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Claire Keane
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Jules of Nature
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Three Goblin Art
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@starwalked
gives tauriel a tiny hobbit hug
In which the elf twice a poor hobbit’s size dropped to one knee, happy to accommodate the gesture. Some among her kind might have been taken aback by such physical friendliness, but Tauriel had never been the most conventional among her people.
“I do hope you aren’t being kind because you must tell me that my strawberries in your garden have died.”
If I wrote up a thing about some of my Tolkien OCs and used them to give some tips for other people to create their own OCs based on my experiences, like would anybody read that? Would anybody find that helpful? I have some hobbits and some elves but could probably offer advice on dwarves as well.
you will meet a TALL DARK STRANGER and he will FUCK YOUR SHIT UP. we don’t know why— some kind of cosmic joke. too much of a GOOD THING will SWALLOW YOU WHOLE. now may be a good time to go on a long journey. the STARS think you need to CLEAR YOUR HEAD. the STARS think you need to RUN. ⇢
In case you missed it last night (this morning?) I have returned to this blog in a fit of muse! If you want to hit me up for plotting or anything, please feel free to check out the ask, IMs, or ask for contact info or etc! I won’t be around for a good chunk of the evening for D&D night, but I’ll be back later tonight! :D
pheriannath replied to your post: KICKS DOWN THE DOOR. I’M BACK MOTHERFUCKERS.
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hobbit grandson
KICKS DOWN THE DOOR. I’M BACK MOTHERFUCKERS.
Phantom!
The Opera’s been invaded by a Phantom! The Opera’s been invaded by a ghost! (by a ghost!)
Things that have happened in my absence:
Tried NaNoWriMo
Realized that I was forcing myself to do NaNoWriMo and was miserable with it
Stopped NaNoWriMo
Made a blog for the Phantom of the Opera
Played 4 different routes of Mystic Messenger
Fuck Jumin Han seriously for real just fuck that guy
I’m in sort of a weird spot with my writing atm, since my experience with NaNo brought on a weird existential crisis with my writing where I’ve realized how negative I’ve been about my writing and how it’s sort of soured the experience for me.
I’ve got to find the fun in it again! That’s a mission of mine for now. Trying to find my joy in writing again, find my voice, find the writer I want to be and not just the writer I think is the “ideal writer.”
Thanks for your patience with me! I’m not sure when I’ll be writing here regularly here again, but I’m not dead!
And seriously fuck Jumin Han.
hi I haven’t been here bc OC, Video games, and NaNoWriMo, but would anyone be mad if I posted a poem about my feelings
Pinraneth
Sindarin, noun; [pin-RAH-neth] 1. (lit) small wandering woman; little wandress
I finished a blog setup and a vague NaNoWriMo plot outline in the same night! I am your productivity goals!
I may be a burglar … but I am an honest one, I hope, more or less.
Arwen knew of the envoy being sent from the Woodland Realm, however, she knew not the reason for such summons, nor the formality displayed before her. Though the honorific title and salute were never necessary, they were both APPRECIATED. Her reply was spoken with a kind smile, eyes reflecting stars even in the rising sun that radiated so vibrantly against the fiery hair of the elleth before her.
“Captain, please, there is no need to BOW. I hope your journey was well?”
“Yes my lady, I had safe passage through the mountains and little trouble beforehand.” Speaking to nobility from beyond her homeland sent pinpricks of anxiety down her spine. The King knew well of her struggle with tact and social graces, and overlooked it for the sake of her other skills. None here would show her such mercy. If she managed to offend someone, it would reflect on her entire kingdom, on the very king who sent her on his behalf.
Facing the one they called Evenstar, she halfheartedly wished she’d been sent after orcs instead.
“Forgive me, I know few details about the reason for our meeting, though your kin’s gift of foresight was mentioned to me. My King could not leave the forest unprotected, he sends his regrets.” He didn’t, not explicitly, but she thought it best to add that in for diplomacy’s sake.
It has been a long time since he had been given the honour of inviting a friend from ( relatively ) faraway lands––– other than Legolas, that is. He has ever been a frequent guest here in comparison to many who have visited more than once. Tauriel is a new face here though, and that brings excitement all on its own which Elladan cannot even begin to put into words. He feels like a giddy child, jittery all in his own way should he let himself be. Succumbing to it would result in twiddling fingers and tapping feet, however, which he cannot allow when presenting himself to the figure behind the door now steadily opening.
The expectant though timid smile resting on his lips bursts into a fully fledged, teeth-baring grin. Even to a mind as insensitive to time as his, it has been too long since they had last met–––––– prior to the EXILE that allowed her presence here. Perhaps, in the end, it will grant her a more worthy purpose than what he knows of her last one ( which, admittedly, is rather little indeed ).
Not much thought is spared on the almost distant past though. The present is much too enticing and Elladan cannot wait to turn the now in a memorable occasion for Tauriel to reminisce on fondly in the future. ❝ The pleasure is all mine! It so gladdens me to finally have you here, ❞ and it takes no genius to realise that the very same applies to her. Her JOY proves contagious within seconds, thus even in returning the usually composed gesture he cannot subdue his boundless smile. It persists and persists without relent, and so he relinquishes his struggle against it and instead gestures for the outside once he has straightened himself out again. ❝ Come, come! We are to dine soon, but let us first walk around a little–––––– if your possibly travel-weary feet allow it, at least? ❞
She could’ve laughed at the notion of being too weary to explore the valley she’d been so anxious to see. The younger elf nearly floated out of the chamber deemed hers, breathing in the cool night air with vigor. This open space felt so wide endless! With a heart as light as hers, Tauriel wondered if a strong wind would sweep her away to the very stars above.
“You’ll find no weariness here, I feel I could walk another thousand miles!” There would be no stillness now, the spirited elf ever in motion and looking in all directions. Oh, but she was a child again, the wisp of a bare-footed elfling climbing trees with leaves and twigs in her hair, every heartbeat of wide-eyed wonder felt just the same as then. Seeing constellations glittering above her for the first time.
Though it seemed mention of dining amongst the fair and noble caught her a moment too late, pressing a twinge of trepidation into her chest. Even if she hadn’t traveled so lightly, nothing she had ever owned would match the finery of this company.
Her preference for tunics and trousers over frocks and dresses was uncommon even among her own folk.
“I fear I’ll stand out rather plainly at dinner.” She offered with a rueful smile, gesturing vaguely to her attire as a whole. “Your family hosts travelers often, do they not? I hope I will not be the least mannered they’ve seen.”
callout post for @burglarybusiness who is too precious for this world
stop that
stop being cute
me for like a year: for NaNoWriMo, I'm going to write beauty and the beast but with lesbians
me now that NaNoWriMo is almost here: ... okay but how
me in august: okay, NaNoWriMo is definitely not gonna sneak up on me this year. I'm going to be prepared as FUCK. I've got this in the bag, I'm gonna plan so hard.
me, realizing it is suddenly october: FUCK
