⊱ j e w e l s m i t h ⊰

Cᴇʟᴇʙʀɪᴍʙᴏʀ ᴏғ Eʀᴇɢɪᴏɴ ﴾20﴿ ﴾ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ʀᴘ﴿ ﴾ɴᴏɴ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ﴿

[silvermirdan-blog]

"Hey, you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" //Hello

Celebrimbor furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of the other, studying his face with a perplexed expression. “I’m not…sure we’ve met? What is your name?”

[littlexflame-deactivated2020070]

“I am Tyelperinquar. And you are?” He was curious about the other elf. He could have sworn he had met the ellon before but he couldn’t remember where.

[silvermirdan-blog]

The elf’s brows rose marginally when the other gave his name, and he rolled it off his tongue in return. “Tyelperinquar,” he murmured, “my name is Celebrimbor.”

[silvermirdan-blog]

"Hey, you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" //Hello

Celebrimbor furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of the other, studying his face with a perplexed expression. “I’m not...sure we’ve met? What is your name?”

[silvermirdan-blog]

"And what if the void is not as void as we thought?"

The smith stared down into his goblet for a moment, thinking on that question as he studied the reflection of the dark liquid. “And what if it is?” he responded, a distant nonchalance in his voice. “Which would you fear more?”

[silvermirdan-blog]

“Don’t pretend to understand,” he almost growled, getting dangerously close to his daughter. “Don’t try to tell me that your life is oh so difficult. You’re spoiled rotten, Losirdan, and I won’t hear another word about it.”

[daughterofsilvers-moved-blog]

Lossë flinched back. “Oh course father,” she murmured, looking down at her feet. “And I am grateful.”

[silvermirdan-blog]

“Good. That is what I like to hear,” he replied curtly, standing up straight again. “You have nothing to complain about, do you?” He let go of her wrist he had been holding, tightly enough to leave bruises on her skin. “Because you know what will happen if you misbehave around our guest, do you not?”

[silvermirdan-blog]

daughterofsilvers "Don't pretend to understand," he almost growled, getting dangerously close to his daughter. "Don't try to tell me that your life is oh so difficult. You're spoiled rotten, Losirdan, and I won't hear another word about it."

[annatarlordofgifts]

∂αякεηε∂ нεαят

Dark!Celebrimbor

closed starter for silvermirdan

Annatar smiled at the elf. “Power. You crave it too.”

[silvermirdan-blog]

Celebrimbor gave Annatar a look of nonchalance, and he took a sip of his wine. "I don't crave it," he responded curtly, "I have it. You crave it, and you have come to me to help you gain it."

[annatarlordofgifts]

Annatar grinned and followed after him. “A pleasant surprise,” he said, once inside the room. Then he grabbed Celebrimbor and pushed him against the wall, biting at his neck. “You may want to lock the door.”

[silvermirdan-blog]

Celebrimbor leaned his head back against the wall, letting out a low groan as the Maia bit his neck. His hand scrabbled against the wall, feeling out the doorframe and then the handle, turning the lock quickly and then grabbing Annatar’s hip.

[annatarlordofgifts]

“Why the rush?” Annatar asked, “Don’t you ever take things slow?” 

His nimble fingers ran down Celebrimbor’s sides, tickling him before snaking around to his backside and pinching him hard.

[silvermirdan-blog]

"Yes," he replied, "but not when I'm desperate." At the pinch to his backside he bucked his hips, and in one swift motion, flipped the two of them so Annatar's back was to the wall. "Don't make me wait," he snarled, running one hand down his chest and pulling at his robes.

[xx0nyctophilia0xx-deactivated20]

Send "Flesh" for my muses reaction to your muse pushing them up against a wall and biting their neck

[silvermirdan-blog]

annatarlordofgifts:

Annatar grinned and followed after him. “A pleasant surprise,” he said, once inside the room. Then he grabbed Celebrimbor and pushed him against the wall, biting at his neck. “You may want to lock the door.”

Celebrimbor leaned his head back against the wall, letting out a low groan as the Maia bit his neck. His hand scrabbled against the wall, feeling out the doorframe and then the handle, turning the lock quickly and then grabbing Annatar’s hip.

[erynaran]

necessary explanation on why i generally can’t/don’t rp with oc family members;;

         my muse’s history and life experiences.

   they change drastically if a character is introduced in my muse’s main verse who they    are supposed to be related to, & it’s hell to attempt to rework the entire backstory of my    muse to  accommodate  a child or a  sibling etc.  that isn’t  generally there.  au’s might    better fit an oc into play,  but rarely am i comfortable reworking the history of my muse    to fit someone my muse  technically knows nothing  about. they are supposed to share    history   and   past   knowledge   and    experiences   and   i    just   can’t   rework   that.

         i in no way do this against the idea of oc’s, or even oc family members.          i  respect  your  character and  what  you do,  but  i cannot  comfortably          rewrite my own muse’s history.

[silvermirdan-blog]

annatarlordofgifts:

silvermirdan said:

*grabs and kisses roughly*

Annatar grunted with surprise, but quickly kissed him back.

❝You. With me. Now,❞ he breathed, tugging on the Maia’s collar as he kissed him again. Pulling away, he darted into a room just a couple paces down the hall, beckoning Annatar to follow.

[finarfiniel]

“I made this for you.” //i'm so sorry??

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’!

Galadriel took the offered parcel in gentle hands, her gaze settling on his face- curious, searching, until she went to pull away the wrappings of his gift. She was, as always, unable to sate her curiosity for very long.

When the stone was revealed her breath caught, and her slender fingers moved to brush tenderly over the glinting emerald surface, her eyes enraptured by the way the sunlight filtered through his masterpiece.

❛❛Tyelpë, you have outdone yourself.❜❜

[silvermirdan-blog]

Celebrimbor searched her features as she began to unwrap his gift, less to look for judgement in her eyes, and more in hopes that the glistening stone inside might further illuminate her beauty. As she pulled away the last bit of the fabric coverings, his gaze flickered to the way she caressed the stone, and then swiftly back up to her face.

❝Crafted by naught but my own hand, I did my best to bring forth something flawless by your standards. You’re pleased, I hope?❞

[textsfromsauron]

sent to: Celebrimbor 

[03:35:54AM] Any idea where the spare platinum went? [03:35:59AM] thought i left it at the bench

received from: Celebrimbor

[03:37:08AM] I moved it. You can have it tomorrow after you rest [03:37:21AM] I haven’t seen you sleep all week.

sent to: Celebrimbor

[03:37:55AM] it’s been three weeks, actually [03:38:03AM] i’m just good at faking it when you come over

received from: Celebrimbor

[03:38:24AM] … where did you say you were from again?

[annatarlordofgifts]

silvermirdan

[erynaran]

hiatus ;-;

so i’m not allowed to bring my laptop on this trip, so i’m gonna be on hiatus from (today) 21st-30th of august, i think. maybe the 31st.

[silvermirdan-blog]

annatarlordofgifts:

— Closed starter for silvermirdan

“Don’t you know? You’re the gang’s pet.”

❝I’m not a fucking pet,❞ he snarled, hands balling into fists at his sides. ❝I’m not to be passed around or used and abused like this and I’m done.❞

[silvermirdan-blog]

[text] you've been naughty, I'm going to punish you.

[text] what?

[text] if you’re trying to be sexy it isn’t working

[silvermirdan-blog]

annatarlordofgifts:

Annatar grabbed him, gathering him in his arms and holding him to his chest. “Bed time,” he said, depositing him into bed, then curling around him.

He let Annatar pick him up with a soft sigh, positioning himself comfortably once he was set down. ❝Are you feeling okay?❞ he asked quietly, testing the waters again.

[silvermirdan-moved]

// *puts flower crown on Tyelpe and scurries away* //

“I…don’t understand what the flowers are for.”

“However, they do match my eyes, and I appreciate that.”