#the writings of me

[sluttyseacadet]

Not the Time

Isildur/Estrid || Mature - Graphic Depictions Of Violence

While journeying across Middle Earth, Isildur and Estrid are ambushed by a pack of orcs.

(Sidenote: I wrote this well before s2 came out so consider it an au of sorts 🙂‍↕️)

As the last light of the sun began to fade, the forest seemed to close in, the growing shadows creeping up over them and shrouding them in darkness. Isildur handed her the reins, his fingers briefly brushing hers. He suddenly stiffened and leaned forward, his voice a low whisper in her ear.

“Up ahead,” he warned, his lips brushing the tip of her ear before hovering over her neck, just a hair’s width away from her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting loose a string of silent curses toward him, as she was never quite sure if he did this deliberately, or if he was completely unaware of his effect on her. Her back was now pressed flat against his broad chest and his breath on the back of her neck sent a warm flush spreading over every inch of her skin.

Now is not the time, she chided herself through gritted teeth. Now was never quite the time, it seemed, as she spotted a faint orange glow up ahead, the flickering of torches; what he had been warning her about.

She slowly veered Berek in the opposite direction, hoping they would be able to pass by unnoticed. But as they moved deeper into the forest, the flickering light in the distance now seemed to move along with them. They quickened their pace, but it was too late; they had been spotted.

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[lesbinewren]

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

[blueboxbeagle]

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[spider-artdump]

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[fipindustries]

>be me, massive egg

>kind of a 6/10, mid looking, glasses, nerdy clothes, scruffy beard, baggy eyes

>have a type that i have to hots for

>gothy wth bangs, slightly chubby

>egg cracks, transition, dye my hair, change my fashion style, gain weight do to eating healthier

>mfw i became my type

>always was a little bi but now with hormones i start developing more of an attraction for men

>find out i like nerdy, scruffy guys with glasses and baggy eyes

>mfw past me is now my type

>wtf

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[sluttyseacadet]

UNIMAGINABLE LIGHT

Elendil & Isildur - Angst, Comfort, Fluff

Elendil holds Isildur’s son for the first time.

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Almost as if in a trance, Elendil walked over, placing a hand on Isildur’s shoulder to steady himself. They both were frozen in silence, too captivated to speak. Isildur delicately traced a finger across his son's cheek, and Elendil was reminded of when Isildur had seen his baby brother for the first time, that same surge of pride swelling in his chest once again. "Would you like to hold him?"  Elendil was too entranced to hear him and didn’t respond. Isildur let out a quiet chuckle before trying again, gently nudging Elendil's shoulder with his. This time his father responded with a slow nod. Isildur carefully placed him in Elendil's arms, and it was as if time had stopped. Elendil hesitated to move, fascinated by how tiny the child was in his arms, his head gently cradled in Elendil's palm. A pair of gray eyes blinked open, peering up at him curiously, so innocent yet piercing. Elendil let out a soft gasp, immediately overwhelmed by a fierce love for the child he held in his arms.  "What is his name?" He whispered breathlessly. Isildur locked eyes with Estrid, both of them sharing a smile. "Elendur," he said softly, never taking his eyes off of his wife. "His name is Elendur."

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[ursulaklegay]

its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

[sam-glade]

My favourite trope has to be:

I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from "Aphrodite Made Me Do It," originally published in 2019

[bluejay757]