#on swift wings

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Word Find WIP Meme!

Thanks for the tag @fishing4stars this was a lot of fun to dig through the WIPs!

How it works: I search for the words assigned to me by the person who tagged me in WIPs and share snippets. I then choose four words for you to search in your WIP(s).

I was assigned: Rain, Horse, White, Shatter

Rain (Excerpt from the Ranger AU!)

Théodred’s mouth shut with a click of teeth, blue eyes snapping to Rhosynel. Was it wariness? Alarm? The Prince eyed her like she was a wild animal, or an injured dog, like she’d turn and bite if provoked. Considering she’d almost turned her blade on Boromir, it wasn’t far off the truth. Fuck, she was starting to shake. Full body tremors like she’d run a mile in the freezing rain. When had she last killed a man? Had she ever killed a man? She’d killed plenty of orcs, but now a human man was dead at her feet with numerous stab marks to his back and her hands were covered in blood and her throat was bleeding bleeding bleeding.

Horse (I have 3 million mentions of horses 😂 but enjoy this tandem ride from the Falconer AU)

Rhosynel had been about to adjust the too long stirrups, when his hands landed on the saddle in front and behind her, and with a deceptively easy motion, Boromir hauled himself up and landed behind her. “A war horse isn’t ideal to start relearning with,” he commented, almost in her ear with his proximity, as he reached forwards and gathered the reins from her hands. “I’ll ride with you, since I’d rather our sole falconer not fall, again.” Rhosynel didn’t have an answer for that, mainly because there were no coherent thoughts in her mind at all. Hands gripping the pommel of the saddle so tightly her knuckles had turned white, and her eyes were locked on the ears of the horse. The rest of her attention, was entirely consumed by the position she’d abruptly found herself in. Boromir’s arms neatly boxed her in against his chest, which was close enough to Rhosynel’s back that she could feel the heat radiating from him seeping through her tabard, warming her spine. His thighs were pressed to her own, his longer legs able to reach the stirrups with ease, and Rhosynel became alarmingly aware of just how her backside was flush against him.

White (On Swift Wings)

Now what? She’d impulsively climbed the White Fucking Tower, and for what? A dream? Dreams weren’t founded in reality, her dream self may have found a concealed door and hidden chamber, but that didn’t mean that it was real. That very same dream had also meant she’d know of Sauron’s attack on Pippin before it truly happened. “Fuck.”

Shatter (On Swift Wings)

Flames guttered and crackled within dark windows, broken buildings lay shattered across the road, cracked flagstones and loose cobblestones made the horses footing precarious. But on they rode, pushing closer and closer to the Great Gates of Minas Tirith. Rhosynel’s arms were burning, with the effort of lashing out. One hand gripped the back of Boromir’s tunic, using his own weight to keep her seated as she leant precariously over the saddle, blade rising and falling, slamming and stabbing and cutting anything that came within reach. When her arm grew tired, she righted herself, and leant the other way instead. The Great Gate loomed overhead, shattered and broken beyond repair, and without missing a step, the host surged through it.

Thanks again for tagging me!!

Words for others: Swift, tree, hunt, and fall

Tagging: @konartiste, @celeluwhenfics, @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras and @esta-elavaris (but only if you're up for it!)

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@erathene this is the tumblr post I was thinking off when writing chapter 25!!

hope is a skill

[cametotheshowinsd]

I love you, it's ruining my life.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT || April 19th, 2024

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[whoismartianfox]

Sleepy werewolf and werebat Steddie based on @paperbackribs fic (Absolutely beautiful fic, do yourself a favor and read it)

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Just spent the past couple of days re-writing my battle of the Hornburg chapters so here's a gut punch snippet for you all!

“Rhosynel,” Boromir said, voice low and rough with emotion, dragging her attention back to his face scarcely inches from her own. “I cannot fight if I’m worrying for you. Stay in the keep.” Even as her head shook, unwilling, his thumb swept across her cheekbone through the track of tears she’d not noticed falling. “Please.” There was a desperation in his voice at that single word, grey and silver eyes gleaming with what could only be called fear. Against her own judgment, Rhosynel surrendered. “I—I’ll remain in the keep. But come back—” Rhosynel’s throat tightened, and the last two words remained lodged in her throat. ‘To me.’ Some of the tension faded from Boromir’s eyes, the hands framing her jaw relaxing against her skin as he nodded silently, unable to promise vocally. Her fingers curled into his arm, trying to grip the metal bracers. A voice called out to him from the front of the room, and with one last glance to her, Boromir slipped from Rhosynel’s grasp.

Happy Sunday, Fellowship! 💜

Writers, now is your chance to tease one of your works! Share with us (approximately) six sentences on the story you're working on. If you don't have anything to share just yet, go add six sentences to your current WIP!

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[idk1027]

Why does Imogen give me under the radar hardcore swiftie vibes

Violet:(walks into Imogen room before classes one day) Hey are you almost rea-

Imogen:(in her sleeping clothes still holding a hair brush like a mic, just screaming and jumping around)AND WHOS AFRIAD OF LITTLE OLD MEEE? Well you should be

Violet:

Tarin:

Andarna: WHOS AFRIAD OF LITTLE OLD MEEE? Well you should be

Imogen:

Imogen: Mention this and you die

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sloane mairi is a tate mcrae & avril lavigne girl!!

violet sorrengail is a lana del ray & taylor swift girl!!

and catriona cordella is a sabrina carpenter & olivia rodrigo girl!!

[servjin]

human thundercracker with dove wings

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Happy Tolkien Reading Day!

A Tolkien Ask for You:

Do you have any headcanons of how Boromir was as a child and/or teenager? Was he any different in his youth compared to how he was as an adult?

I've written a tiny amount of toddler Boromir for Hell or High Water, and he's turned out to be a bit of a mischievous mother’s boy! He like running around the Citadel and thinks that Finduilas chasing him is a fun game of tag, he'd MUCH rather do that than try and sit still for his lessons, much to the chagrin of his father. He’s also quite taken with Captain Thorongil, although since ‘Thorongil’ is a bit of a mouthful to say Boromir prefers to call him adawn (Uncle), something which is less than acceptable in Denethor eyes…

After his mother’s death, I feel like Boromir would be far quieter, almost sombre and withdrawn, watchful and cautious. He’s struggling shouldering his father’s expectations and especially with looking out for little Faramir. His protectiveness stems from the loss of Finduilas, and his bid to shelter Faramir from the worst of their father’s grief and demands. It’s something he carries all through life, seeing those unable to protect themselves, and being the one to step between victim and perpetrator, to use himself as a shield if need be.

Something that the Ring seizes upon, and thoroughly corrupts.

My head canon is that his military training started up not long after Finduilas died, far too early into his youth, in a misguided bid to ‘prepare’ him for the burden of leadership and ensuring that he excelled in swordplay. Admittedly, it worked, as an adult he’s an incredible swordsman with a keen eye for battle and tactics, but it came with the consequence of curbing any youthful joy he could have experienced in his teens. Don’t get me wrong! He and Faramir absolutely still got into mischief, and would take any opportunity to sneak out of the Citadel or even the City in a bid to explore and see their small corner of the world, and naturally he took the blame when Denethor scolded them. I think Faramir and Théodred were amongst the few people who could crack Boromir’s sombre exterior, the ones he’d let his guard down around, and be himself for a short while.

(I mean look at this grin, you can’t tell me he never got into mischief)

But the first time he went out on an assignment with other soldiers his age away from under his father’s watchful eye, he was finally able to relax. Despite, ya know, facing down orcs and wargs and battle and bloodshed. But the camaraderie, the jokes, the shared drinks, and telling tales of prior battles? He’d start to come out of his self-imposed shell and slowly regain his boisterousness, he wouldn’t shy away from teasing the other soldiers, or joining in with any shenanigans happening around camp. Admittedly it’s not a great look for an officer, but the men would see his humour and see him as one of them, a perception which is held and carried on through the years even after he’s long since passed their own ranks. Maybe he’s the Captain of Gondor, but he’ll also buy you a pint and commiserate after a rough fight.

This was an interesting thing to consider, I feel like I could have gone into more detail but then I’d just start repeating myself, but at least I’ve managed to voice some of the character details I’ve had in my head for Boromir since I started writing On Swift Wings!

So THANK YOU for such a wonderful question and a perfect excuse to ramble about Boromir ❤️ (And how have I not followed you yet???)

[sarcasmiclife]

Clearly, Allison Saft was listening to The Prophecy while writing Wings of Starlight because why else would she feels such an incessant need to give her readers a hangover that will never end

[blazeperalta]

i love you, it’s ruining my life

i love you, it’s ruining my life

[karmaisxadenriorson]

what if he’s written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind?

source @ ouhbela on twitter

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Time, mystical time...

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willow by Taylor Swift has to be my new favorite song for Violet and Xaden because it's just so on the nose.

a lot of the lyrics apply, but "the more that you say, the less I know" and "they count me out time and time again [...] but I come back stronger than a 90's trend" and "show me the places where the others gave you scars" really stand out to me.

(and Xaden really did take Violet's hand and wreck her plans, and he is her man!)

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

The fact that Rebecca opens Fourth Wing with a quote warning us that riders die without their dragons…

… and then ends the book by doing just that… yeah, that’s one that will haunt me forever.