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forlornalbatross · 10 months
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My aloneness is showing & I am unfolding from its foolproof // sense unmaking // peeling my hidden self // is love my love? am I love's love? are you my love's love? // I came again & again bearing this longing in a nutshell // the foolproof unfolding & I am showing my aloneness -
D C de Oliveira | from Without you: I’d rather be alone, Open Statement |  May 10 2023 | Wednesday 8.01am
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antigonick · 3 months
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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?…
—Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Ethel Smyth, December 1932 (in Letters)
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aziraphales-library · 28 days
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Hi! I'm looking for a specific fic where both Aziraphale and Crowley are writing to an advice column in a newspaper about their relationship. I remember there's a part where Crowley just sends the most unhinged message, Aziraphale uses the honourific Mx. and Crowley uses Ms. for the person they are writing to. The story ends with the writer figuring out that they are talking about each other, and she put both of their messages next to each other. They then talk about feelings. Thank you! :-)
I believe you're looking for...
Dear Marje: Ineffable Partners Edition by idealPeriWren (G)
He keeps holding my hand, did I mention we're holding hands now?! Because we are. It’s a thing. It’s bloody fantastic, it is. But you see why I can’t bollocks this up. Or, the one where Aziraphale and Crowley both repeatedly write to the same problems page for relationship advice. Misunderstandings, shenanigans, and dramatic irony ensue.
- Mod D
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thenewgothictwice · 9 months
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Excerpt from Ghassan Kanafani’s letter to his son, translated by Hilary Kirkpatrick.
"I heard you in the other room asking your mother, 'Mama, am I a Palestinian?' When she answered 'Yes' a heavy silence fell on the whole house. It was as if something hanging over our heads had fallen, it's noise exploding, then - silence. Afterwards... I heard you crying. I could not move. There was something bigger than my awareness being born in the other room through your bewildered sobbing. It was as if a blessed scalpel was cutting up your chest and putting there the heart that belongs to you... I was unable to move to see what was happening in the other room. I knew, however, that a distant homeland was being born again: hills, olive groves, dead people, torn banners and folded ones, all cutting their way into a future of flesh and blood and being born in the heart of another child... Do you believe that man grows? No, he is born suddenly - a word, a moment, penetrates his heart to a new throb. One scene can hurl him down from the ceiling of childhood onto the ruggedness of the road."
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thedrarrylibrarian · 4 months
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hello! bit of a specific request but would you know of any fics that feature draco & harry exchanging snarky letters (for whatever purpose- their jobs or teddy or anything really) that get progressively less snarky and more exasperatedly affectionate? fic doesn't have to be only featuring their letters, but like initially at least the exchanges between draco & harry are solely via post
Is there anything more romantic than taking the time to write a letter? Even if it is sent out of annoyance, you had to take time to find pen and paper, sit and write your thoughts, sign off and sign your name, then find postage and send it.
I hope you enjoy these epistolary (one of my favorite words) fics. And if you feel up to it, send a friend a letter for the joy of it.
Epistolary
Mislaid Owl Post by (801 words, rated G) by @thelionessroyal
A trainee owl keeps bringing letters to Hogwarts Potions Master Draco Malfoy instead of their intended recipients, leading to a rather annoyed Malfoy and amused Potter sending letters back and forth. Maybe they should thank the poor owl for his efforts...
Yours, Draco by @drarrytrash (3,505 words, not rated)
All that's left are 15 letters, and then those are gone too.
I Just Want You to Know by @crazybutgood and @sugareey-makes-stuff (3,949 words, rated T)
After a Potions accident leaves Harry and Draco without a verbal filter, they have no choice but to communicate with each other through letters. Forced to work together to catch up and complete their Potions project on time, secrets they have both been withholding eventually spill out along the way.
Famous Last Words by drarrymadhatter and @ladderofyears (6,298 words, rated M)
When unsigned love letters addressed to him begin spontaneously appearing around the castle, Draco is not amused. In an effort to make them stop - or at least to make them stop appearing in public places with permanent sticking charms - he writes back.
Handling Snakes by @potter-loves-malfoy (7,074 words, rated T)
Draco Malfoy is content with his life as a psychologist in the Muggle world. Sure, the tube is a nightmare, and it would be nice to use magic without worrying about being discreet, but it's good for the most part. When he starts treating a client for their fear of snakes, he realizes that his safe, comfortable, Muggle life won't be that way for long. It really doesn't help that he might have a slight aversion to snakes. There's no avoiding it now; he needs Harry Potter. Only for his snakes, of course.
To Auld Acquaintance by @cavendishbutterfly, @corvuscrowned, @sorrybutblog, @fictional (8,326 words, rated T)
After Draco returns from a stint in Paris, neither Harry nor Draco seem to know how to talk to each other. As usual, they make it literally everyone else's problem.
Featuring: texts, letters, emails, and further shenanigans.
Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (10,258 words, rated T)
Dear Mr Potter, The answer is, and will remain, a no.
Sincerely, Draco Malfoy Accounts Manager, Phoenix Press
How to Fool Your Friends (And Get a Boyfriend in the Process ) by @famoustruth and @orpheous87 (10,332 words, rated T)
Fed up with their friends trying to set them up, Harry and Draco decide to pretend to be a couple in public. They plan their every move through their letters, but what they didn't plan for were the very real feelings that make themselves known.
Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (14,848 words, rated M)
Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?
There are many benefits to being a marine biologist by @tedahfromtayla (19,088 words, rated T)
There is something about Harry that constantly calls Draco back to Britain. No matter how far he tries to run, he can't outrun his stubborn heart, or the history of his family.
Bonne Foi, Draco Malfoy by @badwolfblues (19,399 words, rated E)
At twenty-five, Draco Malfoy has to return to England to do something about the Manor, and Harry Potter won’t leave him alone. His years-old crush on Potter is reignited over repairs, mermaid lemonades, and pocket owl messages.
Butterflies in Winter by Justlikewriting (19,725 words, rated M)
Of course Harry had known that Malfoy’d been sent to Azkaban, but, to be honest, since the trials Harry hadn’t really thought of the git at all anymore. A random visit to Slug and Jiggers was about to drastically change that, though.
And whose exactly were those letters that Harry found there?
Dear Stranger by @iero0 (22,751 words, rated T)
The one thing more pointless than falling in love with an anonymous wizard over a correspondence is falling in love with Harry Potter when you’re Draco Malfoy.
*Check out the Happy Hour rec of this fic by @ladderofyears
All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (32,826 words, rated E)
Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.
The Art of Thank You Notes by fictionclaw (82,232 words, rated E)
A few years after the war, Harry receives a ministry notice that Draco Malfoy’s house arrest will soon be lifted and that the wand he has kept may be sent to the ministry. He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the wand directly to Malfoy Manor with a note.
But one letter swiftly follows another and Malfoy sneaks his way into Harry's every day life without either of them minding.
Or; Harry and Draco find reasons to write letters to each other and Black heirlooms and family histories are uncovered while they figure out why that is. Lunch dates, careful friendship, confusing feelings and Draco's art included.
Save the Date by @mallstars (122,954 words, rated E)
In the twelve years after the war, Harry attends sixteen weddings. As friends and acquaintances vow their lives to one another, he watches quietly from the sidelines. Step by step, Harry pieces himself back together, builds a life from the wreckage of his past and falls, slowly and thoroughly, for Draco Malfoy.
A story told in sixteen parts, of patient and transformative love, of queerness, of reaching out and holding on. Featuring plenty of pining, Gilderoy Lockhart getting married in a fever dream of glitter and product placement, and Rita Skeeter spitting a steady stream of venom at Harry and Draco's every move.
❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️
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elcieford · 1 month
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Valentine's Day in the Room of Requirement a little Dramione fanfic one-shot | AO3
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"Another Valentine’s Day and I find I’m back here in the Room of Hidden Things. Or Requirement. Whatever makes your swotty brain feel better about calling it. 
Why does this day make me think of you? Why do I feel the need to write to you again? Admittedly, I hate myself for it, especially as I know I’m going to continue on with this letter. Maybe next year I’ll have pulled my stupid head out of my stupid arse."
Or - Every Valentine's Day Draco finds himself writing to the one witch everyone thinks he hates... which he does. Doesn't he?
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wangxianficrecs · 3 months
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💙 Between the Lines by Witch_Nova221
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💙 Between The Lines
by Witch_Nova221 (@witchnova221)
M, 153k, Wangxian
Summary: As Wei Wuxian walks a lonely road, he writes frequently to Lan Wangji in Cloud Recesses, unable to receive a reply as he moves from place to place. When fate forces him to remain in place for longer than anticipated, his friend is finally able to reply. With a page and distance between them, words come easier and slowly they come to an understanding of their feelings for each other. When Lan Wangji receives an unexpected letter from Wei Wuxian's hosts though, his hopes of a future for the pair of them is shattered. Refusing to give up, Lan Wangji makes a journey and learns to read between the lines of the story he has been told. Kay's comments: This story. THIS STORY. I was reading it when it first came and out and I have found myself re-reading it frequently, because I like to hurt myself. No worries, there's a happy ending, but... BUT! There's going to be a part in this story where you won't believe that a happy end is truly coming, but it is coming, I promise. It follows The Untamed canon, with Lan Wangji becoming Chief Cultivator and Wei Wuxian travelling and then they start exchanging letters and they confess~ Very sweet, if it wasn't for the heavy angst (which I also love and live for.) And also, impecable found family vibes in this one <3 It starts with as an epistolary but not the entire story is written as an exchange of letters. Excerpt: I do hope you will find time to send a line or two, even if it is just to let me know that you are all well. I keep you all in my thoughts and in my prayers if I ever do pass a shrine that calls to me. Think of your old friend won’t you. I think of you often. As always, I hope you are safe and well and happy. Oh and I shall fathom another guess, as I do every letter, of the title of your song. Today I think it works along the lines of 'ode to a ridiculous boy who is daft enough to get half chewed upon by an ancient tortoise'. Am I close yet? Will you tell me if I have already guessed it in my other letters? I look forward to knowing when I finally get it right. Faithfully yours Wei Wuxian
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actual-bill-potts · 10 months
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Quellë 2, F.A. 465
A Letter from the King of Nargothrond to the Lord of Doriath
To Elu Thingol, Lord of Doriath:
Greetings from the King of Nargothrond! I hope that all remains well in Doriath, and that the recent skirmishes along your eastern border have not claimed many lives.
I write to you now on behalf of one whom I love. His name is Beren, son of that Barahir by whose valor my life was preserved not ten years past, in the Battle of Sudden Flame. I believe you have recently met him, the child of one who was dear to me and is now lost beyond recall.
He came to me recently in some distress. He says that he has given his heart to Lúthien your daughter, and she to him, and that they wish to be wed. He tells me also that you have forbidden it, unless he brings to you a Silmaril in his hand.
Allow me first to apologize for any breach of etiquette or other impoliteness which he may have displayed in your court. Recall that the lives of Men are short, leaving them often without much time to learn the finer points of our traditions; recall also that this Man has been long away from any kingdom, having fought valiantly against our common Enemy. Beren’s heart is good, and his thoughts are all of kindness and compassion; if he has offended you in such a way, it was assuredly unintentional, and I am prepared to take full responsibility.
Second, may I ask: is it true that you have set him this terrible bride-price? I trust Beren’s word implicitly, but he was doubtless in great distress during his initial audience with you, and it is possible he may have misunderstood your meaning. If so, please write to me at once, and I will clear his mind of any doubt.
If he understood you aright, I beg you to reconsider. I know it must have been shocking for a mortal to appear in your court, and I can well understand your anger at what you must have seen as great impertinence. But I also know you to be lordly and wise, and if you are quick to anger you are also generous with forgiveness. Please, rescind this decree. Beren’s Oath to you hangs heavy about his shoulders. I would not have him go alone to terrible Thangorodrim. If your answer is no, then let it be no; do not give him false hope.
But finally, my family in blood and law both, I ask this of you: is there aught I can do to change your mind? Beren has neither father nor mother living, but he is my own heart’s-son, and I am willing to stand for him in whatever manner you may require. If it is craft-work that you desire, I will give as a bride-price near anything you ask - indeed, if you wish it, I will give the Nauglamír itself to you, passed on in joy and friendship as it was given to me. I know how dear Lúthien is to your heart, and that you would not make such a decision lightly.
Beren is mortal, and his passing will doubtless bring her great grief, and all his wisdom and the flame of his spirit cannot compare to your bright daughter’s. Yet he is kind and brave, gentle and good - and if Lúthien has given her heart to him in truth, then there is grief awaiting her no matter what path she takes. Please allow her this brief joy, which will yet be bright for all its shortness.
I hope you will forgive my forwardness in writing about a matter which must be tender still, and about a subject so very dear to you; but I hope you will receive this letter in the spirit of friendship and love in which it is intended.
With all goodwill,
Finrod, King of Nargothrond, of the House of Olu
Quellë 2, F.A. 465
A Letter from the King of Nargothrond to Galadriel, a Lady in Melian’s Court
Sister -
This letter will be brief, for I have already slaved away half the night over a letter to our grandfather’s brother, and I have many meetings with counsellors ere I can rest. But my heart is heavy and I am full of foreboding; and even when you are not here I find it a comfort to unburden my mind to you on the page. Most excellent Galadriel!
Young Beren arrived to Nargothrond today - I recall telling you his name, when he was born, but do not know if you have met him. He is the son of Barahir (whose name you certainly recall!) and he is in great distress. It seems that he has fallen in love with Lúthien, and she with him, and Elwë has set a brideprice of a Silmaril. I have written to him, asking him to reconsider his words (which must have been rash - surely he was not serious!).
Ah, another pin has dropped from the clock, and I must away. Time is rushing through my hands. Artanis, there is a shadow on my heart. Celegorm and Curufin will be deeply angered when they hear the news, and already they have more influence among the court than I would like. I hate to think so ill of them (they have been staunch allies for so long - and Celebrimbor is of an age with Finduilas, and makes her smile!), but there is already so much fear in Nargothrond: the Necromancer sent it rushing ahead of him when Tol Sirion fell. I do not wish anyone to think that Doriath is our enemy. We are not beset! We have friends all around. I must keep reminding myself.
Please write soon. News from Doriath would be a comfort!
Ingoldo
Quellë 8, F.A. 465
A Letter from the Lord of Doriath to the King of Nargothrond
Finrod:
You ask for what you do not - cannot - understand. My daughter is more dear to me than any necklace, no matter how fine; to offer gems or gold is a grave insult. Even a Silmaril could not outshine her presence.
I was entirely serious in my proclamation to Beren. If my daughter wishes to marry a mortal, he must be great among Men, mighty enough to face Morgoth in the manner of the Queen Melian. I will not allow my daughter to be without protection.
If Beren is not strong enough for this task, let him remain in Nargothrond, an it please you! There you may lavish upon him all the fine works of your hands, if you prefer to waste them on a mortal - but in truth even the thought of him dwelling in the caves of my gift disgusts me. He has cut my daughter to the heart, and she grieves for what she cannot - must not! - have.
Consider the matter closed, and do not test my patience so again. This is a time of deep trial for our family.
Sincerely,
Elu Thingol
Quellë 12, F.A. 467
A Letter from the King of Nargothrond to Galadriel, a Lady in Melian’s Court
Dear Galadriel,
You will doubtless laugh when you read this, but I confess I found myself a little worried when I received a letter from Elwë and no accompanying missive from you. I know you are terribly busy with Melian and her attendants, and that you travel often - doubtless you have not even seen my letter, and are doing unspeakable things with Celeborn somewhere in the wilds of Doriath. (Do NOT tell me about them!)
Well, at least now I have a spare moment to myself, and can sit down to tell you all that has happened. My other letter was quite vague, I know (most unlike me, you will say, I am sure! Where is Ingoldo, who seldom uses one word when ten or twelve would do! There, I have teased myself for you, and now you need not do it), and I shall remedy this fault now.
I assume that you were not in the court of Doriath the day Beren came (I am sure I would have heard from you if you had been!), so I will set down the events as I understand them. Perhaps this will settle my whirling mind. I cannot truly take in what has happened.
Barahir is slain, and his wife Emeldir gone; but his son Beren survived, and after making quite a name for himself as the sole defender of Dorthonion, after a time he made his way to Doriath. He will not tell me how (and to be honest I fear to guess!), but there in the woods he met our cousin, and his heart flew forth to meet hers, and hers to his.
They were happy for awhile; then Thingol discovered them and grew quite angry. He demanded what I mentioned in the last letter (a Silmaril for a brideprice: just in case the missive has been lost!) and cast Beren out of Doriath. Beren, not knowing where else to turn, came to Nargothrond - and I am so glad he did, for my heart bleeds to see a son of the People of Bëor so deeply hurt. He has been alone for so long, he says, and wished for death ere Lúthien came. I wish
I am getting off the track. It gladdens my heart to see Beren unharmed - I cannot tell you how it gladdens me! - but his arrival has brought with it tumult - and I am already stretched in so many directions! Beren is quite determined to assault Thangorodrim - alone, if he must - and I convinced him to wait and allow me to treat with Elwë, but I awake every morning afraid that he has gone in the night. 
To tell the truth, if anyone could succeed, it will be Beren Barahir’s son. You have heard of his prowess against Morgoth; all have. And sometimes there is a look on his eyes - such a look! As if the hand of Vairë herself was on his shoulder, and the face of Námo turned away from him! There are fell deeds coming, and I can only hope they will be ours and not our Enemy’s.
But that is not the only trouble. Celegorm and Curufin have heard of Beren’s quest. I know not how, for I have spoken of it only with Beren himself, and that seldom - but nonetheless they know of it. Curufin claims that he was on his way to speak with me when he heard the Silmaril mentioned, and perforce must listen, and decided not to interrupt us. I do not wish to disbelieve him; but Sister, the air in Nargothrond has grown dark. (I wish you were here! You are so steadfast and so practical that the shadows in my mind flee before you. I do not know yet if this shadow is in my mind only.)
It has occurred to me - though reluctantly - that the Eldar who serve Curufin and Celegorm could overset Nargothrond quite easily. The greater part of our force is gone. We lost so many to the Sudden Flame I should not have sought our brothers so rashly, perhaps and more to Tol Sirion (now Tol-in-Gaurhoth! A terrible name!). Gladly I welcomed our cousins when they came with many in their vanguard; but they stand so often apart now, and more and more of my people come to me with complaints. The Fëanorian soldiers are rude, I am told; they often fail to show up for their assigned rotations; they mock us for taking shelter so far south (this last, I find a little ironic, at least). 
But each time, I tell them I will speak to the Fëanorian lords, and each time I do, and Celegorm sighs and shakes his head and Curufin looks angry and tells me he will do his best, and I cannot fault them for it. It is hard to lead, particularly in such times. The fates of Maglor and Caranthir are not yet known, and little Celebrimbor was badly injured in the flight from Himlad and has only just recovered. No wonder they are short-tempered. Perhaps I am too unkind. (Doubtless you would tell me I am too kind, and ought to have thrown them out to land where they may; but you did not see them when they arrived!)
And there, I have lost the thread again. But I am too tired to cross much out and start over, so you will simply have to read an overabundance of words (and there, you do not need to mock me, I have done it twice already for you! Truly it is like having you here). 
I was telling you that our cousins know of Beren’s quest. Curufin came to speak to me the other night. He was quite angry. He asked when I planned to tell him news that was of such import to his family; I replied that I was aware of how grievous the insult was, but that Thingol was greatly wroth, and that I am even now asking him to retract his words. Curufin merely snorted at that and walked away. (He has quite an inelegant snort for such a shapely nose, have you noticed? Of course you have.)
Well - that is all the news. Please write soon, and tell me all the news from Doriath! I hope you are well.
All my love,
Ingoldo
Quellë 12, F.A. 467
A Letter from the King of Nargothrond to the Lord of Doriath
To Elu Thingol, Lord of Doriath:
Greetings! I hope you will forgive the shakiness of my hand; many matters have required my attention the past days. I hope you will also, as you have done many times before, forgive my presumption in writing back.
I wish to apologize for any insult taken when I offered a brideprice on Beren’s behalf. As you know, I love Lúthien well, and have known her for many years: please believe me when I say that her friendship and happiness is worth far more to me, as well, than any gem could ever be. I merely meant to advocate for a very dear friend.
Ever you have been lordly and gracious in your dealings with Men: with the people of Bëor, with the House of Hador, most of all to the Haladin. I ask you to be so once again. Please, if only for the sake of solidarity against our common Enemy, retract the demand you have made of Beren. Invoking a Silmaril will only enrage allies that we - that I - cannot afford to lose, whatever your opinion of them otherwise. 
I know that you want your daughter to be well-protected. Could Beren not come to dwell in Doriath? Or, if you wish it, both could come to dwell here in Nargothrond until Beren’s brief span of life is finished. They would dwell in peace and happiness, and I would protect your daughter with my life.
Yours ever in friendship,
Finrod, King of Nargothrond, of the House of Olu
Quellë 20, F.A. 465
A Letter from the Lord of Doriath to the King of Nargothrond
Finrod:
My daughter weeps now in her great house in a tree, where her love for a mortal has forced her to reside. She seeks always to escape this safe haven and chase after your Beren. She seeks to follow him into the arms of Death!
I cannot allow it. I have loved my daughter for longer than you have been alive. You know Lúthien’s bright spirit; until now I had not doubted your love for your cousin! Now I wonder that your loyalty towards those who murdered your mother’s kin looms larger in your mind than thoughts of my only daughter.
I say this with no little regret: I will not open any further missives from you until the mortal who has so grieved my daughter is gone from the world. Letters to your sister, of course, will be delivered. I will not deprive you of your kin as you seek to deprive me of mine.
Sincerely,
Elu Thingol
Quellë 24, F.A. 465
A Letter from the King of Nargothrond to Galadriel, a Lady in Melian’s Court
Dear Galadriel,
I am afraid.
There, I have said it! And you may (I hope!) laugh at me later for it. Since I last wrote, Curufin no longer smiles at me at all, and Celegorm often brushes by me without a word. They can see the hand of the Weaver upon Beren, and in return I can see their Oath coiling about them. And my own Oath drives me, and not my word of honor only, but the love I bear for Beren, and all his forefathers! You know of whom I speak.
Artanis, little sister, I write this in haste, for I will soon go before my people and ask their aid in assaulting Angband itself. If I do not, Beren will go on his own; I could not keep from him Thingol’s refusal and since then he has been afire to be gone. If you were here perhaps I could find Despite the multitude of names I have been given, I find I have very little wisdom at need. I know it is unwise, and foolish, and that I am almost certainly leaving you, my dearest little sister (I can practically hear you telling me, “I am your only sister!” so let me assure you that you are dearest as well as only - and little) with another loss, and if you never forgive me it will be quite merited. But I cannot let him go alone. I cannot. Please understand
I did try (for I know you will ask). I tried to tell him that he should give her up, learn to live without her. But I saw in his eyes the same look I once saw in Aikanáro’s, of bright fervent hope, and I could not bear to see it turn to despair. Already we will lose Aikanáro to the Halls. Beren will not have even that peace in the end. 
Sister, you know already, I can see your mind churning. Yes, Curufin and Celegorm will not allow this to stand, they outnumber us by far, yes, I know, even if I keep my life I will lose my kingdom
No, I cannot pretend. You know what I saw, long ago, here in the place I love. I will not be returning. I hope it does not hurt too much
Galadriel - Artanis - Nerwen - little sister, I love you. Think not of me with bitterness.
I must go. I love you.
Ingoldo
Quellë 26, F.A. 465
A Letter from the Lady Galadriel of Doriath to the King of Nargothrond (unopened by him)
Ingoldo,
I am sorry I have not written in so long. Doubtless when I arrive home tomorrow there will be quite the stack of letters awaiting my attention! Celeborn and I have been traveling away from Menegroth, visiting the Hills of the Birds. We chanced upon a messenger just now and so I am seizing the chance to write a quick note to you, that you may not worry - for I am sure it will take me some time to respond to the many long missives you see fit to send to me in lieu of visiting.
I hope all is well in Nargothrond, and that our wretched cousins are not causing you any trouble, and that you have not worn out too many pens admonishing me to write back more quickly. This trip has been delightful in every respect (don’t make that face, brother) and has made me think perhaps we ought to chance a trip to your kingdom soon. The roads, I hear, are much better than they were now that things have settled a bit. And in truth I am restless, and I miss you.
There, now you cannot say I never show affection.
All my love,
Galadriel
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aeor-is-for-reccing · 3 months
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EPISTOLARY: A Shadowgast Rec List
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This week, we have fics that feature an epistolary format! Check under the cut for 9 fics that are told through the format of letters, and don't forget to comment and kudos if you like them!
you're the one to change your story by idontreallylikebutterflies (4009, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Essek sends a letter apologising the Mighty Nein. He and Caleb start exchanging letters.
Reccer says: I liked it!
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Another Time, Another Place by Operafloozy (9780, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Essek Thelyss figured out a way to travel through time and bend reality to his will. Bren Ermendrud, Volstrucker for the Dwendalian Empire, acquired the Shadowhand’s notes, and led history in a different direction.
Reccer says: A very fun read, a lot of really good world building!
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To Have Owned the Sun by Dragonslaeyr (59213, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Caleb Widogast goes to Rumblecusp to finally meet Essek Thelyss, who has been his correspondent for years. There's only one problem: no one on the island has heard of Essek.
Reccer says: It's an extremely atmospheric mystery with a wonderful supporting cast - the snippets of correspondence only make it better.
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gods upturning inkpots by essektheylyss (divinationwizard) (6833, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Caleb and Essek start exchanging letters, without acknowledging them out loud.
Reccer says: The PINING in these wizards, from small notes in Aeor to full blown (love) letters at Caleb’s home, still never talking of it. And Beau was amazing at the end
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The Care and Keeping of a Human Lover by Essek Thelyss by measuringtheabyss (2159, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death
Essek discusses the best practices, difficult moments, and interesting hurdles involved in dating someone of a shorter lifespan, using his personal experience with his anonymous human lover, "Caleb".
Reccer says: This will make you cry (positive)
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Love Letters to Toss Into the Fire by Anonymous (59420, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Essek and Caleb exchange letters over a longer period of time and try to figure out what they are to each other.
Reccer says: It's so creative! It's such a interesting take how Essek and Caleb write letter with the help of magic.
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As per my last email by LivThael (11651, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Essek Thelyss is an asshole with a questionable taste in spreadsheets. Caleb Widogast has more important and certainly more interesting things to do than filing travel expense claims. A series of mails turns into a escalating meeting.
Reccer says: I liked it!
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A tale as old as time: A historical analysis of Jester Lavorre’s romance novel ‘Delights and Delusions’ by LivThael (17063, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes, Arranged marriage
An appendix of a research paper with love letters between Essek and Caleb.
Reccer says: I love these types of experimental fics and the author has done an amazing job! With academics looking at the past and seeing glimpses of Essek and Caleb’s lives, the gossipy newspapers and the implied story between the letters
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As per my last email by LivThael (11651, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Essek Thelyss is an asshole with a questionable taste in spreadsheets. Caleb Widogast has more important and certainly more interesting things to do than filing travel expense claims. A series of mails turns into a escalating meeting.
Reccer says: I liked it!
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The following fic received three recs!
the hole in the stone by MinnesotaBruja (13243, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Pet Death
Shortly post-Cognouza, Essek takes a position as a lighthouse keeper on a remote island north of Eiselcross. These are his letters to Caleb.
Reccer 1 says: I liked it! Reccer 2 says: A absolutely lovely use of the medium. It's fascinating learning the world through Essek's eyes using only what he would willingly admit to Caleb Reccer 3 says: Incredibly moving, this fic changed me
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raaorqtpbpdy · 9 months
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Batman's Bird Watching Scrapbook
This fic for the @batfam-big-bang was written for @jube-art's AU concept and artwork. The way the fic is done up, it just... it would be way too much work to post all 35 chapters on tumblr, so you get the first one, and the AO3 links. So far, the first 4 parts are up on AO3.
There are two versions of this fic.
The Cool Version, which has all the coding and formatting to make it look like an actual scrapbook. And
The Simplified Version, which does not have all the coding and formatting to make it cleaner and easier to read on mobile.
Chapter 1: Arrival of Haly's Circus in Gotham
The circus wouldn't normally attract my attention, but Alfred had been telling me shortly before, to lighten up and do something fun. I think he could tell that my mission had been taking me to a particularly dark place at that time. I snapped at him when he made the suggestion, and ended up taking it as a way to apologize to him. I had no idea what awaited me. — Bruce W.
Gotham Gazette April 5, 2009 Traveling circus comes to Gotham by Bill Finger
Though known to many as a dreary city, Gotham does have its bright spots. Yesterday afternoon, Haly's International Traveling Circus set down in Amusement Mile and set up their striped big top in the fairgrounds on the waterfront.
Performances begin tomorrow at 6 P.M. and are planned to continue daily until the night of April 18th, so be sure to get your ticket to see the show while they're still in town.
Haly's Circus boasts a wide variety of acts, carnival games, and sideshows including performances of trained, live, wild animals. Among those animals are Zitka the Asian elephant, and lions Gunther and Gurbel who perform alongside Wild Wilhelm the Lion Tamer. Haly's talented horseback dancer Linda Grey does the ballet atop Dungi the Zebra.
I had the privilege of being able to interview Mister Haly before opening day, though he was very busy, and am excited to pass on some of the highlights of what he shared with me.
"We've got all sorts here," he said, "all your standard circus folk, like Sando the strongman, Pedro the dwarf, our knife-thrower Zane and his lovely assistant Zephyr, a fabulously talented group of fire-dancers, as well as the greatest menagerie of clowns you'll find in any traveling circus around the world, if I do say so myself."
I asked him what made his circus special, and Mr. Haley was more than happy to answer me. "Well, sir, our circus may have many acts you've seen before, contortionists, and magicians, and a pair of stunning tattooed ladies, but you've never seen anything like the Flying Graysons," he claimed.
The main event at Haly's Circus, the Flying Graysons, Mary, John, and their son, are widely regarded as among the most skilled acrobats on Earth, with their young son, Richard, holding the high esteem of being the youngest acrobat in history capable of successfully performing a quadruple flip on the trapeze.
As if that weren't impressive enough, the Flying Graysons fearlessly perform all their daring trapeze stunts without a net. You'll definitely want to stay until the end to catch their closing act.
(showtimes for Haly's International Traveling Circus listed on pg. 14)
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cherryblossomlion · 2 months
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A Letter from Mizu
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Now to send a reply to that troublesome onryo...
Thanks so much for starting this project, @todaywefvight. Doing the most for our girls!!!
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polutrope · 8 months
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#messages through the fence intro post.
1. Parchment copy of a clay tablet (lost) containing a list of names.
Provenance of original: Eglarest.
Provenance of parchment copy: Balar.
Now stored in the archives of Imladris.
Probable Date: Years of Darkness, some 30 Sun Years or 3 Valian Years before the Sun’s first rising.
[F]EANARO CURUFINWE. KING. SLAIN. TURCAFINWE. REG[ENT].[1] CANAFIN[WE]. LOREMASTER.[2] MORIFINWE NELYAFINWE. THRALL OR S[LAIN?].[3] TWO OTHERS[4]
COMMENTARY
This, the first document we have pertaining to relations between the Noldor and Doriath, has interesting implications for the state of those relations in the earliest years of the Exiles settling in Beleriand.
The inaccuracies and incomplete knowledge of the names and roles of the sons of Fëanor provide evidence of the widely-accepted belief that the Fëanorians did not communicate directly with Menegroth following their arrival in Beleriand (I would emphasise that we do not know if Fëanor attempted to do so and was unsuccessful, if it was an oversight, or—as many historians assume—a deliberate choice).
My grandfather Celeborn, who was an archer under the command of Mablung at this time and not active in the court of Doriath, was unfortunately not present for the delivery of this tablet. However, he presumes, and I agree, that it would have accompanied an oral report of the Dagor-nuin-Giliath, given that the death of Fëanor and capture of Maedhros have already taken place. It is purely speculation on my part, but it seems probable that this tablet may have accompanied the first message to reach Doriath following the end of the siege of the Falas.
Lord Círdan could sadly offer no further insight on the tablet, save that he could not recall ordering its creation personally.[5]
Of interest to historians of language, this is one of the few documents we have that transliterates (somewhat clumsily)[6] Quenya into the Certhas Daeron. Most lettered Sindar quickly learned and adopted the Fëanorian Tengwar for writing, including in their own tongue, due to the greater ease of using this script with ink on paper (a method of writing introduced, of course, by the Noldor). It is also interesting for the evidence it provides that use of the Certh among the Sindar could be practical as well as commemorative and artistic.
FOOTNOTES
[1] As we know from later sources, the regency of the Noldor at this time was contested. Evidence from Mithrim, though scant, names Maglor as Regent or even King of the Noldor.
[2] The title Loremaster is likely due to cultural confusion with the usual practice among the Sindar. [The practice was for a ruler to appoint a single individual as chief minstrel and loremaster, the most notable example being Daeron of Doriath. B.B.]
[3] Reading of the last word uncertain.
[4] The existence but not the names of Fëanor’s two youngest sons were evidently known to the Falathrim at this time. The likeliest explanation for the absence of the second Curufinwë is by confusion with his father.
[5] [Being somewhat less wise and prudent about these matters than the Lord of the Havens and the Lady Arwen, I have been unable to resist making my own speculations. Could Círdan’s messenger have created the tablet himself as a memory aid? This seems improbable for an Elf, but perhaps more likely given the foreign tongue of the names! B.B.]
[6] [For which, consult Lady Arwen's original. My skills as a translator are inadequate to replicate this feature. B.B.]
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aziraphales-library · 2 months
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Hello,
I want to start by saying thank you for all your hard work. I’m trying to find a fic that’s set post S2 where Aziraphale writes an AITA post and people respond to said post and it’s updates? Thank you so much!
I believe you're looking for...
The Front Page of the Internet by Oneshotshipper, seashadows (M)
Following their breakup, Aziraphale reaches out to the internet on his celestial smartphone, searching for a certain answer regarding a certain demon: "AITA for quasi-rejecting him?" The responses are exactly what you might expect.
- Mod D
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bia-wayne-west · 1 month
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MASTERLIST
MASTERLIST HARRY POTTER
Hello, welcome to my Masterlist. Here are all my imagines from Harry Potter. Hope you like.
To make it easier for you to find the imagines you’re looking for, I’ve made a few changes to let you know what kind of story it is.
Fluffy: It is indicated by ☆
Drabble: It is indicated by the text in italic
Angst: It is indicated by the bold text
Smut: It is indicated by ♡
🦋 Credits for those who made these incredible fan arts 🦋
Updated on: 02/20/2024
Dramione:
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IN YOU PAIN | Dramione Fanfiction
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lizziestudieshistory · 9 months
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26.06.2023 - I'm really enjoying having the days back to myself again, I've got a long summer ahead before I start teaching properly in September. I'm hoping to use this time to work on my mental health, as it's taken a real knock the last two years, and do a lot of the things I've been putting off.
Anyway, I've finally set up my new desk! I don't need a proper desk anymore, so I've gone for a vintage writing bureau (with shelving that I still need to sort!) I've also updated my reading journal and started reading Evelina. I'm having a lot of fun with this one so far - I do love a good epistolary novel, there's nothing quite like them!
Currently reading: Evelina by Frances Burney (and a lot of academic articles!)
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