#maia oc

[eunoiaastralwings]

So I know y'all going to choose Cala – and therefore he is NOT in this poll

Yes yes – am evil

I don't care 😈😈😈

With that being said:

Secret other option : you're mad I didn't put Cala here 😭😂

#the silmarillion #silmarillion #eunoiawrites #tolkien elves #the silm #silmarillion oc #tolkien #tolkien oc #maia oc #maiar oc #tolkien silmarillion #silmarillion characters

[silmarillion-dnd]

Rochir:

Masterlist

Rochir is a noun that means both knight and horse lord in Sindarin and it is the name of the Maia you can find in the woods of Núath, a forest in the north of Beleriand, where they call themself lord. They are a friendly enough Maia as long as you don´t attack them or are rude. If you befriend them, which doesn´t take a lot only feed their ego and keep them company, they´re lonely, they will travel with you and let you ride them.

Rochir is a former Maia of Orome of about the same power as Huan so he only has the form of a horse. They used to spend a lot of their time on the shores so they somehow got Manwe´s blessing and have the most power when it´s storming. Sometimes they will make it rain or thunder for fun.

If you ask them to wait for you they will become a bit angry but the only consequence will be to have to hear them complain about it for some time, also if you ask them why they left Orome or how they got Manwe´s blessing or anything about their name they will either not answer or get angry.

As with any other Maia they are territorial so it would make sense to make your champ at Núath, at least for some time. They can also sense other Ainur, no matter the size, although if the Ainur is powerful enough and doesn´t want to be known Rochir will only know they are close, not where they are, but that also means they can help you find magical items.

They don´t need to eat but do enjoy some fresh meat and sugar cubes at times.

You can find a special tack for them somewhere in their forest with protection spells on it and a few other things such as healing potions and some weapons.

Rochir can only reach level 5 since they are a lesser Maia.

Pros;

Rochir is faster than any other steed you can find and will help you in battle if you ask them to, you can also call on them even if they didn´t travel with you and they will teleport to you. Even if you become unfriends they will usually forgive you if you let them be for a day or two. Rochir can and will hunt for you when you have become good friends and even might give some of their ëalar if you are about to die since it can regenerate to its former size although it takes some time, this will make Rochir weaker than a normal horse and they´ll turn down each second turn in a fight but it will give you +4 on almost everything and make you able to cast thunderwave and misty steps as an extra turn, although only 15 feet.

Cons;

Rochis is pretty egoistic and self-centered, it would be best if you make a habit of telling them how pretty and wonderful they are. Although Rochis can forgive you fairly easily they find it harder to forgive others and will quickly turn to violence if they feel threatened or are afraid for you or think a peaceful negotiation won´t work. You usually have to roll Persuasion if you take them with you to a city or meeting, or happen to meet someone on your travels with them to make them calm down and see reasons, as they insist they are always right. A lot of people can see Rochis is not a normal horse which might cause problems for you. 

Strength; 10 

Dexterity; 18

Constitution; 16

Intelligence; 12

Wisdom; 10

Charisma; 10

Spells;

Misty steps 30 feet range (teleport)

Dancing light 100 feet range (bonus action, four lights will appear that can be used as torches and will light up 20 feet range)

Tunderwave 15 feet range (2d8 thunder damage, pushed 10 feet away) - enemies make a safety roll to see how much damage they take

Storm of Vengeance 360 feet range (2d6 thunder damage and deaf for five turns) can only be used once in between longest until reaching level 10 - enemies make a safety roll to see if they get damaged

Destructive Wave of Mutilation 30 feet range (5d6 thunder damage and 5d6 radiant damage) - enemies make a safety roll to see if they get damaged

#rochir #tolkien #jrr tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion d&d #maiar #maia oc #oc

[blue-istari-stars-of-the-south]

Commission of my Tolkien OC Manó, Maia of Mandos and one of the Blue Istari done for me by:

#manó #silmarillion oc #tolkien oc #istari #ainur #maia of mandos #silmarillion #tolkien #ainur oc #maia oc #feanturi #silm #the silm #tolkien art #silmarillion art #blue istari

[jewel-pixelheart]

Tolkien Universe OCs

Here you will find all my Tolkien Universe related OCs and Arts :

OC -> The Silmarillion/The Rings of Power

Elmyr - Ref Sheet

Alruna - The Rings of Power Ref Sheet

Elmyr and Mairon

Elmyr and Mairon - First Met (coming soon)

You remind me of my husband - Halbrand and Alruna

Bounded by Love - Alruna & Halbrand

Alruna and Halbrand - Gift Art

Cavalry (coming soon)

OC -> LOTR/The Hobbit

Gilda Great-Oak - Ref Sheet

#oc #fan character #original character #lotr oc #lord of the rings oc #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #tolkien oc #rings of power #rings of power oc #the hobbit #the hobbit oc #hobbits #hobbit oc #maia oc #maiar #the silmarillion oc #the silmarillion #mairon #mairon x oc #sauron #sauron x oc #Halbrand #Halbrand x oc #the rings of power #the rings of power oc

[jonquilandlace]

*whispers*Cult of the Mouse*whispers*

#jonniejonniejonquil #cotl #cotl au #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb oc #cult of the lamb au #cotl fanart #cotl oc #maia oc #mouse oc #cotl sprite edit

[cilil]

Femslash February

⬡ Prompt: Weapons & annoyances to lovers (rare pair bingo) | Thuringwethil x Nári (OC) ⬡ Synopsis: Thuringwethil attempts to hunt a Balrog for sport. ⬡ Warnings: / ⬡ Drabble

"Bat! Where are you?!"

Grinning to herself as she hides on her perch, Thuringwethil lets the impetuous Balrog rampage around until she's right below her, then swoops down. 

Reckless and laughing, she sinks her razor-sharp claws into ashen skin, only to realise that, despite her considerable predatory prowess, Nári is still far too strong to be preyed upon. 

Thuringwethil finds herself swatted away like a fly, though gently and jovially, and faces the grinning fire demon. 

"Nice try," Nári comments. "And a cute attempt. My turn?" 

"Maybe," Thuringwethil bares her fangs at her. "But only if I feel like it…"

Thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @angbangbaby @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @eunoiaastralwings @i-did-not-mean-to @singleteapot @stormchaser819 @wandererindreams

#thuringwethil #nari #nári #oc #maia oc #thuringwethil x nari #wlw #drabble #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #femslash february

[edensinidil]

𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆 , the wildfire ( oc )

Amaurë's mumma ~

This is honestly just a sketch idk. I'm in a certain mood and just NEEDED to get smth out of her. Well as stated this is Amaurë's mother, a maia of fire who is also an avian ainu, symbolised by a peacock / phoenix. Those things on her head are peacock feathers!!

Gosh I have so many thoughts about her

Click for better quality!

#ʚ ꒰💮꒱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 ៸៸ ruinë ─ ❀. #ruinë #oc #tolkien oc #the silmarilion oc #maia oc #tolkien #the silmarillion #my art

[angbandsgeneral]

Through sheer strength of will and the degree to which I love this absolute fool, he has been (mostly) complete!!

If the offer for the kids is still up I would GLADLY take it-

his eye widens in surprise, pure and genuine delight flickering in the crimson hue before not a grin, nor a smirk — but a smile finds his dark lips. he takes little hesitance in leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek, and give an appreciative squeeze to your arm. “it's gorgeous, dollface. . .”

before that soft smile is curling into a smirk and he cocks his head to the side. “do you really think of me that much? wonder if we can find a way to remedy that. . .”

//YOU'VE OUTDID YOURSELF AGAIN SPOOPSXJKDXN GOD HES SO SO PRETTY, THE LIGHTING - THE LIGHTING!!! THE RENDERING, THE EVERTTHING I'M DJDOXKDKXKD no thoughts, just gonna be staring at this for the rest of the week because OH MY GOD S O B S thank you smmmm 😭❤️

#·⊰ ꒰🏮꒱ 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ៸៸ musing ❜‧₊ #tolkien #silm #maia oc #tolkien oc #the silmarillion #vanimóre #art #vanimore art #spoopy art #SQUEALING #THE HAIR LOOKS SO SO SOFF

[ofainur]

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ manwë ⠀〳 erulissë⠀ ❜࿔ 

· ⊰ synopsis. after losing a bet, the king of arda submits to his most rebellious subject, who claims to despise him despite touching him with so much love ( minors dni  ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ explicit descriptions ៸៸ strong language ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ choking ៸៸ bondage ៸៸ 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆-𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ៸៸ bottom!manwë ៸៸ top!lissë ៸៸ creampie )

· ⊰ note. both with the enabling of @cilil and one person on my erulissë rp blog demanding that I "release receipts" here we have a wonderful smut piece I wrote some time back of our beloved flower girly topping the king of arda ~ honestly I've been brainrotting over these two because for those of you who know her, lissë absolutely despises manwë because of his loyalty to eru and his constant selfless abiding to eru's will, whilst manwë views her with something almost akin to confusion because of her rejection of eru and his will

♡ — 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈

"P-Please. . ."

A slight groan leaves his lips as his head hangs back. His eyes glossy as he weeps for his subject. He couldn't help it. She felt so good. She was simply too beautiful. Even as she stared at him with such hate and malice. As her velvet walls squeezed around his cock.

"E-Erulissë — ngh!"

Her thumb on his nipple and rubbing so callously left him gasping for air. He, the Lord of the Winds, left breathless because of some Maia. His own subject.

"For the last time." Leaning over him, her usually gentle face scowls. "You call me Lissë. Or would you rather something else? Something more demeaning of your position right now?"

"I-I can't take it!" Manwë's whine resonates through his marble walls. His fingers curling into his palms as his wrists tug at the binds holding him down. "Let me touch you. Please," he gasps, fluttering his sapphire eyes at her.

"L-Let me touch you. . . Let me feel you ahnn ~"

His lips part and his eyes nearly roll back when her hips start grinding against his again. She's so small. So tight. She's practically sucking him in and sending him to ruin with rough touches from such soft hand.

Fingers coil around white hair and she yanks his head back, her eyes glaring down at his pathetic form. Her supposed king — here he lays. His pale, jade-like chest decorated in red claw marks. His neck wearing her bites and hickies with pride.

He is nothing in this moment.

He will forever be nothing to her.

And yet she wants him more.

"Pathetic excuse for a king." She spits, her fingers pinching and twisting at his nipple as her hips begin to rock faster. Forming an agonisingly slow rhythm that has Manwë seeing stars.

"You. . . " He breathes, trying to buck his hips faster — if only to feel her hand shoot down and claw at his skin. A warning. Which he promptly ignores. His hips piston upward, powerful and quick — fucking her back into an arching position and squelching her needy little cunt.

Erulissë cries out. It's her turn to splutter. But she quickly regains control and shoots her grip around his throat. Clamping down and hunching over him with such feral eyes.

"Y-You lost the bet, Súlimo." He speaks through clenched teeth, despite the pleasure flickering in her eyes. "I told you that you are my slut for the night."

"You are ruining me," he groaned out loudly, his head tossing back as he slows his hips down with much reluctance. "You. . . Oh just you wait. . ." He pants, face heated and brows furrowed. "When these bonds are off I will. . .ungh. . . ruin this tight little thing right in front of my maiar," he rasps. His hips piston a few more times, ramming right up into that tender spot as though to warn her.

"Oh you will scream for me. . ."

Erulissë has to bite down on her lower lip at his threat. Her hand clenches around his throat as her dark hair frames his face. She leans down, face a breath away from his.

"I'd love to see you try. . . You bastard." She chuckles, biting down on his lip and tearing through the sensitive skin. "But for now, you're mine for the evening."

She stares into his half-lidded eyes and no matter how many times she tells herself that she hates him — that she loathes Manwë Súlimo. She cannot deny their passion. Their fervent nights of strewn sheets and insults followed by numerous kisses.

Their kiss is like two stars colliding. Devastating. Ruinous. Teeth clattering, tongues twisting. She feels him tugging on his restraints — desperate to touch her and she laughs against his lips whilst mocking him by roaming her hands through his body. Showing him her control in this situation.

When she parts they are both gasping. Whispering each other's name as though it were a forbidden nectar on their tongues.

She arches her back once more and rides him as though he is nothing. As though he is not her king. And he takes it as though she isn't his subject. Their hips move in sync. Damaging. Bruising. Even their very touch burned with hate.

And even as her release tore through her and she says his name to the heavens — it's as though she is cursing it.

Oh, but he cares not. His slithered eyes watch her clench and squirt around his cock. Around the same man she claims to despise with her entire being.

He chuckles softly, his head limping back into the sheets as she claws at his chest again to get him to shut up.

"I hate you."

She reminds.

"You're beautiful."

He counters.

·⊰ masterlist.

·⊰ tip jar.

·⊰ get tagged for my writing. @a-contemplation-upon-flowers @cilil @justajane @floraroselaughter @justellie17

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ please consider liking, reblogging and / or commenting if you enjoy my work! all feedback is greatly appreciated ♡

#— ꒰🌸꒱ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔 ៸៸ erulissë ❀˙ ˖ #erulissë #erulisse #manwë #manwë súlimo #manwe #manwë / erulissë #manwe / erulisse #manwë x erulissë #manwe x erulisse #tolkien oc #the silmarillion oc #maia oc #ainu oc #minors dni #smut #oneshot

[edensrose]

Small little info points on my oc Lúmirë for those who are interested !

lúmirë means 'dark beauty'

maia of varda and manwë, he controls celestial dark matter and ensures it's balance, especially in the sky. he helped manwë in the creation of the sky and ensures that it is maintained as part of his duties

manwë's royal advisor

he is the older brother of my ocs ruinë and calassë, he is the twin of calassë ( calassë is his counterpart who controls celestial light matter, calassë is now a corrupt maia serving melkor )

he is a deer-presenting ainu, therefore has antlers and deer ears

studious and dedicated to his cause. he is painfully efficient in his duties and work, has a very black-and-white mindset on what is wrong and what is right. comes off as pretty standoffish and cold but that's mostly because of his straightforward and sometimes even monotone personality. has a bit of a sarcastic undertone and a no-nonsense attitude. he's actually a huge softy and naturally protective of other ( also he can get very flustered in intimate and affectionate situations ~ he's so precious, )

he tried to stop calassë when she wished to rain the true power of the stars down onto the land, this turned into a huge fight and resulted in his hands being forever wounded. they grew to be beyond sensitive to touch because his sister had burnt them so horribly. he wears gloves now. for some time he couldn't use his hands at all because of how they shook

very protective of his sisters, loves them so much and was crushed to see them grow corrupted

used to play the harp but now no longer can due to his hands

lúmirë feels indebted to manwë

fána refuses to die for some special little secret that we will get into the more I reveal him

some more pics because fuck I'm obsessed with his face claim please he's so pretty I can't xjdndk

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐝𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐬 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #tolkien ocs #lúmirë #maia oc #ainu oc

[son-of-the-moon-and-sun]

Oh my word! Cala! I had the best idea *with a cheeky smile I put out a grinch outfit* I got you a grinch custom and I gave myself the red nose for his dog. Whatcha think?

Cala blinks just staring at the costume for a moment.

“You. . .want me. . .to wear. . .that?”

He asks – unsure still staring at the bright green color.

Then he just sighs – defeated under the love cast upon heart.

“Wonderfully fine idea, thank you, Melmë. . .”

He adds – a little sarcastic tone in his voice.

But he’ll do it – he’ll do anything for you if it made you happy.

— —☀️ answered ｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ˎˊ˗

#— —☀️ answered ｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ˎˊ˗ #Cala answers #Cala x reader #Cala #silm oc #silmarillion oc #tolkien #tolkien oc #maia oc #maiar #maia #the silmarillion #the silm fandom #silmarillion #the silm #silm #LMAOO AM DEAD #THIS WAS SO GOOD #He is like: great. . .yeah. . . *dead voice*

[eunoiaastralwings]

Lúthriel – @luthriel-tinuviel

Quildalótien – @quiet-flower-wonderlings

Cala – @son-of-the-moon-and-sun

Ixalië – @illicit-unknown-shadows

Cóloniélë – @tears-of-burden

#the silmarillion #silmarillion #eunoiawrites #the silm #silmarillion oc #tolkien #tolkien oc #maia #maia oc #valar oc #valar #tolkien elves #tolkien maia #tolkien valar #tolkien maiar

[ainur-interactions]

*puts Fly Me to the Moon in the background* Lúmirë, dance with me, hold me close and *blushes*, kiss me?

a soft pink flushes lúmirë's face, but a smile graces his lips. he holds his palm out to you, pulling you closer when you slip your hand into his. “if that is what you wish, my moonlight,” he murmurs, guiding your hands into position and he begins to sway with you beneath the starlit sky.

“how can I deny my dearest beloved?” voice tender and mild, he dips closer — lips brushing against yours with tender ardour.

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ want to know more about lúmirë? check out this post

#·⊰ ꒰🌸꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ៸៸ lúmirë ─ ♡. #lúmirë x reader #lumire #lúmirë #lumire x reader #tolkien oc #the silmarilion oc #silm #tolkien #the silmarilion #maia oc #ainu oc #ainur #maiar #interactions

[ainur-confessions]

I just wanna wrap Lúmirë in some blankets and have tea with him while caring for his hands. I would kiss his hands every day and massage them also. I just wanna give him lots of comfort and love, and tell him he's doing a good job 🥺

considering that lúmirë has a horrible habit of overworking and pretending that everything is alright when it is certainly not, he would definitely appreciate this sort of thing. the poor maia might be surprised at first and it would definitely take some coaxing.

however, he has a soft heart for you. so the second you start with your affection and comfort, he's immediately melting into you. whimpering when you massage and kiss his trembling hands. he almost appears ashamed.

those trembling hands would then cup your face, as he presses butterfly kisses to your skin. murmuring about how grateful he is to have you in his life and how much he loves you.

♡. wanna know more about lúmirë? check out this post

#·⊰ ꒰🎐꒱ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ៸៸ lúmirë ─ ♡. #lúmirë #lúmirë x reader #lumire #lumire x reader #tolkien oc #the silmarilion oc #ainu oc #maia oc #the silmarilion #silm #tolkien #ainur #maia #confessions

[jewel-pixelheart]

The Silmarillion OC

Here she is, my beloved Elmyr 🩵

If you want to see more content about Elmyr/Alruna: click here

And yes, I have a second Tolkien Universe related OC ✨️

She can be include (so far) into : The Silmarillion, the series The Rings of Power, The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.

Small Disclaimer :

I'm not an expert on Tolkien's work/world. I've only seen the movies/series.

But, I'm currently reading The Silmarillion, and even though I love it so much so far, this is the hardest book I have ever read 😵‍💫 Not sure I get all the story right, but I'm doing my best to understand everything ✨️

This is why my OC is more based on the movies/series than the books. Well, only until my knowledges on Tolkien's books get stronger 💪🏻

I will also make a Rings of Power timeline that will be different from her original one from The Silmarillion. I know a lot of people don't like this series (and I can understand why since I'm reading The Silmarillion), but I personally like the series as it is: Inspired by Tolkien's work and not a direct adaptation.

Things being said, and despite not having finished writing her full story yet, I still have some basic information about Elmyr to share with you:

Other Names

Alruna, Astal

Titles

The White Knight

Mother of Wolves

Great Protector of Númenor (formaly)

Birth

Before the Ainulindalë

Death

Immortal

Race

Ainur (Maiar)

Maia of Tulkas and Nessa

Realms

Valinor

Númenor

Middle-Earth

Soupse

Mairon

Weapons

Powers of Maiar

Shapeshift (especially her Wolf form)

Magic

Sword

As I already said, I'm not an expert on Tolkien's work, so any help or corrections would be welcome 🙏🏻

Do not copy, retrace or use my art without my consent !

#oc #fan character #original character #tolkien oc #tolkien #maia oc #lotr #lotr oc #the silmarillion #the silmarillion oc #lord of the rings #lord of the rings oc #maiar #mairon #mairon x oc #sauron #sauron x oc #annatar x oc #annatar #rings of power #rings of power oc #the rings of power #the rings of power oc #halbrand #halbrand x oc

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Inside Joke

@deanobingo, @laurfilijames...Here it is, my mad crossover of several fandoms...

I am not even going to try to explain or apologise haha

Words: 1k

Pairing: Anders & OC & Lucifer Morningstar

Warnings: This will make no sense, I am afraid...(Depicted are The Silm/TAJ/Lucifer(TV)...so...)

Imá had not chosen to end up in this particular bar—at least, she did not have the feeling that there had been any conscious decision-making.

She was beyond protesting and rebelling against the invisible hand that directed all her movements; she had made her peace with being an insignificant cog in the unfathomable machine that was, at best, some obscure destiny and, at worst, the random will of some uninterested and profoundly uncaring higher power.

“Not interested,” she hissed without looking up as the air around her was stirred by the discreet aroma of power and manliness.

As a neglectable servant of what modern humans might well have called a “deity”, Imá sensed the sublime thrumming along that foreign, fragile skin she wore as a disguise. Again, she was unsurprised—maybe this dump was a popular spot for minor supernatural or divine creatures that vacationed in this rancid, deplorable sphere of existence and nobody had bothered informing her, or that judge, jury, and executioner all rolled into one just thought it was funny to throw them together and watch them hiss at one another.

“Oh, come on, pretty.”

This time, Imá did lift her eyes; she scoffed as the vibrating power emanating from the pleasant-looking man beside her hit her square in the chest.

“Anders,” he introduced himself with a mellow smile that looked eerily familiar—she had conjured up the likes of him many a time before as a reward or a punishment for the deathless souls under her master’s care.

“Not interested,” she repeated adamantly and shook her head.

His next words—empty phrases of invitation—were delivered in a trembling voice that smacked of a startlingly unexpected flavour of divinity. “Norse?” she croaked and chuckled under her breath. “What is this? The cemetery of discarded beliefs?”

The man stared at her in disbelief; he seemed shockingly comfortable in his earthly shell of doomed flesh and the reassuring, soothing smile he was flashing her reminded her of the ancient warriors of old that had passed beyond the confines of her power upon laying down their laughably short lives.

Imá sighed wearily.

“Really?” she then exclaimed when Anders—far from taking the hint and seeking out a more gullible victim—slid closer to her as if he was attracted to the way the vestiges of her skills resonated with the trickery he was dispensing. “Leave me alone!”

Pulling herself up to her full height and throwing back the long, dark curls obscuring her pale face, she settled a cold, judgemental look on his bright, grinning face.

His eyes were the colour of a dream-sky and she was sure that his dense, honey-coloured curls would feel like silk under her numb fingers; there was something poetic and charming about him and—had she not served Irmo for half an eternity—she might even have been taken in by his suave aura.

“Don’t you like what you see?” he teased, spreading his strong arms wide to invite her slowly warming gaze.

“I know that you’ve chosen this body,” she purred, “and I wonder why you didn’t make yourself…taller.”

That finally made him flinch back and an expression of hurt crossed the endless firmament of his eyes; Imá forced her face to relax—she was not here to get into fights with beings that were not even part of her own mythology.

She was in enough trouble as it was, having shirked her duties to run away like a thief in the night.

“Did I hear someone call for a tall gent?”

“Eru save me,” Imá groaned as another man slid onto the barstool on the other side of her; she was essentially trapped between two imposters who could not take “no” for an answer. “What now? God save the queen—or is it a king now?—and all that, but please, I just want to have a drink in peace.”

“Lucifer,” the newcomer introduced himself, “Morningstar. How do you do?”

“Catholicism,” Imá moaned, “spicy.” Her words were dripping with sarcasm—Námo would have been proud of her—and her overly radiant, iridescent eyes rolled up in helpless annoyance. “You’re but ideas, and not very good ones to begin with, I’m sorry to say.”

“Bragi,” Lucifer greeted, sucking his teeth as if the mere name tasted sour on his tongue. “Picture meeting you here.”

“The literal devil,” Anders replied in the same tense tone, “how quaint.”

“Should I leave you two to it?” Imá asked and tried to slide off her stool as discreetly as possible.

Unfortunately, this made her catch a glimpse of the second person who had decided to harass her on that fateful night.

“Oh, nice touch with the freckles and all,” she praised jeeringly. “I am not sure if I didn’t prefer the version with the horns or that one time you were a tall lady.”

“That can be arranged,” Lucifer purred and leaned in closer to ask her what she truly desired in his most melting accents.

“I want…” Imá replied dazedly, “to be left to my own devices and not to be beleaguered by men with strange accents in bespoke suits. Who would willingly dress like that? Are the children of Men impressed by that kind of costume?”

Now, both drew back in shock.

“And enough with the voice tricks; I’ve worked under Irmo for a long time—I am intimately familiar with the seduction of words and the images some overpowered entity can conjure up in one’s mind. I’ve not become a torturer for my master’s brother because I am easily swayed by vain promises; you can keep your hallowed halls and your infamous hell.”

“Who are you?” Anders grunted, leaning against the counter in a show of relaxed interest that was belied by the intensity of his gaze and the twitching of his lips.

“Imá,” she introduced herself, “a chimera, a phantasm, a mere pipe dream…just like you.”

“We are a collective belief,” Lucifer protested. “At least, I am.”

“You’re still made up—and, believe me, this is not what dreams are made of!”

Taking advantage of their wordless shock, Imá finally managed to slip out of their grasp, shaking off the tendrils of their absurd magic and winked at them.

“See, it’s not so funny anymore if your victim is in on the joke, is it?” she laughed and disappeared into the night.

So, there we have it!

Lots of love <3

#og post #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #Maia OC #TAJ #Deanobingo2023 #Dean O'Gorman #Anders #lucifer morningstar #Crossover