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Of this type of character, who is your favorite example?
Goro Majima from the Yakuza series
Android 17 from Dragon Ball Z
Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist
Maximilion Pegasus from the Yu-Gi-Oh! series
The Joker from the Batman franchise
Lord Shen from Kung Fu Panda 2
Tharanduil from the Hobbit series
Ghirahim from the Legend of Zelda series
Mettaton from Undertale
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I just want to say I am always blown away with how much love and inspiration @tharanduil puts into her writing- but especially Thrandy. You really see how much love and care and thought gets put into him, from his backstory, to his family, to his interactions with others. Sandra really has an innate ability to make him fit in anywhere, in many verses, and it’s always a treat and so fascinating to read all the different things she writes with him, whether as a king, or a vampire, or a corrupted elf, or a father- her writing is so phenomenal that to have her on the dash is such a gift, and after almost seven(!) years, she is still here loving him and gracing our presence with her wonderful self. I am so thankful for that and can’t wait to see more, for many more years to come.
Another thing that I think definitely deserves mentioning is her interpretation of the Elvenqueen. Phayakěmě is so well thought out and her story woven with Thranduil’s where she is still her own person, with her own thoughts and feelings and choices in life and not only the wife of Thranduil and the mother of Legolas. She makes the decision to stay as a spirit and give presence to her family and kingdom and it’s such a unique and original take that I truly, absolutely adore. I love that she still plays a part in their lives and really, truly feels like she’s plucked from tolkien’s mind- but lbr, Sandra writes her better than he ever could, and took the title and ran with it and made it uniquely hers.
I wanna gush forever about Sandra’s love for these two and just how enriching and wonderful they are. I am so happy to have been your writing partner for so long and explore both of their characters after all these years, and I can’t wait to continue to do so 💕 You’re one of the most important people in the fandom and those two, to me, are inextricably twined to Créa--I don’t think she’d be the same character without them, and I’m so thankful for all the growth and exploration we get to do together. You’re the best!! 🥰
happy birthday, sandra! another year older, another year on this frozen hellscape of a website writing not one but now two iconic muses. i am so very happy that i was able to connect with you almost four years ago on this account, and that it has been such a wonderfully wild journey. i cannot begin to describe how lucky i am that you opened up to me, were patient with me, and accepted my oddities and shortcomings as part of me. evil laugh on discord and all. thank you so much for allowing me the privilege of being your friend. you have always offered sound advice, an empathetic mindset, and a world of inspiration that can only come from someone who is a true writer at heart. i truly wish you only the best. even though we are oceans apart, my life is enriched by you, and would certainly not be the same without you in it. / @tharanduil
@tharanduil ･ﾟ ✧ *
LADY SORROW, WHY DO YOU ROAM ?? all mortal life wrapped tight in strings that tangle, some red, some gilded and thin, no respite from the ever weaving tapestry. iluvatar breaks bread into two and the world follows suit : manwë takes the skies, varda plants her seeds into the cosmos, ulmo spills at the seams until everything is blue ━━━ and then there is her. and then there is love. it starts small, with the caterpillar, with the worm, and all those little things that eat dirt, and grows into something beautiful. she walks the shores, bare feet against sand while she gets used to having feet, and everything is simple. but then he decrees : i have named thee messenger, and her bones reshape inside her body, this black hole of abstract shape caving in on itself, until she’s inside out, muscle and sinew and gold tinted blood.
she knew his father once. now she knows him, still fair-haired, head still held high, as if that way the crown would be out of reach of whatever ghosts follow in his step. she knows ghosts too ; luthien and maedhros and ecthelion. mairon, or who he could have been. his phayakĕmĕ in her gardens, and all those not of elvenkind who fall one by one under the spell of time. she herds ghosts, so maybe it is not so strange that she roams his halls now, that she dug herself a home in sickly root, made a bed out of spider web. her smile is kind as ever, delicate fingers finding a perch at his elbow, though her teeth look too sharp for a moment. ❝ you have been quiet. what weighs so heavy on your mind ?? ❞
thranduil: we’ll march south with the ring legolas: please don’t make me get physical with you
@tharanduil / THRANDUIL
IT IS NOT WITHOUT VINDICATION that SEPHIROTH makes his appearance to what he has come to be known as the woodland realm. THIS PLACE WAS STRANGE TO HIM , foreign. But he can sense the CRIES of the planet suffering beneath the tree’s roots. ( As if the trees themselves cried out for help ). Such screams rung loudly in his mind , and he could not sit idly by while the ground ROTTED AWAY. For what was responsible for such a grotesque display of destruction , he did not know. But he was assured to find out. For this world , like all worlds , would belong to him.
HE TREADS EASILY THROUGH the tangled roots that spread throughout this realm. The ROT && DARKNESS chilling his core , and fueling the ANCIENT RAGE that burned beneath such a calm facade. He had seen destruction before , but this littered the air with DARK && POISONOUS mage. And Sephiroth would take great pleasure in the suffering of whoever he’d find to be responsible for it.
He approaches large ornate doors , being met with the sword of two elves who stood guard outside. Sephiroth’s own masamune shone at his hilt , but he did not draw it ( not yet ).
‘ Who lays claim over these lands. I wish to speak with them.’ He speaks calmly , but with ASSERTION.
‘ . . . I assure you , it will be well worth their time. ’ And far easier than the ALTERNATIVE.
❛ to me, the thing that is worse than death, is betrayal. ❜ / @tharanduil
❛ yet you betray those who are not of your kind. ❜ he wasn’t sure what thranduil gained by trying to convince him otherwise, but he didn’t dwell on it long enough to care. this creature, no matter how high and mighty he perceived himself to be, wasn’t worth the effort. not after everything he’d done. ❛ now tell me this. did the agonized screams of my people ever keep you awake at night? or were their deaths just another casualty of your merciless reign? ❜
❝ i fear that i will be ripped open and found unsightly ❞
@tharanduil , 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻
