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2/13/2022 There's No Sex In Tolkien!

Reposted from DeviantArt. Crossposted. I am aware that many functional links in the original article are nonfunctional here...if I am able to repair them I will but the simplest solution is to enable my laziness and please read the article on DA >.> https://www.deviantart.com/annellspethraven/journal/There-s-No-Sex-in-Tolkien-906967266

This essay is written for those who have read perhaps the Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, maybe even bits of the Silmarillion, and hold a general conviction that since J.R.R. Tolkien’s genre was one of High Fantasy, so nobody has any business placing explicit content amidst his creation when writing fanfiction or creating adaptations. That to do so is a desecration, a denigration, a cheapening and destruction of the lofty and noble themes and atmosphere the Professor created, in order to titillate or make a buck; that those doing so have no true understanding of what Tolkien is about or they would never bring such crassness down upon that cathedral of lofty brilliance whose sanctity blazes with the Trees of Valinor.

If one has read this far, I propose that there is indeed more to consider if it is possible to set aside rigidly held opinions for a short time, to examine a far broader set of ideas and views. This essay will ask one to imagine that one stands on a stepping stone, one of many stones arranged along the edge of a circle. There is no one else present; only the person reading these words and the request that will be made to step from stone to stone with the presentation of each new concept. At the end, we will have returned to the beginning; the reader may do with what has been presented as they wish.

To begin I want to mention why sex anywhere at all in literature is problem; it is taboo. Oxford Languages defines ‘taboo’ as a social or religious custom prohibiting or forbidding discussion of a particular practice or forbidding association with a particular person, place, or thing. Stefan Horlacher notes in his chapter Taboo, Transgression, and Literature: An Introduction: “Both temporally and geographically, the phenomena of taboo and transgression can be considered omnipresent, that is existent in all societies or cultures and at all times. If the ubiquity of taboos and their influence on social structures is generally accepted with regard to the past, which a narcissistic and supposedly enlightened present all too often views with condescension if not outright derision, what is remarkable is the fact that taboos not only continue to exist but that they can actually be said to be flourishing…Thus, even in modern or postmodern and supposedly enlightened Western societies, taboos are still pervasive, the controversies just mentioned being only the tip of the iceberg of an ongoing cultural struggle with, against and in favor of taboos; a struggle which, as the above examples demonstrate, is especially well reflected, documented and hard fought in literature and the arts, and which ultimately can be traced back to the very origins of humankind. Wilhelm Wundt has called taboos ‘the oldest unwritten code of humanity’.”

Wait, wait, wait! That is not what we are supposed to be discussing! The topic at hand is not all the literature out there, nobody cares about that. We’re here for Tolkien, the Lord of the Rings, the Hobbit, the Silmarillion, the grand mythos.

Yeah, okay. The fabulous creation of the Legendarium of Arda, the sum of Tolkien’s world from the moment in which the Creator Eru begins the Ainulindalë and weaves the Song that will become the world of Arda (Earth) and all contained within and all to follow may seem like it is utterly lofty, just as the Bible does.

Joseph Pearce, author of many books on Tolkien, is cited by Dr. Albert Mohler, a theologian who will receive some attention later in this article. Between the two of these men here is a quote from Dr. Mohler who notes that Pearce argues “... that Tolkien’s literary characters ‘are certainly not sexless in the sense of being asexual but, on the contrary, are archetypically and stereotypically sexual.’ Pearce makes this claim, notwithstanding the fact that there is no sexual activity or overt sexual enticement found in Tolkien’s tales.”

Oh, Dr. Mohler, wearing the rose-colored glasses of those who must not have read too closely. Whoopsie! Aside from paragraphs of treatise on Elven sexuality in Laws and Customs Among the Eldar (which however genteel, sounded pretty sexual to me…because you know, they were at least partially about sex…) What about that most famous case of dubious consent, the tale of Eöl and Aredhel (we won’t discuss the abandoned version)? How about the unquestioned marital rape of Tar-Miriel by Ar-Pharazôn, or that messiest of messes known as Niënor and Túrin and their unborn child? Ponder ‘what do you think the culture of the fallen Númenoreans looked like under Annatar at its worst, posies and fruit trays?’ – oh, pardon me, I am certain the men only curbed their appetites at blood sacrifice… But wait, let us imagine further…

Mannish culture was broken into the good (faithful descendants of Elros, the Dúnedain), the not bad (the line of the Stewards of Gondor) and the…it’s complicated (let’s just encompass that whole mess between Dunlendings, the Drúedain and Rohan and leave it be) by somewhere in the Second Age. There were also the Northmen, leaning toward faraway Gondor…or not. It depended on which group was under discussion; a function of where they lived (Rhovanion or east of the Blue Mountains). Then of course there were the Easterlings and the Haradrim and the Black Númenoreans. What did that look like? There were no women ill-used anywhere nor children, in the midst of the mannish cultures? I’ll believe it of the Dúnedain and the Stewards of Gondor and after that…I don my skeptical mien. Tolkien did not develop these cultures at all; they were what this writer would call ‘two-dimensional minor characters’ in his worlds. They existed but did not have a fully rendered presence.

Now wait a moment! the reader surely protests further. This essay cannot cite barely implied inappropriate circumstances common to any civilization as evidence that Tolkien’s original works contained these elements. He was trying to leave precisely this sordid reality behind; he did not describe belching or lavatories either in his text! Ah. Another important point. His text. (I am solidly in Pearce’s camp, if that was not obvious…but I shall move along to the next stepping-stone).

What is the difference between an original literary work, an adaptation, a derivative work, and a transformative work? The first defines itself, the second ordinarily means films,theatrical/dance/musical performances, broadcasts, or other imitative versions meant as a copy of the source material. A derivative work is best known as a ‘spin-off’, such as Star Trek’s original series leading to other television series also set in the world of Star Trek. Transformative literary works are less familiar to many; they take the original story and add in so much original content, alter the preconceptions of the original author’s setting or characters and/or push some or all elements beyond what he or she ever envisioned.

Why do these definitions matter? Because… whether or not any element belongs in any media is wholly a function of what the current work’s creators seek to accomplish. Nobody will like to hear this but the truth is, if a reader wants content that is the precise imitation of the original author…read the original author. Do not attend the movie, gnash one’s keyboard on Twitter concerning the impending Amazon television series, etc.

Those things still should not be created! They are wrong! Impure! Tolkien is rolling in his grave!

I attended Enyalië at the Tolkien Society’s annual convention via video conference, and I can assure you that his final resting place is intact; I witnessed the solemn graveside ceremony.

Henceforth, this essay centers on the very long fanfiction titled At the Edge of Lasg’len I co-author with my friend Stevie; it becomes my apology in the lesser used sense of the word for why I disagree that anything at all is amiss in this, our world. Our obviously fictitious but fully realized and meticulously integrated world of Lasg’len, that imagines the far future Ages of the world Tolkien created but meshes seamlessly both with his Legendarium and real modern Ireland (and by extension the rest of the world). Apology, definition courtesy of Oxford Languages: A reasoned argument or writing in justification of something.

So I am going to explain why, even before chapter six (hmm is it even that far?) the reader who did not heed the Explicit rating on our fanfic would, as a dear friend once quipped, be washing their eyeballs out with soap. Our fanfic is a transformative work. We did not know that clearly in the beginning but we are rock solid on it now. Though, had I understood more about writing in 2016 I might have seen the signs.

That the setting of the story was a small, fictitious Irish village in the year 2016, that I began utilizing one of Tolkien’s characters so minor that his name is not mentioned save in the Appendices (hello Elvenking Thranduil from The Hobbit) and that for many chapters what Stevie and I wanted most to portray was…two adults with very different cases of PTSD, a chess game of manipulation between an intensely intelligent but vulnerable woman and an oversexed Elf who had vastly greater power and limited options to drive her from his forest, simmering Irish memories of British Empire, an ancient neurodivergent Elf encountering humans for the first time in over ten thousand years…this story does what all literary fiction does; it studies the human condition and the human psyche. And in this case also the Elven condition and psyche.

Somewhere I read a quote that the greatness of Tolkien’s stories lie in his immortal Elves bound to Arda, unable to really die juxtaposed against mortal humans, desperate to live but doomed to pass beyond the Circles of Arda to even the Valar know not where. That too is an aspect of our tale. All psychology, all the time. Elves and humans; they are not the same but for the moment let us set that aside. At the beginning of this discussion taboo was mentioned, as to the inclusion of examining sexuality in literature.

I truncated that initial quote, but one of the references made to taboo in British literature is the infamous Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D. H. Lawrence, containing scenes so eyebrow-raisingly tame by comparison to those found in Lasg’len. Lady Chatterly commits adultery; Thranduil and Earlene unwittingly enter into the sanctity of Elven marriage…initiating the first moral ‘flip’ on the reader. What appears to be a lascivious seduction on the part of a King gone morally astray from the Valar to whom he owes spiritual obedience is not so; this King has been sent the woman who is his mental and spiritual match by the King over all Kings. Whoops, the joke is on him. Suddenly all of that Elf porn is Married Elf porn. Every faith out there, including Tolkien’s, acknowledges the sanctity of sexual relations within marriage.

I DON’T CARE, I DON’T WANT TO READ YOUR TAWDRY SEX!! IT’S NOT NECESSARY, ARE YOU DEAF OR WHAT?

Oh, but it is necessary. Back to that psychology thing? I will assume, dear reader, that you are not someone on medication or having suffered an illness or trauma that has affected the ordinary function of your humanity. In short, that you are a healthy adult past puberty who does not fall under the asexuality spectrum (which Stevie does, and even she, who has no interest in it, understands why sex is included). Most people acknowledge that the human organism needs food and water to survive, air to breathe and somewhere to sleep. Those are bare minimums to maintain life at all. Most agree that for optimal health, some form of meaningful occupation and love are ideal as well.

People have the desire to procreate, or at least the urges that lead to procreation. Some opine that humans have an inborn need to express spirituality; to believe in something greater than themselves. Sex appears to have existed as long as religious/spiritual thought. Most persons do not live on a deserted island alone or with a handful of others; we exist in societies and those have rules as to how we may obtain those aforementioned wants and needs. Food, water, sleep, work, family, a partner, sex, access to community; depending on where we are in the world each of these may be entitlements, things we must negotiate for, or are tasked to earn.

In most of the western world clean water is abundant and taken for granted; not so elsewhere. In some indigenous cultures loving acceptance of genderfluidity and sexual experiences are confusing to what the western thought tries to classify as ‘non-heteronormative behavior.’ In some western countries it is illegal to try to earn income making and selling apple pies baked in your own home if you have flour and ten apple trees. In other countries the idea that you would not try to make money selling homemade tamales is ludicrous.

The point here is that much of an individual’s experience of ‘normal’ depends on the circumstances of where one calls home; what one thinks of as necessary or ordinary can be an accident of one’s birth. Probably we can all agree, though, that the average human thinks about their essential needs, regardless of location or historical existence.

I know that every day, I think about consuming food and beverages, look forward to sleeping that night, sing and write and hope the dogs chase a squirrel up a tree, have assorted philosophical musings, and yes, have scattered thoughts of what my body is able to do for me by way of enjoyment gratis. In earlier years there were the complexities of relationships, romantic thoughts, and the heady limerence of new love. All of these are part of being me. I am a human being. So I have described myself as a whole person.

Stevie and I set out to write this book in order to examine whole people. That means a heavy leaning toward Psychology (come on Oxford Languages, do it for me one more time) which is: The scientific study of the human mind and its functions, especially those affecting behavior in a given context.

In all the given contexts the world in general and Ireland in particular can cough up…but the NO SEX IN TOLKIEN contingency wishes that we don our gloves, get out our sawzalls…okay chainsaws, those are better, cue up a really loud version of Tim O’Riordan’s Langer, and just chop those bad boys off? And the ladies get (it’s Ireland you know, they say The Word over there, the terrible one, begins with the letter between B and D….) an -ectomy, or what, so we can avoid talking about the whole person? There’s chunks missing everyone, the Vatican has put all the peenies into their boxes and the statues are safe now? Are we….feeling better?

No. I personally am being asked as a writer to warp the canvas. To crop the photo, to shorten the sheet, to downsize the home, to distort the lens. To take the entirety of what actually is present but remove some of it because…sensibilities, you know. We should talk about humanity but pretend that people go through their day without that lad there thinking that woman is fit and that he isn’t having a lustful thought…or that the woman viewing the beautiful man isn’t thinking the same. Or that when people are together, engaging in intercourse, that there is something wrong.

On the obverse side of this? There are a faction of people who are shamed for not having sexual feelings. Those are asexuals; they are a real part of the gender spectrum and not just another SJW term someone made up for the fun of it. So you can’t win if you want sex, you can’t win of you don’t want sex…wheeeee. Why is this topic coming up at all? Because assorted systems of faith have taught us to believe we are shameful. (If you do not accept this you have never met an adherent of Reformist theology.) That our naked bodies are shameful…so certainly our naked bodies having intercourse are what, ten times so? Is it half a wonder that most people out there would rather be run over in the street than disrobe in front of another person? Seriously.

Shame. Invalidation. Guilt. Crushing anxiety. Feelings of inadequacy. Isolation. Loneliness. Having no idea how to break out of this prison of the mind, with bars stronger than iron. Fantastic, isn’t it? No, it really is not. The only way out of this disgusting mire is to normalize what should never have been abnormal in the first place.

Our story does not advocate running about in the wild, for everyone to strip naked and begin fornicating. If anything, it is a careful exploration of what happens when prejudice, differing value systems, patriarchy, nationalism, a rush to judgment, persecution, gender violence, hatreds, shunning, straight up violence, and what choices a deity with a mind truly rooted in love might make.

But, those rooted in western faith might opine, this sort of nonsense is Satan’s voice, poised as the philosophy of the world and nothing other than the wide path leading off into destruction. So, I’d like to take a moment to consider some material that speaks to the core of sexuality and sexual restraint from not only the voice of Tolkien but from a theologian who I feel has addressed this subject in his own essay as elegantly as anybody could hope to. Please peruse the following essay (did I not warn this would be a longread? Oops. Never trust longfic writers) From Father to Son — JRR Tolkien on Sex - AlbertMohler.com

Dr. Mohler writes much in this essay pitching for Christian monogamy using Professor Tolkien’s intimate advisings to his sons as his vehicle. I was raised in the Catholic faith, spent considerable time in a convent setting of the Salesian Order, considered but declined a religious calling, and later in life studied the Bible in depth including gaining some facility in Koine Greek. I am not unmoved by the idealized portrait of marriage offered in the sanctified marital vision of these paragraphs. Except. There are, to my mind, a few teensy problems.

There is no doubt in my mind that Professor Tolkien chose his devotion to his faith freely and wholeheartedly. That he made it his own, fully integrating it into every aspect of his life with the fierce intelligence he applied to all his endeavors. This, indeed, is what Christian monogamy can be when it results from the steadfast determination on the part of a man and woman who have made it their personal choice to live in this manner, exercising faith to its fullest potential and greatest fulfillment. In other words, their inward determination catalyzed external action. They practiced what they preached. Edith Tolkien was surely among the most fortunate of women and wives in general; if she felt unloved or unappreciated it was not because she had a spouse who gave no effort to his calling as a husband.

Yet…what happens when this is not so? What happens when there is no inward determination, but merely the goad of societal pressure and expectation? What, then, ‘Christian monogamy’? How many women and men throughout history without the intellectual or emotional intelligence Professor Tolkien possessed were forced to wallow in miserable, failed marriages because of Church and social law; wife and children unwanted and abused in hate-filled homes where sexual, mental, physical and emotional violence were the norm because ‘Christian monogamy’ was not a celebratory blessing but a gaol from which death provided the only escape? In which marriage may have ‘sanctified and directed to its proper object’ a man’s sexual desires…if that is what one calls it when a man could lawfully demand marital rape night upon night, keeping his wife pregnant nearly every day of her childbearing years, forcing her to produce child after unwanted child that in their poverty could hardly be fed or clothed…but the priest or pastor would insist it was her wifely duty to afford her body to her husband.

Did these legions of suffering ones truly embrace their faith with full wherewithal and deep spiritual understanding? Or was the demand upon them more an accident of where they were born, throwing them under the crushing wheels of societal expectation? I know what I personally believe; that for a significant portion of individuals the pressure was applied from without. That the response was and still is one of guilt. “I am not allowed to.” “I shouldn’t because it’s wrong.” “It’s a sin.” Those are not reasoned choices. Those are inculcated responses of nebulous shame. These realities have consequences. They are named the Magdalene Laundries. The Tuam Babies. The Mother and Baby Homes. Bishop Eamon Casey fathering a child and raping his own niece. But I digress.

A secondary problem, to my mind, stems as a tangent from this paragraph in Dr. Moeller’s essay: “This is a fallen world,” Tolkien chided. “The dislocation of sex-instinct is one of the chief symptoms of the Fall. The world has been ‘going to the bad’ all down the ages. The various social forms shift, and each new mode has its special dangers: but the ‘hard spirit of concupiscence’ has walked down every street, and sat leering in every house, since Adam fell.” This acknowledgement of human sin and the inevitable results of the Fall stands in stark contrast to the humanistic optimism that was shared by so many throughout the 20th century. Even when the horrors of two world wars, the Holocaust, and various other evils chastened the century’s dawning optimism of human progress, the 20th century gave evidence of an unshakable faith in sex and its liberating power. Tolkien would have none of this.”

The Professor was just that…a Professor. White, I would presume at least solidly middle class, British, highly erudite. Christian. Male. Dr. Moeller’s essay was published November, 2020. It looks backward to the twentieth century ‘unshakable faith in sex and its liberating power.’ Is this really how the entire wide world views sex? Or is something else the case? Such as… National Geographic magazine’s January 2017 article How Science is Helping Us Understand Gender (this just gets longer and longer, doesn’t it?) which instead of trying to paint ‘sex and its liberating’ power under the devil’s demonic brush takes a humanizing look at what some religion would prefer not to. That there are people who are born with indeterminate sex; neither male nor female. That being male or female is not a function of what gonads are external on one’s body. That the desire for sex or the lack of desire for sex is not correlated to the desire or lack of desire for human companionship.

These things, (forgive me, Professor), this fallacious notion that “‘friendship’ between a young man and a young woman, supposedly free from sexual desire, would not remain untroubled by sexual attraction for long” is in fact…dependent on whether or not the two persons in question would have any attraction. This sort of reasoning is used to keep the genders apart, building phantom fears of unchasteness and inability to exercise self-control of any sort – and has nasty echoes of the same reasoning used in certain cultures that shall remain nameless as to why women must exist as black fabric-clad wraiths, erased so that the sight of them has no chance of inflaming male desire.

This reflects quite poorly on men, to say the least, who then are reduced from being human beings to elk in rut. Professor, it is the job of young men and women to form friendships with each other and learn to manage being ‘troubled by attraction,’ not to flee this obligation. That is called the exercise of will and maturity. Isolating the sexes from one another leads to warped beliefs and thinking. If I were to digress I would raise the specter of lack of education in these matters facilitating sexual harrassment and the failure to learn appropriate speech and behavior, how to obtain consent in situations pertaining to bodily interaction and other related matters…but not now.

All of modern western civilization has proven the falsehood of this. Men and women occupy the same spaces, magically able to carry on study, work and other interactions without running off to fornicate at every turn. Full disclosure? Some do fornicate. Just as have those living inside the strictures of religious proscriptions who failed to uphold them. What does one learn from this? That people have inborn sexual desire and that if they want sexual release badly enough, they will go and have it. Professor Tolkien’s views reflect English Catholicism just as Dr. Mohler’s views reflect Americanized Protestant views; some of these descend from American Puritanism. All of these denominations are kissing cousins when it comes to considerations of sexual ethics. As a footnote? While this essay does not discuss matters of race and the toxicity of racism, At the Edge of Lasg’len does. Dr. Mohler shamefully functions as one of many right-wing voices seeking to censor racial history in America and block racial justice for persons of color. Just saying, but there I go digressing again.

The discussion had veered a few paragraphs ago over to what is referred to as the ‘non-binary, the non-cis-gendered.’ The vocabulary of gender and sexuality has expanded to include a dizzying array of terms I do not wish to address here. Suffice to say they mean non-monogamous, non-heterosexual and not the traditional definition of ‘normal’ but the very use of the word ‘normal’ is a grave insult because it is a lie that ‘normal’ has ever been normal. If you do not wish to believe me, I do not feel you have not looked very hard at history, at ethnography, at the reproductive habits of the other creatures that inhabit this planet. I cannot convince anyone determined to cling to the pole-flapping banner of God Says We Must! Nobody says anyone must make any life choices they do not wish, but my central objection is that plenty of people are invested in keeping others from being able to live the lives they need in order to survive and thrive.

Please think about that last statement for a moment. Because now we are moving much closer to why there is sexual content in At the Edge of Lasg’len. A simple concept known as Live and Let Live. An even simpler idea was stated by Jesus Christ: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” This is not an exclusively Christian thought though it is sometimes portrayed as one. If you are heterosexual, would you like to be told you may not hold the hand of your male/female partner or kiss him/her chastely in public? But…do you secretly cheer it in your mind when you read about the two men that were beaten nearly to death at the train station by the lads for having done the same because ‘those faggots deserve to die?’ Then are you praising God in church on Sunday? If this paragraph is in any way relatable, I and our story plead with you to please reconsider the operation of your worldview.

Christ very clearly did not ask his followers to forge a world that matched the exercise of their own conscience. He asked them to connect thoughtfully, humbly, penitently with God in a spirit of love, being keenly aware of their own fallibility. He requested that they treat each other as they would like themselves to be treated…and by extension their mothers and fathers, wives and husbands, daughters and sons. And for those viewed as sinners, not to persecute and vilify them but to lead the way to the light by grace and example.

I can confidently assert that Tolkien never would have raised a hand against someone he viewed as being in the wrong. I do not believe his era left him free to consider the plight of those viciously abused on account of gender expression. I do think he gave considerable thought to women, more than many of his peers. But did he ponder what went on in the slums of Dublin while he was extolling the virtues of monogamy with C.S. Lewis? I…somehow do not believe so. Yes, he saw the horrors of war, but there were other sorts of horrors kept hidden from his eyes nor do I expect he went out seeking them. To anyone with even a modicum of sensitivity, it is obvious that the pages of The Silmarillion are littered with the pain and twisted nightmares of World War I.

At this time I will take the opportunity to share a few more observations made about the Professor. This falls into the category of ‘actions speak louder than words.’ I warn that this post from a valued friend contains a few instances of coarse language.

Unlike more casual writers, my partner and I have taken the deep dive to the extent we were able. We have watched the documentaries, read all we can. Obviously we could not physically be there, but we are deeply imaginative, sensitive people and when you bring your brain to the Battle of Verdun (yes we know he was at the Somme, we paid a visit there too) and leave it there for days at a time until the vision of exploding horses seems real enough and then transfer all that pain to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and the Haudh-en-Ndengin… we have done our best to understand the man who handed us his life’s work, so to speak.

The sexual content in our fanfic does not exist to tittilate though it may seem thus in the beginning. It allows the reader to comprehend the characters at their deepest levels and sometimes those levels are ones of profound pain and shame. Elves in this story do not share an overtly different psychological profile than men – if Tolkien wished it otherwise he should not have written the House of Finwë. Men and therefore Elves do indeed not live ‘by sex alone’ and Dr. Mohler describes our point so well: “Sex must be respected as a volatile and complex gift, bearing potential for great pleasure and even greater pain.”

Readers will hopefully find understanding with us for being the ones to say ‘enough’ to the taboos, and cast aside the cerements shrouding sex in fanfic to a purpose. This is not pornography, this is the entirety of the Children of Eru on display, in all their frailty, depth and glory, unrestrained by a version of morality that only ever served a fragment of humanity, and with an open challenge that Tolkien himself set the stage for a greater vision of love than the one under which he chose to live: “...wherefore, though, the Music is over all, the Valar have not seen as with sight the Later Ages or the ending of the World.” (-JRR Tolkien, Ainulindalë, The Silmarillion).

Thank you for your consideration.

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theelfmaiden · 2 years

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A 500-followers' celebration!

My dearest followers, mutuals and friends,

500 followers have been lured and fallen into this pit of a blog and never tried to climb out! For the insane amount of time I've been here, I'd never imagined I'd have gotten to gather such a throng of people, and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You guys are the stars that illuminate my journey here and my joy!

BUT, now, it's time tO CELEBRATE!!! 🥳🎉

✨The festivities' list!

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the Tolkien fandom (add a 🧙)

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Again, thank you all, who have ever interacted with anything posted on this blog, who helped me to share and spread love and positive vibes! SPECIAL thanks to those who support me in my art endeavours - you're a big factor in my efforts to improve this skill and create enjoyable content! EXTRA SPECIAL thanks go to my mutuals and friends: @jane-logan, @armenelols, @a-funeral-pyre, @thespiritoflife, @themugshotexperience31, @hanarinhightown, @iminye, @yellow-feathered-faerie, @wigilda, @erdariel, @almuerdesayuno, @toadstoolillustrations, @prastevnik, @mortomary, @fight-me-kant, @anki-of-beleriand, @boromirthedad, @grunid, @burning-quesadilla and @athena-the-destroyer! 💕 I hope I didn't forget anybody, if I did, consider yourself tagged and appreciated!

Let the celebration begin! 🥳🎉

You can send me requests 'til the end of January, I'll try to fulfill your wishes either during or after the given period, 'cause I'm only a mere human being. If desired, you can attend the festivities anonymously. Also, concerning the debates and Q&A, please be decent! Let's behave like mature people should.

#the 500-followers' celebration! 🥳🎉💕#i hope it isn't too little or much... never done such a thing before!

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5678thegirlalmighty · 2 years

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The Curse of Elves

I can vividly recall seeing elves in the Jackson Lord of the Rings films and being instantly entranced as a child. Always wishing that I was an elf, and I think that’s a natural reaction. When confronted with the notion of immortality people are enthralled to its very idea, whether is comes in the form a gods, angels, saints, heroes, and yes even elves. That mortal part of us that knows that death will come for each of us, regardless of our virtues, principles, or deeds and we yearn to be among those who never have to face the cool hand of death. The same goes for age, weariness, and bodily sickness. I’m sure that inclination was not lost upon Tolkien in his imaginings of the elves, perfect beings, never to die of natural cause, who will never suffer sickness, forever living in beauty and peace. Even in his stories humans are confronted with this disparity, Andreth tried to make sense of it with Finrod, Beren and Luthien must chart some path forward, Elros founds an island defined by the rejection of immortality leading to eventual disaster as many feared death and coveted the elvish life cycle. It is easily to see the allure, though I would ultimately question if that allure is sustainable. In my opinion what makes experiences good or bad is that temporality, their finality, progression and end. Since those are the definitive conditions there’s a creation and release, something that Tolkien thought of as the blessing or gift of men, their mortality was what made them better than the elves. As I have matured I can agree and see why. Elves are connected to the earth, they must stay with it no matter how old they get, suffering all that it suffers, stuck in an inescapable world. Bound by birth to it, and even in death not allowed to leave. Yes they have free will, but their decisions are eternal- they are cursed to watch them play out to horrible avail no matter the intent. Men make mistakes and they can try to fix them but are ultimately let out of the world, given a final peace. But the elves remain, watching things change and decay, unable to stop it no matter their long and hard acquired power. For whatever immortality is worth, its costs are immense and draining- hardly something to envy so greatly. More so it’s worth pitying, here are such great and swift being trapped by their own life cycles to a story not of their making.

Anyway those are my ramblings on why I think the elves make for sad characters and beings more that enviable ones. Also happy new year speaking of temporality! Please let me know what you think and I’d love to know your thoughts

(Art credit: couldn’t find, all credit to the original artist)

If you enjoyed this take on Tolkien’s work, then you may enjoy my other essays and character analyses, go check them out on my master list!

#silmarillion #feanor #noldor #tolkien #vanyar #teleri #high elves #silm elves #tolkien elves #elves #finrod #elros tar minyatur #numenor #beren and luthien

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Could you maybe write a “73 questions with Sirius Black” Vogue one? Or something like that.

Yes! I had never seen these videos before and it was a fun challenge to write. Hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

The house is large, two stories tall and painted a soft gray with white trim around the windows. Holiday lights have yet to be taken down and shine in all colors of the rainbow from the eaves as the camera crew walks up the front steps. The curtains in the window tremble for a moment, then a dog pokes her head through—she is all-black and curious, and looks quite large.

Dorcas Meadowes knocks on the front door; a moment later, it swings open and reveals Sirius Black. “Hey, guys, come on in! You can leave your shoes by the door inside.”

“Thanks, Sirius.” Dorcas kicks off her flats and follows him inside as he sets a dish towel on the end table and leans against it. “How are you today?”

“I’m doing pretty well. Morning practice was productive and I’m feeling good about our upcoming game.”

“We’re here today to ask you 73 rapid-fire questions while you lead us around. Sound good?”

“Sounds good. You can all come inside instead of freezing on the porch,” he laughs, waving them closer. The door shuts with a gentle click.

“First question: on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?”

“Hmmm. A solid seven.”

“Do you have any pets?”

“I do!” Sirius leads them into the other room, where the dog is curled up on the couch below the window; he picks her up and gives her a kiss on the head. “This is Hattie and I love her very much.”

“Cute! If you could do a dramatic love scene in a movie with anyone, who would it be?”

Sirius sets the dog down and thinks for a second. “Aside from my fiancé, I’m going to say James Potter. We would kill it and I don’t think it would be that awkward.”

“What’s the origin of your name?”

“Pretty much my whole family has star-themed names. Sirius is the dog star from Canis Major.”

“Brightest star in the sky, too. What’s one thing people don’t know about you?”

“I’m an introvert. Lots of people assume that I’m super social because of my job, but I’m very quiet in real life.” He walks back out to the entrance and takes the towel off the table, then moves into the kitchen. It’s well-lit and painted a deep, warm red. The countertop is scattered with knickknacks and picture frames—clearly, this is a place people spend a lot of time. Hattie, who followed them in, lays down by the oven with a heavy sigh.

“What’s your wakeup ritual?”

Sirius reaches up and pulls two mugs out of the cupboard. “I wake up around seven am and make coffee while Re is in the shower, then rinse off and get dressed while he makes breakfast. It’s a good system. Want some tea?”

“Sure. What’s your bedtime ritual?”

“I don’t think I have one,” he says as he puts the kettle on and ignites a burner on the stove. “Usually we read or watch a movie, then go up to bed and talk for a while. There’s not a big routine or anything.”

“Sounds nice. What’s your favorite time of day?” Dorcas sits on the other side of the kitchen island while he takes a box of peppermint tea down.

“That’s a tough one. I like the in-between spots, like just after sunrise or dusk. Three in the afternoon is usually pretty chill as well. Does anyone else want a cup?”

There are a few murmurs behind the camera and he takes two more down. “What is one thing no one knows about you?” Dorcas asks.

He raises an eyebrow. “If I told you, everyone would know, and it wouldn’t count.”

“Fair enough. Dream country to visit?”

“Anywhere. I think I want to go to Ireland first, though.” Small wisps of steam begin curling out of the kettle, but it doesn’t whistle.

“Do you ever feel pressure to post things on social media?”

Sirius makes a face. “I used to. Eventually I just got tired of it, you know? The whole point of social media is sharing bits of your life with people and it makes me happy to show off my dog, or Re, or my friends. I post things just for fun now.”

The kettle begins to hiss and he reaches back to turn it off. “Sneakers or skates?”

“Skates.”

“Vintage or new?

“Vintage, especially for t-shirts and sweaters.”

“Who is your biggest role model?”

“Pascal Dumais.” Sirius stops pouring for a moment to look up at the camera. “If you ever get a chance to meet him, listen to what he has to say. You’ll be better for it.”

“Wise words. How do you deal with negativity? Oh, thank you.” Dorcas wraps her hands around the mug and takes a small sip while Sirius passes the other ones to the crew.

“Honestly? I don’t give a shit. It used to really bother me, but I’m happy, I have a job I love, and my family cares about me. Why should I care what people I’ve never met think of me?” He sits on the counter and rests his elbows on his knees, blowing on the hot water.

“What are three things you can’t live without?”

“My dog, Remus, and my family.” There is no hesitation in his voice.

“Not hockey?”

“I’d be devastated if I couldn’t play, sure, but it’s not the central focus of my life anymore.”

“What’s one ingredient you put in everything?”

“Does salt count?” He winces as he takes a drink. “Ugh, burned my tongue. I put salt on a lot of things because I drink so much water that it throws my balance off.”

“What is something you’re completely bored of right now?”

Sirius rolls his eyes. “Gossip columns and tabloids in general.”

Dorcas hums in agreement. “What’s your biggest fear in life?”

“Losing my loved ones.”

“Window or aisle seat?”

“Window. Anyone walking by always steps on my foot or hits my elbow if I’m in the aisle. Plus, I get a good view and an easy nap spot.”

“What’s your current TV obsession?”

“Avatar: The Last Airbender, which I’m watching for the third time already.” He shakes his head. “It’s just so good.”

“Favorite app?”

He takes a second to think. “Spotify.”

“Secret talent?”

Sirius looks at her over the rim over his cup. “This is going to shock you. Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Hockey.”

“You’re the worst.” Despite her words, Dorcas smiles. “What the most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?”

“Uh, probably going to Europe with some of the guys last year. We had a lot of fun, but it was crazy.”

“I can imagine it was. How would you define yourself in three words?”

“Tall, dark, and handsome.”

“And apparently not humble,” Dorcas teases. “Favorite piece of clothing?”

“Hoodies.”

“Clothing item everyone should have?”

“Hoodies.”

A door opens behind them and the camera turns; Remus walks out of the basement, covered in sweat as he wipes his forehead with the hem of his shirt and holds his skates in his other hand. “Baby, have you seen…” he trails off when he sees the group of people in the kitchen. Hattie’s tail thumps on the floor. “Um. Hello.”

“Hey, Remus, how are you doing?” Dorcas asks mildly.

The camera pans out to catch both Sirius, who is laughing quietly, and Remus, who flushes pink. “I’m good. I thought you were coming at ten?”

“It’s ten-thirty, sweetheart,” Sirius says, hiding his smile in his tea.

Remus glances at the clock before giving an awkward nod and walking toward the stairs. “I guess I’ll take a shower, then. Sorry about that. Uh, carry on.”

“What’s a superpower you would want?” Dorcas asks as soon as he disappears.

Sirius shakes his head with a grin. “Uh, teleportation. That would be really cool.”

“What’s inspiring you in life right now?”

“Ah, une grande question.” He thinks, then tilts his head toward the staircase. “Moments like that. And the Stanley Cup, of course.” He reaches back and knocks on the wooden cupboard.

“What cause is closest to your heart?”

“LGBT+ rights, especially trans rights. I’m privileged enough to have a platform and I intend to be loud as hell about that.”

“Good.” Dorcas sets her almost-empty mug on the table. “What’s one thing you’d say to your teenage self?”

Sirius lets out a long breath and drums his hands on the light blue ceramic of his cup. “I would say…it gets better. It really, really does. You’re going to feel super shitty for just a little bit longer, but then I promise you will be so incredibly happy that you wake up every morning and it hits you all over again.”

Dorcas nods, and the kitchen is quiet for a moment. “What’s a book that everyone should read?”

“The Hobbit, by J.R.R Tolkien.”

“What would you like to be remembered for?”

“This is going to sound so corny, but I want to be remembered for just being a good person.”

“That’s not corny. How do you define beauty?”

“Remus Lupin.”

“That’s corny,” she laughs, making him smile. “What do you love most about your body?”

“I’m a big guy, which can be a little bit intimidating, but it means I give really great hugs. I’m sure everyone saw the video that went around a while ago.”

“Cap Cuddles?”

He snorts. “Right. You’ve got Finn O’Hara to thank for that.”

“In your opinion, what’s the best way to take a rest or decompress?”

“Being alone,” Sirius says. “There is literally nothing better than getting home and sitting down with a book or something while I can hear Re doing his own thing and Hattie’s napping. It’s one of my favorite parts of the afternoon.”

“That’s the most introverted thing you’ve ever said.” Dorcas grins and finishes her tea just as a faint beeping noise begins in another room. “What’s your favorite way to experience art?”

“Through music, for sure.” He slides off the counter and walks down the hall, leading them toward the laundry room. He gives the camera crew a look as he pulls dry clothes out of the machine and heads back to the living room. “What? Did you think I didn’t do my own laundry?”

“You lost a sock,” Dorcas informs him, picking it off the ground and laying it on top of his head.

“Thanks, D.”

“What question do people ask that you wish they wouldn’t?”

“Lots of people have asked me when I decided to be gay, which is wrong on so many levels.”

“If you could master one instrument, what would it be?”

“Guitar or piano.” He dumps the load of laundry on the couch and opens the back door, holding it for the crew as they walk out into the sunshine. Hattie weaves through their legs and disappears into the bushes along the back.

“I might have to take your dog home with me. If you had a tattoo, where would it be?”

Sirius mock-glares at her. “Let me have my girl! Um, I would love to have a tattoo somewhere on my arm.”

“This might be a hard one. Dolphins or koalas?”

“Oh, that is hard. Probably dolphins. The ocean is terrifying but those little guys are just having a blast.”

“What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?” Dorcas asks as he picks up a tennis ball and throws it across the yard. Hattie emerges from the bushes and races after it in a blur of black fur.

“An engagement ring.”

“Yeah, it was.” Remus walks into the backyard and kisses Sirius’ cheek before bending down to catch Hattie in his arms. His hair is still damp from the shower. “Hello, sweet girl!”

“Who’s your favorite musician?”

“Queen.” Sirius laughs at her surprised look. “I’m gay, what did you expect?”

“True. What’s your favorite board game?”

“Monopoly.” Remus and Hattie disappear from the frame, but the bouncing sound of the tennis ball creates some background noise and Sirius watches them for a moment with pure affection.

“Favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Least favorite color?”

“Orange.”

“Bowties or knot ties?”

He frowns. “Don’t they all have knots?”

“Smartass.”

“Yep! Uh, regular ties.”

“Bowties are superior!” Remus calls.

“Get your own questions!” Sirius laughs.

“Going off your music answers: records or CDs?”

“I don’t own a lot of records, so I’m going to have to go with CDs. I love the way vinyl sounds, though.” His eyes widen as he looks to the side. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Remus wheezes. “I didn’t need those ribs anyway.”

“For the viewers, the dog just football-tackled him into the grass,” Sirius says, and Dorcas snorts.

“Your hair is famously luscious. Blow-dry or air-dry?”

“Air dry.”

“Coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, but tea is nice in the evenings.”

“What’s the weirdest word in the English language?”

Sirius laughs. “There are so many. Uh, ‘jeez’ is the one that comes to mind first.”

“What about the French language?”

“Oiseaux,” he says in a crisp accent. “It means ‘birds’, and you pronounce about three of the actual letters.”

“Good to know. Do you prefer dark chocolate or milk chocolate?”

“Dark chocolate.”

“Stairs or elevators?”

“Elevators. I don’t want to walk up three floors after playing hockey for two and a half hours.”

“Summer or winter?”

Sirius bites his lip in thought as they walk around the yard, where small flowers line the fence in beds and colorful pots. “I love summer because I have actual free time to be with my friends, but winter is hockey season. I don’t know, next question.”

“What’s a dessert you don’t like?”

“I’m not a huge fan of caramel. It’s too sticky.”

“A skill you’re working on mastering?”

“Will you ban me from more interviews if I say hockey?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, I’m working on keeping plants alive, as you can probably see.” He taps the nearest flowerpot gently with his foot; it has ‘Harry’ painted across it in sloppy blue letters. “My godson made that for my birthday.”

“What’s the best thing to happen to you today?”

“This, for sure,” he says with a smile. “I haven’t seen you and Marley in ages.”

“We missed you, too. What’s the worst thing that happened to you today?”

He pouts slightly. “Burning my tongue on tea.”

“Hugs or kisses?”

“Hugs! Though I’ll accept kisses from a few very specific people.”

“Do you have a favorite smell?”

He pauses and cranes his neck to look behind the cameras. “Re?”

“Yeah?”

“What shampoo do you use?”

“Uhhh…” There’s a moment of quiet. “It’s something with lavender, I think.”

Sirius turns back to Dorcas. “Something with lavender.”

“How specific,” she laughs. “What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?”

He smiles to himself. “There was a young woman, maybe sixteen or seventeen, that came to one of the games earlier this season. I saw her standing with a puck and went over, and while I was signing it she looks at me and says, ‘you are exactly what I wish my older brother was like’. Turns out, she was bisexual and her brother wasn’t super accepting of her. That was…” He shakes his head. “That meant the world to me. I’ll never forget it.”

“You’ve definitely made a big impact on the community,” Dorcas agrees. “What’s the last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?”

“I watched ‘Soul’ the other night and almost had to pause it at one point to pull myself together.”

“Do you prefer animated movies or live-action?”

“Animated, mostly because I wasn’t allowed to watch Disney movies as a kid, so I’ve been catching up as an adult and they rock.”

“What’s your nerdiest quality?

“I love watching documentaries.”

“Sweet or savory?” The back door creaks a bit as they walk back inside and the camera catches a few frames of Hattie and Remus running around the yard together.

“Sweet.”

“In ten years, you have a daughter. What age do you let her date?”

Sirius gives Dorcas a look. “Whenever she wants to. I’m going to impose curfews and stuff, but I’m the last person on the planet to police her love life.”

“Good answer. What’s a song you can listen to on repeat?”

“Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. Absolute banger.”

“If you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be?”

“Arthur Weasley,” he says after a moment. “I would love to know what it feels like to get up in the morning and know you’re about to spend another day wrangling our team. It’s a miracle he hasn’t killed us all with his clipboard.”

“How do you know you’re in love?”

“Oh.” Sirius blinks at her in surprise at the sudden topic change. “Well, for me, I think it’s just…being comfortable around someone. Being able to spend time with them without saying anything and knowing you’re safe, no matter what. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“What are you most excited about at this time in your life?”

A slight smile crinkles his eyes. “Getting married. That’s going to be awesome.”

“Who is your go-to for having a good laugh?”

“James Potter. He’s the best, and I love him.”

“Last question,” Dorcas says, sliding her list into her pocket. “Many LGBT+ people, especially teenagers, have spoken about how you’re an inspiration. Any words for them?”

Sirius hums in thought. “First of all, thank you for being so open and welcoming. I would never have expected the sheer force of people’s love to come through like that when so many people were saying horrible things. Second, to any kids out there who need to hear it: I’m proud of you. It takes a lot to be true to yourself and even if you’re still in the closet, you’re just as valid as the rest of us. Stay proud.”

“That’s a wrap.” Dorcas gives him a quick hug that he happily returns. “Thanks for letting us crash your morning, Cap.”

“Any time. Thanks for tuning in to Lion Pride, everyone!”

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rpbetter · 3 years

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Hey, can I get some advice on improving my descriptions / becoming more literate? I feel like I'm really dull when it comes to my writing and would like some advice! Thank you!

You absolutely can, thank you for asking! I apologize it took me a bit to get to this, tumblr didn’t show me notifications and I’ve been rather busy. Hopefully, I can offer some good advice!

Please, keep in mind that, as always, it is just my advice. If these things do not work out for you, don’t feel bad about it! You just need to find what does work for you. And, if you have anything that jumps out at you that you wish me to elaborate more on, or even that simply occurs to you more specifically to ask as you read, please, do ask! I am always happy to have those questions, of course.

Being more literate in itself can help. It can also be a hindrance, however, as we tend to compare ourselves to others negatively. I’d say not to do that, but it’s something you have to unlearn, not something you can simply stop doing. We’re taught a lot of self-criticism by comparison in both the educational system and our society. You’ve got learn to approach material you enjoy as just that, something you enjoy, not a standard you need to uphold. All writers should be unique, they’re all individual people! I think the death of a good many unwritten works hinges on that, honestly; the writer couldn’t live up to their own expectations, born of comparison to their literary heroes.

That being said? Read.

Read new and diverse things, and revisit old favorites. Learn as many words as you can in whatever way works best for you; through reading alone, through word of the day apps, or looking up novel words you run across/looking up words as you write to compare them to synonyms. I know, tumblr has gotten really nasty in recent years about writers who seem to have “regurgitated a thesaurus.” There is always a bad way to do something good, there are always excesses when you’re passionate about something. Don’t replace every third word with an exotic one simply because you think it looks better. Do replace words that are, legitimately, better in how they evoke the setting or mood you are going for. Remember that word flow is important, perhaps especially when it comes to descriptions.

If you do not tend to read much material that is description heavy, I’d suggest doing so. Try to find works that are still descriptive, but fit with the genres you like to both read and write the best to get you started, but don’t stay there exclusively. It doesn’t need to be something like...let’s say, Tolkien. Not to piss anyone off, I’m not anti-Tolkien or anything, but I could never get into his works, regardless of interest or effort, because they’re so description heavy, and in ways that don’t pique or hold my interest much. So, if you find that you are not into description laden works, that isn’t a poor reflection on you! It’s more likely that you simply aren’t into those specific works, you need to find something that is more of interest to you, personally.

If you do tend to read many works that are descriptive at all, take up a few of your favorites and pick some passages within them that you enjoyed the most. Ones that you could feel. When they described an outfit, you not only saw it, you saw the way it moved on the character, knew what it would feel like to touch it. When they described a setting in nature, you had a sensory experience there as well; you could smell the hyper-specific scent of wildflowers on a warm breeze, or the electric chill of a sudden summer storm moving in.

Ask yourself what does this for you so that you can experiment with doing it yourself. Is it the words, the word flow? Is it what the author isn’t saying, leaving the reader to automatically fill in with their own sensory recollections? There are so many ways of being descriptive in writing, as many as there are writers, and as many as there are things to be descriptive about.

So, it’s, again, a bit of a situation of finding what naturally pulls you into those descriptions yourself. While there are always good rules that can apply across the board with writing, it is a creative art. If you’re only following the rules others have set down, you can end up feeling negative about the process, yourself, and the product...or your readers/RP partners feel like the work is lacking or boring. Even when people can’t quite put their finger on something, forced work feels forced, unnatural, or lacking substance.

Diversify what you consume.

I know, I just said that thing about the familiar stories! Once you’re better able to identify what it is that stands out as evocative to you, though, you can better feel that in unfamiliar works. You can get a better idea of how language itself works as a living thing. Read some things out of your usual genres, ask for recommendations from friends or family who read, check out some older works, and even follow some blogs that post a variety of poetry quotes or full poems.

Reading song lyrics and a variety of other spoken-word style things like slam poetry and rap is helpful as well. They’re all doing the same here, evoking imagery and emotion. That is what you are trying to do as well! These formats, additionally, use highly evocative words to describe in a shortened way. They are great for realizing unique ways that familiar words can be paired.

By going outside of your usual bounds, you may encounter words, writing styles, and other descriptive qualities you hadn’t considered before. If you don’t, you still end up with a fuller grasp on writing itself. Everything is a potential learning experience if you are willing to approach it that way! Use it to play around with words and styles, Use this as experimentation, and realize that it is perfectly alright for it not to work out. That’s part of the exercise of finding what works for you; realizing what doesn’t work.

When you have some ideas of what makes you experience the things being described, practice. Pick anything. In fact, incredibly mundane, irrelevant things are perfect for this. If you can describe a sock in good detail, in a way that isn’t either inaccurate or boring, giving it relevance and life, you can describe anything.

Use ask memes and writing prompts, and write them out from your character’s perspective.

Even if you are not writing a first person account, it helps you to use narrative language that the muse might use, or that gives the reader a intuitive feeling for the muse. Don’t try to fill the whole thing up with descriptions. Sometimes, just simplifying is a good thing, and will help more relevant details stand out.

For example, I will often use things in the environment around my muse to help pair with, further denote, and give the reader a feeling for the muse’s emotions, psychological state, and so on. If that muse is in a hectic state, I’m not going to describe something in the environment that isn’t, like a peaceful meadow. I’m going to describe the seeming chaos of some ants in the grass taking apart their food, the erratic seeds or spores on the wind, or the clatter of an old farm truck on the roadway that breaks up the peace of the surroundings.

It’s a very different effect than describing the entire meadow in high detail, in ways that are perceptible to my muse and not, down to a blade of grass or a rock. It then takes over too much of my reader’s imaginative process and agency without giving them anything of nonnegotiable importance about the scene or the muse. Details that reflect a state of internal distress, like the ants, seeds, or truck, then fall by the wayside of this massive scene-setting I’ve done. And, as unfortunate as it is, if you are writing RP especially, your audience is looking for details that are pertinent and impactful. They’re likely to, intentionally or otherwise, skip several paragraphs of descriptions no matter how beautiful they are.

Since you just said “descriptions” and “writing” {nothing wrong with that, I just want to be sure I’m covering as much as possible that might be of help to you}, I’m not sure if you are meaning external descriptions or more internalized, character-driven ones, and not sure if you are writing only RP, only traditional writing, or a combination thereof.

As I said above, using descriptions that reflect things about the muse is useful and interesting, regardless of how or what you are writing. So, even if you were not meaning internalized descriptions, doing the things I’m about to talk about relating to this will still be helpful!

Internalized descriptions include things like: mood, thoughts, memories, and sensory perception.

To do these things any justice, you have to really know your muse, be able to experience things from their unique perspective and not just your own - or just what you wish the reader to experience through them.

If you didn’t have inspiration for the muse, you wouldn’t be writing them, but inspiration isn’t the same as knowing them as well, maybe better, than yourself. To do that, it is a process of learning and experimentation...and practice.

Those memes I mentioned above? Those are useful here, too! It doesn’t matter if it isn’t an ask meme you want to reblog, or if no one sent you anything from it; you can find a variety of memes, save them, and ask yourself the questions.

On sentence memes, or “starter memes,” ask yourself what your muse’s internal reaction to having that sentence said to them would be, how it might externalize (or not), and if these things are true, or just your perception/what you would like to have happen. If you’ve developed this muse from scratch or spent time learning them from canon, you should have some pretty good ideas as to how they’ll feel. Expand on that instinctive or learned idea. Does it change if a different muse or character type says this? Say it is an inflammatory sentence, something accusatory, derogatory, or pushy. Do they react the same way if a loved one says it instead of a stranger? How about a person who is obviously intoxicated, or a person who is under the influence of youth, so to speak? Take that, and write out two different scenarios.

On ask, or “headcanon/development memes,” pick a question and answer it yourself. Just answer it in depth. Now, have your muse answer that question. You may notice that the muse didn’t want to answer as clearly, is lying or omitting things, and/or had other thoughts generated by that question. If you didn’t already do it this way, answer the question again as a story in which your muse goes through those thoughts. Describe their emotions using words that carry the same emotional resonance, not all descriptions need to be lengthy if the right words, right word order, are found for optimum impact on the reader. Write out the thoughts they are having, just as messy as they are naturally having them.

Outside of memes, you have yet more options for helpful exercises that get you in touch with your muse and your writing.

Try out photography and inspiration blogs. Pick a some pictures that drew your attention, and write about them descriptively. Write out how the picture makes you feel, what it makes you think about. Practice not just describing how something looks, but how it would feel to be there. Using the same pictures, write as your muse in the same way. Put them in this scene to give their experiences. It helps you get a grasp on putting impressions and experiences down in creative ways that allow others to experience it the same way, and it helps you more easily step into your muse’s mind and experiences.

Seeing things through your muse’s eyes (through the lens of their life experiences, preferences, biases, emotions, and thoughts) is critical in giving authentic descriptions. To do more of this, you can practice in every day life. Even if you cannot write it out, or write it out yet, you can consciously think as your muse. If your muse was watching this TV show or hearing this song, what would they think? Don’t just answer as, “they would/n’t like it.” Answer as to why they would or would not, what it makes them feel and think. You can continue doing this with your muse’s impressions of different environments and people.

You can even simply contemplate an emotion and how your muse feels and expresses it.

Adding on underlying and overarching emotions to the mix as you go along; emotion, and thought, is complex. We very rarely are only angry, sad, or happy. We are very rarely only thinking of a single thing, and even rarer, thinking of it out of nowhere. It’ll help you identify the way your muse experiences emotion and thought, as well as how best to describe these things.

For example, I write a muse that can easily present as simply being quiet and angry. Additionally, as the character develops, his actions and general behavior can seem to not match well with his overall, genuinely kind nature. It’s necessary for me as a writer to identify where the anger comes from, what its components are; it isn’t just anger. It’s built on the things anger so often is; frustration, sadness, and fear. It gives the reader insight and helps delineate the muse’s expression of “anger.” When the anger is coming more from a place of insulation and protection than it is frustration, it presents differently.

I describe the sensation of the most obvious emotion, the anger, but also the underlying states that have led to it being apparent. How it really feels to be a wounded animal in a corner. I describe an experience or two pertaining to the emotional pain and fear, keep it relevant throughout the text in callbacks (what set him off is related to those experiences in some way, and during or after the experience of anger, those other situations are referenced again). Maybe it is an outright flashback, maybe it is less thematically stated. The descriptions I use, again, of his surroundings-not just his expressions, tone of voice, or movements-denotes that he is in this particular state of mind. He might notice similarities in the environment relating to a previous bad experience, since he is in that mindset, or he might be noticing things in a more critical way than he normally would. Things he might see every day are being processed as hateful in some way; garish or otherwise visually displeasing, might be seen as outright harmful, or even menacing. Bold colors, sharp lines, stand out. Things come into high relief and are painted in large swaths of color, the minute details missing suddenly.

Further, you can think of things that make your own similar state of mind so much worse in these situations. Is there a repetitive sound in the background? Is the person he is speaking with seemingly blowing him off in some way? Is he hungry, tired, thirsty, in physical pain? I then write those things throughout as additional, building irritants.

Using your personal experiences isn’t a bad thing, I really wish tumblr hadn’t gotten into that mindset. Unless you really have written a 100% self-insert character, they shouldn’t experience things exactly as you do, no. However, you have a basis to go off of already when you are describing their inner life; your own.

Maybe you have never been so wracked with grief that you collapsed, but you have been caught up in a significant loss of some sort that you can build upon. If you can better imagine what your muse’s experience is, you can describe it not only better, but also in a way that reads as legitimate. It’s not a description of grief that you could have gotten from anywhere else, doesn’t have cliché lines in it about grief, such as, “though he was drowning in an ocean of loss, he knew he had to be strong for his friends, so, he put on a brave face.” (There are other issues with that, but that’s a whole other post!)

My point is, you have the tools of accurate inner life within you, and you should use them to build that accuracy in your writing. Again, play with the words and structure, make sure you are building the feelings or otherwise being immersive about them. Keep them throughout the thread, do not have a muse magically become the opposite of what you’ve described because it is no longer convenient, and do not forgo little reminders that the muse feels the way they do, no matter what their actions might be saying.

When you describe your muse’s actions that are being influenced by an emotion, good or bad, use words that evoke the emotion while describing those actions.

If the muse is very sad, do not use words that bring to mind vivacity and passion. Don’t use metaphors that bring to mind those same things. Your muse doesn’t slink like a jungle cat to the table when depressed, but they might move in a daze, like a shadow, or a have to put maximum effort into their every step as though heading to their own execution.

I don’t think anyone should describe, let alone to an extreme, every action their muse undertakes, but when you are imparting these things with emotional tone or thought processes, it really shouldn’t be done. It’s exhausting for you to write, and just as exhausting for your reader, who is very likely going, okay, we get it, she’s angry. Like the descriptions of the surroundings, try to keep it to important and telling actions. You needn’t describe your muse’s every eye movement, but if they are so embarrassed they’re having trouble keeping eye contact, or so annoyed they glare, that is a description you want to add.

Writers never seem to forget facial expressions or dramatic body movements, which is reasonable, considering how visual a species humans are, but quite often forgo tone of voice and word pronunciation entirely. These are great ways to denote what your muse is feeling. Consider how your muse speaks most often, whether they work at proper pronunciation and hiding an accent, or if they simply let their most natural speech flow. Then, consider how different emotions might impact that. I’m not talking about the only go-to many muns on tumblr have, the “my muse speaks -first language here- when angry” thing. I’m talking about your muse entering into any emotion strongly enough to drop crisp pronunciation, outright mess up familiar and easy words, stumble, stutter, or pause. Write emotion into your muse’s speech, and don’t keep it to adding things like, “said angrily.”

That’s telling, not showing, and is the death of descriptive writing of any sort.

Doing any of the above in a document is highly recommended. Not only are you less likely to encounter tumblr eating your drafts as you work on them, you have more freedom to open it up later and play around with the structure. Additionally, writing directly on the platform can be distracting in more ways than just the desire to dash scroll! It can make you feel like you need to be doing what you owe instead, need to be responding to messages, posted memes, comments. Taking it off site feels more like your own space and time for experimentation.

I know this was long, and covered many points (though, it could always use more). So, I’m going to kind of rehash some below!

For learning and inspiration:

read things both familiar and not in order to figure out what sort of descriptions speak to you, then practice doing them yourself

read a variety of works, not just books, and not just new books; oftentimes, the lessons in older books will stand out to you even more for using descriptions that are no longer common. Those lessons still hold, like the very act of using common, highly recognizable objects and settings to describe a person, place, or thing. In those cases, see what you can rewrite that would give the same feeling using things that are currently so recognizable

don’t count out things like music and poetry, they flow with emotion and it is imperative that they give emotion and setting in unique ways

use ask/starter memes, pictures, and even common situations occurring around you to experiment with both writing descriptions and getting into your muse’s mindset

think on your own experiences with your environment and emotions

consider how your muse’s perceptions may change based upon thoughts and emotions, and/or how you can describe the setting to reflect and drive home these factors

really get to know your muse by exploring headcanon memes, giving yourself a refresher on their canon (yes, even if you wrote it), and comparing and contrasting your experiences with your muse’s on the same topics

experiment with new words, their use, and their flow

seriously, practice! Outside of writing you intend for anyone else to ever see!

Things to Remember:

you are unique as a person, therefore, you are unique as a writer...and that is a good thing, you just need to find what works for you

describe things that are important in setting the scene in ways that are not just visual; be emotive, and pick things that have bearing on the immediate topic

don’t forget that your muse’s voice and spoken words use can, and should be, impacted by thoughts and feelings

just like you, your muse is unlikely to see the same objects in the same light under any manner of strong emotional influence

also just like you, who is saying something and in what context is extremely important in how your muse reacts internally and how that is presented externally; if your muse feels and reacts the same way no matter the other party, they’re a little cardboard and you’re not being descriptive or thoughtful enough

listen, if you just really need to describe something utterly irrelevant to live another second? That’s fine, but you need to make it relevant. Perhaps, your muse noticed the cracks on that rock because they’re in an altered state - be that by way of a substance, or an emotion

there is a reason why we use clichés, and I am not going to say they should never be used, just that you should try to be more creative with them, and they should always be viable ones that truly match the mood

the same is true of words, we have some words that are just so commonly expressive of sensations and emotions that they come up quite often, but again, try to find something similar if possible, and always make sure it’s still evoking the right thing

I repeat: get in touch with your muse, even if you do not write them from first person. The language you use as a writer to describe them and their world is better if it feels like them

no support for tumblr’s anti-wordiness, but huge support for optimizing word use for maximum impact

to that end, if you’re a RPer, even a fic writer, please know that your desire to write descriptively isn’t going to be appreciated by some people. That’s their fucking loss, and you are better off without them. You will find the audience that will properly appreciate what you’re doing!

I hope some of this helped to give you some starting points you might not have thought of!

#rp advice #writing advice #descriptive writing #Anon E. Mous #answered

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Hello! Can I get an MCU ship? I'm female, straight, Gemini, INFP-T, I'm 5'4, and I am 21, in my last year of university in communication arts.

Despite my age, my friends say I act like a mom (constantly concerned and worried for friends most of the time) and have the mind of an old lady, I'm an empath and an ambivert but leaning towards introvert. I don't drink alcohol or coffee. (Milk, cocoa, or orange juice is my alcohol lol)

Shy and awkward with ppl I dont know much or ppl I just met but if we click, I am a completely different person, more talkative too, calm and graceful but chaotic if that makes sense XD but I do know when to be serious

I'm kind and patient, very understanding, considerate and thoughtful of others, I have a habit of putting other's priority over mine most of the time, which kind of results in me keeping things to myself a lot and then stress out (but I'm working on it XD) quite emotional too, the type that cries at every sad scene or movie I watch

Helping ppl makes me happy, whether that'd be giving advice or just being there for them or listening, but I will not tolerate those who take advantage of my kindness or disrespect others, esp ppl I care about, I rarely insult ppl, so if I do, that means my patience ran out

My friends say I'm very optimistic and hopeful and they always feel like "they're with a musical character" which I'll take because I love singing! I love music in general, you might catch me singing to Audrey Hepburn's Moon River out of nowhere, it's my favorite song, and I really love vintage clothing and aesthetics, so I enjoy thrift shopping a lot. I also like to read books (mostly fictional, Tolkien books are my fav, esp The Hobbit) watch movies, draw, work out, and just learn random things!

I like learning, I'm more on the theories and philosophical side though, I am very bad at math or anything dealing with calculations and numbers, I also have interest in learning languages, mythology, and astronomy, I love the stars and like to go to planetariums and museums when I have time, I just think the universe is just so fascinating and I just like to have fun in general! I'd love to travel to many places when given the chance

I am an animal lover, and I love kids, very dedicated to playing with my adorable little cousins. I daydream a lot, I love the fantasy genre so my imagination goes wild haha

A Black sheep in the family, and the youngest and only daughter too, so I kind of grew up independently most of the time.

Very much into giving and receiving hugs and amusement parks, I also have quite a sweet tooth, mostly for cookies and brownies, so I love cafes and pastry shops a lot. I apologize for such a long post, please take your time! Thank you in advance and I hope you have an amazing day! Take care 💖💖💖💖

Ok you sound like such a cool person, I’m sure I would remember you if I ever met you on the street you just seem like such an amazing soul!

For the MCU, I match you with: Loki!

•He loves how interested in mythology you are. Anytime you ask him questions about the validity of the stories earth has, he gets a little smile on his face and tells you all he knows

•He finds your knack for taking care of children and pets endearing

•From the moment he met you, he knew he could never betray you. He has made many mistakes in his past, and simply made the excuse that he’s the God of mischief, it’s in his nature. However he soon realized he would rather die than hurt you. You make him rethink himself, and you make him realize he can be better

•If he ever has to return to Asgard unexpectedly, you may be sad to wake and find yourself alone. However, he always leaves you a warm cup of Cocoa and a book by your bedside. Usually the book will contain a sticky note with his thoughts on a certain page. He wishes he could leave you more in his stead, but Thor is one impatient fellow.

•You are a refreshing person for him to be around. He’s used to being around people who see only the dark side of life, and it brings him down. You are like a breath of spring air, the crisp breeze that shows the departure of winter, and new life to come <3

I hope you liked this, I’m so sorry it took so long!! Have an amazing day!! ❤️

-J

#MCU #mcu matchups #marvel #marvel matchups

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manicdragondreamgirl · 3 years

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I haven’t had chemistry since like 2008, and I’m also an idiot who likes to make my friends upset, so I rated the periodic table in order to tilt my friends:

Hydrogen - this is like your childhood friend who has always been with you more or less and always will be down to get a drink and chill even tho you haven’t spoken in years. Solid bro imo 7.5/10

Helium - always down for a good time, even if probably created Alvin and the Chipmunks which in some places is considered a war crime. 4/10

Lithium - Gives me bitchy vibes and is flammable as fuck if I remember. Skinny bitch with an attitude 3/10

Beryllium - idk this sounds like a sailor moon villain lol for that it can have a 6/10

Boron - more like BORONG amirite ha ha wait no seriously I have no idea lol 5/10 clean neutral rating

Carbon - *screaming* 2/10 I will not be taking questions

Nitrogen - cool cool cool tight tight tight 9/10 Nitrogen just is the cool hot chick you wish you were

Oxygen - kid who takes up all the glory for the group project even tho you did all the work, 4/10 for natural charisma

Fluorine - lol what are you knockoff chlorine lmfao bitch 3/10 reminds me of the dentist

Neon - I can vibe with this boy for his contributions to signs which cause my eyes to scream 8/10 modernized Art Deco thanks you

Sodium - 10/10 this is me and I won’t be taking questions next element

Magnesium - magnesium is a close relative of magnificent and therefore I think the case is closed folks 9/10

Aluminum - 10/10 for providing a home to my Diet Coke addiction I’d be dead without you

Silicon - 6.9/10 :smirk:

Phosphorous - This has a very soundly name and it’s welcome to do that but idk, not a fan, seems like he’d be smelly, 2/10

Sulfur - 1/10 pretty sure that dog farts are purely comprised of this and as such if I was leaving negative ratings I would

Chlorine - 7.8/10 for being in pools so we could swim without brain eating amoeba in the south you a champ

Argon - he seems like a nerd jk this guy has a good color 9/10 for just being himself

Potassium - I hate bananas and this word gives me the physical sensation of biting into one but only by thinking of abstract letters and making them into something which we can nutrientise from bananas and to me that shit is bananas, b a n a n a s — 3/10 for making me sing hollaback girl thru adhd word association

Calcium - hm my brain went to mega milk so you get a 2/10 today bud I don’t make the rules

Scandium - pretty sure this is fake lol what’s next faxdium, e-Mailite and copinium? 5/10

Titanium - this song’s a banger and also is the only thing that lets me wear earrings 10/10

Vanadium - if your erection lasts for longer than like idk it’s supposed to then don’t take vanadium wait what do you mean it’s not an ED treatment 4/10

Chromium - decent bloke shame the browser eats all your memory 5/10

Manganese - if a weeb tries to tell me how to pronounce mayonnaise one more time... 1/10

Iron - excellent tool against the fey, in your blood, what a bro, 10/10 this bitch slaps

Cobalt - has a powerful energy; I respect him. 8/10

Nickel - if I had a nickel for every time someone made this joke lol 5/10 he’s doing his best

Copper - taste bad 3/10

Zinc - isn’t that the dude in the green tunic and white tights who saves premcess Lelda or something lol 7/10 those games are good

Gallium - seems like a prick 4/10

Germanium - sounds like a child pronouncing geraniums which are superior 3/10

Arsenic - bad vibes coach 1/10

Selenium - isn’t this just sailor moon lol 10/10 love this bitch

Bromine - farmine wherever you aremine - 9/10 I love a good bro

Krypton - he’s okay I guess 5/10

Rubidium - yet another Steven universe villain who will be redeemed I imagine 4/10 seems a bit dull

Strontium - I feel nothing when I see this lad’s name and that seems like a shame 1/10 I don’t like it

Yttrium - this is an atrium in Yharnam, or something 8/10 would love to sit in one and make contact with higher beings

Zirconium - oh wait THIS is the sailor moon villain from the dead moon circus! 9/10 I enjoyed that arc

Niobium - seems sassy, I like that in an element 7/10

Molybdenum - I hate this one, rancid. 1/10 for making me have flashbacks to difficult Ancient Greek vocabulary there is no fucking way that sound combination is anything but Beta and Delta borking and then Latin being like oh imma steal that

Technetium - 6/10 decent name but seems a bit forced

Ruthenium - 5/10 kindly old lady element I guess lol

Rhodium - 10/10 this ain’t my first rhodium babee this lad has good vibes what a name what a king

Palladium - 10/10 for making me think of paladins

Silver - 12/10 I’m breaking the rules for this silver is the best it is so cool and also it is the other best tool for dealing with supernatural creatures when iron has failed you highly suggest Even if I am extremely allergic to it going into my ears...wait hold on

Cadmium - 2/10 sounds like a total douche

Indium - 8/10, i just think it’s independent and neat

Tin - 10/10 good ear sounds when involving rain and roof shapes and automatically reminds me of Nora Jones’s come away with me album which is also 10/10

Antimony - 7/10 decent protagonist good name all around seems rad

Tellurium - tell ur mom what? That’s so early 2010s league of legends humor bro 2.5/10

Iodine - strikes fear in my soul from having it poured on my wounds but this is why I have more pain tolerance than god 5.3/10

Xenon - I think this is a declension of Xena warrior princess which is a win in my eyes, 8/10

Caesium - kind of has a cunty Latin name, 4.5/10

Barium - yeah boss, bury’im! 7.5/10 I love a good mobster gag

Lanthanum - A bit pretentious on the Tolkien spectrum sorry bud 3/10 sounds like you’d be the dickwad elf everyone hates

Cerium - 6.5/10 I like this one, gives me a clean vibe

Praseodymium - the fuck who sneezed all their alphabet soup onto the paperwork and called it an element Christ we can’t keep doing this 1.5/10

Neodymium - oh my god what did I just say 1/10

Promethium - thank Christ we’re back to greek 9/10 Prometheus was a Chad I could get behind

Samarium - 5/10 gives me boring wizard vibes

Europium - 4.5/10 don’t rename opium chrissake can’t take these nerds anywhere

Gadolinium - 5/10 it’s a starship knockoff but it’s trying to be bold with the G sound

Terbium - 2/10 I don’t vibe with this one

Dysprosium - sounds like an antidepressant that has a lot of shitty side effects 3/10

Holmium - sounds like someone anxious asking their beloved to hold them 8/10 I like hurt/comfort fics

Erbium - you can’t just describe something as herby you daft bastard 2/10

Thulium - sounds like a spell I like it 8.5/10

Ytterbium - macguffin in a shite sci-fi show that gets highly overrated because BBC produced it and superwholock stans emerge and go utterly feral 1/10

Lutetium - bards are an element I agree 10/10

Hafnium - sounds like a river (my dog) sound and has a cute vibe, I’d offer it head pats 7/10

Tantalum - noooo you can’t be sad yuor so sexe haha 6.9/10 tantalizing

Tungsten - 10/10 this is a lad with history

Rhenium - 5.5/10 it’s ok

Osmium - 4/10 I wasn’t a big wizard of oz fan

Iridium - 9/10 sounds like iridescent and that’s in my top 10 favorite words and concepts

Platinum - 10/10 best Pokémon game

Gold - 7.9/10 all that glitters and all but it’s still pretty on some people, silver is better tho

Mercury - yikes 8/10 so it doesn’t kill me

Thallium - sounds like the brother character in a ps4 exclusive western rpg that oddly falls under the radar in terms of reviews and gets shafted at awards for no reason 7/10 I’ll support you tho

Lead - 2/10 that’s gonna be a no from me dawg pretty sure I still have lead in my hands from stabbing myself with my mechanical pencils

Bismuth - 6/10 sounds good in mouth and reminds me of biscuits for some reason, I’ll take it

Polonium - to thine own self be true so stop trying to act like the arts don’t influence science jk pretty sure this is named for Poland but hey that’s where we get the Witcher so you get a pass 6/10

Astatine - 1/10 I don’t even know what you are

Radon - 7/10 this motherfucker knows his shit and how to party, rad is right

Francium - I bring you francium...and I bring you myrdurdium... 7/10 for a good vine

Radium - killed the video star probably 9/10 I can get behind her

Actinium - as opposed to passtinium I prefer actinium in the voice of writing 8/10

Thorium - overrated Norse god 5/10 because lightning is still cool

Protactinum - sounds like some pretentious condom brand 4/10 wouldn’t do it with a dude who bought these

Uranium - I always thought she was a hot sailor scout 10/10

Neptunium - same for her I knew they weren’t cousins you couldn’t lie to me 4kids 10/10

Plutonium - sounds like a macguffin unfortunately 5/10

Americium - I read this with a pivotal letter missing and nearly died, 7/10 for the laugh

Curium - 10/10 gives me Curie vibes and also reminds me of curiosity which reminds me of—[old yellered before the association could set in]

Berkelium - what I shout when I want Burke (fam dog) to slaughter innocents and raze territories 2/10 world was not meant to know his commands

Californium - 1/10 California is cool with geography but probs could stand to chill with the ego sorry to my friends in Cali

Einsteinium - 6/10 it’s alright but we’re really running out of ideas huh

Fermium - 3/10 this one is porny

Mendelevium - 1/10 my brain didn’t like parsing this and I stand by my earlier statement of running out of good names

Nobelium - 0/10 you didn’t name any noble gases this cowards this gas can’t be a noble oh wait it’s NOBEL I take it back 5/10 seems an alright chap

Lawrencium - fear the old blood my sorry dead hunter’s ass I’ll never get back my life from the hours I spent trying to beat this lava shitting bastard 2/10 for being a boss who eats Taco Bell specifically before being challenged to have fresh lava shit with which to punish you for having the audacity to exist in his space

Rutherfordium - my god what a snob 4.2/10 I respect him a little but only because he sounds like a right lad

Dubnium - DROP THE BASS 10/10

Seoborgium - not sure about this one but it can have a 7/10

Bohrium - as an American English speaker this sound combination makes my pathetic throat become a black hole as I try to properly create the sound of it 10/10 I love when my body becomes a massive void in the universe

Hassium - lazy 2/10

Elements 109-118 can go fuck themselves I hate them all, collective 6.66/10 for their general demonic vibe

#the periodic table #made by an idiot #it’s me your manic dragon dream girl #long post

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