the magic circle fizzes,
a bright glow from the images-
especially the red hand calling out in color as the saturation brightens-
but the flower shrivels.
the smell of salt intensifies,
a mutter on the wind
“y’all honestly engage girdle time i really don’t like~”
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: GRYFFINDOR | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: They are both very bold and brave and honest, with Túrin especially he has this compassion and empathy for those in unfortunate situations- he wants to help. Also he sees in people the chance for redemption
worst quality: Hi tempers, hi foolhardiness and charging off thinking you know best without consulting with someone like Mablung, have some forethought, you two
ship them with: each other Finduilas and Gwindor. Yes, both of them. All four of them, any combination of them
brotp them with: Mablung, Beleg, Nellas, Brandir
needs to stay away from: GLAUDRING
misc. thoughts: I’m glad being around this fandom made me appreciate and like them
I’ve never made a fanmix (though I’d love and heart-eyes forever if anyone wanted to do something for any of my stuff), but I like to listen to music and get inspired by songs, so that’s close enough. So, songs I can link to fics:
Florence + Machine, especially her first album, Lungs, which I listened to on repeat in that middle period between several years in on my obsession with the Silm but before I started to de-lurk and share my head-canons and write my fics. So the older fics/fics whose roots come from those years, “Brides of Death/Gift of Men”, that Andreth story, is Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) and The Dog Days Are Over. “Howl”, where I zero in on the festival/ceremony of remembering their exodus towards Beleriand, is also that song and the fourth song, Howl. There’s several Florence songs that scream Aegnor/Andreth to me, and that one that’s the Lay of Leithian in pop song form, so there’s “Hold Fast Err Night Comes”, but I still haven’t written the exact scenes of Aegnor/Andreth fluff that Paolo Nutini’s Candy demands.
For “Of Ingwë Ingweron”, especially the early chapters, I listened to the Journey video game soundtrack.
Also when writing “Release from Bondage”, I listened to the Game of Thrones soundtrack, in particular tracks from season two and especially Theon’s theme and variations on it and Winterfell’s theme, for obvious reasons.
Aha. ahaha. ha. hahahaha. I’m not a BNF and I’m not writing the fan favorites or favorite settings, my work is heavily OC centeric (and interconnected to each other), so I struggle with the feelings of wondering if any readers will like the very premise of my work with the desire that they should and would love it as much as me. In specifics- Am I respecting the horror of what I’m writing about, these imprisonments and death and war, and is the awfulness coming across to the reader in a way that they are satisfied? (then the counterpoint voice- is this too much? should this have been tagged for warnings and rated higher? Oh gods am I a bad/rude writer and triggered someone?)
With characters like Aglar- will this be too much screen-time connected to/about the Fëanorians- but it’s unflattering so will I have the lynch-mob from their fans?
Are my tangents on fish and food and rivers interesting? Is there enough romance? Too much unrequited love in the backstories of the Ten from Tol Sirion?
How much of Oromë among the Elves and the Three Prophets going to Valinor do I have to write to satisfy readers? Can’t I write slice-of-life and quasi-anthropological dissertations on early life of Ingwë and others and not betray the expectations of “Of Ingwë”? Can I flesh those scenes out enough?
Salutations dear friend!
Next up is Twenty One Pilots “Stressed Out”. This song took several repeat plays to grow on me, and the part that I liked first was the deep-voiced bit at the end. So that part:
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money”
Yeah
14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?
Which Fandom of mine counts as “current”… Well, in DC/DCEU/Batfam fandom in particular, I adore the movie version of the relationship between Perry White and Lois Lane. The ex-Robins as bickering but supportive brothers and sisters Batgirls, especially Jason with any of them, Dick the surrogate father to Damian, Babs the cool aunt/big sis to everyone but especially Cass, Steph and Tim solely as a BroTP. Mera and Diana’s friendship in Bombshells.
RuroKen – Kenshingumi. Easy. Also the bond between Yumi, Chou, Hoji, and Soujirou- it’s like the Juppon-gata as an Addams Family.
Vorkosigan- Miles and Ivan, all the way. Duv as their long-suffering friend.
SW: anakin and Obi-wan. Han and Luke, Han and Chewie, R2 and 3PO. EU Legends- Rogue and Wraith Squadrons.
Silm: too many, but Ossë and Uinen’s friendship and support of the Teleri soothes my bitterness. House of Bëor and House of Arfinfinwë anything and everything.
23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.
Release from Bondage I think has some of my strongest, most polished and evocative prose. That I cover so much of the Silmarillion from a neglected/unusual angle. That the romance is sweet and slow burn, and the angst and horror at the forefront but not gratuitous.
eeeeeee ❤ this is so wonderful
I feed off readers’ tears and mutual love for the teleri elves. And with that prompt I always have to think if by “teleri” the requester is asking for Falmari or the Third Tribe in general and I figured I should stick to Falmari and Falathrim (and answering: seafood – that felt like a cop-out) and then thought, hey, where’s that perfect chance in canon where you’d have Teleri of divergent culture interacting and eating meals. and I could have picked any moment post-Elwing’s arrival, but c’mon, angst potential!
At first she thinks the grilled fish is the bluefish she is used to, the heavy fishy flavor wafting off the golden crust, but when her hosts cut into the fish and start to pull apart pieces of the cooked flesh, nimbly avoiding the bones, she sees it is not so. There is a loaf of bread, yet in shape and texture it looks nothing like any bread she knows or has kneaded. Another grilled fish, crusted in a thick layer of charred salt and smelling faintly of some sweet cooking liquor, is dropped into the center of the banquet table, the head and tail hanging over the edges of the massive yet delicate serving platter. The platter is a soft white, with the imprint of feathers along the rim, of a delicate ceramic that she vaguely remembers. She has not seen an object so fine and delicate for a long time. The meals, when she had been fortunate enough to have dishes on which to eat them, have been on wooden platters or the thick reddish brown of mortal make. In recent memory it has been her fingers greedily pulling apart hastily boiled small fish that either her husband or she had caught. Infrequent meals those had been, often spoiled by stomachs wracked by worry. The rich scent of garlic and lemon pulls her out of memories, and she looks up to see the next dish being uncovered. A lid is being removed from yet another fish dish, this time a giant and also unrecognizable specimen that has been obviously seasoned and steamed in its own juices. The surrounding broth smells fragrant, and her host uses a ladle to scoop some of it into a small bowl and set it before her. A piece of soft bread is placed next to the bowl. “Eat this first,” the queen says, the small crown of silver shells and mother-of-pearl above her sad face glimmering with the same wet luster as her eyes. “It shall not overtax your stomach.” As she speaks, her husband is uncovering yet another dish of what looks to be fried squid and brightly-colored vegetables with delight. Yet still more dishes are being brought, and she feels overwhelmed. This was not to be any large feast, just an intimate meal for newly reunited family, and yet she is overwhelmed by the bounty of food. She thinks back to the excitement of a pot of eel stew. The last dish she notices before the tears overwhelm is a platter of round crab cakes. They look exactly like the ones she used to make for her family, even the small cup of cream dipping sauce, though she served hers in a cleaned clam shell and this one is in a porcelain cup made to mimic the shell shape. She remembers breaking a cake apart with her fingers and feeding a piece to her son as she held him on her lap, his brother greedily reaching for a second serving and dipping his fingers into the sauce to lick it clean. The memory destroys what remained of her appetite. She sobs. There are warm arms around her, two sets, holding her tight, a hand stroking her hair, a man’s soft low voice whispering smoothing words to her, promising her she is safe, that he will protect her, a woman telling her that she has permission to cry, she can show weakness, that she is loved. In her most distant memories the woman recalls parents who had once done this for her. Elwing weeps and thanks them for the meal.
heckofabecca said: happy birthday, dear one ❤
anghraine said: happy birthday, yearmate 🙂
Birthday buddies! It was very cool to learn I was only a day behind becca and it’s a comfort to know I share old-timer fanning it up on tumblr status with elizabeth. ;p
crocordile said: awwww the big 30!! hehehe I’l be following u in a couple years 🙂 happy birthday, my friend!!
And then juliana to make me feel all old again. ;p i tease yet again, dear heart.
vefanyar said: Happy birthday! ❤ And the big 3-0 is a lie anyway, I’m beginning to think “adulthood” as such is a myth anyway.
I’m with you there; adulthood is definitely an artificial construct!
tindez said: Happy birthday! Sounds like a pretty excellent way to celebrate, for those around our age lol? (definitely not old but also not young enough to make a big, loud mess of it?)
Yep, cake and opening just a few presents (I got the coolest glittery cat bracelet watch from my grandma and bought myself awesome shoes) and not making a big deal of it is the way to go once you’ve aged out of your teens.
And to everyone else, Thank you!
City and Color’s The Girl
While I’m off chasing my own dreams
Sailing around the world
Please know that I’m yours to keep
My beautiful girl
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