#viresse

[eclipian]

Omg, can we please claim the Tangi Virus keyword? :3

The Trangi Virus Headmate

pt: the tangi virus headmate

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

apart of the analog horror keywords

divider credit + picrew credit

" Oh my God. I am infected with the Tangi Virus. "

Name: Julia , June , Molly , Althea , Phoebus/Phoebe , Sally , Susie , Sick , Sicklie , Solitude , Stitches , Syringe , Viresse , Virusse , Doc , Doctor

Age: 31 , Sickchronal

Pronouns: She/Her , Sh💉/H💉r , Dr/Drs , Dr/Doc , Doc/Docs , Doc/Doctor , Doctor/Doctors , Syringe/Syringes , Med/Medicine , Medicine/Medicines , Med/Medical , Medical/Medicals , Heal/Heals , Aid/Aids, Virus/Viruses , 💉/💉s , ⚕️/⚕️s , 💊/💊s , 🩸/🩸s , 🩻/🩻s , 🦠/🦠s

Gender: Trasfem/Evofem , Sheep , Tangivirusic , Doctorgender , Genderdoctor , Medgoregender , Doctorwoozy , Doctomiatic , Medimysteria , Doctoritle , Doctorthing , Doctorbeing

Attraction: Sapphic , Studical Attraction , Egoicidal Attraction

Other IDs: Dissotangivirus , ADAD , DoctIN , Doctovior

Species: Human

Role: Steward

Aesthetics: Analog Horror , Digital Horror , Medicalcore , Traumacore , Science Academia

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

tagging: @bahtive

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Gen Fic Friday

This week's rec is very sweet and then very sad.

Flashes of Time by Ninjababe (@viresse) (Teen And Up Audiences, 2,540 words)

Summary: Quick looks into Steven Rogers life if something different had happened during the Captain America movie.

For older gen fic recs, see the Gen Fic Friday Masterpost

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Plain Text

Medical Themed Names

ambul. ame. amelie. amor. amore. angel. angelo. apollo. arabella. blanche. blood. charlotte. contagesse. contagiousse. cross. crosse. ellison. fleur. fragil. incisionne. ivie. ivy. jace. jason. josiah/joasias. kaison. lace. lain. lucie/lucy. luciel. maebell. malachi. med. michael. michelle. milo. mitzi. natasha. needle. nurse. patient. pille. raphael. red. redde. savior. scalpelle. scrubbe. sick. sicklie. solitude. stitches. syringe. viresse. virusse.

Medical Themed Neopronouns

🐾 ◟ MEDICAL THEMED NAMES ◝ 🐾

ambul. ame. amelie. amor. amore. angel. angelo. apollo. arabella. blanche. blood. charlotte. contagesse. contagiousse. cross. crosse. ellison. fleur. fragil. incisionne. ivie. ivy. jace. jason. josiah/joasias. kaison. lace. lain. lucie/lucy. luciel. maebell. malachi. med. michael. michelle. milo. mitzi. natasha. needle. nurse. patient. pille. raphael. red. redde. savior. scalpelle. scrubbe. sick. sicklie. solitude. stitches. syringe. viresse. virusse.

🐾 ◟ MEDICAL THEMED NEOPRONOUNS◝ 🐾

[ibrithir-was-here]

Back on my Maiar babies! Tonight’s offering is Namo/Mandos and Vaire.

Namo holds his maiar twins Viresse (my oc) and her brother Langon (cut character who was the herald of Morgoth, the idea of him being originally a maia of Mandos is credit of @atane-is-here, check out their awesome work)

And in her basket Vaire holds the triplets Danuin,Ranuin, and Fanuin (cut characters, originally the Valar of Days,Months and Years, reimagined as maiar here who help Vaire keep track of the events passing along in Arda and helping her weave them into her tapestries)

[luminouswhump]

Unconventional career paths #1

A'elin was out exploring the vast woods of his father’s kingdom, completely unaware of the large predatory animal that had marked the young prince as its prey. Viresse, who often went into the woods to practice his archery, had been tracking the creature. He suddenly noticed a change of behaviour in the beasts movements, it had found a target. With a shock Viresse realised that target was none other than the prince, whom he recognised by the red cloak he bore. The elf knocked and arrow to his bow, brought it up to a shooting position and after he took a few seconds to steady himself, let go of the bowstring. The arrow soared through the air, inbedding itself in the back of the beast. It, on its turn let out a thundering roar and charged the prince.

A'elin had heard the loud roar and promptly dropped everything he’d been doing, now focused on running away, Viresse ran up to the other boy and grabbed him by his arm. “Excuse my manners your majesty, but we need to get out of this forest, the sooner the better.” A'elin, not wanting to die let the archer drag him along. “I’m Viresse” the older elf said as the prince was now running next to him. They’d almost made it out of the woods safely when A'elin, but used to running this much, felt his leg get stuck behind a branch and crashed to the ground. He let out a scream, his face twisted in pain. “Viresse, my ankle.” He winced. “This isn’t good.” The ankle was now throbbing, it was either broken or badly sprained and there was still the issue of the creature, which by now would not be far behind them. Viresse made a quick decision, he’d have to carry the royal elf on his back. He swung his bow down and placed it on the ground besides him, then moved to help A'elin up. His eyes were filled with worry as he saw the obvious signs of pain in A'elin’s face. “Your majesty, if you’ll let me, I will carry you on my back.” The prince nodded and prepared to hop onto Viresse’s back, as well as that could be fine with one leg out of commission.

Viresse moved to hand A'elin his bow, who awkwardly held it across Viresse’s chest as he carefully walked back to the castle. With every step that moved his hips he could feel A'elin tense up behind him, occasionally wincing in pain. “We’re almost there.” Viresse said, in vain trying to bring some comfort to the prince, Viresse knew it wasn’t his fault that the other had injured his leg, but he could not help but feel guilty about the pain it was causing him.

A'elin showed the archer a secret route to the castle yard, to avoid the two of them being seen by civilians going about their day in the city surrounding the castle. As soon as they made it through the entrance, A'elin told Viresse to get away, at risk of being seen and arrested for trespassing on royal ground. Viresse nodded and with one last sympathetic look he turned and ran.

Just when he thought he was safe, he saw a flash of metal and felt a cold blade across his neck. “Where do you think you’re going? Snooping around the castle like that?” said a voice that bore no signs of being understanding, no matter what Viresse’s answer would be.

[effervescent-whump]

The first time Viresse saved prince A'elin's life

A'elin was out exploring the vast woods of his father's kingdom, completely unaware of the large predatory animal that had marked the young prince as its prey. Viresse, who often went into the woods to practice his archery, had been tracking the creature. He suddenly noticed a change of behaviour in the beasts movements, it had found a target. With a shock Viresse realised that target was none other than the prince, whom he recognised by the red cloak he bore. The elf knocked and arrow to his bow, brought it up to a shooting position and after he took a few seconds to steady himself, let go of the bowstring. The arrow soared through the air, inbedding itself in the back of the beast. It, on its turn let out a thundering roar and charged the prince. A'elin had heard the loud roar and promptly dropped everything he'd been doing, now focused on running away, Viresse ran up to the other boy and grabbed him by his arm. "Excuse my manners your majesty, but we need to get out of this forest, the sooner the better." A'elin, not wanting to die let the archer drag him along. "I'm Viresse" the older elf said as the prince was now running next to him. They'd almost made it out of the woods safely when A'elin, but used to running this much, felt his leg get stuck behind a branch and crashed to the ground. He let out a scream, his face twisted in pain. "Viresse, my ankle." He winced. "This isn't good." The ankle was now throbbing, it was either broken or badly sprained and there was still the issue of the creature, which by now would not be far behind them. Viresse made a quick decision, he'd have to carry the royal on his back. He swung his bow down and placed it on the ground besides him, then moved to help A'elin up. His eyes were filled with worry as he saw the obvious signs of pain in A'elin's face. "Your majesty, if you'll let me, I will carry you on my back." The prince nodded and prepared to hop onto Viresse's back, as well as that could be fine with one leg out of commission. Viresse moved to hand A'elin his bow, who awkwardly held it across Viresse's chest as he carefully walked back to the castle. With every step that moved his hips he could feel A'elin tense up behind him, occasionally wincing in pain. "We're almost there." Viresse said, in vain trying to bring some comfort to the prince, Viresse knew it wasn't his fault that the other had injured his leg, but he could not help but feel guilty about the pain it was causing him. A'elin showed the archer a secret route to the castle yard, to avoid the two of them being seen by civilians going about their day in the city surrounding the castle. As soon as they made it through the entrance, A'elin told Viresse to get away, at risk of being seen and arrested for trespassing on royal ground. Viresse nodded and with one last sympathic look he turned and ran. Just when he thought he was safe, he saw a flash of metal and felt a cold blade across his neck. "Where do you think you're going? Snooping around the castle like that?" said a voice that bore no signs of being understanding, no matter what Viresse's answer would be.

[viresse-sentiler]

[wellthatwasabadidea]

Alrighty, so I’m doing another game of Skyrim (and praying that my computer doesn’t catch fire in the process). Meet Viresse, a Thalmor agent newly assigned to Skyrim! She hates Elenwen’s guts and is mainly leaving to get away from her, under pretext of investigating rumours of Talos worship in the north of Whiterun...

[ventures-through-thedas]

ABCs of the OCs : C1 &2, L3, P5 for dear boy Cassius please ? :)

1. how do they sit in a chair?

Like an idiot. He can be an awkward sitter, he’ll perch up on a stool with his legs crossed, or lay on a couch with his legs ups against the wall behind the sofa and be upside down for all to see.

2. in what position do they sleep?

His position is taking up the entire bed. As soon as he splats into bed, he’ll sprawl his lanky body out to take up the entire space of the bed if he can. He’ll wake up with the pillows and sheets everywhere but on him.

3. are there any foods they hate?

There isn’t a lot of food he dislikes, but if he had to say, he’d frown and “blep” his tongue out at vegetables. 

4. what of their personality do others envy?

Most likely his constant upbeat attitude. He seems to see things in a way people don’t, he questions, but without cruel intent. He’s constantly seen with a smile on his face and always likes to mention the good qualities in other people.

[noa89]

Vin’s character Viress! This time fully painted~!

[muthur9000]

I share my love of Alien: Resurrection on this episode. Newborn, my cutie 😍 Regrann from @perfectorganismpodcast - NEW EPISODE! 👉 http://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-svzgp-8e191f It's easy to write off Alien Resurrection as the black sheep of the Alien Saga. Whether you love it or you hate it—or both at the same time—you can't deny there's a lot to talk about. In this riotous roundtable, Ryan, Patrick, Clara, and Dave revisit this crazy film and try to figure out what works and what doesn't. Along the way, they deal with some pretty deep questions: Is Dave's dad a prophet? Was Michael Wincott the inspiration for Christian Bale's Batman voice? How much K-Y Jelly is too much K-Y Jelly? As we come closer to the end of our In Defense of Alien 3 series, we're excited to launch this new miniseries on Resurrection. Anyone up for some basketball? • • • Follow me for all things A L I E N ¦ A I ¦ S C I F I ¦ T E C H N O L O G Y ¦ https://yutani.blog • • • - #regrann #alienresurrection #newborn #jeanpierrejeunet #dariuskhondji #enr #chiroscuro #brown #sepia #kyjelly #studioADI #practicaleffects #clonequeen #clonexenomorph #ripley8 #purvis #elgyn #wren #betty #viress #christie #call #auton #distephano #auriga #usmauriga

[sakurabunnie]

Presenting the 2017 Pumpkinquisition!!! ✧⁺⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝⁺✧

From Left to Right: Hal Lavellan, Cassius Viresse, Aura Trevelyan, Hadiden Lavellan, Maxwell Trevelyan, Soli Humael, Desmond Hawke, and Hinnah Lavellan!

@laskulls, @ventures-through-thedas, @hobbithase, @writingfromdaughterofathena, @lightofrebellionxx, @stumblingsbalderdash, @thursdaysshepard

2016 Pumpkinquisition

[ephemereon]

@gazzub asked for Constant Rambling for Cassius

Should I put a warning for eh... bright and unsettling colours ? :p

[444names]

american forenames + brythonic deities + dragons + roman emperor forenames + the entire bee movie script

Adealle Adius Adronus Affick Afrikat Albal Albell Aling Allic Allistendra Amerlow Anchry Andrius Annannees Antorlazzy Appee Arers Arlishureah Asoniregint Auglence Aunget Autoude Avinthele Avinus Avius Awartles Awyeader Babloo Baler Baliust Baregin Barshine Basdo Beakloacum Bealmel Beettly Belaw Belusted Bereth Bericky Bette Bettimming Bettio Biliasguy Bireney Biros Bitang Bleasy Bleestrion Bleney Blory Blyda Bolagen Bormamerets Bornius Borvinsees Bothillegal Bourianie Bralearc Brantins Braque Brehey Brison Bures Burthon Cabley Calpil Cameloot Canna Caricide Carmadragor Carvinge Cashad Caspielia Catteremer Cemyralf Cennie Chaing Channerma Che's Chrou Chumble Ciantemiley Cinustrack Claste Clatem Clessus Clifellan Cling Clistend Colen Coletchindy Comax Comed Comene Comuspil Corrickil Courealina Courta Cousth Cremyretwe Crumely Dainten Damagroy Darreneste Daybelmon Dayintros Deastit Dertailly Discian Distice Dormle Drallyine Drefern Drillou Durrobeed Earanda Eirger Elaching Ellisups Emonie Enese Entucily Ersesill Ertio Euntenne Evegang Evendel Eventy Everld Exams Exany Expeging Facaniner Faell's Famelinus Fancianny Fartheah Fellin Ferry Fichate Fichent Fircecin Firth Fitimple Fliusinther Flooll Flute Folinklie Forchorty Forimmell Forise Forred Freary Frempatt Friandoesse Fulings Funcinks Gance Gasoub Gesta Gictir Girtlerth Givinat Glatherie Glossefca Gloured Goestang Golle Goofill Gorjumblet Gothy Graceffel Grairlault Gramoked Greds Groonat Guissefin Haelaidecst Halianned Handely Hanshond Haray Haskie Hathean Havider Hazend Helut Henctous Heraff Heyce Histbugus Holegs Holls Honthee Hythan I'ven Ideave Idn't Ifing Imblenus Immul Ingulauddic Itius Jacts Jahationis Jannetimpsy Jassusper Javinat's Jeassille Jecitis Jelar Jerce Joanclort Johnorting Jultaid Jumps Jurips Karry Karth Katevene Katuckicore Kelamie Kenery Kermul Kiess Kill's Kin's Kinget Klinge Knesseona Knose Krichelista Lacilly Lands Lanny Lauttis Lavenus Learst Lenrition Lents Lerry Lette Lettivird Leveney Liesa Lipena Listamad Livoing Lizartre Lorlon Lorwateris Loyse Lually Lucholetirl Lucista Lumne Magran Mardome Margar Marric Marrontly Martiand Mathavane Melydr Micing Micusted Miling Milte Mines Minges Modocks Moginsta Mosasn't Mospiniso Murjosie Musus Myruslang Mysta Nassir Neccas Nercia Nical Nicks Nisseuguess Nistaut Nistinian Niustios Nommenitel Notta Ohand Parow Pathanice Patrionicks Paurt Paustathing Pausth Penesustern Pents Phinie Phivichum Piting Plassy Pleop Porry Prave Printsyce Proning Proold Puppenus Quisting Rappity Ratiling Reggire Regin Relvia Remilie Rephochot Ressionge Restria Roorotted Rosalphing Roscootemot Rosearvia Rubyrtuna Ruing Rumne Salle Sammake Samovels Sandasid Sappone Saver Savers Scisillelie Scrob Secidever Sepine Settiolow Shany Shaula Shesse Shinks Shume Shunust Sibius Sinchark Skelving Slorys Smetaim Solds Solettir Sonat Sonespic Sousity Specill Spomes Sposie Stakoonly Stermace Stesty Sticoran's Stind Stinfleme Stiniens Stionda Stiosea Strate Strese Sulivey's Sumbie Sumete Sunsed Surea Suria Susint Tactol Tanyoupper Telothous Terefooks Terhatills Thaney's Thelianted Theropicece Theturtio Thonie Thured Tiblord Timie Tione Todned Tomoss Tonste Toress Traugun Treas Trioun Trius Tudidet Tufanian Tures Turich Typhockpic Usiantie Vackintiold Velmaregai Venating Versidery Viank Vinte Viressized Volatinat Wangus Warearumnah Warry Wavivirtle Waylew Weet's Welora Weremilly Whaing Whanks Wheon Wheoproatt Whikerick Wille Wincell Winders Wiperearess Wiple Witharettly Wooliperst Woomet Worax Worieventy Worprot Worri Wouledrell Wrect Wromes Yogetion Youlay Yount Youped

[ibrithir-was-here]

My Tolkien Ocs/Cut Charater Rewrites

For fun and really no reason but wanting it handy somewhere/wanting to share a little bit of my yet-to-be-seen/lesser seen Tolkien ocs and some story ideas connected with them. So here they are, for your viewing pleasure/bewilderment

My Tolkien OCs

Maiar/Valar

Amillo

Also known as Omar. Originally the cut Valar of Song and brother to Salmar, in my rewrite he’s the younger brother of Melkor and Manwe, brought in near Dagor Dagorath to take Melkor’s empty spot and help defeat his evil brother when he breaks thru the Doors of Night

Danuin/Ranuin/Fanuin

Originally cut Valar of Day,Month,Year. I’d rewrite them as the joint head maiar of the halls of Vaire the Weaver

Fankil

The original Lt. of Melkor, cut and reworked into Sauron. In my rewrite he’d still be the og. Lt., a corrupted maia of Orome, but when Mairon turns he’s demoted and hates him for it ever after. It’s said that he goes on to corrupt some of the dwarves, and I kind of like the idea of him devolving/corrupting into a dragon. Not Smaug himself but maybe an ancestor?

Gilruin

Maia of Aule, one of the youngest, having only come from the Timeless Halls in the Fifth Age. Lover of Alvin. Is very interested in Arda Marred, wanting to actually get to see an experience of the creations she helped sing into being. Eventually does travel there near the coming of Dagor Dagorath, (without permission from the Valar) and becomes an ally of Alvin Lowdham, the reincarnated Herendil, helping him prepare the world of men against the return of Morgoth. (Her Valarian name is Ibrithir which is where my handle comes from)

Langon

Cut character that was the herald of Melkor. Very fond of @atane-is-here ‘s idea of him once being a Maia of Mandos so I’ve basically just headcanoned that. He gets his job as Herald back as well. 

Makar

Cut Valar of Battle, brother of Meassa. For my rewrite I’d make him originally a maiar of Tulkas. But, when I looked them up it said that the brother-sister pair was originally close to Melkor before he fell, so I had this thought to  actually make him the OG identity of Gothmog. To tie in the old idea of  the ogress Fluithulin being the “mother” of Kosomot, maybe she’s the one who lures him to Melkor’s side?

Meassa

Originally cut Valar of Battle, sister of Makar. Similar to her brother I’d make a corrupted maiar of Tulkas, and I think I’d make her become Lungorthin, the white balrog, or maybe have her be Fluithulin herself? I can see a chaotic battle goddess Maia being all over Melkor. What do you guys think is more interesting?

Nelldamma

Unofficial Chief Maia of Aule ( he stopped having official ones after the first two turned to evil). Younger sister of Curumo who came from the Timeless Halls after his fall in the Third Age. 

Nieliqui

Originally conceived as a daughter of Orome and Vana, I’d make her the Chief Maia of Orome, overseer of his Hunt, who eventually becomes Chief Maiar of Vana as well after Melian leaves for Middle Earth.

Nornore

Cut maia whose job was eventually replaced by Eonwe, he’s now Eonwe’s second in command.

Olbain

Maia of Aule, wife of Urundil, said to be the loveliest of all of the maiar of Aule’s halls.

Silmo

Cut Ainu who was charged with watering Telperion, was said to have been beloved by Irmo, so now he’s his Chief Maia.

Urundil

Maia of Aule, husband of Olbain. He doesn’t have really any big distinguishing characteristics except that for some reason I think he’d be the only person to get close to figuring out what the heck Tom Bombadil is, but because it’s obvious to him he never thinks to tell anyone else about it.  

Viresse

Chief Maia of Mandos--(ok this is literally just crack taken semi-seriously, as she’s literally just April from Parks and Rec and she and Mandos have the exact same relationship as her and Ron Swansen)

Elves

Alcaringoldo

Better known by his nickname of Andavare “far-walker”, he is the son of Argon born after his rebirth in Aman, favorite cousin of Tanwen.

Antalitse

Wife of Curufin and mother of Celebrimbor. Originally an apprentice of Feanor. Stayed behind in Aman and helped to raise her niece:

Mirdaneth

Daughter of Maglor, wife of Elladan, mother of Tanwen. Born after Maglor left for Middle Earth without his knowledge of her existence. Raised in Tirion by her mother:

Naeril

Niece of Anairë through one of her sisters, wife of Maglor. Raised her daughter with the help of her sister-in-law Antalitse. Is eventually reunited with Maglor in the Dagor Dagorath, when Tanwen returns with him after traveling  to Middle Earth.

Tanwen

The great-grandaughter of both Feanor and Earendil. Also happens to sort of be Feanor reincarnated due to Feanor figuring out how to kind of break out of Mandos by hitching a ride out into the world just as his newest kin’s fea was coming in. Lover of Urusilla. Eventually takes up the mantle of High King of the Noldor when Dagor Dagorath comes. Is the one to find and break the Silmarils, fulfilling the prophecy of Feanor doing so.

Urusilla

Teleri shipwright who lives on Tol Eressa, lover of Tawen.

Vanwe

Son of Lalwen and Ingwion, who met at the end of the War of Wrath and once Lalwen got over being mad at the Vanyar for taking so long they fell in love.

Humans

Almariel

Daughter of Anarion. Was part of a radical cell of the Faithful who attempted a coup to overthrow Ar-Pharazon and the Zigur and restore Tar-Miriel to the throne. Was captured and sacrificed to Morgoth. Favorite niece/best friend of Herendil, who she was the closest in age to. Eventually reincarnated as Angelica Errol (after the Errol family in Tolkien’s time travel story idea), cousin of Alvin Lowdham, the reincarnated Herendil.

Anheryn

Daughter of Eldarion with his second wife, elder twin sister of Tercenor. Becomes entangled with the schemes of Herumor in the New Shadow storyline.

Arbanath

Second wife of Eldarion, of the line of Halbarad of the Rangers of Eriador. Mother of Anheryn and Tercenor. Her name “High Wife” was given to her due to portents at her birth that foretold an important destiny for her in the annals of Gondor.

Castamir III

Father of Lomiziran, a descendant of Angamaite, one of the Gondorian Lords who fled to Umbar during the Kingstrife. Aragorn killed his grand-father, the Captain of the Haven during his time as Thorongil. Castamir himself was killed in the new forays between Gondor and Umbar over Harondor in the early years of Aragorn’s reign.  

Daurhin

Name I’ve given to The Mouth of Sauron, taken as a child from the Temple of the Eye in Umbar into the service of the Dark Lord of Mordor

Erthoril/Zairphazan/Moriaryon

Eldest son of Eldarion, and only child between him and Lomiziran. Erthoril was his Gondorian name, referencing his role in reuniting the kingdoms of Gondor-Arnor and Umbar peacefully, Zairphazan his Umbarian name, and Moriaryon was a nickname he was called by some (not too kindly) referencing both his looks and referring to certain rumors that his mother may have taught him something of the magic arts. He comes to the kingship during the rising of the Dark Tree cult led by the mystic Herumor.

Firiel

Princess of Dol Amroth, grandaughter of Aragorn. Is the Firiel mentioned in the poem “The Last Ship”.

Gilraen

Eldest daughter of Aragorn and Arwen, eventually marries Elboron, son of Faramir and Eowyn, and becomes the mother of Barahir

Herendil

Deleted son of Elendil from Tolkien’s attempt to write a time-travel story, rewritten by me as his third, youngest son, who was one of the last sacrifices to Morgoth before the fall of Numenor, who’s death is too painful to talk about which is why he wasn’t mentioned in the Annuls. In the Tyelpe in Numenor timeline his is rescued by his Tyelpe and his brothers and helps to raise Valandil in Rivendell. In either timeline he is eventually reincarnated in the Last Age as Alvin Lowdham, (from the Lowdham family in Tolkien’s second take at a Numenor time-Travel Story) who has visions of the fall of Numenor and the coming return of Morgoth. (He uh, he also has a darker thing going on in the background connected to just what Sauron was trying to do with all those sacrifices to Morgoth...)

Lominzil

Wife of Castamir III, mother of Lomiziran. Becomes Queen-Regent after her husband and his brother’s death in battle (Umbar traditionally a duumvirate). Engineers Lomiziran’s marriage to Eldarion after capturing his strike force. She was a descendent of Sangahyando, kinsman of Angamaite, who married a princess of the Haradrim. 

Lomiziran

Witch-Princess of Umbar, wife of Eldarion and eventually Queen of Gondor-Arnor. Mother of Ethoril. Trained in the magic arts by her grandmother, a devotee of the ancient Umbarian version of Varda, who’s worship had gone underground during Sauron’s occupation but was kept alive in secret. 

Nimbrethil

Second daughter and youngest child of Aragorn and Arwen. Marries into the line of Dol Amroth. Her daughter Firiel was offered a place on the last ship sailing to Valinor by her great uncles Elladan and Elrohir but refused. 

Nitirkali

Mother of Lominzil, grandmother of Lomiziran. Dedicated her life to renewing the ancient religions of Umbar in secret after meeting the Blue Wizards as a teenager and becoming convinced of the true evil nature of Sauron. Trained Lomiziran in magic as taught to her by the Blue Wizards.

Tercenor

Second son and youngest child of Eldarion, becomes entangled with the schemes of Herumor in the New Shadow storyline.

Other

Ring Babies

Malya-Personifed One Ring, youngest child of the Ring Babies

Nenya--Personifed Ring of Water, middle child and attendant to Galadriel.

Narya--Personified Ring of Fire . Eldest of the Ring Babies and heir of Eregion.

Vilya--Personifed Ring of Air youngest the Ring Babies, Master of Arms for Gil Galad.

Silm Triplets

Eabariel--Personified Silmaril, the one who's thrown into the sea by Maglor

Narewen --Personified Silamril, the one who's cast into the fire with Maedhros

Tellumian -- Personified Silmaril, the one who ends up sailing the sky with Earendil

Olindefinwe -- Son of Mairon and Maedhros in the Mai Squared AU

[luminouswhump]

Unconventional career paths #2

Part One Here

cw for a slight mention of blood, nothing bad but just to be safe

Just when he thought he was safe, he saw a flash of metal and felt a cold blade across his neck. “Where do you think you’re going? Snooping around the castle like that?” said a voice that bore no signs of being understanding, no matter what Viresse’s answer would be.

“Am I right in assuming that you would not believe me if I said I just rescued your darling prince from certain death?” Viresse inched away from the sword at his throat, no doubt that those in the royal guard made sure their weapons were nice and sharp and ready to cut the throats of people like Viresse. The guards in question responded by politely yanking the elf up by his neatly braided hair. Viresse grunted in surprise and pain, earning him a laugh from the guard whose sword was still at his throat. “You would be correct indeed.” And with that he got roughly forced to his feet and dragged into the palace.

A secind guard took away his bow, dagger and bag. “No! Give those back to me!” Viresse struggled in the strong grip of a guard as he watched his most priced possessions being taken away from him. “Those are mine, you have no right to take them you bastards!” He lurged forward, hoping to break free from the hold, which failed. Instead, he got roughly forced to his knees again. “We have every right, you’re a prisoner now, you own nothing, are nothing and will get nothing unless it so pleases a royal. You should be glad we did not cut off your hand when we found you, and we still might do that right here and now. Do you understand?” He didn’t detect any lies in the statement, which scared him. The elf nodded and his involuntary tour of the palace dungeons continued>

Viresse never really expected to visit the royal palace, but he especially hated the way he was introduced to it at the moment. Guards had no sense of respect or politeness about them. Viresse had always been warned by the people in his village to stay away from royal guards, those red-cloaked bastards took pleasure in picking on the less fortunate. Unfortunately for Viresse, he belonged to that category and had been found in an area of the palace where he shouldn’t have been in the first place. He was dragged through long hallways, the dim light shed by the few torches present cast ominous looking shadows on the stone tunnels. Viresse was good at navigating through the dense woods of the kingdom, he was afraid he could not say the same about the underground dungeons of the royal palace. The tunnels seemed to go on forever, their footsteps and sounds of scared and uncomfortable prisoners echoing around him. The guards finally stopped in front of an empty cell, opened it and roughly shoved Viresse inside. He barely had enough time to catch himself as he fell onto the rough stone floor. Just as quickly as he’d been pushed, a guard was on him again, shackling his wrists to the wall. A well placed punch to the gut had Viresse crumpling to his knees, his arms stretched above him. He spat an elfish curse word at one of the guards. “Is this what I get as a thanks for saving your prince his ass?! Ask him! Check up on him right now! He’ll confirm it for you, you oaf!” Despite being human,the guard spoke elfish. He had been on his way out but turned on his heels, drew his sword and placed it against Viresse’s throat. Viresse gulped at the malicious intent he could see in this man’s eyes. The guard grinned, sending a shiver down the elf’s spine.

“Listen here you pointy eared little shit, I don’t care who you think you are or who you might have saved. Nobody is going to bother prince A'elin about you. You’re simply not worth the trouble. I’d suggest you quickly learn to shut up unless spoken to and learn to take orders. It’d be in your best interest, trust me.” He dragged his sword across Viresse’s cheek, leaving a bleeding gash. Viresse closed his eyes and breathed heavily, hissing in pain but managing to not make a sound. The guard patted his cheek in something that could have been a friendly gesture but definitely wasn’t. Viresse jerked his head away, glaring at the human. “Now I’d sit tight if I were you, and get ready to confess your crimes.” The guard stood up and promptly left the cell, laughing with the others as if Viresse’s imprisonment were an hilarious joke.

As soon as the echoing footsteps were no longer audible, Viresse began to pull on the chains, frustration finally overflowing inside him. He exclaimed in anger at how weak he felt. He never should have helped that stupid prince. The sounds of clanging metal filled his cell, but all he ended up with were strained muscles. He let his head slump, the cut on his cheek throbbing. Viresse couldn’t stand feeling trapped, especially if it was unjust. What he wouldn’t give to shoot those asshole guards in the leg… They’d taken his bow, his bag and his dagger, he felt naked without those. Hours passed and Viresse could feel his limbs start to ache from the position he was in. At one point he must have dozed off since he found himself startled awake at the sound of his cell door being opened. A hooded figure entered his cell, closing the door behind him and approaching Viresse without saying a word. The figure leaned downwards, his face illuminated by a ray if moonlight. Viresse’s heart started racing at the sight. Their face was unnaturally pale, almost translucent, covered in scar tissue on one side, the eyes seemed to be void of irises instead they were completely black. The creature smiled and Viresse could swear he could see sharp teeth and an oddly coloured tongue. The fugure pushed back the hood that had covered their face, revealing a set of horns which curled along their scalp before ending in a point that pointed upwards. Viresse tried to jump backwards but couldn’t, stopped by the hard, cold, stone wall behind him. “Wha-what are you and and what do you want from me?!” There was no point in trying to hide his fear, he knew that much. The creature didn’t answer, they merely reached out to Viresses face with clawed hands. Viresse started to panic “no no no no, stay away!” he struggled against his chains but to no avail. The sharp looking nails grazed Viresse’s face, who was unable to turn his head away. The creature ran their nails across his face and shivers ran their way across Viresse’s entire body. Viresse screamed as suddenly the creature grabbed his head in both hands and started to chant in a language he didn’t speak. “No! Let go of me you horned fucker!” Viresse thrashed, desperate wanting to get away from whatever it was that was in front of him.

Suddenly pain exploded across his head, washing over him through the hands of the demon, he thought now it must be a demon. Viresse screamed in pain, his voice bouncing off of the stone walls of his prison. He tried desperately to free himself but couldn’t get away from the burning hands that clasped his head. “Please!” He managed to croak out through gritted teeth. “Let me go! I did nothing to deserve this please!” His begging fell on deaf ears, the pain increased and Viresse couldn’t help but let out a howl of pain. “What do you want?! Fuck!” A raspy voice boomed through the room, seeming to eminate from nowhere. “You are being judged for your crimes, we are searching your mind for your past failures, I am afraid there are quite many.” Viresse saw memories flash before his eyes. His best friend Yorik and him throwing pebbles from trees at unsuspecting guards, Viresse stealing a loaf of bread for his sick grandfather, his mother hurrying him away from a group of guards that appeared around the corner. His father and mother discussing in hushed voices how they were going to cover taxes. His grandmother telling him stories about the old days when a just and righteous queen ruled the lands. People of noble descent laughing and pointing at Viresse as he helped his father push an old cart with what little harvest they had left to the market. It then shifted to scenes that Viresse hadn’t been a part of.Yorik’s sister being surrounded by humans of noble descent, Yorik sprinting desperately towards them, trying to drag the humans away from his crying little sister. Yorik dragged away by guards, covered in dirt. But his sister was safe. Yorik in meetings with shady figures, hunched over maps. Cloaked figures sprinting through the night, leaving an estate with bloodied knives. Yorik carried away in chains, hands blood which Viresse somehow knew belonged to some royal offical. The scenes shifted once more, to a letter in Yorik’s handwriting, he couldn’t make out what it said but it had been addressed to Viresse. The voice once more filled the room. “You have been found guilty for aiding and conspiring with a member of an illegal assassin’s guild. For this you will be punished.” Viresse’s life had been tainted by the injustice caused by royal rule and now it appeared they saw fit to torture him for that. The pain increased, spreading throughout his body, he wanted to run, to be anywhere but here. He could hear someone screaming in agony before realizing that it was his own voice. He tried to reason with the creature, to tell them that they had it wrong, he’d never wanted Yorik to do what he’d done, he just wanted to be left alone, he just wanted to go home. The pain stopped suddenly, the creature stood up and left, leaving Viresse gasping for breath in his chains, arms outstretched above his head, blood slowly leaking from his nose, his vision swimming and his entire body drained and exhausted.

They couldn’t do this to him, he wasn’t part of the assassin’s guild, he had never killed anyone! A'elin would have to safe him, the prince had to. Please.