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Favorite Fics

Tagged by @niennawept to make a list of my own favorite fics that I've written to see which of my favorites are also your favorites. I have written too many fics, so I'm capping it off with my top five from my most recent fandom.

Like Nienna, I think I know which one will win, but let's see. ;-D

Tagging @urwendii @helenvader @cilil @jhalya @theriverwild @bunnydiamond and I don't know, anyone who wants to do it!

#tag games #my fic

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Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 248.3k | 6.1k chapter [42/61] Chapter 42: Choose the Flames and Learn to Bear It

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

Bronwyn raised her chin, turning her head to look Halbrand in the eyes next. “They have offered to protect her and her child,” she said in a stout voice. “She has chosen their protection.”

“I,” snarled Halbrand, his face morphing grotesquely in front of Bronwyn, “can protect my own wife and child—”

“Her fears go far beyond that,” Bronwyn informed him, finding her calm despite his raging storm of emotions erupting in front of her.

“She has nothing to fear from me—”

“—She has everything to fear from you,” Bronwyn countered, “if your will is to put her in a cage.” Her eyes flicked to his black gloved hand, the shield of fabric concealing his own golden ring from sight. “You controlled my son and Valandil, turning their eyes as black as coals before fleeing from Pelargir with both of them in tow on your fell beasts,” she pointed out, her eyes then flicking up to meet his own, staring back at her with steel in the gaze. “You control Theo with his ring. As well as Valandil. Her fears are justified, are they not?”

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#reblog for those of you who missed it #haladriel #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #saurondriel #galadriel x sauron #sauron x galadriel

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Attention Rings of Power Fans!

Something's cooking (turn the sound on).

#Y'ALL ARE SO AMAZING #LOOK AT THIS EFFORT #the rings of power #rings of power #trop #fandom events

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Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 248.3k | 6.1k chapter [42/61] Chapter 42: Choose the Flames and Learn to Bear It

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

Bronwyn raised her chin, turning her head to look Halbrand in the eyes next. “They have offered to protect her and her child,” she said in a stout voice. “She has chosen their protection.”

“I,” snarled Halbrand, his face morphing grotesquely in front of Bronwyn, “can protect my own wife and child—”

“Her fears go far beyond that,” Bronwyn informed him, finding her calm despite his raging storm of emotions erupting in front of her.

“She has nothing to fear from me—”

“—She has everything to fear from you,” Bronwyn countered, “if your will is to put her in a cage.” Her eyes flicked to his black gloved hand, the shield of fabric concealing his own golden ring from sight. “You controlled my son and Valandil, turning their eyes as black as coals before fleeing from Pelargir with both of them in tow on your fell beasts,” she pointed out, her eyes then flicking up to meet his own, staring back at her with steel in the gaze. “You control Theo with his ring. As well as Valandil. Her fears are justified, are they not?”

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#reblog for those of you who missed it #haladriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x halbrand #saurondriel #galadriel x sauron #sauron x galadriel

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Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 248.3k | 6.1k chapter [42/61] Chapter 42: Choose the Flames and Learn to Bear It

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

Bronwyn raised her chin, turning her head to look Halbrand in the eyes next. “They have offered to protect her and her child,” she said in a stout voice. “She has chosen their protection.”

“I,” snarled Halbrand, his face morphing grotesquely in front of Bronwyn, “can protect my own wife and child—”

“Her fears go far beyond that,” Bronwyn informed him, finding her calm despite his raging storm of emotions erupting in front of her.

“She has nothing to fear from me—”

“—She has everything to fear from you,” Bronwyn countered, “if your will is to put her in a cage.” Her eyes flicked to his black gloved hand, the shield of fabric concealing his own golden ring from sight. “You controlled my son and Valandil, turning their eyes as black as coals before fleeing from Pelargir with both of them in tow on your fell beasts,” she pointed out, her eyes then flicking up to meet his own, staring back at her with steel in the gaze. “You control Theo with his ring. As well as Valandil. Her fears are justified, are they not?”

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#reblog for those of you who missed it #haladriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x halbrand #saurondriel #galadriel x sauron #sauron x galadriel

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Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 248.3k | 6.1k chapter [42/61] Chapter 42: Choose the Flames and Learn to Bear It

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

Bronwyn raised her chin, turning her head to look Halbrand in the eyes next. “They have offered to protect her and her child,” she said in a stout voice. “She has chosen their protection.”

“I,” snarled Halbrand, his face morphing grotesquely in front of Bronwyn, “can protect my own wife and child—”

“Her fears go far beyond that,” Bronwyn informed him, finding her calm despite his raging storm of emotions erupting in front of her.

“She has nothing to fear from me—”

“—She has everything to fear from you,” Bronwyn countered, “if your will is to put her in a cage.” Her eyes flicked to his black gloved hand, the shield of fabric concealing his own golden ring from sight. “You controlled my son and Valandil, turning their eyes as black as coals before fleeing from Pelargir with both of them in tow on your fell beasts,” she pointed out, her eyes then flicking up to meet his own, staring back at her with steel in the gaze. “You control Theo with his ring. As well as Valandil. Her fears are justified, are they not?”

Keep Reading

#haladriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x halbrand #saurondriel #galadriel x sauron #sauron x galadriel #my fic

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the amazing devil lyrics that make me absolutely insane

give me back my heart you wingless thing

'cause if we join out hands in prayer enough to god i imagine it all starts to sound like applause

and what you see is not the dark it's just the gods upturning inkpots

i can't do this (you can) i can't do this (you can) i can't do this (you can) i can't do this you don't understand

and i can smell the smoke of hell in every stitch and seam

and i promise to be patient and you promise to be kind

are you god or devil

but we'll burn a hundred theaters if it means we get the wallpaper right

'cause though my jokes are my armor and my kindness is my sword

but like rubbing wine stains into rugs, it's my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse

it's what's engraved upon my heart in letters deeply worn

i'll stay because i will be the man my father never was

with you, i could summon the gods and the stars

you angel heart you monster

so hold me, lover, like you used to

those songs we sung, those words we flung for fear of sound

grow young each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world

you're brave because they broke you yet broken still you breathe

'cause i'm between that just one more and drank too much again

i said i'm fine it's just a sitting down in the shower day

your eyes aren't rivers there to weep but a place for crows to rest their feet

shoulder the sky

all your mother's weaves and your father's threads let me rob them of your now 'cause i'll darn you back together

i'm the captain of courage you've eternally lacked i'm the jesus of wishing to christ he'll come back

love does not exist here

in the back of a cab, like two puppets with no strings

this here is not makeup, it's a porcelain tomb and this here is not singing, i'm just screaming in tune

you try so loud to love me i cannot seem to hear

write me well my love, write me weird write me willing, write me well

after summers of fasting, i feel hunger at last for the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known

we built our castles just to watch them wash away

sometimes i fall to pieces just to see what bits of me don't fit

'cause darling i was born to press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading

welcome to my table, bring your hunger

i'm lost i'm found in you

i should go home i'm not lonely i just like being on my own

our devils broke rank, and out of the depths came an army

'cause life begins by leaving and our love is shown in the letting go

but if you ask me for my fire just watch me (just watch me) just watch me burn

in the wreck of all we burnt stands our piano like a wound

and when that fox howls i'll howl with it in it's cries i'll find an end

you do not get to hurt me just because i asked you once if you were alright

and in a moment of total rapture and with every strength i have i ask if you play D&D and your face lights up like you've woken up from this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you

and to those gods i will speak bluntly we've an accord if you ever touch or harm him please rest assured that you might not fear a man but to a woman by the end you'll kneel and plea

the mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings

and that voice unspoken's heard 'cause if god made us all in his image then god's a fucking nerd

as i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right

#lyrics #music #the amazing devil

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A Storm in the Rocky Mountains, Mt. Rosalie – Albert Bierstadt (detail) // Lofoten Island – Lev Lagorio // Rosenlaui – François Diday // Mount Elbrus in the Clouds – Nikolai Yaroshenko // Storm in the Mountains – Hermann Ottomar Herzog // Sierra Nevada – Albert Bierstadt // Rocky Mountain Landscape – Albert Bierstadt // Inkpot Gods – The Amazing Devil

#art #lyrics #the amazing devil #inkpot gods

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