𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔴𝔫.

❝   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚒𝚗   𝚖𝚢   𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛   , 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢   𝔞   𝔠𝔲𝔭   𝔬𝔣   𝔰𝔢𝔞.   ❞

[doeter]

A  PRIVATE  RP  BLOG  FOR  LYNORRA’S  TOLKIEN/TROP  VERSE. DAUGHTER  OF  GIL  GALAD  ! HEAVILY  BASED  ON  MY  HEADCANONS  FROM  THE  SHOW,  THE  RINGS  OF  POWER  AND  THE  LORD  OF  THE  RINGS  FILMS.  MUTUAL  BASED  INTERACTIONS  ONLY.  MAY  CONTAIN  NSFW  ,  DDDNE  THEMES.

[unearthlydust]

THE RINGS OF POWER 2.01 "Elven Kings Under the Sky" 2.08 "Shadow and Flame"

[petalsprompts]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 / 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒; 𝙿𝚃. 𝟸.

a  collection  of  scenarios  &  interactions  appropriate  for  period/medieval  rp.  specify  muse  where  needed, add "FIRST" if this would be their first time interacting, and switch sender/receiver to change roles. + part one.

[  broken  solace  ]  the  sender,  searching  for  a  quiet  area,  accidentally  disturbs  the  receiver  in  their  own  moment  of  solace.

[  get  off  the  road!  ]  the  sender  knows  that  some  bandits/thieves  are  coming  down  the  road,  and  drags  the  receiver  into  the  nearby  brush  to  protect  them.

[  slippery  slope  ]  winter  setting!  the  sender  grabs  onto  the  receiver's  arm  to  avoid  losing  their  balance  on  an  icy  patch  of  ground.

[  wild  berries  ]  our  muses  run  into  each  other  whilst  one,  or  both,  are  picking  wild  berries.

[  lost  my  way  ]  the  sender  spots  the  receiver,  who  seems  lost,  and  approaches  to  ask  if  they  need  help  finding  their  way.

[  STOP  !  ]  the  receiver  hears  the  sender's  voice  yell  out,  warning  the  receiver  that  they  are  about  to  step  into  an  animal  trap  sender  has  set.

[  mistaken  identity  ]  the  sender  approaches  the  receiver,  about  to  start  a  conversation,  before  stopping  and  saying,  "oh, i'm sorry,  i  thought  you  were  someone  else..."

[  can  you  reach  that?  ]  the  shorter  of  our  two  muses  asks  the  taller  to  reach  a  piece  of  fruit  from  a  tree,  or  something  from  a  higher  shelf,  etc.

[  work  for  food  /  board  ]  the  sender  asks  the  receiver  if  they  can  work  for  a  hot  meal  and  a  place  to  sleep  for  the  night.

[  ripped  and  torn  ]  the  receiver  has  a  torn  garment,  and  the  sender  offers  to  stitch/repair  it  for  them.

[  hottest  day  yet  ]  the  sender  strips  of  their  clothes  and  is  enjoying  a  swim  to  cool  off,  after  a  moment  they  realise  they  are  not  alone  when  they  spot  the  receiver.

[  a  storm  on  the  horizon  ]  dark  clouds  roll  in,  the  wind  picks  up,  and  the  receiver  hears  a  knock  at  their  door.  the  sender  is  there,  asking  for  shelter  as  the  rain  begins.

[  follow  the  smoke  ]  the  sender  follows  the  sight/smell  of  smoke,  worried  a  fire  may  threaten  them,  and  instead  comes  across  the  campsite  of  the  receiver.

[gloomglimmer]

›        FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS       

"You’re   not   on   the   list."

"Need   a   light?"

"You   dropped   this."

"Is   that   your   drink   or   mine?"

"You're   late."

"I   thought   you'd   be   taller."

"You   always   stare   like   that?"

"They   told   me   not   to   trust   you."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   you."

"You   clean   up   well."

"You   look   lost."

"Haven’t   we   met?"

"Not   what   I   imagined."

"Are   you   following   me?"

"You’re   not   from   around   here."

"You’ve   got   something   on   your   cheek."

"Mind   if   I   cut   in?"

"You're   sitting   in   my   seat."

"I   was   warned   about   you."

"That’s   a   dangerous   smile."

"This   seat   taken?"

"You're   the   distraction."

"Why   are   you   looking   at   me   like   that?"

"You're   early."

"You're   late   on   purpose."

"First   time   here?"

"Try   the   champagne."

"That   color   suits   you."

"You're   exactly   how   I   pictured   you."

"We’re   not   supposed   to   talk."

"We   shouldn’t   be   seen   together."

"Do   I   know   you?"

"That   watch   doesn’t   match   your   suit."

"You’re   not   very   good   at   hiding."

"Someone’s   been   asking   about   you."

"Thought   you’d   never   show."

"You   have   good   taste   in   music."

"Don't   turn   around."

"Guess   we’re   partners   now."

"You   shouldn’t   be   here."

"Do   you   believe   in   fate?"

"You’re   late.   I   almost   left."

"That’s   my   drink."

"I   think   you’re   in   the   wrong   place."

"Your   cover’s   slipping."

"Tell   me   that   wasn’t   on   purpose."

"Are   you   going   to   apologize?"

"Care   to   dance?"

"That’s   quite   an   entrance."

"You   always   this   bold?"

"I’ve   heard   of   you."

"You’re   not   easy   to   find."

"You   look   nervous."

"Sit.   Please."

"You   read   the   file?"

"You   shouldn’t   trust   me."

"Nice   aim."

"We   weren’t   supposed   to   meet   yet."

"You   took   your   time."

"So,   you’re   the   infamous   one."

"Someone's   been   watching   me."

"Your   timing’s   suspicious."

"You   look   like   trouble."

"That’s   a   nice   trick."

"I’ve   been   looking   for   you."

"Are   you   hurt?"

"They   didn’t   say   you’d   be   charming."

"You   always   arrive   like   this?"

"That’s   classified."

"Don’t   trust   the   bartender."

"You're   bleeding."

"You   have   five   minutes."

"Where’s   your   partner?"

"I   wasn’t   briefed   on   you."

"You   have   terrible   timing."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   company."

"I   thought   you   were   a   myth."

"You   look   bored."

"I   saw   you   watching   me."

"You're   not   like   the   others."

"So,   you're   the   backup?"

"Try   not   to   get   killed."

"That's   a   dangerous   dress."

"You   don't   belong   here."

"We   meet   at   last."

"That’s   not   your   real   name."

"You   weren’t   followed,   right?"

"We’ve   never   met.   Officially."

"Don’t   say   my   name."

"Is   this   seat   cursed   too?"

"No   sudden   moves."

"We’re   alone   now."

"Take   off   the   mask."

"I   know   what   you   did."

"Who   let   you   in?"

"You’re   prettier   in   person."

"You’re   not   what   I   expected."

"You   shouldn’t   smile   like   that."

"Don’t   flatter   yourself."

"What   took   you   so   long?"

[doeter]

❝  ...  she  also  is  lithe  and  fleetfooted.  deer  she  loves,  and  they  follow  her  train  whenever  she  goes  in  the  wild;  but  she  can  outrun  them,  swift  as  an  arrow  with  the  wind  in  her  hair.  in  dancing  she  delights,  and  she  dances  in  valimar  on  lawns  of  never-fading  green.  ❞

the  silmarillion,  ❛  valaquenta:  of  the  valar  ❜  on  nessa,  the  last  named  valië.

i  have  come  across  nessa  and  find  lynorra  to  be  her  selfsame  reflection,  and  the  most  she  feels  guided  by.  and  ardent  she  is  in  honouring  nessa,  be  it  by  the  very  strides  she  takes  or  the  antlers  that  have  found  their  way  onto  the  fabric  of  her  attire  or  her  effects.  akin  to  nessa,  she  delights  in  dancing  however  with  a  fist  closed  around  a  hilt  !  swirling  and  spinning  with  a  sword  ,  for  battle  she  will  not  know,  no  commander  she  is,  and  to  wound  the  flesh  is  not  in  her  heart.  and  perhaps  its  in  search  of  her  guidance,  of  the  motherly  love  that  she  could  not  have  the  chance  to  bask  in,  that  she  runs  through  the  woods  barefoot  as  nessa  would  have,  to  hear  even  whispers  of  her  in the  wind  that  whistles  past  her  jewelled  ears.

[doeter]

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱  𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡  𝔬𝔣  𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔟  𝔦𝔰  𝔩𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔞  ?  dandelion.

you  grew  up  too  fast  and  all  you  know  is  the  calluses  on  your  fists  and  the  thousand  invisible  scars  that  you  pretend  don't  ache.  your  anger  burns  so  bright,  so  hot  or  maybe  not  at  all,  so  deep  you  could  never  tell  it  was  there.  you  are  yours  and  you  will  defend  that  to  the  death  after  so  many  years  of  being  ripped  apart  and  denied  your  own  agency  and  maybe  you  are  still  facing  the  bastards  who  stole  your  innocence  but  you  will  survive  because  that's  the  only  thing  you  know  how  to  do  without  breaking,  the  only  thing  you  know  besides  protect,  protect,  protect,  protect,  yourself  or  sometimes  those  few  others  you  claim  as  yours.  you  are  a  thousand  sharp  edges  but  impenetrable,  a  traumatized  child  so  covered  by  thorny  armor  that  you  promised  yourself  you're  grown  now,  you're  stronger  than  anyone  who  has  ever  hurt  you.  you're  safe.  nothing  will  ever  hurt  you  again.  you're  so  alone  though  sometimes,  in  a  world  that  sees  you  as  too  much  or  too  broken  or  too  angry  or  too  hurt,  and  you  want  to  scream  with  the  too-much  of  it,  prove  that  you're  okay,  that  you're  self-reliant,  that  you  are  strong  enough  to  stake  your  claim  on  your  body,  on  your  mind,  on  your  heart,  on  your  people,  and  protect  it  from  any  who  dare  take  it  away  from  you.  you  are  the  sea  in  tempest,  a  howling  sky,  a  tsunami  in  motion,  a  force  of  nature,  no  matter  how  much  you  sometimes  yearn  to  be  still,  to  be  safe,  to  be  small.  you  are  a  dandelion,  stubborn  and  determined  to  grow  in  the  rockiest  of  soil,  and  bloom  again  in  spring.

tagged by: @halbrnd <3 tagging: anyone who wants to do this !!

[didanagy]

JESSIE BUCKLEY as AGNES HATHAWAY and PAUL MESCAL as WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

HAMNET (2025) dir. chloé zhao

[doeter]

@halbrnd  SENT  " TELL  ME  WHAT  ALL  THE  SIGHING'S  ABOUT  . "

dragged  his  feet  he  did  ,  on  the  very  last  step.  and  from  that  alone  she  could  name  the  intrusion  as  him.  halbrand.  the  gold  earrings  that  cascade  down  along  her  pale  neck  from  pierced  lobes  only  tinkle  in  a  merry  jingle  (  but  merry  she  is  not  )  ,  echoing  the  disapproving  shake  of  her  head.  the  roll  of  her  storm  flecked  eyes  concealed  from  him  ,  for  now.  how  could  he  possibly  understand  what  turmoil  it  is  to  reach  within  the  very  bottom  of  the  jam  jar  ,  with  a  fork  no  less  ,  to  scoop  out  flattery  for  souls  that  vexed  her  beyond  the  far  stretches  of  the  horizon  ?

sat  here  on  the  bottom  stair  ,  cants  the  doe  to  her  left  ,  regarding  him  as  he  descends  down  to  her.  and  oh  that  insolent  curve  of  his  mouth  !  at  her  misery  was  it  aimed  at  ?  now  she  must  inquire.

❝  haply  ,  'tis  you  and  your  concern  …  ❞  come  to  fidget  with  her  rings  her  fingers  ,  gaze  turned  away  ,  lest  a  crick  no  less  makes  itself  known  at  her  nape.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

[doeter]

[doeter]

A  BLOG  FOR  LYNORRA  BARATHEON'S  TOLKIEN  /  TROP  VERSE. DAUGHTER  OF  GIL  GALAD  ! HEAVILY  BASED  ON  MY  HEADCANONS  FROM  THE  SHOW,  THE  RINGS  OF  POWER  AND  THE  LORD  OF  THE  RINGS  FILMS. 

[doeter]

lynorra  was  born  on  the  stormiest  night  on  middle  earth  during  the  early  calm  of  the  second  age  to  gil  galad  and  his  now  late  wife,  and  take  after  him  she  does,  in  all  manners  of  stubbornness  and  blunt  honesty  (  ahem  .  to  call  the  princess  rude  would  not  suffice  )  but  most  unlike  in  duty  and  temper  for  the  former  holds  less  regard  and  the  latter  remains  bright  and  red  ‘pon  her  upturned  nose. 

haply  it  is  this  which  makes  her  an  ailing  diplomat  yet  persist  she  must  for  she  longs  to  follow  into  her  father’s  pride.  fare  well  she  would  with  a  chisel  in  a  workshop  she  would,  yet  she  remains  accustomed  to  the  cup  and  quill.  (  more  cup  than  quill  …  )