My iteration of Celebrimbor, in general, will not have children. This blog will not be interacting with OCs who are children of Celebrimbor. Sorry!
I'm happy to rp with other OCs, but dm me to clarify connections.
Tags (when I remember to use them)
#celebrimblore - lore and headcanons
#toby talks - ooc
#rpprompts - prompts etc.
#rp + verse
See below cut for guidelines, shipping rules etc.
Dividers by @ zaldritzosrose
"Blorbito" by @ purpurregen
GUIDELINES
1. I'm a teacher and as such have precious little energy and spare time. As such, I can be slow to reply. If you do not have the patience for that, I advise you do not seek to write with me.
2. Don't be an asshole, I've long lost patience for people being rude or arrogant.
3. I will not engage with minors. If you are under 18, do not write with me.
SHIPPING
1. I am open to shipping Brimby, but there must be chemistry. I can't force a ship, and I won't try to be honest. My Celebrimbor is very gay. To date, my iteration has shown 0 interest in women. I've also yet to write him in a ship where he takes the more dominant role, but this isn't by design, so who knows? Nothing is impossible.
2. Ships must be established first, please don't use any nsfw prompts unless we've established a ship.
3. I will not tolerate rp bleed. Hoping this isn't as prevalent as it used to be, but I'm married irl and while I'm happy to ship characters, this does not mean you and I are involved.
4. Not massively shipping related but adjacent? No, my Celebrimbor does not have children and never will. Not interested in going down
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about the other night. Have you?"
"No," came the answer, though the speaker was hidden behind shelves, barely visible as he sorted through baskets of polished gems and uncut raw stones. "Well, no that is a lie, I have been quite preoccupied but when I have a moment to spare..." Tyelpë allowed the implication to linger, peeking around the shelves with an impish grin.
"I am merely pleased to have been of service to you, my King."
A curious rustling in the bushes - And then a grasping hand shoots out! It seizes Celebrimbor by the ankle, and tugs his leg towards a greedy, grinning mouth. (uncle in the bushes)
Tyelpë had no time to react. The rustling had caught his attention, the young elf pausing to glance its way when all of a sudden he was caught! A squeal left the boy as he fell to the ground, nails digging into dirt as he was dragged towards his doom, his death! His-
something about annatar combining torture with tendernessâŠâŠâŠâŠ.. inflicting wounds and then cleaning them himself with careful hands, or bathing celebrimbor, bloodied and bruised by annatarâs own doing. going through the motions of an uncomplicated intimacy that celebrimbor had once thought of as genuineâ twisting comfort into something vile, being both the hurt and the balm, constant emotional whiplash in the hopes that it will confuse celebrimbor into slipping up and letting his guard fall đââïž
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism đđŸ you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
