Morifinwë

Currently on hiatus will visit occasionally. Caranthir Morifinwë, lord of Thargelion was the fourth son of Fëanor and the harshest, and the quickest to anger of the seven brothers. // Independet RP blog for Caranthir. Multi-ship, multi-fandom friendly. tracking tag: darkfinwe

[thefatedfinwe-deactivated201411]

But I love you D:

So you won’t stab me if I pee in your bed?

[darkfinwe]

Maybe a little.

Just gently.

With the biggest blade I own.

[darkfinwe]

※

[theelvenscholar]

darkfinwe replied to your post:*sends an envelope containing photos of you in a compromising situation with your uncle*

SON?!

ATYA DON’T LOOK

[darkfinwe]

I WANT AN EXPLANATION RIGHT NOW

[darkfinwe]

※

[darkfinwe]

*whispers* Silmariiiiiiiils!

*stares at, not impressed*

[darkfinwe]

You banged your son but so did I. 10/10, would recommend.

[inboxideas]

Annoy The Character In As Few Words As Possible

[tulkasastaldo]

I am not responsible for any bruisings and broken bones that might follow.

[regnumverus]

*chills in his jacuzzi*

[darkfinwe]

*joins and watches people getting annoyed*

[darkfinwe]

§ /no hand, what are you doing

Surprised, the elf grasped the woman's shoulders, in order to push her back a bit, and himself away from the wall. Why was she kissing him..? Caranthir wondered, blinking with a frown upon his eyes before the silvery hues fluttered shut as a shiver ran down his back. His face flushed red while attempting to join the kiss: It was a awkward try, which left him only with letting out a small, frustrated groan. When was the last time he had kissed in such a manner?

The frown returned as he swiftly broke the contact, ashamed, mostly of his own lack of skill. Quick, a hand was drewn back at first willing to hit her but ending up to push her away completely instead, as Caranthir turned and paced away.

[darkfinwe]

§ MY HAND SLIPPED

The elder's face flushed of the surprise as this young, gorgeous ellon kissed him in such away - his son. It was his beautiful son, always ever so kind and caring toward him. "Erestor..", Caranthir muttered in between the heated kiss, then turning his head to the side break the contact. "Yonya, my dear boy..", the older Fëanorian smiled, petting his son's head gently. Erestor had this lovely ability to make Caranthir feel loved, his only child of whom he was so very proud.

But it shouldn't be like that. Caranthir had many times told that it was so very wrong of him to ask this kind of love from his son. But was there anyone else for him, then, to ease the burn of loneliness he so often felt? That was the problem.. Surely many would have volunteered and perhaps some day loved him... But he couldn't let them to approach himself with such matters. The kind of feeling he felt for his only son was hard for himself to reach in the first place.

After loving a woman that was another's, that was. Erestor reminded Caranthir of her. Not that he took Erestor for her, but rather that he was everything he could wish a person to be.

Pecking his son's lips swiftly, Caranthir leaned his back against the wall he had been pushed into a moment ago. "What was it for?"

[foxxentric-deactivated20250325]

Zzz

Send ‘Zzz’ for a short drabble of/reaction to my character waking up to see yours sleeping with them in their bed.

She didn’t want to move, or open her eyes. But the distant chirping of birds, combined with the morning light indicated it was time to wake up. Grunting, she shifted, rolling over to her back and spreading her arms on each side, letting out a yelp when her left hand hit on something someone. Eyes shot open, as she sat up immediately, hesitantly turning to look to her side. A hand shot up to cover her mouth, a few choice words slipping out as she scrambled towards the edge of the bed, eyes wide, a baffled expression on her face.

If her whole waking up and reaction hadn’t woken the ellon already, then the thump of her falling off the bed must’ve surely done the trick.

"— How? Why?” Was all she uttered, grunting as she remained on the floor, not really daring to sit up.

[darkfinwe]

The elf flinched awake, almost jumping up at the noise she made as she fell off the bed. He blinked in confusion, so hard trying to figure out where he actually even was. It was a bed, and very comfy and warm at that so he would not be bothered to worry about his whereabouts for long. Yet then he glanced over the edge of the bed, eyeing the woman on the floor a good while with his sharp gaze before frowning and asking: “What are you doing down there?”

[foxxentric-deactivated20250325]

She refrained herself from facepalming, turning to look at the elf with a raised brow. “Oh, nothing— the floor just needed a hug.” She tried joking, hoping this wouldn’t make things more weird and awkward than they already were— for her at least. “What are you doing up there?” She had to ask. Hopefully he remembered how they ended up sharing the bed.

[darkfinwe]

The floor needed a hug? Well, that was quite an odd argument to say in the least. Caranthir's frown deepened but at her question he simply flopped back downand snuggled up to the nearest pillow. "I was sleeping but you awoke me... Why did you do that?" Oh he loved sleeping so much. And he did not care whose bed it was as long as it was nice and comfy.

[darkfinwe]

§ //Lol sure! Why not?

It surprised the Fëanorion, the sudden kiss, sudden impact to his personal space by this strange man. Feeling the man's lips move passionately against his own, Caranthir stared straight ahead with glazed gaze, frozen still. He hated every bit of that moment, his cheeks heating up out of sheer anger and a shudder winding down his spine.

Then finally the elf pushed the man away drawing his sword and resting the sharp, cool blade against his throat. Those silver eyes were almost like ablaze now as they eyed the stranger. "Speak and say why should I spare you after assaulting me in such a disrespectful way?"

[foxxentric-deactivated20250325]

Zzz

Send ‘Zzz’ for a short drabble of/reaction to my character waking up to see yours sleeping with them in their bed.

She didn’t want to move, or open her eyes. But the distant chirping of birds, combined with the morning light indicated it was time to wake up. Grunting, she shifted, rolling over to her back and spreading her arms on each side, letting out a yelp when her left hand hit on something someone. Eyes shot open, as she sat up immediately, hesitantly turning to look to her side. A hand shot up to cover her mouth, a few choice words slipping out as she scrambled towards the edge of the bed, eyes wide, a baffled expression on her face.

If her whole waking up and reaction hadn’t woken the ellon already, then the thump of her falling off the bed must’ve surely done the trick.

"— How? Why?” Was all she uttered, grunting as she remained on the floor, not really daring to sit up.

[darkfinwe]

The elf flinched awake, almost jumping up at the noise she made as she fell off the bed. He blinked in confusion, so hard trying to figure out where he actually even was. It was a bed, and very comfy and warm at that so he would not be bothered to worry about his whereabouts for long. Yet then he glanced over the edge of the bed, eyeing the woman on the floor a good while with his sharp gaze before frowning and asking: "What are you doing down there?"

[inboxideas]

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

[lovelystarkgirl-deactivated2014]

YESH

[finrodthefaithful]

❤ *brings vodka to finrod's bed party*

Nudging closet to the body heat, Finrod cuddled against the body until a familiar scent filled his nose. Lifting his head the Prince seen his dark cousin in his bed. Groaning in agony Finrod pushed at the others shoulder. “Is everything alright cousin? ” it wasn’t very often the other sought out him like this, something must have been wrong.

[darkfinwe]

Caranthir frowned at that, gritting his teeth and swatting the golden haired one’s hand away. “I said I am not!” he exclaimed, sitting up. Why was it even any big deal? Caranthir thought to himself. “I have never kissed anyone in my entire life.”

[finrodthefaithful]

Groaning in irritation, Finrod sat back upon his back looking up at his now enraged cousin.  Why couldn’t the other just admit it? Though it was awkward to say the least….. ” Well, I’m sorry you’ve never kissed anyone. Is that why you came to me today?” The prince asked.

[darkfinwe]

"No!" Caranthir snorted immediately, even before his golden haired cousin had finished his sentence. "I came here because I was feeling down, as I already told you... I came here because for once I actually wanted someone to hold me!" he growled then after he was finished, grasped the warm blanket ans stood up while wrapping it around himself. "How does kissing feel like?" came his quiet question after he had turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

[darkfinwe]

I ship you with your son damn that's hot

[finrodthefaithful]

❤ *brings vodka to finrod's bed party*

Nudging closet to the body heat, Finrod cuddled against the body until a familiar scent filled his nose. Lifting his head the Prince seen his dark cousin in his bed. Groaning in agony Finrod pushed at the others shoulder. “Is everything alright cousin? ” it wasn’t very often the other sought out him like this, something must have been wrong.

[darkfinwe]

And he as well, could not help but stare back at Finrod, eyes widening at the question. Then slowly Caranthir broke into shaking his head nervously, his grey hues hardly blinking as he eyed his cousin almost innocently. “I did not kiss you”, the dark prince stated.

[finrodthefaithful]

The once sleepy face contorted into an irritated look. Now his cousin was lying to him. Snorting Finrod leaned back down, moving his hand up to put it over Caranthir’s lips.  “Do not lie to me, Caranthir……”  The golden elf said sternly . “Why, Are you kissing me.”

[darkfinwe]

Caranthir frowned at that, gritting his teeth and swatting the golden haired one's hand away. "I said I am not!" he exclaimed, sitting up. Why was it even any big deal? Caranthir thought to himself. "I have never kissed anyone in my entire life."