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Stressful Night (Ereinion Gil-galad, Rings of Power)
Author’s note: Itarille Peredhel is Gil-galad’s queen, and she’s Elrond’s sister. In this story, she’s bothered by a lot more work than usual, a much heavier workload. Gil is the supportive and affectionate husband behind closed doors, a comfort for her. (“Q.” is meant to denote the use of Quenya, while “S.” denotes the use of Sindarin)
TW: Blood (from a paper cut wound)
Sighing internally, Itarille picked up her quill for the umpteenth time that day and signed the proffered document with a flourish. “Send it to King Oropher,” she spoke, exhaustion evident in her voice. “Make it hasty, or I’ll be receiving a host of complaints from the Greenwood again.”
“Yes, High Queen,” the messenger nodded before dashing out of the room, his feet barely making any sound. For that, at least, Itarille was thankul. She turned her attention to the next document, smiling as she read the elegant script. At least this one was from Elrond, about some matters he’d noticed while going about his duties as Herald of Lindon. She set it aside, deciding that it would be better to allow the High King to read about it as well before passing judgement.
Ah. The High King. Itarille had been so busy that she hadn’t been able to spend time with her husband the entire day, save for breakfast. He had headed out to the Grey Havens to speak with Círdan the Shipwright, and was absent from the palace for most of the day. He’d only recently returned, and from what his assistant, Estedir, had told her, the High King was thoroughly wiped out. She had spent her day taking up his duties at the palace, in addition to her own.
Smiling wryly, Itarille reached for another document. As she reached out to grab it, a sharp pain shot up the tip of her finger. Hissing, Itarille pulled her hand away, only to find a bleeding paper cut. Biting her lip to prevent herself from crying out in frustration, Itarille decided to look for the first aid kit. Alas, she’d forgotten to bring it back to her study after using it a few weeks ago.
She had had enough. With the mounting pile of documents on her desk, and the concern that Oropher of the Greenwood would have another complaint about her reply to him, Itarille had been driven mad. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of what exactly she was feeling at the moment. She stood up from her chair and told the guard standing outside the door that she would be leaving the night. With a respectful murmur of “High Queen” from the guard, Itarille strode briskly down the hallway, the hem of her gown trailing behind her.
It didn’t take long for her to reach the quarters she shared with her beloved High King. She stepped inside, cautious of remaining silent in case he was asleep. She had assumed he was asleep, and the sight of him standing by the window, staring at the starry sky above surprised her.
“Melda (Q. beloved),” Ereinion’s smooth voice called out. He walked towards her, intending to give her a kiss. His attention, however, was drawn to the drop of blood falling from the tip of her finger and dripping against the marble floors. It was soft, but he heard the sound as the drop made contact with the marble. “What happened?”
“Paper cut,” Itarille huffed. “I need a bath, can we discuss this later?” Ereinion was taken aback by the intensity in her voice. She shot him a brief glare before heading to her closet to grab a robe and walking to the adjacent chamber to take a bath.
When Itarille emerged, she was clothed in a white nightgown. In Ereinion’s opinion, a vision, like Varda herself. He rose from their shared bed, reaching out towards her to grasp her hand. “You’ve dealt with the wound, I see,” he spoke glancing briefly at the bandage on her finger.”
“I have,” Itarille said. “Can we go to bed now? I’m exhausted. It’s been such a long day.”
Ereinion was about to nod, when he saw the look in her eyes. It was one he hated seeing, the look of utter defeat. “What happened today, my starlight?” He murmured, gently easing her into bed and pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“I prefer not to talk about it.” Itarille sniffed. Ereinion almost laughed out loud internally; he knew his wife was a hypocrite when it came to matters like this. Sooner or later, everything would spill forth from her perfect lips.
“You know, Oropher sent another message today. He wanted me to sign it and send it back to the Greenwood the same day it arrived,” she said. “And your courtiers, they just won’t get off my back. Insufferable, the lot of them!”
Ereinion allowed himself a small chuckle. “Ah, but you’ve been handling it with such grace, my darling. Isn’t that right?”
“That’s an understatement,” she replied huffily. “There, I’ve told you everything. Can we go to bed now?”
The High King smiled briefly, lying back in bed and opening his arms to her. Itarille snuggled up to him, her head on his chest. She heard the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as she traced her fingers along his arm. “Yes, we can, my love,” Ereinion leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “You’ve done so much for me today, helping to take over my palace duties. I cannot thank you enough.”
Itarille’s patience was almost worn out. “Thank me by sealing your lips shut and letting me get some sleep. Shh!” The High King smirked. “You want to shut me up? Why don’t you do it yourself?”
There was a daring gleam in his eyes. Itarille knew exactly what he wanted, but her need for sleep was more pressing. She picked up a pillow and threw it at his face. “Goodnight, High King. Go to bed.” The last thing she recalled hearing before drifting into slumber was the soft laughter of Ereinion.
Her silly High King.
Author's note: Wow, churning out two fics in one day! I'm pleasantly surprised, but Elrond and Gil-galad are my comfort elves.
#rings of power#gil galad x reader#gil galad x oc#lotr#ereinion gil galad#gil galad#silly high king#comfort elves#rings of power x reader#rings of power x oc
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This specific sequence of Lucifer expressions will never NOT be funny to me.
I stg it gets me every time. Especially that second set? Like, my man goes from mildly shocked to fucking terrified
#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer hazbin hotel#i love luci#hazbin hotel#apple daddy#lucifer#duck lord#short king#tumblr sexyman#he’s such a silly#no but fr#what is that second last one?#man looks like he is HIGH
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Clone^2 - Separation Strikes
"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.
His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.
Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.
And it was summer; Damian starts today.
"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."
Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.
"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"
"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."
Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.
Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.
Danny just...
His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.
He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.
Not like he was.
Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.
He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.
Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.
His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.
(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)
Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"
He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.
Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.
He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.
Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."
"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.
Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?
He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."
Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"
Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.
And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.
His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."
Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"
That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"
Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.
"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."
Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.
"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."
Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"
#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc au#dpxdc fic#dpxdc ficlet#clone^2#clone danny fenton#MAN I LOVE THIS AU SM#clone danny#danny fenton is a clone#i lomv. them :((( SO MUCH. I'VE MISSED WRITING THEM. i had this idea since talking to purple-goo-writes abt clone danny last week#they mean everything to me. they are the brothers ever. so family coded. don't ask me about the timeline here it doesnt exist#its post-danny's hands getting permanently fucked up and thats it lol.#parent danny is great but 'big brother danny' is SO fucking fun to write. he's silly and goofy and annoying in the way only siblings are#smth about writing danny being so full of love and kindness and protective compassion. bleeding heart that he is. its like doing cocaine#chaotic danny is SO fun and silly but kIND danny is. holy shit its better than getting high. altho ive never been high so i can only guess#there's just smth addictive in writing him being affectionate and loving and caring. he's heartful and heart full.#he's sweet - not like sugar - but like caramel. fulfilling and chewy. a kindness that gets stuck in your teeth and melts on your tongue#he's such an annoying older brother. i love him#bal mithai is a type of pakistani dessert btw. since Nanda Parbat is based off the mountain nanga parbat which is in pakistan. i figured#that the food damian had in the league might've been pakistani-based. or at least heavily pakistani in orign. maybe. i just didn't wanna#look up 'arabic desserts' and pick the first one off the list. felt inauthentic that way alsdh#translations since you wont get it through google translate:#1. 'are you nervous beloved?' 2. 'no! I am not nervous!' 3. 'I'm not everyone' 4. 'let me go brother!'#while i dont usually use 'little brother' or 'brother' as terms of endearments between siblings. Jazz canonically calls Danny that and#i figured if i worded it in a way that sounded natural. it would sound less soul-crushingly cringy. look as someone wit THREE siblings.#i know exactly how siblings interact with one another. but this felt like a special exception. they don't say it often
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Tiernan was god’s strongest soldier after being put through all of that.
#tiernan#oak greenbriar#prisoners throne meme#the prisoners throne#the folk of the air#tiernan being over oak#silly oak#high king of elfhame#jude duarte#tpt memes#tpt spoilers
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if you really think about it, kalina and the night yorb are like. kinda opposites. i mean, kalina loses power the more people who can see her at once. and. the night yorb gains power each time its name is said. idk. much to think about!
#jay's bullshit tag#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#d20 kalina#night yorb#i need to make stupid posts like this again#calroy as the anti-murph... gilear being the nightmare king based on fig's oyster...#anyways. something something. um. kalina is. shy. and hates attention. and. um. the night yorb wants to be famous. or whatever.#<- i'm a little tired and silly i don't actually think this
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at least someone went to bat for the future timeline. unfortunately, the highest god of all has brain rot.
#my art#shitposts#shitpost#high quality shitpost#King kai#kaio#zeno#zenou#dragonball#dragon ball#dragonball super#Dragon Ball super#comic#comics#he is just a silly little guy responsible for countless lives lost
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The crown on your head
#call of duty#modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare#MWII#CoD MWII#CoD MWIII#MWIII#blender renders#Phillip Graves#Philip Graves#Shadow Company#CoD OC#OC: Jax#Jackie Ramirez#Ship: High Places#the king of the shadows#uhhhh yeah :)#don't look at the still render I got silly#smile of absolute derangement
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Hello friend!
Quick question:
Is richard iii , Charles ii and george iv freinds in your version?
Love your art
From fish 🐟
Hello friend!!
Yes, they are :3 (but I don’t ship any if them since George iv and Charles II are directly related)
#AND THEY ARE FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY R MY FAVORITES!!!!!!#don’t mind George he’s high (as always as always)#Charles is a vampire Richard is- himself and George is George :3#ermmm what the scallop#artists on tumblr#silly drawing#art#digital illustration#richardposting#georgeposting#charlesposting#King Charles II#king George iv#king Richard iii
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cardan when jude.
that's the post.
#i dont blame him#real#hes me fr#the cruel prince#cardan#the cruel prince cardan#high king of elfhame#high king cardan#cardan greenbriar#prince cardan#jude#jude duarte#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#queen of nothing#high queen of elfhame#cardan is so silly#this is entirely accurate#books#bookish#booklr#tfota#tfota series#the folk of the air#this is a saltburn still idk why I chose this lol#high queen jude#jude greenbriar#hes so supportive husband#no but hes not wrong#hes so teenage girl
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2023 Dutch Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso(ft. Max Verstappen & Pierre Gasly)
#GUYS I AM SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY TODAY AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH#LETS GOOOOOO BACK ON THE PODIUM!!!!!!!!!#ive done enough live blogging that sums up my feelings hahaha so i should refrain here#i think that was def my fav race of the season(other than bahrain prob hehehe)#but god what a fantastic race!! yes i cried a bit#like everyone was overtaking and there was such good racing up and down the field and it felt so close#thank you to the rain!!!!!#i need a nando overtak count bcs my god he was actually insane this race#like that first lap double overtake?????? okay????? go off king!!!!!!!#but aaaahhhhh everyone was so happy for himmmmmmmm#like hugging him and chanting his name and cheering!! AS HE DESERVESSSSSSSS#the green background of the podium...it was foreshadowing#im still on my caffiene high from rb so im so sorry to all my mutuals for all the caps and screaming and tambling BUT IT IS A GREAT DAY#i kinda wanna clip some parts of his interview cause he was very cute and happy and silly today hehehe#fernando alonso#f1#formula one#formula 1#fa14#max verstappen#aston martin#pierre gasly#2023 dutch gp#2023 dutch grand prix#we do a little bit of f1
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ok trying to accurately cosplay him is actual hell oh my go
#trying to dress up as someone who doesnt fit the rh beauty standard is CRAZZZZYYYY 💀💀💀#is he silly#hes stupid and i hate him#wreck it ralph#king candy#royale high#roblox#sigh#random post sorgy again
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WHO organizes their books this way holy shit??????? it's one bump away from total collapse - banged up covers, mangled pages, books all over the floor! and what happens when you wanna read a book from the bottom, huh???
#len speaks#i am baffled. i've had book piles b4 bc i have too many books but they were ALWAYS temporary and never more than like maybe a foot high!!#what happens when a short king wants 2 read & gets crushed 2 death by ur hashtag aesthetic osha violation? wheres the structural integrity?#edit: making this unrebloggable bc apparently its a weird ugly bookshelf that just LOOKS like a pile of vertical books#don't get the appeal but w/e. don't want this blowing up bc its silly#after that one shitty post i made abt the mcu slowing down that got 28k notes in less than 24hr i dont trust my bad posts not to blow up lol
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my fiance pointed out that like more than half of time we've seen Obanai so far he's been up somewhere. In a tree, up on a rock, now most recently on the roof for no reason before swinging down to talk to sanemi...
HE LIKES TO BE TALL!! My short king of short kings
#its actually so cute#just a silly little quirk of his that he likes to be up high#also idk if he is shorter than mitsuri in canon and i don't need to know bc yes he fucking is#i know it to be true in my heart#chin up short king your crown is falling <3#kny#kny s4#postcards from stupid town#iguro#my angel!
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#kyle broflovski#south park kyle#kyle#south park#cute#high jew elf king kyle#south park snow day#look how silly he is#and cute
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Jude and Cardan bc I said so !!!!1
I’m their number one fan or something…
(I’ll post the quick sketch of this later if y’all appreciate it but…I was in fact kicking my feet the whole time)
#high queen jude#jude fanart#jude duarte#jude x cardan#tcp#tc post#tcp fanart#cardan being a silly goose#cardan duarte#high king cardan#cardan fanart#cardan greenbriar#cruel prince art
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if Caleb showed up to Darktow requesting an audience with the Plank King, I think King would just be waiting for him on that throne wearing the pirate royalty equivalent of Molly's gaudy platinum dragon tapestry. Just the prettiest, most decadently regal outfit he could find that would make his Magician as flustered as possible--
#cannot get over king saying he feels underdressed in his fancy red coat and thigh high leather boots and garter belt--#he would absolutely wear something extra fancy and distracting if he knows the pretty magic man he likes is stopping by for a visit--#no thoughts head empty#silly widomauk only
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