for alive you will evermore be

o, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow! tolkien oc 18+ roleplay blog

[gatheringrust]

a wandering junk dealer with a limp, a cart full of relics from another time, and no real destination.

rani (short for ranyasúre) has been wandering the western realms for about as long as there has been a western realm. a former thrall of angband. a comedienne. helpful only in the most roundabout of ways, likely to stay only if you offer her a drink.

she is not responsible for the things @ossoraca says when she is not there.

an 18+ only tumblr roleplay blog. side blog for gwindor is over at @asfreshfallensnow , multi @lumecalar . queer, trans, and poc inclusive space, bigots will be blocked. read the about before interacting! unless specified all asks will be answered for rani.

[bouncingbeleg]

rani in b4 🥺💞💕💗💖💓 (*~* )

let me dress your doll!

just a tired lil Rani 💕💕💕

[gatheringrust]

( console ) : one muse finds the other sobbing uncontrollably - @honeyedstxrlight

@honeyedstxrlight

What mercy there was left in Rani, she swore she had lost somewhere below, in the deeper places of the world. What was there to weep for after all she had seen and all that she had felt? There, at the mouth of the Sirion, she let herself wait, and grieve, and feel, at times, though mostly, Rani spent her days mending small fishing boat's pieces-- springs and mechanisms, hinges and winches and compasses and astrolabes. She could still fine tune them with dexterity and would not let herself be useless. What little there was of her hours waking and free of work, she spent beside cool, quiet water.

Starlight had turned its reel in the sky above, and Ranyasúre set aside the tools of her trade, and walked, on her new cane that she had not yet altogether grown used to, into the forest. The river was a good companion in silence, and she liked to spend such hours in contemplation of her kinsmen. Those who were yet beneath the mountain and those who had perished in flame and blood alike, she paid thought to. Yet within moments of her settling beside the banks, Rani realized she was not alone. There was a thin sound, that of tears and shaking breath, and for all that she considered her mercy spent, still Rani rose with her tilting step, and searched for the source of it.

Auriel.

Rani had met her long ago, when her friendship with the girl's brother was still new, and had long been parted from her friend by Gondolin's walls and the many sorrows of the great war upon Morgoth, but the amber of her hair was unmistakable even by dusk's dim light. Ranyasúre lowered herself to her side, the thicket and wildflowers of southern summer soft beneath her good knee, and her bad one stretched out before her. Would an embrace suffice? They knew the same grief, in the end, Rani suspected. A brother was a terrible thing to lose. With dark eyes still and calm, she watched Auriel for a few moments.

"I suspect there is little I can say to mend this." She fussed with a loose strand of her still stringy dark hair; it was growing back in uneven patches and clumps after her slow recovery from thralldom. "It always helped me-- or helps me, now, at least, I suppose-- to remember that my brother is still under the same stars and moon and sun now as I am. Yours is no different in that. No darkness can take that from you."

[jerreeeeeee]

not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally

[jerreeeeeee]

what mutual is prev

my liege lord

my loyal knight

my wise wizard

my evil advisor

my brother in arms

my lady muse

my wild mermaid friend

my fellow alchemist

my dashing rapscallion

my monstrous foe

Remaining time: 2 days 30 minutes

[junimorpmemes]

lgbtqa+ headcanon meme

Because for some reason I haven’t found many of these floating around!

1. What gender identity does your muse identify as?

2. What sexuality does your muse identify as?

3. What is your muse’s romantic orientation?

4. Is your muse out or no? Do they intend to come out?

5. How did people generally react to your muse coming out?

6. Is your muse full of pride? (meaning, do they wear pride pins or shirts, proudly express themselves? Or nah?)

7. If your muse isn’t canonically lgbtqa+, what made you decide to change this? Alternatively for ocs, why’d you decide to create them this way?

8. Has your muse experienced discrimination for their orientations?

9. Has has your muse’s identity evolved to what it is now?

10. Do they dress more feminine, masculine, or androgynous?

11. If under the trans umbrella, have they transitioned at all? Do they plan to?

12. Who was your muse’s first crush?

13. How did they come to realize their identity? Was it early on in life or later on?

14. Has your muse ever secretly dated someone because they were afraid of what other people might think?

15. Has your muse ever dated someone they weren’t attracted to just to get people to be less “suspicious”?

16. Have they ever been to a pride parade/festival? Did they enjoy it?

17. Were there any people or characters when your muse was young that seemed to influence their identity?

18. How did they react to discovering their own identity?

19. Was there an “aha!” moment, or was it a more gradual discovery? Did anyone help them discover their identity?

20. Does your muse fall any of the “stereotypes”?

[gatheringrust]

wrong blog but Rani and Mablung baby

heather hits me with bats i see

• Name: lasselithil (leaf moon… i am not great at names!)

• Gender: a boy for them!

• General Appearance: i think he is probably quite a small and round child — shoots up around age 40ish. dark brown waves and brown eyes (beautiful! chef kiss!) and a complexion in the medium olive range. i think the bone structure is gonna be more like mablung’s— a larger nose and squarer jaw— but i like to think he’s got rani’s bigger deep eyes.

• Personality: a goof. a huge goof to me. i think he inherits rani’s ability to take any serious situation and defuse it with comedy but also takes genuine joy in some mild hijinks and whimsy. probably introverted. i do think he’s a jock in a way more open way than his mother. rani is a former jock lest we forget… probably very adventurous and an explorer! a big tree climber, methinks.

• Special Talents: i like to think he’d have a fidgety hand with objects like rani. that she’d train him young in stuff like making jewelry or carving or smithing— but i do think he’d end up with a better grasp on tools and weapon crafting. perhaps glaives and lances would be his area? but i can see him as a javelin guy and a big outdoorsman. perhaps fishing…

• Who they like better: probably mablung

• Who they take after more: possibly possibly rani

• Personal Head canon: this is one of those kids whose food is everywhere but the plate. to me. a disaster!

• Face Claim: louis garrel

[thegardenof-eden-deactivated201]

If they had a kid meme

[fortheaskbox]

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name:

Gender:

General Appearance:

Personality:

Special Talents:

Who they like better:

Who they take after more:

Personal Head canon:

Face Claim:

[garashir]

hey friends where is that picture of boromir with the gondor flag except its a pride flag?

[lesbiansforboromir]

Couldn’t find it so I made another because you’re right that it’s a crime and it’s definitely my duty to remedy it

[menelvagor]

from don marshall's instagram

[tigrx-archive]

Submit a sex dream your character has had about mine.

[gatheringrust]

(Annatar) i used to be delicate. i was delightful. i was a goddamn flower! i smelled like roses and the sunshine shone out of my ass.

Ranyasúre was not sure at which point the entity — Gorthaur, she heard him called, but here, all facts and thoughts jumbled together like grains of rice tossed into sand— had begun conversing with his subject. Disembodied, she had accepted herself as the subject. But he had.

Apparently some loveliness that he had once possessed, was now forsaken. Humorless and sedated, she squinted once again into the lights.

“Your ass?”

[jenny-holzer]

[mcflymemes]

THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL (2017) PROMPTS *  lines collected and graciously given to me by user schattenwerfenkeineschatten and hosted on this blog, adjust as necessary

this was a magical place where the butter was beautiful and i would solve mysteries of the universe and meet brilliant women, kindred spirits who would explore this brave new world with me.

my mother fainted, then called four people, then fainted again.

i hate you for this.

why are you in pain?

never listen to me. i'm nuts.

disgraceful.

i just want her to be happy. it's easier to be happy when you're pretty.

how long are you going to be doing this, running around at night, taking money from strangers like a schnorrer?

just because there is a door doesn’t mean you use it. a door does not represent infinite possibilities.

you’re not mad? or stunned? not even mildly bemused?

it’s downtown. if you have underwear on, you’re overdressed.

a starving artist never pays.

i have to go. i have to leave. you. i have to leave you.

i'm... i'm... i'm not happy.

nobody's happy. it's yom kippur!

practice a little. try it again when you feel more confident about the moves.

i thought my life was going to be something different. i thought i was going to be someone different.

did you ever think you were supposed to be something and you suddenly realize you’re not?

i’m a con now. i’ve got a rap sheet. i’m hard. i’m a hard, used woman.

is my hair gray? it feels gray.

look at all the people. they look so happy. are they high?

did you notice i’m not wearing my own shoes? i’m not. don’t know what happened, either. now I’m just a single, gray-haired ex-con drinking hooch and eating old nuts in someone else’s shoes.

tonight was an isolated incident. there are medications i can take to make sure that never happens again.

i don’t mind being alone. i just do not want to be insignificant.

you’re not my wife.

it’s a terrible, terrible job. it should not exist. like cancer, or god.

i’m not gonna say no to you. not after i saw what you’re capable of.

[name] probably loved that first wife of his, and then she went nuts and burned the house down.

you want a smack in the face?

oh, there was crying. so much crying. a good 40 to 50 minutes of crying.

please, just stop talking.

i’m not talking. you’re not talking, either. quiet’s nice sometimes...

it didn’t work. it’s nobody’s fault. xometimes these things happen, okay? people with the best of intentions just grow apart.

hmm, do i want some iced tea? let me think... fuck you.

first you stand me up. then you bataan death march me through buckingham palace. you make me hold your kid’s filthy hand, which means i probably got 14 different kinds of cholera right now.

are those two really your children or did we just break in and kidnap a couple kids?

for one moment, i said and did things that i’ve never done or said before. but that is all a complete blur to me now. i don’t know how i got there. I wouldn’t know how to get there again.

i am not a violent man, [name]. but if i were, i would take you up to my apartment and throw you out the window.

do you know why I’m not throwing you out this window? because my window is on a higher floor and i want to make sure it sticks.

no. you do not call me [name]. you call me nothing. you don’t talk to me or look at me. if you see me on the street, you will cross the street, whether or not there is a crosswalk present. your pedestrian safety is of no importance to me anymore.

it’s the bras, right? it’s the bras. and the girdles and the corsets, all designed to cut off the circulation to your brain. so, you walk around on the verge of passing out and you look at your husband and he tells you things and you just believe them!

i used to be delicate. i was delightful. i was a goddamn flower! i smelled like roses and the sunshine shone out of my ass.

i know i must seem a bit angry and deranged to you all right now... and i am.

i’ll admit, i would like to repeatedly kick every man here in the balls over the course of the next several hours. i won’t, though. i am still a lady. and a lady never kicks men repeatedly in the balls for more than 20, 30 minutes tops. because then her girdles start to draw blood.

worst part was the blood. it was everywhere. on the walls, on the floor. i mean, look at this! he was like a fire hydrant. and I love this top...

yeah, i called her and it was awful. i mean, i forgot my own name. how the hell does that happen?

she was spinning webs around me, man. she was like an evil web-spinning spider death sorceress.

[ossoraca]

Whilst some husbands who had a stick up their arses might have a problem with their wives going out drinking at all hours, Aicarmo did not. Rani was old enough to know the consequences for returning too late. Currently he was sitting by the fire and doing some woodcarving before bed, listening for the sound of her cane. There it was, and her voice too. Who was she talking to? Aicarmo set his work down and stood up, prepared to shout and whoever was bothering his wife. That was the only explanation he could think of.

@thegreatstrongbow

[thegreatstrongbow]

"Yes, I should ever much like to meet him."

Beleg tried to recall what else he knew about her husband: tall, yellow-haired... no, that was all, and he wasn't sure being drunk was an excuse.

"Maybe I'll come inside and say hello." And inevitably pass out on their floor, but he was sure Rani wouldn't mind.

@gatheringrust

[gatheringrust]

“He’s not very friendly.”

Rani said this more like she was talking about a pet hound who was not partial to strangers, than perhaps she would’ve if she was talking about her husband. “But he might like you. Also! You can rest in our living room, if you wish. We have some very nice furs.” She stretched and led the way towards the front door.

[ossoraca]

The front door opened before anyone could knock and a very unfriendly looking Aicarmo stood there with his arms folded. Not registering at first who it was who Rani was with, he moved out with one arm in front of her as if to protect her, and then glared angrily.

"Who are you and what are y- Beleg?" The glare turned into extreme confusion.

@thegreatstrongbow

[thegreatstrongbow]

“Oh, I’m friendly enough for both of– Aicarmo?”

Beleg froze. There was no way. It was simply not possible that the strange and yellow-haired husband Rani had told him all about, was the same boy he had taught to wield a bow. Those were two separate worlds: his first life and his second. It should not be possible for them to intertwine.

“You’re kidding?”

@gatheringrust

[gatheringrust]

Rani wiggled under Aicarmo’s arm, annoyed by the overprotective movement he made between her and her friend. That was when she realized— they were gawking at one another.

Something then clicked in Rani’s mind. Aicarmo had mentioned Beleg long ago, but she had thought— surely not the same fellow, upon meeting him. Her friend Beleg was not the Beleg her husband had known as a child. Obviously.

Apparently she had been sorely mistaken.

“Aicarmo, this is my friend Beleg. Beleg, this is my husband Aicarmo. The blond and badly behaved one I told you about.” She cleared her throat. Did Beleg think this was some sort of prank?

“I assure you we are very married!” she said, only slightly annoyed, and clearly trying to make sense of this.

@ossoraca

[ossoraca]

Whilst some husbands who had a stick up their arses might have a problem with their wives going out drinking at all hours, Aicarmo did not. Rani was old enough to know the consequences for returning too late. Currently he was sitting by the fire and doing some woodcarving before bed, listening for the sound of her cane. There it was, and her voice too. Who was she talking to? Aicarmo set his work down and stood up, prepared to shout and whoever was bothering his wife. That was the only explanation he could think of.

@thegreatstrongbow

[thegreatstrongbow]

"Yes, I should ever much like to meet him."

Beleg tried to recall what else he knew about her husband: tall, yellow-haired... no, that was all, and he wasn't sure being drunk was an excuse.

"Maybe I'll come inside and say hello." And inevitably pass out on their floor, but he was sure Rani wouldn't mind.

@gatheringrust

[gatheringrust]

“He’s not very friendly.”

Rani said this more like she was talking about a pet hound who was not partial to strangers, than perhaps she would’ve if she was talking about her husband. “But he might like you. Also! You can rest in our living room, if you wish. We have some very nice furs.” She stretched and led the way towards the front door.

[kat3xists]

happy pride month to butch knights and femme maidens

[iliothermia]

Since it's Jewish American Heritage Month I'm sharing some of my favorite pieces connected to my culture 🫣 I love being on here n I love sharing my world with you and I'm lucky y'all enjoy my world too ❤️