#the older the more distance

[pantherloid]

Kagamines vertically long ver.

[hajihiko]

Tiny doodle before I gotta run off. Mob boss watching the pride parade

[moonshynecybin]

ok so. i’ve been thinking abt the same age au again (an all timer!! one of the best aus we’ve ever discussed i think. always on my mind and in my heart) and. marc visiting vale in tavullia for the first time. when and how does it happen. and does it include marc meeting baby luca….

also in the same vein, vale WOULD be visiting marc in cervera here, meeting the family, meeting alex! marc does not invite many riders to his home but ofc he invites vale.. do they share marc’s bed in the room he shares w alex question mark. maybe so.

WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL ASK... hmmm... i think its more likely that marc visits vale first than vale visiting marc... like i could see vale wanting to pull a lil bit of a power game. inviting marc to HIS spot rather than getting mobbed by marc's entire extended extremely involved family etc. (side note: marc's huge close knit family vs the comparative adolescent turmoil of vale's. interesting to explore. does vale feel a lil weird about how thin he thinks his life is when marc is like HEY can i bring ALEX ? and call my MOM? and my GRANDPA? and he looks at his two too-young somewhat distant parents who have new kids/families... does he not want to be confronted with what it'll mean internally to put himself in that position around MARC? at MARC'S HOUSE? yeah hes doing his in italy. at least for the first time)

so anyways. i think its somewhat like irl where its ostensibly this causal invitation to come train that is actually a like. somewhat horny attempt to scope out the competition while also being a very genuine desire to simply hang out. rosquez contain multitudes. and vale honestly spends a lot of time with teen marc hanging off the back of his bike that his dad bought him that he initially hated until it got cool (it is cool now and marc REALLY likes it. expected to be bored bc he doesnt like road biking but vale is doing his typical cop-skirting joyful mildly illegal and highly unsafe speeding shenanigans on these windy tavullian backroads that goody two-shoes marc LOVES). it does NOT go without a hitch because they both feel weird about whoever 'wins' their training sessions AND this is maybe the first time vale introduces marc to uccio (speaking of power games have you ever been introduced by a new friend to their BEST friend and it is very clear that they dont like you. and you both maybe wanna fuck the initial friend. its very that its HUGELY covertly bitchy) BUT marc also gets to hang out in vale's rad 90s teen bedroom with the bugs bunny plush and maybe make out with him a little in an extremely fraught manner

[primrosebitch]

Tbh it really is something to have grandmothers (one late 70s other late 80s) who are in better shape than you are, like I go see my grandma and we walk somewhere and i'll be panting before she's even slightly out of breath and it's not like she's in the best of conditions either, and then don't even get me started on my other grandma, she still does sports.

[touchlikethesun]

i do think that the 3rd years must feel some pressure to be more responsible around the 2nd and 1st years, not to an insane degree but like it is there, and so it's really really nice when there's a scene with just them joking around with each other and being silly like they're high school boys they're kidsss they're so silly they're so funny suga's love language is screaming and violence daichi's kags impression is spot on i love them i love them a lot

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

More in the AU where Elrond and Elros are 16 years old rather than 6 when Sirion is sacked. Tag is "older kidnap fam fic" for previous installments

Elrond wakes up draped over the rump of a horse.

Not, to be clear, his own warhorse. His faithful stallion is being ridden by one of the few remaining warriors of the Gap, the great cavalry of the Noldor, who will be able to keep her seat regardless of what the horse tries.

Elrond isn't initially sure who is riding the horse that he's been set over like a sack of baggage. His arms are stretched out past his head, tied wrists dangling toward the ground, and his ankles are tied as well, tighter than the hobble that he had while walking. He can't see anything but horse flank.

Elrond wriggles around to try and get a better view, and someone notices.

"Lord Maedhros, it seems your guest is awake."

Maedhros pushes down the middle of Elrond's lower back to pin him more surely to the horse. "Lie still. If you fall off while riding in formation you're liable to get stepped on by the next horse, even if the rider wished to avoid you."

"I know how to ride properly."

"Yes, I saw that you were quite skilled when you killed my soldiers, which is why you're staying right there."

"Could I at least sit upright, even if I have to ride behind someone else like an infant?"

"Maybe tomorrow, if you give your word not to escape."

"I'm not stupid enough to try and bargain with you again, after you broke your word about setting us free from the cellar."

"I never said I'd set you free, I said I'd leave the city and wouldn't kill you. Sirion crumbled in the first assault, but I did no more damage after taking you and your brother into custody. If they're smart enough to repair the castle first, everyone should be able to keep warm this winter."

"And if they focus instead on burying their dead, or rebuilding their houses, or rescuing their kidnapped princes?"

"Who knows? But I'm not king of even the Noldor anymore, and the people of Sirion are not my responsibility."

"You would just let them die?" Elrond wanted to glare at the Feanorian, and nearly slipped backwards off the horse as he tried to sit up.

Maedhros caught Elrond deftly by the bound wrists and pulled him back into place. "Next time you do that, I'll let you fall"

"So you don't actually intend to even spare my life."

"I agreed to spare you, not to save you . None here will harm you, but I won't rescue you from consequences of childish stupidity, no more than I will rescue Sirion from winter. If you would rather bash your head open rather than remain my captive, I am not so cruel as to deny you that escape."

Elrond had nothing to say to that topic, as his first retort about more palatable escapes seemed likely just to enrage his captor, as did any question about cutting off hands. "Where's Elros? Was he at least left back in Sirion?" Elrond wanted his brother to be safe, and his people to have a leader with his mother drowned. But he, selfishly, also did to want to be alone with the kinslayers.

"He's here as well, don't worry. Nornmalo has him, and I trust him not to torture a prisoner, despite what it may sound like."

"The moans of pain might be a headache, he drank rather a lot of beer while we were trapped."

Maedhros laughed. "Well, a hungover child soldier. He will at least bother Nornmalo less with questions."

"Could I give him something to soothe the headache? I know a bit of healing."

"No. A headache won't kill him, and he'll get water when we stop same as you."

They stopped only once that day, to water the horses at a stream. Elros was pulled down from the saddle - feet first, luckily, though he still landed in a heap - and his hands untied. Maedhros tossed him a canteen, and said "if you need to piss, now's the best time. You won't get piss all over the horse or your clothes, and we're downstream of the rest of the company."

"My legs are still tied."

"The ropes low enough you should be able to unfasten your belt."

"Are you going to watch me the whole time?"

"Until I find another guard, yes."

Elrond drinks little enough water to avoid the issue, for the moment.

When it's time to ride again, Elrond puts up a fight about having his arms tied again. That just gets Maedhros pinning his face in the dirt while a soldier ties the rope.

Elrond is slung back on the horse like a parcel.

They stop again just before sunset to make camp.

Elrond's hands are untied again for dinner.

The food is simple, waybread and water, and Elrond wonders if he should mention that Men need to eat more than once a day.

Far more exciting than the food though is the figure dropped on the grass next to him, clutching his own canteen and waybread.

"Elros!"

"Elrond! By Ulmo, you're alright!"

"I am, just a bit bruised from the horse. You?"

"Here's something for your healer's notes: do not put people with hangovers upside down for hours. I must have thrown up a dozen times."

"That's terrible! Maybe we can ask-"

At that point the guard tells them to hurry up, they'll be taken to where they're sleeping in ten minutes regardless of how much dinner they've had. Elrond and Elros focus on eating.

They are not, apparently, going to be sleeping near each other. "Too much chance to plot."

The Feanorian soldiers have tents. Some of them share, some of them have their own. A few soldiers have tents obviously designed for two or three that they go into alone.

The horses stolen from Sirion are tied to a picket line. It's loped through the reins, but one person untying the end would let all the horses scatter.

The horses the Feanorians rode into town on are not tied at all. They are loyal old warhorses, and will not flee from orcs in the distance. If wolves do sneak past the guards into the camp, better for the horses to run, and come back at their masters' call when the danger is passed.

Elrond, by contrast, is tied to a tree trunk. His hands are tied in front of him rather than behind, and his legs are unbound. Maedhros's brother - and Elrond learned from a careless remark that their is only the one left - even tossed a blanket over Elrond's legs, to guard against the chill of the night air.

It is the most freedom of movement Elrond has had all day, but that's saying little.

He is stuck sitting up, feeling every root and rock underneath him, unable to reach his hands back to where the rope is tied behind the tree.

Elrond sleeps poorly, stirring at every noise, whether it's a guard on their rounds or an owl hooting its warning.

In the morning, Elrond is given a breakfast of water and waybread again.

Maedhros says "You know it would be suicidal to flee, alone in the wilderness, yes?" and lets Elrond ride behind him sitting up.

Elrond's hands are still bound, and a rope leads passed Maedhros to the saddle horn. If he fell off, he better hope he can keep pace with a cantering horse, or else be dragged on the ground.

Elrond stays on the horse. He figures out his balance well enough to turn, and sees Elros riding similarly.

Thing continue like this for over a week, until they reach Amon Ereb.

[spasikonik]

an edek themed collage 🪲

[yourstrullyme]

thoughts that make me wanna cry from s2ep4 of arcane: the insects fight that jinx has with isha reminds me a little too much of what vi told cait she used to do with jinx - create a series of imaginary monsters, each one bigger and badder than the other's and who would eat each other. except jinx's game is better. it doesnt scare isha.

[soath]

"exu: calamity should be done by the studio that animated arcane" okay, sure, easy pull. EYE think that downfall can only be properly handled by cartoon saloon. no one else knows how to capture space and break the bounds of dimensionality and perspective like they do. no other animation studio can do the interplay of horrific modern dystopia vs. ancient magics long suppressed. no one else could correctly pull off a sequences that's just Shapes and Light. no one else can be trusted to deploy a tactical symbolic halo. imagine panning out to see all of aeor from a raven's eye or ten-thousand rats', a city flattened into mere brutalist squares against the sky. imagine the artwork becoming something more abstract, more stylized, like an illuminated manuscript or papercut art laid over the background world as mortality fades and the gods take over.

[abbacchiosbelt]

okay i know my name is all over my blog and i'm not going to go back and erase all those posts or anything lmao BUT i think i am going to go by a pseudonym henceforth :)

for now i think i've decided on juniper/juni because... no reason lmao, i think the flowers are cute and i like it. feel free ofc to still call me haley but anything on here posted by me will be with the assumption that i'm going by that for now 🌼

[prolibytherium]

Absolutely death gripped clenched trying not to comment on reductive posts on ancient greek homosexual relationships

[itspileofgoodthings]

ended up telling my mom “she’s a billionaire pop star … she’s also a songwriter I’ve loved for a long time. both of those things are true.”

[fisheito]

hey kids! time to explain!

[gunstellations]

unreachable

[rivilu]

ok you know. the Ellu in dav crossover au is very fun but i am a little bit enchanted by the concept of him AND Rynn at once. Best of both worlds in a sense.

[macabre-crab]

“me when a baby emo tries to tell me…” “me when a girl with x y and z tries calling me a poser…” “me when…” SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP WHY IS EVERYTHING A COMPETITION I DONT FUCKING CAAARRREEEEEEE