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[consumerorstars]

art of @glirdishlotr ‘s emma (+ stupid Legolas/Faramir doodles <3) of tfoi

this is how i picture her :) if i got anything wrong, please tell me! i will fix it.

i’m still learning, so forgive the rendering lol

thank you so much for letting me draw her this was so much fun!

[glirdishlotr]

Hi everyone :(

Just popping in to say I'm dealing with some health problems, which is why I haven't been active or able to update 😢

Chapter 36 is coming. In just a few days, not today. And yes, the thing I've been waiting on for a long time finally happens. Saying nothing else 👀

Thank you so much for all the messages you've been leaving me, they made me really happy and I'll answer every one of them as soon as I have a moment.

Hugs, and thank you for walking with Emma this far 💚

Fanart of Emma by @consumerorstars, whose work I absolutely love ♥

[neptuenery]

@glirdishlotr i have succeeded in what has been surprisingly not the most ambitious thing i’ve ever done.

the sound of a printer is white noise to me. i have explored its innards in a fashion that no layperson should, my hands emerging tainted.

ok enough with the dramatics. i did it!!!!

i am going to annotate this work of art like i did for Macbeth and Frankenstein. because i do consider this to be a masterpiece worth the same kind of thoughtful analysis.

see you in four weeks!!

[cherrylovercl]

(Fake) Collab with @theanimetrope2023 !

[peachyho]

The Fall of Icarus I

⦿ pairing: Heeseung x Reader

⦿ genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers to enemies, mages

⦿ word count: 1.2k

⦿ warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, magic

⦿ summary: Icarus laughed as he fell.

Next ➸

"With this oath, I swear that we shall never harm each other as long as we both shall live." You pricked your finger with an engraved pin, symbols glowing red as they made contact with your blood. You winced at the pain, holding the pin out to Heeseung.

"Nothing shall break this bond, and it shall stand until the end of time," he said, nerves making him breathless as he took the pin from you, pricking his own finger. The symbols changed colour, glowing a deep blue as the two of you sat cross legged in front of each other. You had found the spell book hidden under your mothers straw mattress, and in your 7 years of wisdom, it seemed as if it was the most brilliant idea.

The two of you held your bleeding fingers over the pot of herbs resting over the fire pit. With a countdown, the two of you squeezed the blood off, watching as it sizzled when meeting the red hot metal. You watched for a small moment, waiting for something more to happen.

"Do... Do you think it worked?" Heeseung asked, voice small and unsure.

"Only one way to find out?" You replied, handing Heeseung the small paring knife and holding out your other hand. His eyes went wide as he took it, holding your outstretched hand and looking at you as if to say 'are you sure?'. You nodded, taking in a deep breath and closing your eyes, bracing for the pain. All you heard was metal shattering, and you opened one eye to look at Heeseungs amazed expression and the broken blade scattering the floor.

The two of you couldn't stop laughing, hugging and shaking each other in astonishment. The glee in his eyes was reflected in your own, and the two of you spent the night testing it just to see if it was a once off, smiles of joy never wavering.

—

The room was pitch black, save for the candles flickering on top of the grand piano. It had gone dusty from disuse, and the smell of rot and damp burned the noses of anyone who dared set foot. A lone man sat in the corner, glass of whisky in hand as he stared into space, the memory leaving as sudden as it had came. It hurt his heart in a way far too familiar for his liking, and he tried his best to push the feeling aside, drinking the rest of the alcohol in one gulp, ignoring the burn in his throat. It hadn't been enough to placate him.

His other hand was playing with his necklace, the cold iron burning into his skin, branding him under its touch. He ought to rip it off, throw it into a fire and watch as it melted down into nothing. Yet every time he tried, something was stopping him, his fingers instead going to open the delicate locket and looking at the pair of you, as if no harm would ever fall upon you. Gods he wanted to go back to those days so desperately, wanted to just hold you again as a teen who didn't know any of the worlds hardships either than hunger and cold. But he was 400 years too late for that.

The candles on the piano were starting to burn out now, only two left to flicker in the darkness. He risked a glimpse at his index finger, watching as the candlelight made the pinprick scar dance in shadows. He absentmindedly ran his thumb over it, standing from the chair tucked into the corner before waving his hand, the remaining fire going out. It had been too long a day for him, and the effects were beginning to drag him down. This house was far to large for a sole person, the emptiness always present on the edges of his mind. It was never meant to be just him, just Heeseung in the house he had built for the two of you.

His room was filled with mage books, incantations, scrolls and barely any space for himself on the bed. Another wave of his hand, and the fireplace burst into action, crackling bursting through the silence like a bomb. A particularly loud snap of a branch makes Heeseung flinch, bare feet padding against the plush carpet towards the small bare patch on the bed. Gods, his eyes were unbelievably tired. Even his thoughts began to slur as he got closer to the bed, not bothering to change from his midnight coloured button up and slacks as he threw himself onto it, scrolls jumping about with the movement. A book was digging uncomfortably into his ribs but he couldn't find the effort to move it, simply letting it press into his skin while he drifted off far too quickly than is considered healthy.

—

"Cmon Heeseung, what could be the harm? It's just a town fair, there'll be travelers and merchants!" You laughed out, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the door. He couldn't help but return the grin, eyes still shut over with tiredness.

"If you insist my little mage," His eyes shone with affection as he let himself get dragged along, barely managing to get his overcoat and scarf as you pulled him into the snow, laughing and playing in it all. The two of you hadn't been able to part from each other since your bond was made 12 years ago, growing and learning with each other. You learned spells together, learned potions and wand craft with each other. You had learned each other now.

He watched as you dragged him from stall to stall, passing vendors and food stalls. He laughed at the way you started shaking with excitement when you found a mages stall who had more volumes of books than you had ever seen. He let you pile up book upon book in his arms, adding in his own every now and then until the pile was getting far too much to carry. You split the pile between you as you walked back to the cabin far secluded from everyone. He tried not to make it too obvious, but the way Heeseung kept pushing himself into your side made you laugh with glee, kicking at his ankles every now and then.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, each scanning their own pile of books for something worth interest. Heeseung couldn’t help but steal glances at you, softly lit from the small fire in the centre of the cabin, hair looking like it was in a halo of fire. It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.

"Heeseung! Look at this one!" You urge him over, not even looking up from the tome in front of you. He sat himself behind you, resting his head on your shoulder with a hum of curiosity. You turned, kissing his cheek with a small smile before pointing out the spell to him. It took him a moment to register what he was reading, but when he did, he all but screamed in excitement, planting a giant sloppy kiss on your neck, arms wrapping around and squeezing you with a laugh.

"I can't believe it! You found it! Gods, I love you my little mage!" The two of you couldn't stop laughing, utter delight seeping through every pore. Finally.

[whileconfettifalls]

Dear Ellie,

I’m not sending you a letter, that would be odd. An email will work for now.

Is it weird that I talk to you in my head a few times? And by a few times, I really mean when I finish a book (sometimes, mid-read) or a movie; when I caught myself looking at my art through your eyes or even when I’m wondering what you are up to at Grenell.

One could easily think this is because I miss talking (writing) to you. And that would be...

correct.

Aster

Dear Aster,

I don’t distrust the American postal service, but I’m glad we can be a bit more time-efficient than it.

Yes, it is weird.

On a totally different topic, would you believe I might have a note on my phone with a few topics I’m curious about your opinion?

Ellie.

Dear Ellie,

The new accompanist is... fine, my dad agreed. Is this the feeling you left behind on everyone who gets to know you?

Aster

Dear Aster,

I’m glad I’m such a topic that put together fathers and daughters across the nation.

I’m feeling betrayed at the idea that Grenell would have enough to fill my mind and not wander back to Squahamish. This is not the case.

Ellie.

Dear Ellie,

I’m afraid your career as a family mediator is quite short.

Did I traumatize you about quotes? Can you assure me I’m not talking to Paul?

Aster

Dear Aster,

I’m learning to rely on my words and

...

identity.

Isn’t it bold?

Ellie.

Dear Ellie,

I think this is peak “the boldest you can make”. Can I plagiarize for a bit more? I need a couple more time to be sure. Maybe even, so sure.

Aster

Dear Aster,

Take all the time you need, I’m glad we won’t tire the postman.

Ellie.

Dear Ellie,

Can I send you a small list of things I’m sure about?

Yakut is so good.

Audrey is the best Hepburn.

Taco sausage is delicious.

I’m glad we’re talking again.

Aster

Dear Aster,

Three out four times we agreed. But good doesn’t come any close of the right definition for Yakut.

I used to wait for the notifications of GhostMessage. Such a Pavlovian response to these small sounds. Now, the mail app’s faintest “ding” brings me back to the booth.

Ellie.

Dear Ellie,

Positive reinforcement is the proven best way to conditioning. I now smile every email notification, but unfortunately, spam exists.

Aster

(...)

[alleiradayne]

Another update

After having stepped away from what I had already written with The Flight of Icarus well over a year ago, I finished the outline over the summer with the expert help of @amanda-teaches and @atc74. Now that I’m revisiting everything that I had written prior to finishing the outline, I’m surprised to see I’m a little further along than I thought.

Act I first draft is nearly finished. I’m writing the last chapter to get it out of my head so I can switch to The Rising of The Dawn headspace. Total word count so far for Flight of Icarus:

30,674

Anticipating this length for each act, at five acts, this story will be pushing upwards of 150k, easily. I cannot wait to write the rest of this beast and share it.

[glirdishlotr]

Today I don't have a happy update to share because I've been feeling a little discouraged🙁

A few personal things have made it hard to move forward with the next chapter, and the fear of the blank page is still very much there.

I write, delete, and write again. I make coffee. I reread the parts of The Return of the King I need. I put on music. I close Google Docs, convinced that if I come back later, something better will come.

Today I came up with a scene that fit perfectly and solved an inconsistency I've been worrying about for weeks. I was so excited that I sent myself a voice note on WhatsApp... only to get home and discover two more plot holes waiting for me.

Tomorrow is my writing workshop, and I know it'll give me the push I need. My goal is to bring you a Chapter 34 that's worthy of the kindness, excitement, and love you've shown this story.

There may not be many of you reading, but you are the best readers I could ask for❤️

Hugs<3