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[maglors-anion-gap]

Sam | he/him | adult

the artist formerly known as tol-himling

AO3: Lorinand_Lost

Bluesky: maglors-anion-gap

Discord: Dwimordene

[starshadeemilyart]

an illustration for my trusted comrade @riding-with-the-wild-hunt

Eärnur and the Witch King from his exquisite fic which you can and should read here (mind tags)

[melians-griddle]

By Fiery Suffering Steel'd (6680 words) by tombombadildo Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, J. R. R. Tolkien's Middle-earth Legendarium & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aragorn (Tolkien)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Aragorn (Tolkien), Original Characters

Additional Tags: Aragorn as Thorongil (Tolkien), Corporal Punishment, Whipping, Whump, Blood and Injury, Non-Consensual Touching, Homophobia, Fist Fights, Power Imbalance, Power Dynamics, Attempted Sexual Assault, Dubious Consent, Rough Oral Sex, Cultural Differences, Stubbornness, Terrible Shipboard Medicine, Elf Culture & Customs, Gondor Culture & Customs (Tolkien), Canon Compliant, Gap Filler, Aragorn Whump (Tolkien), Third Age of Arda (Tolkien), Gondor (Tolkien), impact play? nay this one is impact serious

Summary: Thorongil, a self-willed young ensign aboard the Gondorian ship Nimbrass, is punished for insubordination.

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Did YOU 🫵 feel funny reading about historical naval punishments as a child? Take my hand and enjoy stubborn young Thorongil Era Aragorn being flogged. Heed the tags please.

[nonlynear]

my high horse is actually awesome and fast like the wind

[catilinas]

THIS is shrimpteresting because like. be thingol. you don’t know what an orc is yet. see orcs. think, maybe it’s those other elves? think, probably it’s fine to attack them with weapons. this is followed quite soon by ‘the sindar were well armed, and they drove off all the creatures of evil’ so like. they did do that. me when kin (?) slaying (!) is literally ok i guess

[wordfather]

coming back to life just to have the freakiest sex possible with the guy that killed me

[tolkiensiblingsweek]

Tolkien Siblings Week rides again!

Immeasurably happy to announce that Tolkien Siblings Week, your annual hub for fanworks of all types centered on all sibling sets in all Tolkien works, is returning for its second year in fall of 2026! It will be running from the same dates as last year (November 23rd-29th), and operating on the same guidelines.

In terms of logistics, optional prompts will be released on June 23rd, leaving you a bountiful five months in which to brainstorm and work your creative magic. An ao3 collection will go live in the last few weeks leading up to the event; we ask that if you plan to add to the collection, you hold back on posting your work until then (although sharing previews or snippets is just fine).

Not much to say at the moment beyond that, except that it's great to be back, and we're hoping to welcome many new faces this year among our beloved returners. In the meantime, any burning questions can be sent via the askbox, messages, or in replies. And all reblogs are of course awfully appreciated as we work to get the word out ♡

Much love till the 23rd! We hope you're as excited as we are.

— mod @riding-with-the-wild-hunt

(Banner image by Derek Keats)

[whatisleftofmybrainworms]

Snippet Smonday

i got tagged by @abomination-unto-nuggan on an unfortunately busy day, so here's the beginning of my "maedhros gets an abortion" fic, one day late:

Aredhel's chambers were, as they most often were, empty of all servants. Most of the family would have some handmaiden or footman around, or a cleaner, or whoever else. But Aredhel had loved her privacy since she was old enough to stomp her feet and scream that she wanted the governess out. It was one of the things that made her the most useful conspirator when one had a problem that required discretion. Maedhros, knowing she hated all kinds of formality (especially when they kept people from getting to the point), asked as soon as he entered, “Have you any herbs that can kill a babe?” “Aye,” was her answer as she continued her whittling, sitting at her desk. “Did my brother act recklessly, as is his wont?” “You know enough of procreation to know the blame was not his alone.” In fact, the greater part of it most likely fell on Maedhros's shoulders. He was the one that carelessly assumed that the torments and starvation of Angband, along with the steps he had taken to be a man, had left his womb barren. Alas, no.

and i'll be tagging @irnina, @elronds-library @melestasflight @ladysterndust @annarobots @i-am-a-lonely-visitor @tanoraqui

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

thinking something about annatar as a creation of sauron’s, crafted and tested and prototyped like any other work. cyborg annatar, if you will—a piece pulled from here, a piece from there; smile and arms not his own, eyes from an earlier model. his body is perfect and not quite right because being annatar is not quite right. he is every dead dissected thrall and in angband there are neatly numbered files of notes and sketches for his hair, his teeth, how he would walk, the exact cadence of his voice. a thousand calculations and years of blood went into the curve of his cheek; even his imperfections are precise, minute, terrible: at once the machine and the ghost living in it.

[arofili]

Trans Tolkien Fic Exchange - Interest Check

I (@arofili) am considering running a trans-themed Tolkien fandom fic exchange later this year, and I want to gauge the fandom's interest in

Hello, Tolkien Fandom!

I am considering running a trans-themed Tolkien fandom fic exchange later this year, and I want to gauge the fandom's interest in an event like this! Please give me your honest answers so I can figure out how best to run this :)

Additionally, if you are interested in ANY kind of trans-themed Tolkien event, even if you don't want to participate in a fic exchange style of event, I'd love it if you could take the survey anyway - I have some questions about different kinds of events you might prefer instead.

There are only two required questions, though I'd appreciate if you'd answer the optional ones as well.

You do not have to be trans yourself to take the survey! This event will be focused on trans characters, trans headcanons, and trans themes, but will not be exclusive to trans fans. Cis fans and folks who otherwise don't use the "trans" label are welcome to participate, so long as you are respectful and supportive of trans identities!

Anyone being transphobic regarding this event (or just in general) will be blocked. If this isn't your thing, you can take the survey and answer "no," or else just move on with your life.

[maglors-anion-gap]

📕 please!

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

I have this idea for a Gwindor-centric fic exploring his return to Nargothrond; it's many years old now, and each time I come back to it, I have to rework the way I'm building the politics and relationships between Túrin/Gwindor, Gwindor/Finduilas, the three of them to better align with my changing understanding of the text.

Nargothrond is great for conflict because it simultaneously is this magical untouched deceptively peaceful kingdom ... home to populations who have known war remotely (finrod's people) and recently (orodreth's people) ... could be argued to have greater cultural mixing (noldor, sindar, men) than other noldorin settlements ... but it's built on the forcibly coopted bones of a petty dwarf city. Everyone there acts like the racial/ social politics are ok until something happens to shake things up - and Gwindor returning, severely altered, with a human in tow shakes things up.

Gwindor is not what Finduilas expected, and he doesn't know what to do with her kindness. Finduilas is taken aback by how readily he touches her and takes her back into his bed, especially when despite his enthusiasm he won't let her touch him. Talking would not solve things but not talking is making it worse. Turin and Gwindor do not get along and this gets worse the longer Turin stays. Turin is one of the only people who looks at Gwindor truly without judgement/ preconceived ideas. Gwindor is convinced Turin is going to destroy the city. The weird rebound situationship they had going is less stressful to gwindor than trying to do what finduilas needs while resolutely not communicating his own needs. On bad days, he kind of hates turin for being better than him at all of his old jobs (son in law apparent, warrior, fucking finduilas well).

I also started with the premise of transsexual Gwindor and then layered in some stuff about his time in Angband that give me some pause about writing this fic. It's a logical conclusion one might draw about how Angband sustains its population, and it underpins the Gwindor/finduilas conflict re: sexual availability, but the nearness of it to my absolute worst fear as a trans man is making it difficult to get of the ground.

On the upside there's an orc midwife I've been working on that makes it worth it.

[maglors-anion-gap]

📓

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

I'm going to give Maglor a teratoma.

If you don't know what a teratoma is, it's a tumor that exhibits some odd growth characteristics because it's made of multiple different tissue types - they grow teeth, and hair, etc. Some develop a sort of yolk sac. Fetiform teratomas are thus called because they may appear fetal in shape (ex: bone growth that looks like a spine). It's most common to have an ovarian teratoma, but they form elsewhere too. Teratomas are generally benign but their presence can trigger a form of autoimmune encephalitis. Ideally, if the teratoma is surgically removed, the body doesn't produce more autoantibodies, and the encephalitis resolves. In the mean time, the encephalitis triggers increasingly disregulated behaviors, progressing into nervous system dysfunction and catatonia.

Anyway, Maglor starts to feel rather odd, and the first thing he thinks he's pregnant, likely by Maedhros. And first he's giddy about it, really excited. And then he starts acting odd, secretive, paranoid. I think some strange things begin happening to his fea. And then he becomes truly unwell and takes to bed, seizes intermittently, and runs a temperature high enough he steams when the window is open. Maedhros is convinced the baby is somehow doing this, that he created a baby that is going to kill his brother (no one here knows what a tumor is, or what encephalitis is). And the kicker is that Maedhros knows exactly how to fix this problem - but this is one knife trick he doesn't know. I think he makes Celegorm do it - not because Celegorm is any sort of healer, all he's done is deliver foals, but because this, of course, should be kept in the family. Celegorm wants to know what he should do with the baby. Maedhros says he'll deal with the baby. It's good and bad that all Celegorm finds is a lump of hair and teeth in a watery membrane; it has no fea, thus Maedhros has nothing to kill.

I haven't gotten around to writing it yet because there's a lot that I have to do justice. What is it like to really want a baby and then realize that you're not going to have one (maglor)? What is it like for pregnancy to be your worst nightmare (me)? What if you want the baby but you don't want to feel like this? What is it like for your "pregnancy" to look more like your grandmother's (not good) than your mom's (normal)? What is it like to feel your sense of self and your self control slipping away from you? What is it like to be deprived of your agency in the name of safety? What is it like to be a transsexual in a social hierarchy that very much emphasizes the "correct" roles for men and women, when you're already not being a man correctly by dint of your body, and you can't be a woman correctly either because you produced a tumor instead of a baby. What is hysteria?

[datasupremacy]

Hey, here's a fun new game. Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

[seaemberthesecond]

Something about Gilraen's story perturbs me so much, like it genuinely unsettles me. Her being too young to marry while Arathorn is a stern man of full age. Marrying him anyway in order to, essentially, function as incubator for the line of Isildur and ensure an heir is born. Her being widowed less than five years after her marriage – one of the most abject states for a woman in that time. Forced to live in a strange place far away from her people because that's the only way she can provide for her son.

Even in Rivendell we have indication that she wasn't entirely at ease; she says to Aragorn upon discovering his feelings for Arwen, Therefore I am afraid; for without the good will of Master Elrond the Heirs of Isildur will soon come to an end. But I do not think that you will have the good will of Elrond in this matter. She seems to be very aware that they are entirely at the mercy of Elrond's whim and doesn't want to risk losing his favour.

Before she dies, she says she's aged by care and cannot face the darkness of [their] time, and when Aragorn tries to comfort her and tell her to have hope she replies with one of the saddest lines in the whole legendarium and disappears from the story to die alone.

Like I'm sorry but I worry about her like she's my FRIEND.

[swanmaids]

Thinking again abt edain sex workers developing a kind of cult (in the greco roman sense of the word) around vana and varda. vana as a personification of youth and beauty and varda as an all seeing protectress of those who work frequently by night. swers maybe having little symbols that they wear, like a star shaped amulet or flowers stitched onto clothes, and small altars to vana and varda in their homes. idk is this anything

[lidoshka]

@feanorianweek #5 – Curufin

Ya no hay una lengua de plata

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No more silver tongue

[tollundmen]

glorfindel washing hair. soon after return to middle earth