Fëanárë

indie, selective, canon-divergent feanor from the silmarillion. http://feanare.carrd.co

[valar-critical]

indie, selective, canon-divergent feanor from the silmarillion. hi! i'm sid, and i've been roleplaying on tumblr on-and-off for over a decade.

carrd <- rules, verses, etc highbornlowtide <- my falmar OC (follows back from this url) sidmarillion <- multimuse blog minglinger <- main/shitposting blog

pfp: detail, Frederick Sandys, Medea, 1866, edited by me sidebar: detail, Hugues Merle, The Lunatic of Étretat, 1871, edited by me

[theoptia]

Hélène Cixous, from Stigmata: Escaping Texts

[curufiin]

Just draw a gay curufin bro. Do it.

get a #GayElf // my kofi (these are free but if you want to support a fag this june <3)

i feel like you did not need to specify gay curufin. we all know he's gay

[sadistic-harpy]

rb if you support women in STEM (sadism, torture, evil, menacing)

[incendiak]

let me dress up your doll!

@valar-critical one Faenare 👁️👃👁️

[valar-critical]

THAT’S HER!!!!!!!! OMG THANK YOU

[innerchildabortionclinic]

my sons ranked from most to least hard to love

[valar-critical]

(submit your muse’s weird sex dream about fëanárë)

The first thing of which Ranyasúre was obliquely aware of, in the dream, was heat.

The body against hers was furnace-like, lithe and long and strong in ways her own had never been, and the woman— woman, came to her with no evidence physically in the dark— was greedy, as if wrath with Rani even in the midst of desire. Rani dug nails into the woman’s jaw, turning to meet her gaze there, and saw, then, as if it was only natural, the crown heir. Dark hair had been tousled, and bright eyes impassioned, as if Fëanárë had been challenged, and Ranyasúre laughed against lips and teeth, vicious and humored all in one turn.

Rani pressed a hand to peaked breasts, a thumb brushing roughly over, before Fëanárë persistently inched Rani’s shoulders downward, leaving the other nís face to face with her spread thighs. As if by instinct, teeth grazing from her muscled abdomen down, Ranyasúre set to work, eyes closed as she took Fëanárë’s heat in her mouth, tongue lathing as she closed her eyes.

And Rani woke, there in the late years of Valinor, quite astounded by the dream, completely flattened on her bed.

submit your muse’s weird sex dream about fëanárë || accepting

[valar-critical]

The dream began fairly innocent. The young prince found himself on the sparring grounds with the princess Fëanárë. She taunted him as usual and her words cut as deeply as her forged swords would. They grappled, fought and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Until he landed a fortunate strike that caused Fëanárë to fall on her back. He rolled with her, moved on top of her and - much to his own surprise - locked their lips in a kiss.

Thranduil expected her to react with anger. To throw him off her and stab him for his insolence. Instead she returned the kiss eagerly and even flipped them over, so that she sat on top of him. While they kissed passionately, Thranduil's arms curled around her body and his fingers dove through her dark hair.

Just when he had begun to unlace her garments and spotted the first hint of bare skin, he awoke. It took him a few seconds to untangle himself from the passion of his dream and to understand that none of it had been real.

Very real however was the hardness between his legs. With an embarrassed groan, Thranduil buried his head in his hands. He could not believe he had actually dreamed such a thing, and about Fëanárë, of all women.

submit your muse’s weird sex dream about fëanárë || accepting

[valar-critical]

"You think you're smarter than me, but you're not. You're not even close." (from Sauron)

mean sentences, vol 15 || accepting

"On a time I might have argued with you." The spark of ire in Fëanárë's eye seemed to indicate that she had not grown very far beyond this urge. "However, of late I have come to believe that the value of intelligence lies in what it accomplishes, not in its nebulous existence within a mind; after all, what use is the brightest disciple of Aulë without the accomplishment of some craft?

"And so I would put to you the question of not what makes you smarter than me, but rather, what grander thing you have made than my creations."

For a moment, it was as though the three silmarils upon her crown glared bright enough to blot out the rest of the room entirely.

[tigrx-archive]

Submit a sex dream your character has had about mine.

[jerreeeeeee]

not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally

[jerreeeeeee]

what mutual is prev

my liege lord

my loyal knight

my wise wizard

my evil advisor

my brother in arms

my lady muse

my wild mermaid friend

my fellow alchemist

my dashing rapscallion

my monstrous foe

Voting ended onJun 6

[valar-critical]

Silohir wanders in with the ball and hole washing tool in his hand.

Unfortunately, Fëanárë can understand what she's looking at by context clues. "Get thee gone from my gate, thou tail-bro of Artaresto!"

[valar-critical]

Use ball and hole washer on feanare

unfortunately b&hw isn't a tool...it's a guy. and she doesn't have one. 😔

[cherrypikkins]

Time to clean the blorbo! Pick an action

gently run a lintroller over them

steam clean

handwash only

machine wash hot, longest cycle

use a power washer

sandblast them

let them stay filthy

other

Voting ended onJun 3

plz reblog for sampo size

[crownmemes]

Mean Sentences, Vol. 15

(Mean sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I want you to feel the consequence of your actions."

"I know of fathers like you. Your kids would be better off without you."

"I should have killed you the first time we met."

"Are you sulking?"

"You think you're smarter than me, but you're not. You're not even close."

"You are fortunate to be so loved still, after you have damaged so much."

"Congratulations on your unprecedented cock-up!"

"There is little of you that can still be called human, isn't there?"

"One way or another, I will bury you."

"Did it never occur to you that you're the problem, not the solution?"

"I had you down for a monster, but you're not, are you? You're just a pathetic little runt."

"You don't seem to be much of anything anymore."

"This is proof of nothing but your arrogance."

"It's called fashion, but I don't suppose that word has any meaning around here, does it?"

"If you're so good, then how come you can't get a job?"

"Judging by the state of you, you've already given up."

"It's cute, really. They think they can save you."

"That's low. Even for you."

"I want you to feel what it's like to have everything you care about taken away. I want you to hurt."

"If you're so bloody good, why did they sack you?"

"That is, without doubt, the worst cup of coffee I've ever had."

"Can't you feel anything?"

"Talking to you has become really boring."

"How narrow your mind is. How ignorant you are of what is to come."

"You'll never be my equal."

"How does it feel knowing I beat you? Knowing you lost?"

"You might be the worst person I've ever met."

"I don't think you should lecture me on what's right or wrong."

"If you would only stop running from your past, perhaps then you would not be fated to repeat it."

"What does it taste like? Making your living from other people's misery?"

"Why are you such a liar? Is it a medical condition?"

[cinewhore-deactivated20211003]

[lacnunga]

There are some characters where giving them therapy and cleaning them up is the fanfiction equivalent of buying antique furniture and painting it white