I told the stars about you.

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[anthxlogy]

Indie multi-muse rp blog. Selective. Low activity. Multiple verses available. Mun is 21+. Please read rules before interacting.

carrd.

[ccelebrian]

This post has been a long time coming. I will not be returning to any of my blogs for a long while.

I simply lost the passion and joy this hobby once brought me ~2 years ago. I can no longer force myself to try, or to push through writers block.

I wish you all the best.

[ccelebrian]

This post has been a long time coming. I will not be returning to any of my blogs for a long while.

I simply lost the passion and joy this hobby once brought me ~2 years ago. I can no longer force myself to try, or to push through writers block.

I wish you all the best.

[wonderful-rp-resources]

Anonymously tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them.

Specify which muse for multimuse blogs.

[anthxlogy]

“Son of Gondor,” Leather clad feet stepped out from behind an ancient mallorn tree. Silently he signaled to the archers to stand down — this was an elf-friend. “You are welcome here.”

As always, went unsaid.

His silver eyes cast over the man, checking for any sign of harm. It was an old habit. First with Oropher, his cousin, then Thranduil, then finally Celebrìan. Some injuries could be well hidden, of course, but the lack of visible harm eased his worries.

Pleased when he saw none, he met Faramir’s eyes.

“And yet you have sent no word. Your messenger was not waylaid, I hope.” Ancient eyes studied Faramir. Unless none was sent. Unless there was none he trusted to send word of his errand.

The corners of his eyes tightened at the thought.

“Come along, then. We will have bread and wine.”

@saltuary

[anthxlogy]

Aegnor: hEY

@nuruhuine

[ofthevanyar]

//taking a tumblr hiatus from my RP blogs for a little bit. Summer is kicking my ass, and a close family member might have the same autoimmune disorder that killed my grandma.

[ofthevanyar]

//taking a tumblr hiatus from my RP blogs for a little bit. Summer is kicking my ass, and a close family member might have the same autoimmune disorder that killed my grandma.

[disgustinggf]

Are you looking for something casual?

does it fucking look like im capable of being casual about anything at all

[anthxlogy]

@namoinmandos

Aegnor right now

[namoinmandos]

@registxr

Troubles always come hand in hand. That was a very true saying that Mandos had recently taen as his own personal mantra to deal with the amount of people, mainly Elves, coming to petition their grievances to him.

That had been especially true, now, for Aegnor son of Finarfin. He had been surprised at the beginning, he suspected something stirring from Feanor and his sons, so far very unrepentant and causing mayhem, but it seemed that the query was Aegnor's only.

Speaking of, he heard him step into his halls, head high and the anger one could hardly ever find in any of Finarfin's children.

He braced himself and welcomed him. "Aegnor Arafinwion, welcome to my halls. How may I help you?"

He had started to become more used to chaos, but the nature of it was still very unpredictable.

[anthxlogy]

“You misunderstand me,” Aegnor flashed a smile, showing his teeth. “I am not asking for Luthíen’s choice. I am demanding payment for all I have suffered on the Valar’s behalf.”

Bright eyes let Mandos’ as he took a step closer to his throne.

“You will offer Andreth the choice of an immortal life. Else I will remain here forevermore. And do not think I will always be content with mere petitions, Lord Nàmo.”

If Andreth had been here, she likely would have discouraged him from being so brash, so forthright. It was his siblings who were talented in the art of statecraft, in the subtle manipulations to bring another onto their side. Aegnor preferred the sharp forthrightness of steel, both in word and deed.

And Andreth was not here. Mandos was left with the flame of Aegnor’s spirit.

[namoinmandos]

@registxr

Troubles always come hand in hand. That was a very true saying that Mandos had recently taen as his own personal mantra to deal with the amount of people, mainly Elves, coming to petition their grievances to him.

That had been especially true, now, for Aegnor son of Finarfin. He had been surprised at the beginning, he suspected something stirring from Feanor and his sons, so far very unrepentant and causing mayhem, but it seemed that the query was Aegnor's only.

Speaking of, he heard him step into his halls, head high and the anger one could hardly ever find in any of Finarfin's children.

He braced himself and welcomed him. "Aegnor Arafinwion, welcome to my halls. How may I help you?"

He had started to become more used to chaos, but the nature of it was still very unpredictable.

[anthxlogy]

“Don’t insult me.” Aegnor answered. He was not ill-named. The same fire that ran through his fëa in life still burned in death, and those bright eyes met Mandos’ now.

“Have I ever come to you with a different petition, Lord Mandos? To restore Andreth to life - if she is willing - as you restored Beren?”

This petition had not begun until Luthíen had successfully brought back Beren from the unknown halls where the Edain passed to. And unknown they were indeed to Aegnor. He had searched every nook and cranny, every closet, every corridor, looking for where the Halls of Men were.

He had never found them.

Aegnor had assumed that such a thing was impossible but Luthíen had done it. That same hour he had demanded an audience with Mandos to ask for the same.

It had been rejected.

However, it did not stop him. His wrath grew at each refusal, at each time his search for the Halls of Men failed.

[pxnxply]

Ioreth kisses Talion, lightly biting his bottom lip as she pulls away.

@anthxlogy

Bite a man

He flushed and laughed.

"You taunt me. I'm supposed to be leaving..."

[anthxlogy]

“Then stay,” she smiled, the wool sheet only partly covering her. A pale hand danced along his abs with a teasing, fleeting touch.

“Tell your men that you’re the captain, and to not bother you.”

[namoinmandos]

Aegnor bites Namo. The biting will continue until Andreth is returned to him.

( @anthxlogy - silly little thing for you.)

@anthxlogy

Namo sighs, pulling away from the bites. The petitioning has started and is never stopping. "Have you been talking to Feanor and his sons again, child?"

[anthxlogy]

“Do you think me incapable of independent thought?” He countered, eyes narrowing.

[anthxlogy]

Beren bites Luthien on the thigh ;)

She gives an offended huff.

“Beren, my star, my light, the love of my life, you are east of where I would prefer you to be.”

@pxnxply

[pxnxply]

"You know us Edain are directionally challenged."

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the reddened mark.

"You shall have to give better instructions next time."

[anthxlogy]

“I cannot be any clearer,” she grumbled, although even that was laced with affection. “Perhaps you Edain need to listen closer.”

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, “A Letter to my Mother that She Will Never Read” The New Yorker, May 2017 

[loisnclark]

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .