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carewyncromwell · 1 year

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LOTR AU tag here! // set directly after this more light-hearted drabble by @drinkyoursoupbitch // referencing Gwendolyn “Wendy” Gordon and Selene and Artemis Clair de Lune @twins-born-in-a-new-moon

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The Fellowship set off for the Pass of Caradhras with a very business-like affect. They had a mission to fulfill, so they approached it seriously, as one would think they should. But because of this, it took a little while before anyone really noticed just how little Carewyn had looked Orion in the face, since they’d left Rivendell.

Orion noticed, though. He noticed it from the start, however much he didn’t bring it up to anyone.

It was only once the rest of the Fellowship had devolved into leisurely, amiable conversation that Orion tried to reach out to Carewyn, putting down the stick he’d been using to poke the fire and getting up so as to help her untie the kettle she’d tied to her pony’s saddle.

“May I?” he asked.

Carewyn was taken aback. Then, abruptly, she grabbed the ropes herself, right out of Orion’s hands.

“Oh -- no,” she said very quietly. “I’ve got it.”

She finished untying the kettle and bustled back over to the fire, just as quickly setting about peeling some potatoes. Orion watched her go, his frown deepening that bit further. Then he slowly walked back over to the fire, settling down on the stone beside her as she worked.

“May I help you peel those?” he offered. “Two sets of hands could do the job faster.”

Carewyn looked up, startled.

“Yes, but...I can more than manage,” she said quickly, as she once again averted her eyes back down to the vegetables she was cutting up. “Thank you.”

Orion tilted his head to try to look at her better. “Then...how best can I offer you some assistance?”

Carewyn determinedly didn’t look at him.

“You can sit down and let me feed you, so that you can keep up your strength,” she said at last, her voice oddly forceful.

Orion's frown twitched. Before he could say anything, however, Charlie brought an amiable arm around his neck, giving him something of an awkward headlock.

“Aw, don’t take it personally, Orion!” Charlie said with a cheeky grin. “Carey’s just stubborn as a mule -- ”

“In the time I’ve known her, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Carewyn accept help from anyone,” said Selene with a wry smile. “At least, not without stubbornly refusing it multiple times beforehand...”

“She’s always been like that,” said Ben, as he shot a slightly pointed, cooler smile Carewyn’s way.

“Always,” Bill agreed.

The tallest of the Hobbits’ lips spread into a slightly fonder, but still very wry smile as he glanced at Carewyn out the side of his eye.

“I remember her mum, Lane Cromwell-Took, telling stories about Carey when she was little,” he said mischievously. “How she used to insist on riding a pony all by herself, even back when she was still a wee faunt...”

Gandalf chuckled. “That was true. And the pony stood a good two feet above our little she-Hobbit.”

The rest of the Fellowship couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable image painted for them. Even Cedric was snorting with laughter behind his hand despite his best efforts.

“Aw, really, Carey?” he said, charmed. “I didn’t try riding a pony until I was nearly ten...”

Charlie laughed. “Better than me! Bill and I didn’t properly learn to ride until we set off with Carey for the Misty Mountains.”

“Couldn’t exactly afford lessons,” Bill added in explanation.

“Well, I’d say Carewyn was just the right age to learn how to ride a proper pony!” said Rowan with a broad smile around his beard.

“I agree,” said Wendy. “The Rohirrim learn to ride right alongside walking...and our horses are way bigger than the ponies you lot ride. I reckon even you learned how to ride pretty young, right, Orion?”

“Rather young, yes,” Orion granted.

He glanced at Carewyn, but she once again avoided his eye. Instead she brought herself up to full height, her expression very cool as she focused on her cooking.

“I merely wish to make myself useful,” she said primly. “I was not chosen to accompany Cedric to Rivendell at the start, nor am I any sort of warrior who can protect him or the Ring from harm, as Prince Rowan or Amari can.”

Her use of Orion’s Ranger name was pointed. No one else had called him that since the Council of Elrond, when his true name was revealed. An envoy from Gondor, a dark-haired man called Felix, had questioned Orion’s presence at the council, demanding what a “mere Ranger” would understand about the One Ring and the might of Sauron. Both Wendy and Selene had been offended by the man’s rudeness, but Carewyn had managed to lay him out first --

“He is a Man, just as you are, is he not? Therefore it’s just as much his world, and his life, that are under threat from Sauron.”

Felix had pretty quickly turned his disdain down upon Carewyn. “Must I repeat my previous sentiment as well, for the halfling?”

Before Ben could fully get up out of his seat and unsheathe his sword (something both Artemis and Wendy were quick to prevent), Carewyn hopped up onto the top of her seat so as to better look Felix in the eye and verbally tore into him --

“I may be half your stature, sir -- but my moral standards clearly are head over heels above yours, for I don’t presume that my blood ancestry makes me inherently superior to anyone else!”

It was only Elrond that quelled the argument, by making it clear that both Carewyn and Orion had plenty of reason to be at the Council -- Carewyn because her brother had disappeared while seeking out the One Ring and had been the one to discover it had ended up back in the Shire, and Orion because of his relation to Isildur, the last doomed King of Gondor who had failed to destroy the One Ring himself so many years ago. And it was indeed this moment when Orion had noticed Carewyn’s eyes had changed somewhat in how she looked upon him, before she’d stopped looking at him altogether.

Orion’s black eyes rippled with something a bit more troubled as he shifted a bit closer to Carewyn.

“You do not need to prove your worth to us, Ms. Took,” he said very softly.

Something in Carewyn’s eyes darkened. She turned fully away, and then immediately got up and started serving stew to the people around the fire.

“Eat up now, all of you -- we may have to eat and travel light, but to do that, you’ll need proper nourishment.”

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As the Fellowship all prepared to go to sleep, Orion tried once again to approach Carewyn. This time he managed to catch her alone while she tended to the Fellowships’ horses.

“Ms. Took.”

Carewyn stiffened a bit at the sound of Orion’s voice. She didn’t turn around even as the Ranger slowly approached her. He watched her for a moment, considering his next move carefully -- then he tentatively brought a hand up to smooth out his own horse’s mane, which Carewyn had been brushing.

“Have I offended you, Amari?” she asked softly.

Orion gave a double blink worthy of a trained animal receiving confusing instructions. “Offended me?”

Carewyn frowned deeply. “Well, yes. I told you that I only care to have strangers refer to me as ‘Ms. Took.’”

Orion blinked again, much more slowly. Then, his eyes welling up with compassion, he got down on Carewyn’s level so as to look her in the eye better.

“...It seems I’ve made a great error. I thought that I had offended you, and in trying to make amends, I’ve ended up offending you further.”

Carewyn looked up at him, her eyebrows high with surprise.

“What? Why would you think that? You did nothing wrong! I merely...”

She looked down.

“...I merely...didn’t know how best to address you.”

Orion tilted his head, frowning slightly.

“I wished to address you like before -- as Amari,” she explained. “It is the name you introduced yourself with, to me, and it’s clearly the name you feel most comfortable being called. I want you to remain comfortable with me. But...even if I did refer to you that way -- by the name you gave me, rather than the one Lord Elrond calls you...I didn’t want you to think that...well, that I don’t respect who you truly are. Sure, perhaps your family hasn’t held the throne of Gondor in generations, but you’re still descended from great kings. From brave Chieftains and wise elves. And as much as you don’t follow in their footsteps, you’ve clearly learned so much from them -- how to nurture and protect...how to lead. And well...I’m just a Hobbit who happened to get thrown into this whole quest while trying to find my brother. The One Ring doesn’t have the history for me that it does for you. This mission’s success is so much more important for you than it could ever be for me.”

Orion’s expression softened. He quietly considered her for a long moment, before he reached out a hand and rested it on his horse’s flank, just over Carewyn’s.

“...Lord Elrond doesn’t call me Orion,” he said at last. “At least, aside from when he introduces me formally.”

Carewyn blinked in surprise.

“In my youth, my name was Estel,” said Orion, as his lips curled up in a small smile. “I was a Man raised with all the education and guidance of an elf, with no knowledge of my true parentage. It was only when I had turned twenty that Lord Elrond told me the name my mother had given me...and it was not long after that that I took on the name Amari, in the wilderness...”

His gaze flitted down to Carewyn’s hand, the small fingers of which his were merely inches away from.

“It’s a name I took due to the danger my real name posed to me, and to the people around me,” he said lowly. “It was for that name -- Orion Elessar II -- that both my father and mother lost their lives...and it is that name that prompts nothing but distrust and verbal poison from the Men of Gondor.”

“That’s nonsense.”

Orion looked at Carewyn. Her eyebrows had furrowed with righteous anger and her hands had flown to her hips.

“No name can prompt such things -- only the actions and choices of weaker, crueler creatures,” Carewyn said fiercely. “Why, Orion’s a very handsome name! The name of a very wise and courageous Man, I should think, since you’re the second Elessar to bear the name! And for anyone to judge you based on what an ancestor thirty times before our time did? There are few Elves alive that can even remember back that far! And even if they can, you are not Isildur, and his failings are not yours.”

Orion raised his eyebrows, faintly surprised but also faintly touched by the sentiment. Then he quirked one of his eyebrows at her critically.

“...And yet your opinion of me changed, once you knew of my ancestry,” he pointed out. “More positively than I’m used to -- but still, a change.”

Carewyn flushed, but her expression stayed stubbornly proud.

“My change in behavior was not because of you being related to royalty -- I already presumed you might have some noble blood when we first met, didn’t I?” she huffed.

She brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

“It just...affected what you told me, about your mother. How she died bringing you to Rivendell, to stay with Lord Elrond. I had no idea it was because of who your family was...that you’d never had a real place to think of as ‘home’...all because your family had been exiled from the place they once knew as home, ages before you were born, all because of an ancestor who everyone even now insists on comparing you to.”

Her eyes grew more solemn upon their two hands on the flank of Orion’s horse.

“...Your whole family...you all lost your home. You were all displaced, never to know the true comfort of hearth and home...all because of one horrible mistake, thousands of years ago.”

Her hand finally moved up to take hold of Orion’s. Orion gave the slightest of starts, but recovered quickly, as Carewyn gave his hand a light squeeze.

“Your family deserved better than that,” she said quietly. “You deserve better than that.”

Orion’s black eyes wandered over Carewyn’s face, even as she kept her own gaze on their joined hands. Then, very slowly, he also turned his eyes down to their hands, and gave hers the lightest of squeezes in return.

“...You have a very large heart, Carewyn Cromwell-Took.”

Carewyn’s cheeks reddened with a light blush as she smiled slightly.

“I suppose...I really should ask properly what you’d like me to call you,” she said bracingly.

Orion considered her. “That really would depend on you.”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows.

“What do you see when you look at me, Carewyn Cromwell-Took?” he asked. “The orphaned ward of Lord Elrond, raised and taught by the Elves of Rivendell? A Ranger with no country who wanders and adventures every day? Or the heir of a disgraced King who now aims to finish what that King could not?”

Carewyn frowned deeply.

“What I see is a Man,” she said, “and everything that entails.”

Orion looked curious.

“All of Men’s great foibles?” he asked amusedly.

“All of Men’s potential,” Carewyn shot back. Her lips spread into a determined, bright red smile. “Yes, perhaps Men do have their foibles. Quite a few of them, really. They can be impatient, and very short-sighted, as their lifespans are so short. They’re not particularly strong, or resilient, or even that fast. They can be as stubborn as dwarves, as arrogant as Elves, and as self-absorbed as Hobbits. And yet...”

Her smile spread into a fuller, gleaming grin -- a truly beautiful expression that made her eyes sparkle.

“...They can also be none of that, and more. They can be tolerant and accepting, when those of the other races turn up their noses. They can be generous and kind, being loyal companions and comrades-in-arms. They can be modest and wise...willing to discard what could elevate their own status, all in a desire to make deep connections with others.”

Orion’s eyes widened just a bit.

“You truly admire Men,” he said.

Carewyn crossed her arms, smiling wryly. “Is that so strange?”

“For me, yes,” Orion admitted.

Lord Elrond was not subtle in his disdain toward the failings of Men -- many elves and dwarves weren’t. Carewyn’s idealism, though, made Orion smile broadly.

“If that is the case,” he said as he inclined his head respectfully to her, “then I should dearly like it if you called me ‘Orion.’”

Carewyn hesitated. “...Are you sure?”

“Yes,” said Orion with a bright white smile. “You yourself said it was a handsome name. And perhaps you can see through those flaws in my name, the same as you have seen through those in Men.”

Carewyn smiled a bit more softly as she withdrew her hand from his at last.

“I’m certain I can...Orion.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #lord of the rings #au #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #aesthetic #my writing #charlie weasley #bill weasley #cedric diggory #rowan khanna #gwendolyn gordon #ben copper #artemis clair de lune #selene clair de lune

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kai-atlantis · 1 year

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✨️🐦‍⬛Artemis the Starling Day 9🐦‍⬛✨️

#help lmao #artemis the starling #shes learning lots of zelda tunes atm #hoping she'll sing dope tunes to me #clair de lune is her fave rn #starling #starling fledgling

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ariparri · 3 years

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Here’s the final art prizes for @no-moon-nor-stars! Sorry for the wait, I hope you like them! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

#ariparri #artemis clair de lune #hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery mc #ben copper #ben x mc #hphm ben #hogwarts mystery ben

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cursebreakingmess · 3 years

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They’re finally here! Sorry;;; anyways these lovely MCs belong to @aleksia-aries-hogwartsmystery (future birthday girl 👀) @hphm-roger (I really really hope you like what I did) @no-moon-nor-stars and @death-or-sleep

💛💛💛thanks for letting me borrow your kids c:

#aleksia aries #roger lopez #artemis clair de lune #jason novak #hphm #hesdraws #Haha #I know it’s been a while #ufff #forced myself to finish the other two today #I hope you guys like it #accidental birthday gift for your girl 😗#If I have more time I’ll prob do another haha #hes1draws

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unfortunate-arrow · 4 years

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Birthday, Part 2: Party Planning

[Check out part 1, gift shopping.]

[Carewyn @carewyncromwell , Spencer and Becca @hphmbetty , Malcolm @cursebreakerelmswood and Artemis @no-moon-nor-stars ]

The kitchen table at the Burrow was overflowing. There were twelve occupants at the table, and they had a lot of different lists. They had about a week to get everything together, as the O’Donnell quads turned 16 on the 18th and it was the 12th. Aside from it being August, the quads’ birthday also happened to be a Friday, which made it a lot easier to throw the surprise party on their actual birthday.

“So, where do we want to start? Food, music, decor?” Rowan Khanna asked, gesturing to the mess on the table in front of her.

“Well, we’ve already sent the invitations and know that the O’Donnells aren’t doing anything that night, so maybe music?” Ash Khanna suggested.

“Sure.”

“I have a lot of records I could bring!” Carewyn suggested.

“Okay.” Rowan reached onto the table and grabbed a piece of paper. She wrote the word “music” in big letters at the top. “So, which groups do we want?”

“We need The Who for Conor. Ryan really likes The Beatles as well as The Rolling Stones. Cara likes the Stones as well. Sara’s good with more poppy stuff like Duran Duran,” Malcolm said.

“Okay. Anything else?”

“The Weird Sisters!” Carewyn exclaimed.

“Okay! Spencer, Becca, Artemis any suggestions?”

“Uh, I think I’ve heard Conor talk about U2 and R.E.M.,” Becca said.

“Oh! How about Elton John or David Bowie?” Carewyn asked.

“Sure. We could probably use one or two more groups after that,” Rowan said, continuing to jot down what the suggestions were.

“How about Bruce Springsteen and the Clash?” Malcolm asked.

“Okay. I think that’s good for music.”

“Shouldn’t we have some more wizarding music?” Charlie asked.

“I haven’t heard them talk too much about wizarding music,” Bill said. “Usually, it’s muggle music.”

“We should move on. Food or decor?” Rowan said, taking charge once again.

She placed the paper with music down onto the table, and reached for another empty piece of parchment.

“How about decor?” Artemis asked.

“Sure,” Rowan said, writing the word “decor” in big letters at the top. “So, what kind of decorations do we want?”

“The Bats!” Malcolm exclaimed. He got a few odd looks. He sighed. “The Ballycastle Bats, you know, the quidditch team. Let’s just have a couple Bats logos, maybe a Kenmare Kestrels logo as well.”

“Well, three out of the four do like quidditch,” Penny commented.

“Yeah. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Just a couple.”

“Alright, you’ll be completely in charge of that, Malcolm,” Rowan said, jotting down “Bats” and “Malcolm.”

“I think we should have red, green, blue, and yellow streamers and stuff,” Carewyn said.

“I agree. That way each O’Donnell gets some individual recognition,” Artemis said.

“Yeah. Maybe we put out like different tables and decorate each corner of the yard differently. Like a Ryan corner and Sara corner and Cara corner and Conor corner. Guests can put the individual gifts in each corner and then one in the middle or somewhere for the all four gifts.”

“That’s a pretty good idea,” Rowan said, jotting down Carewyn’s idea.

“Oh, Gracie and Tessa Chiva volunteered to bring some string lights for us to hang up,” Spencer said.

“Ok. Does anyone else have any more decor ideas?”

“Maybe we hang the Irish flag!” Tonks offered, smirking slightly.

Rowan shook her head. “I‘ll put it down, but I don’t know if we’ll use it,” she said.

“That’s fine.”

Rowan placed the decorations list onto the table and took another sheet of parchment. She wrote the word “food” in big letters at the top of the paper.

“So, what’s on the menu?” Rowan asked.

“Well, Mum volunteered to make the bulk of the actual like dinner,” Charlie said.

“Okay. So what do we want for dinner, since the party starts at 6:30?”

“It’s not dinner, exactly, but I can try and make soda bread. It’s a fairly traditional Irish bread,” Malcolm offered.

“Sure. What should we add for dinner, though?” Rowan said, not looking up from the parchment as she jotted down Malcolm’s offer.

“How's spaghetti? It’s simple and easy and I know the O’Donnells all like it. We could have a couple side dishes as well,” Penny suggested.

Rowan watched as the majority of the group nodded. “Okay, so we need a few sides then. What do we think would work?”

“Meatballs!” “Chips!” “Mashed potatoes!” “Garlic bread!” “Let’s add ham as a main dish!” Rowan jotted down the different suggestions. They didn’t seem too overwhelming.

“How about we let Mrs. Weasley figure out what’s too much?” Rowan asked.

“Mum’ll be fine doing whatever. She’ll enlist me and Charlie and our other siblings to help,” Bill said.

“Okay, if you’re sure. We can move on to snacks and dessert, then.”

“I’m positive.”

Rowan sighed. “So who wants to bring what desserts or snacks?”

“I’ll bake chocolate chip cookies!” Spencer exclaimed, smiling.

“I’m going to make red velvet brownies,” Carewyn said.

“The Chiva twins said they’ll bring monkey bread,” Barnaby added.

“Okay. Ash and I can bring cupcakes,” Rowan said, jotting down everything that had just been said. “Now, snacks. What do we need?”

“Goldfish crackers. Conor’s addicted to them,” Artemis said. “They’re a muggle snack.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“How about crisps of some type? The brand Tayto is big in Ireland,” Malcolm said.

“Sure. Maybe we do a couple brands of crisps,” Rowan said.

The group continued to add and debate things for a good fifteen more minutes. Then, before they adjourned for the night, they went through and assigned people jobs for the decorating. They agreed to meet on the 18th at 4:30 in order to start decorating, and made the agreement to send out reminders to all the invitees telling them to arrive between 6 and 6:30. They also double checked that they had actually agreed to invite the quads, because if they hadn’t it wouldn’t have been a great thing.

#sorry if your mc is out of character #hphm #hogwarts mystery #rowan khanna #ash khanna #carewyn cromwell #spencer summers #becca summers #malcolm elmswood #artemis clair de lune #o'donnell quadruplets #bill weasley #charlie weasley #nymphadora tonks #penny haywood #barnaby lee #my writing #sorry if your mc wasn't used all that much #hphm birthday party

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lysakarell · 3 years

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Selene PRINT

Selene

Meaning shine, for the Greeks, it represents the goddess of the moon. She forms a triad with Artemis and Hecate - Selene represents the full moon, Artemis the crescent moon and Hecate the new moon. She is described as the eye of the night with shiny hair.

Tales & Legends, Print series of graphic works, relating to legends and mythologies.

Art by Lysa Karell

ATROPA PARCAE STORE

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guileastos91 · 2 years

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Got tagged in the Get to know me tag meme by @sous-le-saule thank you!!

Nickname : i dont have one, except for specific context bc ive got a friend who's got the same name as me

Gender : eh, woman? ish? sometimes not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sign : Lion

Height : 1.54m

Time : 19h07

Fav Band : ooh boy it changes regularly uuh ill go with Sparks atm

Fav solo artist : same, Johnny Flynn atm

Last song i listened to : Flowers by In Love With A Ghost

Song stuck in my head : Swim by Jack's Mannequin

Last movie I saw : ...Pride and prejudice 2005

Last show i saw : Detectorists if you speak in terms of finished it, wwdits if unfinished

Last book i read : Gladys Mitchell's Rising of the Moon, currently reading Death at the Opera same author

Blog created in : uuuhhhh 2011?2012? smth like that

What do i post about : mostly reblog stuff abt what I currently read/watch/listen to/play, + art stuff and funny memes, sometimes i post my own drawings (usually fanarts)

How did I pick my URL : it's the pseudonym i was using everywhere at the time (Fav character + number)

Do I have other blogs : nope

Do I get asks : no

Following : 290

Followed by : 542

Last google search : haha gladys mitchell mort au clair de lune to know what was the English title (Rising of the Moon donc)

Average hours of sleep : between 6 and 8

Lucky number : I dont have one

Instruments I play : None, I used to play the piano, and i very briefly tried bass guitar

Favorite Color : indigo

Current craving : potatoes

Tea or coffee : I like both, but Tea

Currently Working on : nothing at this exact moment, a small animated project in general

3 fictional universes I'd like to join : uuuuh tough choice...

Artemis Fowl's version of our world , more specifically the underground fairy capital city Haven

this is going to be very specific but Claude Ponti's "Ma Vallée"'s tree house

and uuuh im out of ideas sorry something in space probably

Thanks for tagging me,

I tag @supermoosethings @mythicfictionist and @tearyphoenixx if yall wanna do it :)

#tag memes #sous-le-saule

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morningstarinwinter · 1 year

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Wedding of the moon and his morning star🌙✨

#artenique #artemis clair de lune #danique winter #mns art #Finally it's done!#I was busy packing then when I arrived in Aus I then got sick and busy around #Took me almost half a month for this one #I really hope I can continue my hobby here since my life schedule is so full🥹

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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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I guess this is my “happy end” for Carewyn and Orion for that LOTR AU (once again started by @drinkyoursoupbitch and @no-moon-nor-stars)! Pictured are the newly crowned king of Gondor, Orion II Elessar, and his love, the current Steward and future Queen of Gondor, Carewyn Cromwell-Took! (Previous part here!)

When Orion, Ben, Wendy, Charlie, and their allies from Gondor and Rohan charged to the gates of Mordor, there was almost no hope of success. As the final battle raged on, however, wave after wave of reinforcements arrived -- Treebeard and the Ents Carewyn had befriended in the Forest of Fangorn; an army of men led by Barnaby Lee and an army of elves from Mirkwood, who came to support Fellowship members Selene and Artemis Clair de Lune; a battalion of dwarves led by the new King Duncan Stonehelm of Erebor; a militia of men from Dale led by Carewyn’s friend, Lord Andre; the eagles, ridden by both Gandalf and Carewyn’s long-lost brother, Jacob Cromwell-Took, who brought along some white magic of his own to blind and beat back the Orc advance; and Selene and Artemis themselves, who -- after smuggling Smeagol, Bill, and Cedric inside Mordor -- infiltrated the wall over the dark city and attacked Sauron’s dark army from above. Then the final blow was dealt against Sauron -- the Ring was destroyed, and with the destruction of Sauron also came the annihilation of Mordor. The day was won.

The triumphant army returned to the stronghold of Minas Tirith as heroes. As happy as Carewyn was to see Ben, Wendy, Charlie, and Orion safe, however, she was overwhelmed beyond words by who else greeted her at the gates of the capital.

Carewyn flung her arms out wide, rushing to Charlie and throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“You did it!” she said, her wide ruby red smile echoing in every word. “You all did it!”

Charlie squeezed his old friend tightly. “We did it. We couldn’t have done it without you, Carey -- if you hadn’t sent for reinforcements -- ”

“Carewyn Cromwell-Took.”

Carewyn looked up. Standing before her was Duncan, his lips spread into a mischievous grin through his now much-thicker brown beard. He’d had his thick arms crossed, but when Carewyn swept over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck in a huge hug, they fell lax at his sides.

“It’s good to see you, Duncan,” murmured Carewyn.

The young King of Erebor’s expression faltered somewhat, betraying genuine affection despite himself, as he brought his arms around her in return and held her like a dear younger sister he hadn’t seen in years.

Andre came up as well, opening his arms wide to ensnare Carewyn in a hug of his own.

“Look at you, Carewyn!” he said, looking over her new Steward attire and grinning. “One would hardly recognize you as the hobbit who escaped a band of orcs and wargs by floating yourself and your friends down the river in barrels...”

Carewyn bit back a laugh. “Not my most glamorous moment.”

“Artemis! Selene!”

Ben’s voice caught Carewyn’s attention. Riding in on fresh horses were their elfin friends, both looking very tired and beaten down, but with smiling, alight faces at the sight of them. Artemis made a beeline for Ben, leaping off his horse so as to throw both of his arms around him. Once Selene had embraced Wendy, she bend down to hug Carewyn as well.

“It’s felt so long, since we saw you last,” said Selene, “longer than I even know how to express. I think I now know why people with mortal lives act like they have no time at all...”

“I know -- it’s felt like years, somehow,” agreed Wendy.

A loud cry overhead signaled the arrival of the eagles. Carewyn beamed when she caught sight of Gandalf’s white robes -- but she was taken aback by the sound of a familiar, hoarse voice.

“CAREY! CHARLIE!”

It was Bill. He rode the eagle behind Gandalf and looked even more exhausted and worn than the Clair de Lune twins, but his freckled face was just as bright and his eyes were flooding with tears.

“BILL!”

Both Carewyn and Charlie barreled over. Bill didn’t even wait for his eagle to fully land, instead launching him off of its back and hobbling with difficulty over to them, throwing his slightly longer legs backward and forward in precarious, reckless strides until he’d reached them. The three red-haired hobbits all threw themselves forward, seizing onto each other’s shirts and arms and squeezing each other’s shoulders in a vice grip.

“Charlie -- ” Bill choked through his flood of tears, “Carey -- ”

“Oh, Bill,” whispered Carewyn. “You did it -- you and Cedric -- ”

“I knew you could do it,” Charlie murmured proudly, clutching at his older brother’s back. “I always knew -- ”

Carewyn blinked back the traces of tears in her eyes, turning her gaze to the rest of the eagles landing. Her eyes softened in relief seeing Gandalf carrying a sleeping Cedric under his arm. Then she caught sight of the rider disembarking the eagle just behind Gandalf, and all trace of a smile vanished.

The final rider was a hobbit about a head shorter than Bill, dressed in worn gray robes one would be more likely to associate with a wizard. His black-brown curls had grown as long as a dwarf’s, sweeping down his back, and his eyes had been hollowed out like a skull’s, but they still sparkled the same shade of blue as Carewyn’s. His face was very white and weakly smiling, almost anxious, as he faced her.

“Wyn,” breathed Jacob.

All dignity forgotten, Carewyn flung herself out of both Weasley brothers’ arms. She tripped over the long skirt of her dress several times, but she didn’t care -- she would’ve tripped a thousand times more over, just to --

“JACOB -- JACOB!”

The two Cromwell-Tooks clung onto each other so tightly that it was like they never wanted to let each other go again. Jacob anchored a trembling hand on the back of his little sister’s head as he struggled not to completely break down.

“Oh Wyn -- my little Wyn -- ”

He pulled away at last, running his thumbs over her cheeks as his tear-filled blue eyes scanned her face.

“Look at you -- you’re a real lady! Shining like the Lady of Lothlorian herself...”

“You’re alive,” choked Carewyn. “I can’t believe you’re alive -- ”

“Jacob?!”

The two Cromwell-Tooks looked up as Duncan rushed forward, his eyes very wide and his face very pale under his dark beard.

Jacob’s blue eyes sparkled. “...Hello, Ashy.”

Carewyn had expected Duncan to perhaps run forward and hug Jacob too -- instead, when he reached Jacob, he immediately grabbed hold of his pointed ear and yanked hard.

“Owowowow -- !”

“You blasted IDIOT!” swore Duncan. “Disappearing like that -- let me guess, you got in over your head again, as per usual? How can you be so smart and yet so bloody daft!?”

“Owwww! Let go, will you?!”

Carewyn brought a hand up to wipe away the tear forming in her right eye as she looked up at Gandalf, who was smiling warmly.

“It seems your brother, like me, had battles to fight in fire and shadows,” he said. “Fortunately, like me...he also found his way back. He’s become quite a talented magician, for a hobbit -- I suspect he’ll be able to conjure up quite enough fireworks, for the next party in the Shire...”

“Thank you for bringing him back to me, Gandalf,” said Carewyn softly.

She then turned to the soldiers and courtiers who had escorted her to the city wall.

“Come -- let’s get Cedric a bed and proper medical attention. And prepare a hearty meal, in the main hall -- our King and his friends need it.”

Soon after was Orion’s coronation at the white Citadel of Minas Tirith. Representatives from many kingdoms -- Man, Dwarf, and Elf alike -- all came for the celebration. Once he was crowned, Orion bestowed honors onto all of his companions in the Fellowship of the Ring and all of the allies who had fought with them when things were at their most desperate. He vowed to the citizens of Gondor that he would do everything in his power to rule with patience, tenacity, loyalty, and fire and bring peace and balance to their world.

The coronation party afterwards was full of singing, dancing, and a great feast, where the Fellowship reconvened merely as friends, rather than soldiers. At one point, when Carewyn got up to speak with Merula, the new Captain of Gondor’s Guard, Cedric noticed something he hadn’t before.

“...Say, you all,” the youngest hobbit said with a frown, “who did Carewyn promise her heart to?”

Everyone in the Fellowship went stock still. Ben and Charlie immediately moved as if to hush Cedric, but it was too late.

“What?!” yelped Bill.

Carewyn’s best friend whirled on both Ben and Charlie, looking both beside himself and absolutely incredulous.

“You knew about this?”

Orion had gone very pale, his eyes darting around at each of the hobbits and Ben as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. Artemis and Selene both looked at each other with a frown.

“‘Promise her heart?’“ said Artemis, bewildered.

Selene glanced at Carewyn and then gave an “oh!”

“Her left ring finger,” said the female elf. “If Hobbit tradition is anything like ours...Carewyn is engaged!”

“When did THIS happen?” Bill was still interrogating Ben and Charlie -- despite him only being about two heads taller than Charlie and much shorter than Ben, both men looked equally taken aback by his volume and level of passion. “What happened?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” said Charlie hastily. “That is -- well, yeah, she put it there, but -- I mean -- ”

Orion was barely taking in much of what anyone was saying -- his mind was moving too quickly.

Carewyn...was engaged? If she’d promised her heart, was that...like a betrothal? When had this happened? Had she been proposed to while she was in Gondor alone, while he was away? Had she always been betrothed, since before they’d met? To who?

Orion found himself clutching his own hands as he closed his eyes and tried in vain to stabilize his breathing. His thoughts were always way too loud and way too fast, when he was anxious...

He was startled out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. It was Wendy.

“Come on,” said the dark-haired shieldmaiden under her breath with a smile, “let’s go for a walk -- it’s getting too loud in here.”

And so Wendy steered the new King out of the hall and out onto one of the balconies of the White Tower. It didn’t take long for Carewyn to notice Wendy leaving with Orion and, noticing how very ill and upset he suddenly looked, she quickly ended her conversation with Merula and left the hall after them. She found the two talking at the balcony -- Wendy noticed as soon as Carewyn arrived and rather quickly excused herself with a pat to Orion’s shoulder and a smile at Carewyn.

“Carey, would you please tend to His Majesty?” said Wendy, a wry twinkle in her eye. “You seem to have a special touch with him."

Carewyn watched her go with a swish of her long dark hair, frowning in confusion. Rather than dwell on it, however, she immediately turned her focus back to Orion. He looked so pale...

She reached out a hand to him.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, her blue eyes very concerned.

When she’d reached out to him, Orion’s gaze had flown immediately down to her hand and to the ring on her finger.

His eyes widened.

It was his ring. The Ring of Barahir he had given her, before she’d first left for Gondor with Gandalf. Naturally, it being made by Elves, it had enough magic to shrink or grow to the proper size, so it fit her finger just as well as it had his.

The ring that Cedric had thought represented some sort of romantic promise...was his ring.

It took a moment for Orion to catch his breath again. Once he’d managed to compose himself enough, he bent down so as to properly look Carewyn in the eye. He took her hand, trailing his thumb over the ring on her finger, as he led her closer to him. Although he managed to keep his voice level somehow, his lightly tanned face was still very white and his hand holding hers was trembling.

"...Carewyn...” he murmured, “the way you wear my ring...is there...a meaning to it?"

Carewyn blinked in surprise. Then her face relaxed, and she offered a small smile even as her cheeks darkened with a flush and her eyes rested on his shoulder and not his face.

"...Yes. For hobbits, it represents a promise of one's heart -- one stronger than time, life, or death.”

Her eyes drifted down to their joined hands.

“...It was that promise...that was in my heart when I pledged my fealty to Gondor. When Denethor heard me pledge myself to 'my lord', ‘til he release me or death take me..."

She smiled wryly.

"...he was unaware that, in my own mind at least, I already had a lord to be loyal to."

Orion’s eyes widened. Carewyn raised her head at last, her face much more solemn despite the softness in her eyes.

"Even if just as your friend,” she said very seriously, “my heart is yours, my king."

She lifted their hands, adjusted them so that Orion’s was on top, and placed a feather-light kiss to the back of his hand.

For a moment, all Orion could do was stare. His dark eyes trailed over Carewyn’s face, lingering on her eyes and her ruby red lips -- then, his pale face flushing with a kind of emotion Carewyn had never seen before, he swept forward. His hands found her cheeks, cupping them gently as he leaned in and placed a tender, lingering kiss to her forehead.

“My lady,” he breathed, his eyes half-lidded and shining upon hers, “you are far...far more than a friend to me. And I hope that you’ll consent to be far more, as well...for among both Men and Elves...”

His eyes flickered down to her lips and then back to her eyes, in a move that almost suggested shyness.

“...the place you wear my ring...could also be seen as the mark of an engagement...were it to host a different band."

Carewyn stared at Orion.

“You...you’d want to marry a hobbit?” she asked, her voice very soft and stunned.

Orion’s eyes softened with some amusement despite himself. “I would like to marry you. If you’ll have me.”

“If I’ll -- ?”

Carewyn looked flabbergasted.

“Orion...I’m just a halfling -- you’re a king. More importantly, you’re...you. You’re gentle, and noble, and wise...”

“And you are warm and resourceful...and braver than anyone I’ve ever known in my life,” Orion cut her off gently.

His gaze flickered down to her lips again self-consciously. For all of his confidence as a Ranger, a warrior, a general, and even a king, Orion found himself oddly fretful and uncertain, in that moment -- as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff and would either fall to his death or soar up into the clouds, were he to jump.

“I realize that hobbits...rarely marry outside their own kind...especially to Men -- but just as I could see no one else as my Steward...I can’t think of anyone else I would ever ask to be my Queen.”

Her face flushed and her eyes sparkling like stars, Carewyn brought a hand up to rest on his cheek. She cradled his face with her hand as she bent her head just enough to rest her forehead against the king’s.

“Orion...I could not think of a single greater gift or treasure in this world than to be yours.”

Orion felt as though a weight he’d been carrying for ages had suddenly been lifted off of his chest. He exhaled, his eyes fluttering closed absently as he leaned lightly back against her hand on his face.

“Carewyn...”

One hand sank into the shoulder of her red and white velvet dress, while the other trailed affectionately along her cheek. Carewyn closed her own eyes, smiling fondly.

“I love you,” she whispered, a mere breath away from his lips.

She kissed the side of his temple, and then his nose and his lips. Without opening his eyes, Orion found himself mirroring her, littering her face with kisses as he trailed his hand along her cheek and through her hair. Several times their lips met, sometimes chastely, sometimes deeply, but always through the gentlest, warmest, happiest smile -- as though their hearts were both fit to burst from happiness.

A week later, Carewyn was crowned queen of Gondor, to the delight of her new people. Regardless of her heritage, the people of Gondor had not forgotten her courage and leadership in the midst of the War Against Sauron, and over the years, their affection for their “little queen” only grew. (This didn’t mean that she ever became very well-regarded in the Shire -- truthfully, someone that worldly and strong-willed would never really have belonged there. Most Shire folk didn’t dislike her, of course, but it was still a little uncomfortable to be associated with someone so thoroughly unlike the traditional image of a hobbit. The clear exception to this rule, however, was any hobbit with the last name “Weasley,” who were all always welcome in the kingdom of Gondor.)

One looking back on the reign of King Orion II Elessar and Queen Carewyn Dilthenrís could almost wonder if their romance -- however peculiar it was -- was written in the stars. After all...one translation for the name “Carewyn” is “white tower” -- like the fabled tower of the Citadel at Minas Tirith where she first inspired her future King’s people.

#lord of the rings #au #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #bill weasley #charlie weasley #cedric diggory #ben copper #gwendolyn gordon #selene clair de lune #artemis clair de lune #jacob cromwell #duncan ashe #andre egwu #my art #my writing #charlie was the first one to figure out carewyn was wearing orion's ring that way btw #he was very surly about it for a while because 'overprotective surrogate twin'#then he told ben who also got very grumpy about it because 'she was *my* hobbit to look after first >>'#then wendy found out and she was just like 'oh come on you two seriously'#bill was actually pretty okay with it when he found out it was orion and confirmed how serious his feelings were #jacob took longer to come around of course because 'that's my sister >:I'#but honestly it was more about anyone going after carewyn at all not the 'orion being a man' thing #I mean jacob's kind of stuck on a dwarf so #*smirks at duncan pulling jacob off by the ear*#gandalf of course absolutely loved it because once again hobbits never fail to surprise him #he found it very amusing but also very much approved because well carewyn honestly was always an odd little hobbit #'never would've been the sort to settle down with a brandybuck or a sackville-baggins'

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10 Ways to Observe the Moon for International Observe the Moon Night

On Saturday, October 5, we will host the 10th annual International Observe the Moon Night. One day each year, everyone on Earth is invited to observe and learn about the Moon together, and to celebrate the cultural and personal connections we all have with our nearest celestial neighbor! This year is particularly special as we mark the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 Moon landing while looking forward to our Artemis program, which will send the first woman and next man to the Moon.

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There are many ways to participate in International Observe the Moon Night. You can attend an event, host your own or just look up! Here are 10 of our favorite ways to observe the Moon.

1. Look up

Image Credit: NASA’s Scientific Visualization Studio/Ernie Wright

The simplest way to observe the Moon is simply to look up. The Moon is the brightest object in our night sky, the second brightest in our daytime sky and can be seen from all around the world — from the remote and dark Atacama Desert in Chile to the brightly lit streets of Tokyo. On October 5, we have a first quarter Moon, which means that the near side of the Moon will be 50 percent illuminated. The first quarter Moon is a great phase for evening observing. Furthermore, the best lunar observing is typically along the Moon's terminator (the line between night and day) where shadows are the longest, rather than at full Moon. See the Moon phase on October 5 or any other day of the year!

2. Peer through a telescope or binoculars

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With some magnification help, you will be able to focus in on specific features on the Moon. In honor of this year’s 50th Anniversary of the Apollo 11 Moon Landing, see if you can find Mare Tranquillitatis (Sea of Tranquility)! Download our Moon maps for some guided observing on Saturday.

3. Photograph the Moon

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Our Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter (LRO) has taken more than 20 million images of the Moon, mapping it in stunning detail. You can see featured, captioned images on LRO’s camera website, like the crater seen above. And, of course, you can take your own photos from Earth. Check out our tips on photographing the Moon!

4. Relax on your couch

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Is it cloudy? Luckily, you can observe the Moon from the comfort of your own home. The Virtual Telescope Project will livestream the Moon from above the Roman skyline. Or, you can take and process your own lunar images with the MicroObservatory Robotic Telescopes. Would you prefer a movie night? There are many films that feature our nearest neighbor. Also, you can spend your evening with our lunar playlist on YouTube or this video gallery, learning about the Moon’s role in eclipses, looking at the Moon phases from the far side and seeing the latest science portrayed in super high resolution.

5. Touch the topography

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Observe the Moon with your hands! If you have access to a 3D printer, you can peruse our library of 3D models and lunar landscapes. This collection of Apollo resources features 3D models of the Apollo landing sites using topographic data from LRO and the SELENE mission. The 3D printed model you see above is of the Ina D volcanic landform.

6. Make and admire Moon art

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Enjoy artwork of the Moon and create your own! For messy fun, lunar crater paintings demonstrate how the lunar surface changes due to frequent meteorite impacts.

7. Listen to the Moon

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Treat your ears this International Observe the Moon Night. Our audio series, NASA Explorers: Apollo features personal stories from the Apollo era to now, including yours! You can participate by recording and sharing your own experiences of Apollo with us. Learn some lunar science with the second season of our Gravity Assist podcast with NASA Chief Scientist, Jim Green. Make a playlist of Moon-themed songs. For inspiration, check out this list of lunar tunes. We also recommend LRO’s official music video, The Moon and More, featuring Javier Colon, season 1 winner of NBC’s “The Voice.” Or you can watch this video featuring “Clair de Lune,” by French composer Claude Debussy, over and over.

8. Take a virtual field trip

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Plan a lunar hike with Moon Trek. Moon Trek is an interactive Moon map made using NASA data from our lunar spacecraft. Fly anywhere you’d like on the Moon, calculate the distance or the elevation of a mountain to plan your lunar hike, or layer attributes of the lunar surface and temperature. If you have a virtual reality headset, you can experience Moon Trek in 3D.

9. See the Moon through the eyes of a spacecraft

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Visible light is just one tool that we use to explore our universe. Our spacecraft contain many different types of instruments to analyze the Moon’s composition and environment. Review the Moon’s gravity field with data from the GRAIL spacecraft or decipher the maze of this slope map from the laser altimeter onboard LRO. This collection from LRO features images of the Moon’s temperature and topography. You can learn more about the different NASA missions to explore the Moon here.

10. Continue your observations throughout the year

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An important part of observing the Moon is to see how it changes over time. International Observe the Moon Night is the perfect time to start a Moon journal. See how the shape of the Moon changes over the course of a month, and keep track of where and what time it rises and sets. Observe the Moon all year long with these tools and techniques!

However you choose to celebrate International Observe the Moon Night, we want to hear about it! Register your participation and share your experiences on social media with #ObserveTheMoon or on our Facebook page. Happy observing!

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com.

#NASA #space #moon #explore the moon #science #painting #observethemoon #Apollo #apollo 11 #astronaut #moon landing #full moon

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montaguehphm · 3 years

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Do you have any favorite mlm MC-NPC ships from the HPHM fandom?

Oh hello, anon! There are a few that I’ve seen here so let me list five of my favorites.

Jamurphy (Jason Novak x Murphy McNully) and its other variations Created by @death-or-sleep

Damben (Damien Rosse x Ben Copper) Created by @lgvalenzuela

Bentemis (Artemis Claire de Lune x Ben Copper) Created by @no-moon-nor-stars

Dragonwolf (Hal Greywind x Charlie Weasley) Created by @one-very-angry-hufflepunk

Jaeky (Kyril Vasiley x Jae Kim) Created by @kyril-hphm

There are so many more out there, I feel. I wanna see more MLM ships. To quote poet-laureate Britney Spears, “Gimme gimme more.” 🥺

PS. Also, support them WLW ships too uwu! All the LGBTQ+ ships deserve attention, too!

#montaguehphm interacts with people #give us that mlm/wlw hphm ship content y'all

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swiftlyrem · 4 years

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tag yourself as one of the dark academia characters i just thought about

oliver

gay, plays the piano, only writes the essays he wants to write (when he does he makes people cry), good in arts and music, hates physics but still gets excellent grades, speaks sarcasm fluently, wears turtlenecks all year long, hates summer, son of apollo, ravenclaw

camille

speaks four languages, mysterious, no one knows much about her, doesn’t speak a lot, active in class but once the class ends she goes silent and speaks only when spoken to, writes poetry in french and can listen to clair de lune, L. 32 by claude debussy all day, slytherin, hunter of artemis

edward

wants to attend harvard and study english literature, speaks in quotes, only uses shakespeare insults, spends his sunday evenings on the balcony, drinking red wine and listening to old jazz, writes essays for fun, fiery temper, his dog is his best friend, surprisingly enough he’s a huffelpuff, son of poseidon

alexandria

favourite book is greek myths and legends by nikolay kun, coffee addict, asking people who their favourite greek god/goddess is is a way to find out if she likes the person or not, good singer, wants to be an architect and dreams if going to oxford, people find her intimidating, slytherin, her godly parent is athena

will

corrects people’s grammar, adventurous, goes to museums and libraries all the time, finds old buildings to draw, ravenclaw, his godly parent is athena, his teachers love him, disappears from every social media (sometimes irl too) for a few days then comes back like nothing happened, piano

i am will :)

#dark academia guide #light academia #dark academia #tag yourself #greek gods #da aesthetic #dark acadamia aesthetic

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lyveesaivin · 3 years

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je poursuis ma lancée avec les mots de @bambi-avatars ❤❤ j’en profite pour dire que c’est vrai, le rp ça fait douter - et c’est sûrement ça qui nous demande le plus d’énergie : est-ce que c’est bien ? est-ce que la personne va aimer ? est-ce que je réponds pas trop tard pour iel ? blablablablablabla Plein de petites questions qui nous font nous remettre en question. J’ai peut-être un petit conseil pour les moments comme ça : adopter un second geste, celui de vous dire que vous faites ça par plaisir et par passion. Que c’est pas une course, ou votre mémoire de recherche. C’est toujours le premier mot du rp qui est difficile à écrire, mais vous y arriverez et vous avancerez. Après tout, vous êtes deux, voire trois, quatre, cinq, douze... Ça fait pas de mal de se reposer sur les autres de temps en temps ! ❤ Mais trêve de blabla. ++ attention tw warning (avortement) sur le premier extrait & son contexte ! Je vous laisse donc avec :

bambi-avatars ❤

merci pour cette initiative que je trouve super chouette ! j'ai repris le rp y a un an après une longue pause, et ça m'a fait un bien fou, c'est presque thérapeutique pour moi de pouvoir explorer des persos tous plus différents les uns des autres !

le rp entier, pour remettre en contexte, un de mes meilleurs persos, un vrai plaisir de la jouer ! le rp vient de la fin d'un sujet où elle vient de vivre (TW santé) un avortement à 16 ans, et qu'elle décide enfin de laisser tomber les barrières derrière elle se cachait jusqu'à présent et d'accepter ses sentiments. Un des rps les plus chargés émotionnellement que j'ai pu jouer ! Here you go :

« A son plus grand étonnement, il ne fuit pas. Son regard plongé dans le sien, elle sent, elle sait qu’il voit à travers ses murs, à travers toutes ses barrières dressées depuis tant d’années, qu’il la voit elle, Artemis, pour de vrai, sans artifice. Et il ne fuit pas. Il reste. L’accepte dans son entièreté, malgré ses mauvais côtés, malgré son passé, malgré toute cette noirceur qui peut parfois l’envahir au point de prendre le dessus sur elle, cette noirceur qui cherche à le blesser, lui faire mal dès qu’il fait un pas de travers, dès qu’il s’éloigne un peu trop. Elle n’en avait jamais rêvé, contrairement à la majorité des filles qui attendent que leur prince charmant débarque, les emmène sur son cheval blanc pour vivre heureux avec beaucoup d’enfants jusqu’à la fin des temps. Ca s’apparentait plus à un cauchemar pour elle qu’un idéal. Pas spécialement parce que c’était quelque chose qui ne lui faisait pas envie, non. Elle ne s’était tout simplement jamais posé la question, s’était toujours dit que ça resterait hors de sa portée, que jamais quelqu’un ne pourrait l’aimer pour ce qu’elle était. Elle avait toujours pensé que n’importe qui fuirait s’il venait à découvrir les tréfonds de son âme. Pas assez belle, pas assez intelligente, pas assez gentille. Les mots de sa mère imprimés dans sa chair, marqués au fer rouge, blessure jamais réellement refermée sur laquelle elle fermait les yeux jusqu’à présent. Pas digne d’être aimée, Queenie. Sinon, pourquoi sa mère aurait été si violente avec elle ? Pourquoi son père passerait-il autant de temps à l’étranger ? Pourquoi abuela se serait fait un malin plaisir de l’humilier à la première occasion ? Et pourtant… Pourtant il est là, ses bras autour d’elle alors qu’il la sert contre lui de toutes ses forces, leur bulle se transformant en muraille protectrice, et elle a envie d’y croire de tout son cœur. En cet instant, elle le sent, il est sincère. Les larmes coulent sur ses joues sans qu’elle cherche à les arrêter. Loin des sanglots incontrôlables de douleurs qui l’ont submergée en rentrant, ce sont des larmes de soulagement qu’elle verse. Soulagement de voir sa plus grande peur disparaître un peu plus à chaque instant passé avec lui. Soulagement de savoir qu’elle ne sera plus jamais seule. Qu’elle n’est plus seule. Elle se redresse alors qu’il prononce son nom, laisse son regard se perdre dans le sien. Ce regard débordant d’amour qui l’effrayait tant jusqu’à présent, qu’elle cherchait automatiquement à fuir dès qu’elle en avait l’occasion, comme si elle risquait de s’y brûler. Regard qu’elle ne fuit plus aujourd’hui, dans lequel elle se plonge corps et âme alors que l’évidence se fait dans son cœur, le palpitant qui s’emballe, qui semble se réveiller après des années d’hibernations. Elle ferme les yeux alors qu’il appuie son front contre le sien, et sa respiration se fait plus calme, plus lente alors qu’elle cherche à imprimer dans son esprit chaque sensation, chaque émotion qui la traverse en ce moment précis. « Toujours. » Un souffle, cette promesse qu’elle répète pour mieux l’intégrer dans son cerveau, dans son cœur, dans son être tout entier. Toujours. Ce sera lui, maintenant, demain, dans dix ans, jusqu’à sa mort. Elle le sait. Elle n’a plus aucun doute. « Jules ? » Elle place une main sur sa joue, le front toujours contre le sien alors qu’elle attend qu’il ouvre les yeux. Elle a besoin de le regarder, de voir qu’il l’entend, qu’il la voit avant de prononcer ces mots qu’elle n’a encore jamais dit, à qui que ce soit. Elle plonge dans ses iris alors son cœur tambourine dans sa poitrine, que sa gorge se sert par reflex, essaie d’endiguer les mots, comme à chaque fois qu’elle a ressenti le besoin de lui dire. Pas cette fois. Hors de question qu’elle se sabote encore. Hors de question qu’elle le laisse partir. A jamais. « Je t’aime. »

j'en profite pour mettre un extrait d'un autre rp sur lequel je suis retombée entre temps, un perso qui était un vrai défi au départ, parce que très poétique et sombre à la fois, et que j'avais peur de ne pas être à la hauteur d'un point de vue poésie, mais au final je suis plutôt fière de moi, surtout dans cet extrait :

« Sasha suit Dulcie dans l’orangeraie, au milieu de la nuit, sans se poser des questions, comme toujours. Dulcie et ses lubies, elle y est habituée, et elle y prend goût. Passer du temps avec la brune, c’est comme s’approcher un peu trop du soleil. Elle profite de sa douce chaleur, souvent. S’y brûle, parfois. Mais elle y revient toujours, incapable de rester dans le froid trop longtemps, de peur de glisser doucement mais sûrement vers les glaces éternelles où l’attire sa dépression. Quand elle a l’impression de couler, c’est toujours la douce qui lui temps la main, la ramène à la surface, dans son monde à elle, beaucoup plus lumineux que celui de Sasha, ça ne fait aucun doute. Et elle pourrait presqu’y croire, à cette bulle qu’elles partagent toutes les deux, en dehors du reste du groupe. Ce lien particulier qui les unies, sans qu’elle ne comprenne vraiment pourquoi. Comme si Dulcie était la seule à vraiment la comprendre, à s’inquiéter pour elle, pour de vrai. A vraiment vouloir la voir aller mieux. Et ça, Sasha ne l’oublie pas. Avec elle, elle ravale son cynisme, laisse son mal de côté, le temps d’une entrevue, de peur d’assombrir de ses nuages l’éclaircie que la douce ouvre sur son passage. Elle se contente de la suivre dans chacune de ses envies, de profiter de ces instants privilégiés qui lui sont offerts, sans contester. Même lorsqu’il s’agit de s’aventurer au beau milieu de la nuit dans l’orangeraie familiale pour trouver une clairière aux allures mystiques, tout ça pour couper quelques centimètres de cheveux à la belle. Les deux comparses s’avancent à la lueur tremblotante d’une lampe de poche vieillissante, se faufilant à travers les arbres le plus silencieusement possible. Sa douce s’accroche à son bras, et Sasha serre les dents, retient de justesse un gémissement alors que la main pourtant délicate vient réveiller la douleur encore vive des plaies qui se referment à peine. Sasha se laisse trimballer au milieu de la nuit, avec l’étrange sensation d’être un sac à main que l’on secoue dans tous les sens, mais ça ne la dérange pas. La joie qui émane de Dulcie alors qu’elle lui présente enfin cette clairière à l’aura sacrée est contagieuse, et Sasha ne peut réprimer le sourire qui vient étirer ses lèvres. Elle la contemple alors qu’elle va s’installer sur cette souche, au milieu de ce cercle parfait former par les foudres de mère nature, dans ce clair-obscur que viennent éclairer quelques rayons de lune. Le tableau qui se dessine sous ses yeux est d’un romantisme incroyable, comme venu d’un autre temps, et elle n’ose venir le déranger de sa présence, aurait l’impression de commettre un acte blasphématoire, de ternir la pureté presque religieuse de l’instant. Et pourtant, l’autre la rappelle à son devoir dans cette cérémonie, lui tend la paire de ciseaux, qui disparait à nouveau avant qu’elle n’ait eu le temps de l’attraper. Le doute qui s’installe dans le regard de la douce, et Sasha ne peut s’empêcher d’hausser un sourcil, un sourire en coin venant étirer ses lèvres, prête à la taquiner sur ses craintes nouvelles. »

Bonne continuation à toi bambi ❤, et merci énormément du partage !

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Birthday, part 4: Sara & Conor

[Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3]

[Malcolm @cursebreakerelmswood , Paisley @paisleymills , Clara @lins-hogwarts-mystery , Arjun @hogwarts9 , Selene @no-moon-nor-stars , and Samantha @samshogwarts ]

SARA

Someone tapped her shoulder and Sara spun around to see Malcolm Elmswood. She smiled.

“Hey, Mal,” she said.

“Happy birthday, Sara!” Malcolm said.

“Oh thank you. Thanks for the party as well.”

“It was no problem. Anyways, I wanted to give you this.”

He handed her a small package. Sara took it gently from him, and unwrapped it. It was a small stained glass trinity knot.

“Oh, wow. Malcolm, you didn’t have to get me anything!” Sara exclaimed, before hugging the boy tightly.

“I wanted to. You don’t care for quidditch all that much so I saw that and thought of you. You have the trinity knot on a lot of your jewelry,” he explained.

“Well, thank you very much Malcolm.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Uh, Malcolm, could I borrow Sara for a few minutes?” Barnaby asked, tapping Malcolm softly on the shoulder.

“Sure.”

Barnaby smiled softly at her and Sara felt her stomach flip. He looked good in that green plaid shirt. He held a small package and it wasn’t until they were on the other side of the Burrow, away from all the people that he took her.

“Happy birthday, Sara,” Barnaby said.

“Thank you,” Sara said.

“I wanted to give you this.” He handed her a small neatly wrapped package.

“Barnaby, you didn’t have to.” Sara gently took the package from him.

“I wanted to.”

“You already gave me your sweater.”

“I wanted to get you something else as well.”

“Oh, Barn.” Sara glanced around, and after making sure that no one else was around or watching, grabbed the lapels of his shirt. Standing on her tiptoes, she gently pressed her lips to his.

They broke apart quickly, and Sara gently unwrapped the small package. Inside it was a blue and green braided leather bracelet and a small ceramic panda. Sara smiled widely at him.

“I love it. Thank you so much. You still shouldn’t have, though,” Sara whispered.

“You’re welcome and I wanted to. You deserve it,” Barnaby whispered back.

The two smiled at one another and then walked back to the party. They split a few moments later, with Barnaby going to talk to Conor, and Sara standing by the food table for a few moments.

“Happy birthday, Sara.” Sara turned to see Paisley Mills standing next to her.

“Thank you, Paisley,” she said.

“I’m sorry if this sounds a little odd and out of place, but did you know that Barnaby Lee and I are engaged? I’m only mentioning it because I saw you two walk off together.”

Sara froze. Her eyes darted back to Barnaby, who was talking animatedly with her brother (who just looked overwhelmed), and then to Paisley again.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Yeah. It’s no big deal, though. Because I’m not interested in him,” Paisley said.

“How long?”

“Since as long as I can remember. It’s null, though. I’m not marrying him and he’s not marrying me.”

“I just thought that arranged marriages were a thing of the past. Well, at least here.”

“They’re not when it’s you’ve got a horrible pure blood family whose only goal is to extend their power and status.”

Sara sighed. Life wasn’t fair. If it was fair, then Mum and Dad would be standing here with us and Cian wouldn’t have been such a jackass and Uncle Doyle wouldn’t be around, Sara thought. Paisley smiled sympathetically at her. The two fell into an amicable silence for a long period of time.

“Happy birthday!” Clara Lin exclaimed.

“Thanks, Clara,” Sara said smiling at her.

“Are you excited for frog choir this year?”

“Yeah. I hope we do a lot more at Christmas. I still think we should add muggle Christmas carols to our list.”

“That would be so cool.”

The two girls continued to discuss music for a long time after that. They touched on the music playing from the speakers, with Sara pointing out which tracks were her siblings’ choices. They exchanged which songs they hoped to sing in frog choir in the coming school year.

CONOR

Conor pushed his glasses back up his nose. The heat in his cheeks was still there. He ran a hand through his hair. Jeez, he felt awkward. After all, Conor hated being the center of attention. Okay, it was fine on the quidditch field or with a small group of people (ten or less), but this was a little much for the reserved Ravenclaw. His mind was whirling a mile a minute, thinking of every possible conversation he could have, and okay, this was normal. He always played possible conversations in his head, mainly to figure out what possible sounds he would need.

“Happy birthday!” Conor turned around to see Selene Clair de Lune.

“Th-th-thank you,” he said, his cheeks darkening again as they heated.

“No problem. Hey, do you know who sings this?”

“This is ‘L-love Ain’t for Keeping’ by The Who.”

“Really? Are they a muggle band?”

Conor nodded. “Album’s f-f-from 1971.”

“Wow. That’s rather old.”

“Y-yeah. It’s my… preferred one.”

“Ah. Have you seen Artemis, by the way?”

“Uh. I th-think he’s over th-there.” Conor pointed to a white haired teen with long hair.

“Thanks. Happy birthday again.”

Conor’s cheeks heated and he sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Hey, happy birthday!” a voice said, making Conor spin around, and pull his hands out of his pocket.

He inhaled sharply, and counted backwards from five. “Thanks, … Arjun,” he said, offering the Indian prince a small smile.

“You’re welcome. What is the purpose of that t-shirt you are wearing?”

“Oh. It’s the F-F-F-Finn Harps. A f-football team.”

“Ah. That’s a muggle sport, correct?”

Conor nodded. “I don’t know how big it is in muggle India, but here it’s p-pretty big.”

“Okay. Do you care much for muggle sports? I could show you some sword tricks.”

“I like… r-r-r-rugby as well. But some ssssword tricks some time might be cool.”

The two boys established a small timeline for when Arjun Singh could show Conor some of his sword tricks. The Irish boy swallowed as he listened to the other boy excitedly explain a few different tricks that he knew.

“Happy birthday, Conor!” an Irish voice exclaimed and Conor turned to see Samantha O’Connell.

“Thanks,” he said, silently cheering himself as he didn’t stutter on the word ‘thanks’ again.

“Did I hear that you’re taking a bunch of muggle courses at a muggle school?”

“Yeah. Th-th-that’s r-r-r… correct.”

“Are you taking any physics courses?”

“One. It’s needed f-for architecture.”

“Cool. I really like physics. Do you like it?”

“So far.”

The two continued to discuss Conor’s muggle classes for a while.

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