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Thuringwethil
Elrond arrives in Valinor.
He is expected to join at least one of the courts (man is descended from everyone of importance)
He’s spent the majority of his life in political situations where everyone just wants to survive
He sees the glamour and manipulation in the high courts
Man nopes the fuck out and retires with his wife, sons and suspiciously intelligent crab.
T R(ex)ochallor
Fingolfin going on his suicide and rage fueled quest
Rochallor returning alone and fatally wounded to Fingon
@wanderingnork put this idea in my head but for a long time I had no idea how to draw it, but it's finally done !
Also lyrics from Time Stands Still by Blind Guardian
Have my little and confused analysis/list of what I am trying to tell through these portraits regarding these little Jedi:
Jocasta and Sifo Dyas share some elements, her earrings and his braids parallel the other, and they wear their hair in bun/s, and the palette too.
Her lighter colors reflect her stronger connection and trust in the Jedi.
Sifo's colors are still those of the Jedi, but under the lighter brown robe there is a far darker one.
Dooku's colors are dark and share no connection to those of his friends.
Jocasta has a full smile and her hands are both shown, she will not harbor secrets or ill intentions in the future.
Sifo shows only one of his hands, he will keep a terrible secret, but not out of hate.
Dooku's hands are fully hidden, and his smile is more closed off, and in the future we know what he will become.
That's it 👉 👈
Apothecary diaries AU/fic prompt where Lakan leaves and Fengxian is about to give birth and freaking out not knowing where Lakan is and why he's not here when Luomen finds and about the baby.
He buys her out of her contract and takes her back explaining about what happened and suddenly Fengxian is no longer freaking out she's strategizing.
Fengxian: So his father sent him away I see
*Somewhere in the La clan estate there is deep feeling of dread*
She goes full master strategist mode and basically takes over La clan (she makes it look like her Lakan are married she knows he'll agree and neither of them will want a big wedding so it's all good)
Lakan returns back only to be welcomed as head of the family with Fengxian there handing him a baby, HIS DAUGHTER like 'Welcome back, do you want to play go?'
He nods eventually it's a slow game though as he keeps just staring at Maomao in awe and gaping like a fish he has completely blue screened and is so confused. Fengxian doesn't mind she's waited 3 years for this game and they have many more years of games ahead of them he can take his time.
Bonus Lakan finds out about all her plotting and planning and is just more smitten
Lakan:Marry me
Fengxian:Technically we are already married
Lakan:oh
Lakan:Can we get married again?
(Bonus her seeing Jinshi pine with Maomao and taking him aside Jinshi thinks this is going to be a shovel talk and it is... but also
Fengxian: My daughter takes after her father
Jinshi: I mean not much thankfully ah -No disrespect I-
Fengxian: In the sense she is oblivious willfully or otherwise of any feelings and will not realize unless you are completely upfront
Jinshi: I-
Fengxian: Lakan did not seem to fully understand my feelings until I handed him our child
Jinshi:...
Jinshi:...fuck)
[Before the Mereth Aderthad, First Age 20, Years of the Sun}
“Don’t play at the meeting, ‘Laure.”
“What?” Maglor stared, stricken.
“You see, I’ve heard of this Sinda prince named Daeron. Son of King Thingol, they say,” Maedhros explained. “I heard he was exceptionally skilled, so I was curious and asked Finrod about him.”
“Son of King Thingol…and by extent, Queen Melian,” Maglor pondered. “I never knew they had children.”
“Finrod said Prince Daeron was a linguist.” Maedhros glanced at Maglor. “And renowned as the best minstrel of the Eldar.”
Maglor froze. He slowly turned to Maedhros. “Daeron? Him?” Maglor stared at his lyre. "I heard he was a musician, but the best…?”
“Yes, the Sindar love him. Incredibly talented, and son of their King and Queen, no less,” Maedhros said, gazing out the window. “In a way, he is to the Sindar as you are to the Noldor.”
Maglor huffed. “I’m far better than any Maiarin half-breed.”
“Careful with your words,” Maedhros warned. “My point is, we’re trying not to cause any conflict at this feast, and hopefully establish connections with the Sindar and our relatives. You,” Maedhros said pointedly, “having spits with the Sindarin prince and star minstrel will not help that in any way.”
Maglor fiddled with his lyre. “Fine. I’ll do as you say, Mae, if you wish.”
“Good.” Maedhros stood up, grabbing his coat. He turned back to face Maglor. “Laure, I chose you and not the others to go to this feast—”
“Because I’m right by your front lawn,” Maglor replied flatly.
“No,” Maedhros said. “It’s intentional. You’re the only one of your brothers I trust to keep everything civil and not blow up the feast.”
Maglor was quiet. “Alright.”
Maedhros slid on his coat. “Prepare a small company. Make sure to bring Astando, Ilmaner, and Silmaite. Liriel too, if you want, but make sure she doesn’t start arguing with the Sindar.”
“Watch Astando,” Maglor countered. “If someone so much as snickered at you he’d rip their teeth off.”
“He’s too smart for that.”
Maglor shrugged. He tucked his lyre in the fold of his cloak, and walked toward the door.
“Hold up,” Maedhros cut in. “Leave your lyre.”
“I can’t leave it,” Maglor pleaded. “Who knows what’ll happen if I leave it in the cruel snow of Himring?”
Maedhros rolled his eyes. “Your lyre will be fine if you leave it alone for a week.”
Maglor bit his lip, then strode out the door. “I’ll put it away.”
Hi I've been exhausted lately but I finally finished some Middle-Earth cane designs for Disability Pride Month and they make me very happy.
Click for better quality, zoom in please I spent way too long on these.
I'm a cane user, and most fictional or antique canes really annoy me, because they're rarely actually usable or practical. So this is my attempt to design usable but still interesting canes for characters I have somewhat arbitrarily projected disability onto. For example, they all have padded handles and most have wrist straps.
Individual design ramblings below!
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After the Lúthien incident🫣
Macha
my controversial opinion is I don’t think Zuko was confused by “my first girlfriend turned into the moon”
he was there during siege of the North. he infiltrated the spirit oasis. he has an uncle who studies spirits and the spirit world. he watched the sky go dark then the moon suddenly reappear like everyone else in the entire world did. and most importantly he watched zhao get eaten by a giant godzilla fish spirit.
his entire life since he saw that beam of blue-white light in the south pole has been ‘this day has already been so goddamn weird’
The only really new information was that that was Sokka’s girlfriend
Important opinion in the tags that I need to have be part of the post:
Also, Iroh was there? He literally watched Sokka make out with the moon spirit. And you want to tell me that a romantic sap like him would not have immediately told Zuko about this romantic tragedy? Please, Zuko has known about this for ages, he just knows that this is not an acceptable situation in which to say “yeah, I know.”
Sokka: “My girlfriend turned into the moon.”
Zuko: “I know.” “Yes.” “She sure did.” “Uh huh.” “Tell me something new.” “Are we still talking about that?” “That’s rough, buddy.”
[image: tags by samwisethebold: #it’s not that he doesn’t get what sokka means #it’s that how on earth do you respond to that]
When you put it like that, this is actually a legendary display of tact on Zuko’s part
A cat is a machine that turns proteins into violence.
#Helios was declawed by his former owners so he doesn't just slap things he dislikes like most cats#he really only feels confident in hissing at them#Especially because a lot of the thing he doesn't like are bugs and those are sharp sometimes :(#Selene has figured this out and now when she hears him hiss she sprints over the kill the fuck out of the bug#Helios has learned she will do this so he'll hiss at stuff louder and louder until she hears him#A nervous old man and his emotional support homicidal maniac tags by @gallusrostromegalus
I couldn't reblog without the tags because the context is hilarious
A Nervous Old Man (right) and his Emotional Support Violence Machine (Left)
Yes, he is more than twice her size. Yes, he is five times her age. Yes, he cries like a big baby until she kills Unacceptable Scary Things (earwigs) for him.
I told a guy his total was 13.21 and he said “wish it were that year, could actually get some good music on the radio”
breaking news from the AP, our boys on the front have just sacked constantinople. take that, heretics. coming up next are the soothing lute dirges of bing crosby
*screams of a witch burning at the stake*
THOU ART CURRENTLY LISTENING TO
*Gregorian chanting*
13.21
*leper bell ringing*
HIGH MEDIAEVAL FM
*recording of John Lackland sobbing as he signs the Magna Carta*
WHENCE COMETH NAUGHT BUT LITURGIES
LITURGIES
AND MORE LITURGIES
*Templar knights praying out loud*
THIS ISN’T THY GRANDMOTHERES STATION
*Imagine Dragons - Radioactive starts playing*
Caranthir, in the spirit of siblings everywhere, devoting his stitching to messing with his brothers.
More than half of Thargelion’s tapestries are of scenes of the various embarrassing shenanigans his brothers (and assorted cousins) have got up to. Most noteable is the large hanging in the dining hall depicting the time Curufin blew himself and Celegorm up in the forge. Second place goes to the one in the entrance hall of Maglor stuck up a tree.
His brothers, naturally, hate this with a passion and complain bitterly about it whenever they visit his halls.
Of course, those complaints pale in comparison to the ones they share after visiting Himring. Maedhros never turns away a gift, especially not when they help to warm his keep. No wall in Himring is left without an embarrassing moment forever immortalised upon it.
Eleanor
Time travel Au where maglor just give up and take a looong nap , because timetraveling into a younger body dont make your soul less tired , and he have been wandering for thousands of years , not sleeping not eating . his soul finally crash out because he is finally safe .
he is on a feather bed , and warm , and not starving .
and he know he should be doing something , but he is just so tired and exhausted , and its just a nap . and another . and another . no he dont feel like singing today . and another nap . and another . he dont want this new harp dad thank you . and a nap . and a nap . and a nap . he is not hungry grand-father and a nap another another . curufin is screaming at him . he want to stop naping but he dont have the strenght for it . father please dont cry , why are you crying ?
TikTok is a fundamentally evil app however the reason i use it is because you occasionally stumble across gems like the Chinese power transformer manufacturer who posts kawaii edits of their power transformers
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