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astralscrivener · 10 months

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✨ fic directory ✨

i’ve created a post to keep all of my fics in one place. all fics can be found on ao3. (last updated february 7th, 2024)

major ongoing works

STEALING OUR OWN PLACE IN THE SUN

- voltron: legendary defender: a rewrite of vld seasons 4-8. - team focus, broganes, klance, adashi, romellura - rated M, graphic depictions of violence + other warnings in author notes - 22/45 chapters, 251k words (december 25th, 2022) - last posted: chapter 22: season 7, episode 3: elliptical orbit

AT SKYFALL

- voltron: legendary defender: canon-divergent au in which keith and shiro are captured by the galra at a coalition gala. things become more complicated when the team’s search for shiro turns up someone else: adam, shiro’s fiancé. - broganes, klance, adashi - rated M, graphic depictions of violence + other warnings in author notes - 8/? chapters, 25k words (september 2nd, 2023) - last posted: chapter 8: division and discord

ABCS OF KLANCE

- voltron: legendary defender: oneshots, one prompt for each letter of the alphabet, focused on keith and lance’s relationship - variety of aus, some overlap with squad up (2017-19 modern au), mostly established relationship klance - 17 works, 83k words (february 4th, 2024) - a: artistry • b: brutality • c: comfort • d: defeat • e: elegance • f: faithfulness • g: grief • h: homelessness • i: information • j: jealousy • k: knell • l: loyalty • m: mercy • n: need • o: opportunity • p: pain • q: quest • r: rumor • s: sleep • t: trust • u: uncertainty • v: victory • w: worry • x: xenon • y: yearning • z: zero - last posted: never desert you, never let go (w: worry)

other ongoing works

THESE 20S ARE RAWRING AND THESE DUNGEONS ARE DRAGONING

- voltron: legendary defender: modern au + d&d series started in 2020 as a stress response to quarantine - team focus, klance, adashi, romellua, hunay

• main work: the rawring 20s XD - chatfic that only updates if i think it will be funny - rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author notes - 5/5 chapters, 17k words - last posted: chapter 5: there is no easter bunny, there is no tooth fairy, (september 8th, 2022)

- other works include klance-centric oneshots + snippets of the group’s ongoing d&d campaign - 5 works, 37k words - last posted: midnight into morning coffee (february 7th, 2024)

VLD FIC REQUESTS

- voltron: legendary defender: oneshots across a variety of aus written in response to prompts from friends and followers - variety of ships, but mainly klance and adashi - some overlap with squad up - 15 works, 92k words (july 8th, 2023) - last posted: distraction

major completed works

DECEIT SO NATURAL

- voltron: legendary defender: canon-divergent trilogy in which lance and keith fool their way behind enemy lines and onto lotor’s ship to steal vital information on the galra empire—only for lotor to become far more dangerous than anyone anticipated. - mainly klance, extremely one-sided lancelot - written before gay shiro reveal + age discourse, contains side shallura - 3 works, 315k words - completed june 15th, 2018

• WHERE PEOPLE GO TO DIE - lotor mistakenly believes that lance is a galra soldier spying on the paladins, and invites him to return home. keith follows him undercover as a prisoner, and quickly draws lotor’s ire as things spiral rapidly out of control. - rated M, graphic depictions of violence - 14/14 chapters, 49k words - completed july 9th, 2017

• DYNASTY DECAPITATED - lotor becomes vindictive after having been played for a fool by team voltron, and the team struggles to hold the voltron alliance together while fending off his rapid advances. meanwhile, keith and lance explore a new stage of their relationship and learn exactly what the other means to them. - rated M, graphic depictions of violence - 18/18 chapters, 67k words - completed august 7th, 2017

• STARS GO DOWN - lotor has captured lance and sentenced keith to death halfway across the universe. lance struggles to hold onto himself as he plays the role of an amnesiac, while keith attempts to fight his way back to the team, alone. meanwhile, the team, down two lions and two paladins, scrambles to bring keith and lance home amidst betrayals and tumult in the voltron alliance. - rated M, graphic depictions of violence, temporary major character death + other warnings in author notes - 37/37 chapters, 198k words - completed june 15th, 2018

SQUAD UP

- voltron: legendary defender: modern au written from 2017-19 to cope with the horrors of being in high school and the transition into college - written before gay shiro reveal + age discourse, contains side shallura and shiro/allura/matt - 25 works, 561k words - completed may 10th, 2019

• main work: squad up - chatfic chronicling the gang’s last year of high school - rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note - 140/140 chapters, 327k words - completed june 15th, 2018

• main work: a midsummer night’s meme - chatfic chronicling the gang’s last summer before college - rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note - 27/27 chapters, 79k words - completed august 31st, 2018

• main work: because guys like us are cool in college - series of oneshots/snippets following keith and lance’s freshman year of college - rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note - 84/84 chapters, 83k words - completed may 10th, 2019

LIGHT UP THE PATH (THROUGH A SKY FULL OF STARS)

- voltron: legendary defender: 28 oneshots completed for klance au month february 2019. - klance - variety of aus, including but not limited to modern au, canon-divergent/other paladinsverse, fantasy au, and more - rated M, creator chose not to use archive warnings + other warnings in author note - 28/28 chapters, 49k words - completed february 28th, 2019

additional oneshots not mentioned here can be found on archive of our own ✨ other writing (including drabbles, snippets, and prompts from tumblr ask games) can be found in my writing tag ✨

happy reading!

#eileen speaks #my writing #vld #voltron legendary defender #sorry for the wonky formatting #i had it in nice neat bullets but bc i'm not using the new post editor tumblr ruined it. love and light

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theaceace · 5 months

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When Burgess summoned Dream, instead of Dream being completely cut off from the Dreaming, instead the magic pulled all of Fawney Rig into the soft places at the edge of the Dreaming, so like Dream still can't get out of the circle and his subjects can't get in but the Dreaming suffers much less and crucially, he still has access to some tiny fraction of his power

So now the whole house and everyone in it is sort of tied to the Dreaming and there's just oodles of magic coming off it, and the house in the Waking and the house in the Dreaming exist sort of superimposed over each other. Like you can be in one and sort of be aware of the other but you can't really flip between the two

And I want the whole thing to operate on a sort of combo between Aladdin in the cave of wonders/Orpheus leaving with Eurydice rules where it's said that if you enter the house in the Dreaming side and manage to find the Dream king, he'll grant you the thing you've been dreaming of, but the catch is you have to believe you have it. You have to leave the house without checking. So Burgess asks for Randall, but he turns to look almost before they're out of the basement because if he were Dream then he would pull a trick (TBF it wasn't actually Randall, just a dream of him, but Burgess couldn't tell the difference anyway because he was a terrible father and you can't change my mind). After that, he never managed to find the basement again. Never even manages to find the dream house again, only the waking one, although he goes mad looking for it

But like. Someone else asks for riches and the Dream king says they can be found the guy's pocket or whatever, but he can't feel anything? There's no weight there, no shape, his pocket seems empty (it isn't when he checks, but as soon as he gets out of the house, yelling about his triumph, it's gone and the house is mundane again)

Alex, who doesn't ask for anything until after the death of his father (and after he murdered Jessamy) asks for peace. For safety. The Dream king says nothing, and Alex lives the rest of his life in the Dreaming version of the house, too scared to step outside in case whatever peace he's found in his personal prison vanishes

Ethel never makes it to the house in the Dreaming . She takes what she wants from the waking, and when she leaves she doesn't look back once

Time passes, and more and more people find their way to Fawney Rig, but as Dream himself said, the great stories always return to their original forms, so no one succeeds because that's how it goes

And then. And then Hob. Hob who finds his way to the house just looking for an answer. Looking for something he can do to make sure his Stranger is there in 2089, because otherwise he might lose his mind with the what-ifs. So he finds the house, and he meets Alex, who hasn't set foot outside the front door in over 80 years except it's a little hard to feel sorry for him when Hob realises why. He meets Paul, who lives solidly in the waking, and hasn't been able to convince Alex that it would be worth it to leave with him. He finds his way down to the basement, finally, and there he finds his Stranger

And at first he thinks? It's a trick? Because isn't that sort of what this place does, it tricks you? But he speaks to Dream, and he gets the rest of the story from him, and the only thing Hob wants to take from this place is Dream. And he's like I want to get you out of here, but I can't because you're trapped in that circle (which for reasons unknown to the author right now but probably has something to do with the nature of dreams and stories can't just be broken like a regular spell circle) and I can't do anything about it and Dream is all you know the story, Hob Gadling. It is a more powerful magic than the binding. Leave, and don't look back, and trust that I am following

(Dream knows the story. He's sure he knows how it ends. But he also knows that it has to be played out, that he has to give Hob this chance - he finds himself, as he follows, weeping silently for his son and Eurydice)

So then there would be the agonising climb and return through the maze of the house where Hob almost looks back a bunch of times, and eventually he makes it to the door and steps out into the bright sun of the waking, and -

End title

#Dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #On today's episode of 'fics I have so vividly in my head but Simply Cannot Put To Paper'#Have some more angst. Still on the house #Haha get it? On the house? Ey?#Never mind #Trying this again because the formatting went wonky when I first posted it sorry folks

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johnbleepingzoidberg · 1 year

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UNTITLED EVIL LUIGI AU COMIC THING | Page 5 of (???)

the italian says “you’re a loser” i think. i googled common italian insults and that’s what it gave me. i wanted to go with something sharper but i don’t speak italian and i was a little worried about just slapping a harsh italian insult i found on google down and calling it a day without knowing the possible repercussions LOL

i feel like the coloring kinda got away from me on this one. oh well. also i meant to actually put pictures in the frames behind bowser in panel 5 but i forgot. double oh well

little jokes/references i tried to hide in here that may or may not be very legible:

mario’s new coffee cup says marty. because i love the idea of mario being the mushroom kingdoms savior for 20+ years and yet the toads still can’t get his name right at starbucks

the time on the alarm clock reads 10:05 and is a band reference :)

luigi’s doing some research on the paranormal and is reading a book called can you burn a luigi board? a guide to the paranormal because that video truly lives in my head rent free and it’s just. too perfect. because. come on. luigi. ghosts. etc. totally unrelated to the story just wanted to throw it in here Somewhere lmfao

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fish-bowl-2 · 3 months

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Edd Moodboard consisting exclusively of images saved on my phone.

#formatting on this one is a little wonky but I am on mobile so whatever #these are largely for my entertainment anyway #sorry that half of these are distressed animals but what can I say #ed edd n eddy #eene

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vulnus-sanare · 4 months

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I might be influenced by my obsession, but I am watching Snow Cake (2006) and two dialogue moments in that movie just screamed SNAPE at me.

First moment: Alex is sitting in a gas station's cafe, and a girl approaches (Vivienne) and sits in his booth. To make my point, I will replace Alex's name with Severus'. BECAUSE IT FITS.

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Vivienne: What are you reading?

Annoyed, he looks at her briefly and shows her the cover.

Severus: "Wipe the slate, light the candle." Vivienne: Is that a novel? Severus: It's fiction. Vivienne: I've been thinking of writing one of those. [...] I have the best title: "The Bleeding Child Within". What do you think? Severus: It's very good.

He replies looking at her again, and returns to his book.

Vivienne: I don't know what a particular area of human pain or misery I'm going to focus it on yet. I just like the title. Don't want to waste it.

Silence - he ignores her profusely.

Vivienne: You're English, right?

There's an intake of breath.

Severus: Look, you seem to be a really chatty kind of person and I don't want to be rude - but I'm not chatty - so perhaps you'd be better off sitting somewhere else. Vivienne: Have you seen some of these people? Severus: Oh, there are a few empty tables around. Vivienne: Do you want to know why I sat here? Because you look like a man who needs to talk. You look like a guy who hasn't talked in a really long time.

[...]

Later he gives her a lift.

Severus: I'm driving to Winnipeg. You better get out when I've had enough Vivienne: I'm Vivienne, by the way. Severus: Alex. I have to tell you I just got out of prison. Vivienne: Oh. Fraud? Severus: I killed someone.

This is AU post-war Severus Snape after serving time in Azkhaban.

Convince me it's not.

#alan rickman #severus snape #personal #snow cake #i am sorry if the formatting looks wonky but tumblr doesn't respect my wishes and after I post it - it turns all words into patchwork

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zukkaoru · 3 months

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nobamaki + “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 😏

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Nobara’s mouth goes dry. She swallows against the pressure of the Maki’s arm against her throat.

“On the contrary,” she says, breathless, “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

Maki raises an eyebrow. “Are you now?”

Nobara’s tongue darts out from her mouth, wetting her lips. She watches Maki’s eyes track the movement.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I am.”

send me a ship + a sentence and i’ll write the next five(ish) sentences

#and then they make out ❤️#nobamaki #jjk #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #context in my head is that they were sparring and nobara was trying to bait maki into being rougher with her #she was having a dazaicoded moment #ty for the ask!!#and once again sorry for wonky formatting/typos i’m on mobile and so eepy #brooke tag #grace's writing tag #ask game

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imaginethezeldaverse · 10 months

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Do you also do other characters like Zelda (botW/totk) if you do then, Zelda x fem reader or gn but if not that’s cool. Just wondering

“You wanted to see me, milady?”

You walked into Zelda’s bedchamber, wondering what she had called you for. The princess stood at the mirror in her room, hands shakily holding a pair of scissors. At your question she yelped, the object clanging onto the floor.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” came her nervous apology as she picked up them up, “I just wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her, it wasn’t often that the princess was so unnerved. Her frazzled disposition added to a part of her charm in your opinion. “It’s no problem, princess, how can I be of assistance to you this afternoon?” Upon your question, Zelda eyed the scissors in her hand once more. She seemed to be mulling something over, and it wasn’t until she turned to you, with the scissors in her hands that a request was at the forefront of her thoughts.

“Would you mind…” and you watched as her eyes shifted slightly away from your gaze “Helping me…cut my hair?”

You were stunned at first, her long golden locks being quite the envy of a lot of people - servants and townsfolk alike. Yet after her recent events with defeating the Calamity and rebuilding Hyrule, even you could understand her want for some change. You smiled, your hands closing over hers to take the scissors from her hands. "I'd be happy to, milady."

Gesturing for her to sit at her boudoir, she took her seat with some obvious apprehension. Thankfully cutting hair was nothing new to you, however, having often been the go-to for majority of the people in the servants quarters for a trim. You had an adept hand, being able to frame faces and keep things neat. "What length shall I cut it to, princess?" Zelda hummed, her hands curling in her lap. She's had her hair quite lengthy for as long as she could remember. However, times are changing, she felt. "Cut it above my shoulders." Just like your princess to be bold. You nodded accordingly, "Of course, Princess Zelda." Taking her hairbrush, you stood behind her, your fingers weaving through her canary colored tresses and brushing them slowly. Her hair was incredibly silky, noting to yourself to take special care of them as you worked. After a few minutes of some brushing, you were satisfied with the lack of knots left in her hair. Taking up the scissors now you looked into the reflection of the mirror, locking eyes with her for but a moment, "Are you ready, milady? Once I begin cutting, there is no turning back, I'm afraid." Zelda took a deep breath. Her nod was firm as she straightened up her posture, "I'm ready. Please, cut it off." Your grin was benign, your nod just as firm. In your steady hands you snipped away the locks of the princess, inch by inch they fell to the ground. Zelda watched your face with some fondness - your expression one of careful concentration and familiar tenderness. You were always so kind to her. Most would shy away from her royalty, afraid of her status. Not you though.

With how you treated her, it was clear you respected her as the leader of your country - and she tried so hard to present herself as an equal to her subjects. To you, she was a real leader. You’d told her as such one evening, when her doubts ran high and her anxiety a cloud of judgement over her head. She always loved that about you - honest, but so very caring.

As you came to her mid back, you began humming a tune - one Zelda knew very well. It was something she’d heard you hum as you tended to guests or during your daily chores. A brilliant voice you had, she enjoyed listening to you whenever she was near. The princess closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax. She felt your fingers comb through her locks, strands being taken and cut away with. Mixing your fluid movements and the soft snipping sounds was beginning to lull her to actual rest, though Zelda willed herself to stay awake out of courtesy. You put the scissors down, now taking a few tresses in your hands and pulling them into the braid she loved. It took some time to fasten the crowned braid around her head as she normally wore it - but with some precision, you were finally finished.

“There. Have a look see, princess.”

Her suddenly tired eyes flitted open to inspect her new hair. It was the length she requested, though cut into a shapely layered bob that curved along the lines of her face. At the top was her signature braid - plaited cleanly to circle her crown. Her eyes were wide with awe. Immediately she jumped up, her fingers tousling her new locks with glee.

“Oh it’s brilliant!” she exclaimed, turning to you with her face alight, “Just brilliant - I couldn’t have asked for a better look.” Her hands clasped around yours, “You must join me for afternoon tea, it’s the least I could do to thank you.” You flushed, “I…would be honored, princess.”

She smiled, “Wonderful,” her hands still held onto yours, she seemed to think on something for a second and then looked back to you, “It’s always a delight having you around, you know. I should suppose we may gather together more often? I’d love to learn more about you.”

The blush on her cheeks had your breath in a hold. Quickly you nodded, trying your best not to let your face redden any further than it already was. You took to squeezing her hands ever so slightly, “I’d love nothing more, milady.”

#sorry if the format is a little wonky #i had to switch from desktop to mobile #tloz #the legend of zelda #zelda #princess zelda #zelda x reader #reader can be read as gender neutral #fluff #zelda imagines #the legend of zelda imagines #drabble

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tathrin · 5 days

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I'm working on some Background Timeline Nonsense for my Celebrimbor In The Fellowship AU fic and trying to put together stuff in a way that both makes sense and is fun (and reconciles some of the Unfinished Tales mess). I've already blathered at poor @babybat98 about this, but I figure I might as well subject the rest of you all to it share it here too, in case anyone has Thoughts or Suggestions:

A Timeline of the Lords of the Woodland Elves.

506 F.A. Doriath is sacked (about 30 years before the Third Kinslaying at Sirion).

By 511 F.A., refugees from Gondolin and a few Drúadain joined them there, and by 525 Earendil and Elwing were wed and ruling the Havens of Sirion.

539 F.A., the last of the Fëanorians show-up in Sirion and do their usual silmaril-slaughter, and Elwing jumps off the cliff. The Havens are left in ruins, and Morgoth has control of all Beleriand, blah blah blah.

545 F.A. the Host of the Valar land in Beleriad. The War of Wrath begins.

590 F.A. Morgoth defeated, War of Wrath ends, First Age ends. *Galadriel probably doesn't actually marry Celeborn until now, possibly because of the whole "don't marry during war" thing the Calaquendi tend to do? unclear, because everything involving them is unclear lmao

1 S.A. the Grey Havens are built in Lindon, the only place in Beleriand that really survived the War of Wrath.

By 20 S.A. Galadriel and Celeborn leave Lindon, where Gil-galad is now king (probably crowned because of Galadriel's influence somehow? Unclear, again!). Galadriel and Celeborn go to Eriador and dwell near Lake Nenuial, where they are accounted "the Lord and Lady of the Eldar in Eriador" according to one version of the Unfinished Tales. They have a lot of Noldor, Grey-elves, and Green-elves with them at this time. Now for the fun backstory stuff...what if we say that Celeborn, Oropher, and Amdír were all basically BFFs from their youth in Doriath, and will remain thus for many years before the eventual splintering around 750 S.A.?

So, as of S.A. 10-20 when Galadriel and Celeborn leave Lindon, what if we say that Amdír and Oropher are with them also at this point, and with them their sons? They can be part of the company of mingled Noldor and Iathrim who are mentioned there at Lake Nenuial, with Celeborn (relative of Thingol) and Galadriel (sister of Finrod) as the "highest ranking" of their little quartet, and also the ones (especially Galadriel) who care the most about rank/leadership, and thus fall naturally into that role both in behavior and in the eyes of everyone around them, while Amdír and Oropher are more advisors/etc (maybe they end up in charge of guarding everybody, as the Warriors of the group). Amroth could be as young as 110 right now if he was just a wee little lad when Doriath was destroyed, barely an adult, or at any rate easily less than 200 yet. Perhaps Amdir never made it to Sirion at all, and only rejoined his son after the War of Wrath? (Perhaps Amdir's mom died in the Kinslaying, like Nellglind?) Regardless, Galadriel and/or Celeborn could have been doing most of the looking-after of him during the War either way, and thus we get Amroth as sort of "their kid" like he was in that draft, while not actually being their son which wouldn't make sense. Maybe Celeborn looked after both Amroth and Thranduil while the other adults were involved more in the fighting, given that picturing either Amdir or Oropher NOT fighting if they were still in Beleriand at this point is difficult (albeit not impossible: they could always have gone "fuck this shit, this is a Calaquendi Problem, you deal with it") and Galadriel is The Mighty One while Celeborn is more chill (and because I like not having The Woman be the one doing the child-minding lol). Alternatively, they could have all fought to varying degrees, with young Thranduil the one charged with looking after younger Amroth? idk most of the War of Wrath is pretty hand-wavy even in Tolkien's stuff so this can stay vague lol

At any rate, we pick-up the thread with our next Known(ish) event:

300 S.A. is when Celebrían is probably born. At this point, her parents are presumably still in Eriador. So, we could have them all living together as a little found family unit of survivors at Lake Nenuial, with Amroth and Thranduil acting as sort of older brothers/cousins to Celebrian. Perhaps she has more of a brotherly relationship with Amroth, who is younger, and a little more distance between her and Thranduil, because he's so much older (and lived through the trauma of everything more directly)? He sees himself as the Sensible And Mature One who has to look out for the younger/more naive kids, perhaps? At some point, of course, there must be some kind of a falling-out of some sort between Oropher and Galadriel/Celeborn, because we need to have some reason as the driving factor (combined with the increasing numbers of Dwarves in Moria, which we know Oropher wasn't pleased by; hello Doriath Trauma Round One!) for him to do the whole "moved his people north three times" from the original location of Amon Lanc in order to avoid being near Galadriel and Celeborn in Lórien. Perhaps the falling-out can be traced back to Ost-in-Edhil somehow?

750 S.A. is approximately when Eregion is founded, and construction is begun on Ost-in-Edhil. 750 S.A. is also around when we're told that Oropher and Amdir took up lordship of their respective Silvan lands (although I'm already deviating from those details a bit because fuck colonialism lol; but that's easy enough to do and still claim canon-compliance due to the vagueness of all of this in "canon" anyway, so we'll still use that as the rough date of when the Sindar refugees came to Laurelindórenan/Greenwood, and just say the whole "king" thing in Greenwood happened later and the Noldorian historians never caught the nuances, shhh) So if we extrapolate from all that... What if the falling-out happens because of Eregion? What if Amdir and Oropher are not about to accept an open and friendly relationship with the local Dwarves, after what happened to Thingol and Doriath; and Galadriel, with her foresight and her stubbornness and her Noldorin love of craft (and the fact that her first main trauma was Alqualondë long before the Sindar were scarred by the Battle of a Thousand Caves), refuses to let her Goals™️ be held hostage to their grudges and trauma, and insists that the only way forward for this land is hand-in-hand with the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm. Celeborn reluctantly sides with his wife (even though he loathes dwarves as much as any of them) over his friends, and Amdir and Oropher go off in a huff with those others of the Elves of Eriador who aren't interested in More Noldorin Bullshit, crossing the mountains and joining with the Silvan Elves in the east. So:

750 S.A. Amdir and Oropher leave with a group of followers, while Galadriel and Celeborn found Ost-in-Edhil with Celebrimbor, the two of them being taken as Lord and Lady of Eregion while he's (presumably) just in charge of the smiths for now.

1000 S.A. Sauron, not wanting to start shit with the western elves or Numenorians right not because they're too strong (and presumably just not giving a shit about the little Wood-elves in their forests), beings building Barad-dûr.

1200 S.A. Sauron tries to beguile the Elves of Lindon, and Gil-galad tells him to fuck-off. He tries again in Eregion, and despite Galadriel going "big nope!" the Gwaith-i-Mírdain there welcome him.

1350 S.A. Sauron manages to get Galadriel ousted from Ost-in-Edhil, and Celebrimbor becomes lord of the place. Galadriel and Celebrían leave via Moria, and spend a while in Khazad-dûm with their dwarven friends before making their way eventually to their old friend Amdir and foster-son/brother Amroth in Lórien, where they are welcomed, and Galadriel and Amdir reconcile (possibly enthusiastically, possibly awkwardly) but Celeborn, refusing to step foot in a dwarven kingdom, stays in Eregion, where he is "disregarded" by Celebrimbor. So I like to picture him skulking about as That Grumpy Old Man muttering and scowling at everybody as they pat him on the head and go "there, there grandpa" and whisper apologies to whatever dwarf he's offended today.

1500 S.A. by this time, the Seven and the Nine are made, and Sauron leaves to go make the One Ring in secret in Mordor.

1600 S.A. Sauron makes the One Ring and proclaims himself as Sauron, and ready for war. Celebrimbor goes OH FUCKSHIT and runs through Moria to consult with Galadriel in Lórien. He gives her Nenya, and she convinces him to send the other two to Gil-galad in Lindon, and get them the fuck out of Ost-in-Edhil.

1605 S.A. Sauron's immediate attempt to start said war is potentially delayed by the first two of the Istari, the Blue Wizards, who in a much later draft of Tolkien's actually came to Middle-earth during the Second Age, long before the rest of them, rather than all coming over together. Instead, he had them come over with Glorfindel, and while Glorfindel hung around to help Gil-galad et al they made their way East, to try and save the tribes of Men who had fallen under Morgoth's worship, and to discover where Sauron was hiding, and work against him. I think I want to go with that version, simply because I like the idea of Glorfindel coming back with some of the Istari? But I ALSO like the idea of him having fought in the Last Alliance, which means I need him to come over before Gandalf, Saruman, and Radagast do in the Third Age. So this splits the difference nicely! So, as of 1600: the valar have gone "oh fuck!" and thrown two maia and one reborn elf on a boat and thrown them back to Middle-earth to clean-up the leftovers of the mess left by the War of Wrath when they failed to drag Morgoth's most powerful lieutenant back to face judgement in Valinor OOPSIES, presumably because they figured out that Shit Was Hitting The Fan thanks to the whole One Ring Thing being big enough to be Noticed By The Powers lol Anyway, thanks to Morinehtar and Rómestámo being fucking badass, Sauron's plans for war are delayed several years, and Celebrimbor has time to hide the Three and presumably to warn the Dwarves about the Seven. Ooh, what if we say that he's been spending a lot of this time trying to devise some way of un-linking the Rings from the One Ring? He apparently has the Nine with him when Eregion falls, and Sauron just takes those, but the Seven and the Three aren't there; maybe he was working on the Nine, and knew the Seven were safe in Khazad-dûm where his dwarven smith-friends were doing the same there? And that's why he never tried to destroy them: he was still holding out hope they could be saved, be fixed. That he wouldn't have to destroy the greatest things he ever made, and all the hopes he put into them. He just needed a little more time...

1693 S.A. the War of the Elves and Sauron (finally) begins.

1695 S.A. Sauron slinks through the Gap of Rohan, thus avoiding the Elves in the Greenwood and Lórien, and invades Eriador. Thanks to the Númenóreans having cut down many of the Trees of Minhiriath and Enedwaith, the people in these lands welcomed Sauron's conquest and let him pass without trouble. (Well done, Númenor! Didn't anyone ever teach you deforestation is bad?) Celeborn leads the forces from Eregion (presumably having said "I told you so" to Celebrimbor a few times) and they manage to defeat the first wave of Sauron's army, but are then overwhelmed and forced back to Ost-in-Edhil. Gil-galad hears about this and sends Elrond leading a force from Lindon to help, and also sends messages to Númenor pleading for help. Nobody answers (men, pah!). Elrond's force is too small, and can't break-through to get to Eregion to help.

1697 S.A. Ost-in-Edhil falls. Celebrimbor is tortured into giving up the location of the Seven, but dies without revealing the Three. Sauron, not being an entire idiot, guesses that they're most likely with Galadriel and Gil-galad anyway, but is pissy about being resisted, and turns Celebrimbor into a banner that he carries into battle. Elrond's tiny army is about to be overrun when the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm attack Sauron from the rear, along with the force of elves that Amroth has led through Moria from Lórien, (because whatever Issues™️ his father might have with Dwarves, he's not about to let his foster-father die). This allows Elrond to gather the survivors of Ost-in-Edhil, including presumably Celeborn, and flee. The Dwarves are driven back as well, but they shut the Doors of Moria and Sauron can't get in. Haha, thwarted by Celebrimbor and his previous sweetheart, sucks to be you Sauron! The Doors of Durin are apparently not opened again until the Fellowship of the Ring comes to them (although that doesn't make sense, because Gandalf and Aragorn both passed through Moria at least once before LotR, so they must have been opened at some point; but perhaps the text only means they were not left open again after this point, and is not referring to when/if they were ever opened from inside by someone walking through and out?). The retreating elves found the stronghold of Rivendell, to which many of the survivors of Eregion flee. (Celeborn, presumably, says "I told you so" a lot at this point too, but not often enough for them to murder him.) The rest scatter, some fleeing Middle-earth altogether and some disappearing into the Wild with others fleeing through Khazad-dûm (before the Doors are shut, presumably) thanks to their dwarven friends, and make their way eventually to Lórien, where they join their fellows who left Ost-in-Edhil earlier and merge with the Silvans and Sindar there.

by 1700 S.A. Sauron has overrun all of Eriador except for Rivendell, which is besieged, and Lindon, where Gil-galad is also barely holding him off at the River Lhûn and Mithlond. Finally the Nûmenorian fleet arrives, and kicks Sauron's ass all the way back to Tharbad, although he burns the forests of Minhiriath and Enedwaith as he goes. He gets caught in a pincer between the main force and a smaller one that Ciryatur landed at Gwathló behind him, and barely escaped "with his bodyguard" to Dagorlad. It is unclear at this point if Sauron actually HAS any or all of the Seven, or just knows where they are; sources say that Durin at least was given his Ring by Celebrimbor himself, so perhaps Sauron never actually manages to collect all the Seven at this point? but still has his original influence over them. He does have the Nine, we know, because he gathered them up when he came to Ost-in-Edhil and defeated Celebrimbor on the steps of the House of the Mírdain.

1701 S.A. the first Council is held in Imladris, when Galadriel and Celebrían come looking for Celeborn and meet-up with all the other leaders of the various forces of Elves and Men. They decide to make Rivendell the new elvish stronghold in Eriador, as Eregion is in ruins and remains thus. Gil-galad at this point gives Vilya to Elrond (it's unclear when Cirdan gets Narya, because of course is it; he might already have it, or he might not get it until Gil-galad marches to War in Mordor, although wtf was he thinking leaving Narya behind when he went to war just when he would need its power most? Gil-galad wtf mate???) and declares him his vice-regent. This is also when Elrond and Celebrían meet for the first time. (Presumably at this point her foster-brother Amroth teases her mercilessly about her very obvious crush on Gil-galad's pet peredhel, and she probably smacks the crap out of him for being a jerk.) At some point after this, Galadriel and Celeborn (and Celebrían presumably) leave Rivendell to live near the sea, probably because Galadriel was apparently "striken with sea-longing" the moment she put Nenya on. They go to Belfalas, which will be later called Dol Amroth, and apparently visit Lórien at least twice more before the end of the Second Age, but we don't know anything else about them here.

At this point, there isn't much relevant canon information until the Last Alliance happens, since most of what's going on of import now is happening in Numenor, but let's hit the highlights in case we want to expand on any of this later.

2251 S.A. the Nazgûl appear.

3262 S.A. Sauron taken to Numenor as a prisoner.

3319 S.A. Numenor sunk, Sauron flees back to Middle-earth, and the world is reshaped.

3429 S.A. Sauron seizes Minas Ithil.

3430 S.A. formation of the Last Alliance.

3431 S.A. the Last Alliance marches to Rivendell.

3434 S.A. the march to Mordor, and the Battle of Daglorlad, where Oropher and Amdir both die. Siege of Barad-dûr begins.

3441 S.A. Sauron defeated (for now), war is over. Thranduil and Amdir go home with their scant surviving forces.

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superanimepirate · 7 months

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Ok but this is such a ZoLu Song????

#I need zoro to meet gear 5 luffy #and like #Luffy did kinda swallow the sun #sorry about the wonky order #ive never made this kind of post before #and i don't know how to format it #i'm just obsessing over zolu #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece #zolu #one piece spoilers #gear 5 spoilers #my post #Spotify

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mumpsetc · 1 year

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Daisy Bell Entry 1: Challenge is to Make a Team Logo

#I'd Post the Actual Logo I Made But Its Unecessary #I HOPE TUMBLR DIDNT FUCKIN WASH OUT THE IMAGES IT LOOKS DESATURATED RN #Electric Remains #Sorry Bout Any WOnky Formatting or Shit I Was Very Tired On the Later Half of THis #Dreamy Art

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dixidin · 27 days

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Me? Posting art?? In this economy!?!?

Yeaahh. I wanted to make a bigger post about some fanart to kick off me posting my art on tumblr, and I had this really specific digital art in mind! but then I realized that it'll take me forever to complete it, and I really had a whole bunch of other ideas in mind😭

So, for now. Let me introduce you to my first dnd character, Vivian! She's a Paladin as well as a war criminal with a burn scar on her face :)

AND I'M LOSING HER IN ONE LAST MEET-UP WHEN ME AND MY GROUP MOVE ONTO THE NEXT CAMPAIGN💔

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[ image description:

3 screenshots of max and anne's conversation in the cave in black sails season 3 episode 3. all screenshots show anne, standing in the dark with only a single beam of light across the frame, and closed captions along the bottom. she moves from the dark on the left to further to the right with each screenshot, with the first screenshot being her completely consumed by darkness and the final screenshot showing her silhouette outlined by the beam of light.

the first screenshot's closed captions are of max speaking - she says "you should stay...". the second screenshot continues max's statement: "To see it be divided evenly". the third screenshot is of anne speaking - the closed captions read "I trust you." end image description ]

something something in the dark there is possibility

#this is the ONLY. TIME. anne ever says she trusts someone explicitly. THE WHOLE SHWO. THE ONLY TIME #sorry but the lighting in this episode makws me HHHHHHHH #max also speaks very frankly in this scene - its one of if not the only time she talks about her past #basically there are like a handful of themes in black sails and if u look closely u can see them in every episode #because this show is awork of fucking art #also! new to doing image descriptions - if i missed anything/made a mistake pls let me know!#canis watches black sails #black sails #also. formatting on mobile and ive never done huge imageposts before so they mighr be wonky - might try 2 fix em tomorrow #anne bonny #max black sails

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Unwarranted - Prologue

A brief meeting with a traveller in a tavern under the trees. Unwarranted Main Post | next (in progress) I don’t usually do prologues but the Actual Protagonists aren’t as chatty about some background exposition I wanted, so short Ben POV before things really start Word Count: ~1,400 Chapter CW: mention of child death, casual discussion of killing No taglist atm, but I can start one

The moon peaked in the center of the sky over a flooded wood. But beneath layers of earth and foliage, the rainstorm was easily forgotten. The Rootstone warren was full of activity as spring drew near. Overwintering nomads were awake and anxious for the storm to recede. The rest of the forest would wake from its hibernation and soon after that, the giants would begin to return. There was no shortage of work, and with such treacherous conditions above ground, many took their breaks in open-den commons.

The commons were well equipped to handle crowds. Rootstone was the gateway in and out of the woods, a safe haven on the journey between the wildlands and giant territory. The commons had been carved out into an welcoming, open den with a plastic rope of LEDs hanging in dim, uneven twists among gnarled tree roots. A counter on one end of the room separated the den from a large kitchen that served anyone who asked. In the warm months, as many strangers filled the hall as residents. It was a peaceful place to rest, if a bit militant.

Even tonight, there were at least two guests from out of town. The first was a black wilder in mouse furs that looked like any other nomad fresh out of hibernation. He was traveling with a scarred piebald in an eye-catching cloak. The cloak’s color was nothing special, but it had stylized gray feathers patched onto the shoulders that marked the wearer as a Ranger, one of the elite soldiers from the north side of the lake.

If it weren’t for those feathers, the two would be easy to miss. They sat along the wall where the light barely reached and like most smallfolk, they dressed in clothes meant to disappear in shadow. The two ate in silence, neither fond of the other’s company. The Ranger seemed nearly unaware of their companion. Their attention seemed neatly divided between their supper and the other patrons.

Ben had a mission and at least one head short of a full team. They had spent all of the journey around the lake looking for a good candidate to hire. Normally, Ben would draft trainees but there were so few available that they weren’t allowed to be taken away from their unit. There were no fit volunteers among their division willing to accompany them. No one wanted to go after a fellow Ranger if they could avoid it, no matter how disgraced the individual might be. Rangers were family.

Even that could be worked around. The real snag was the position that Ben needed to fill. They were fairly certain they would be able to take Dart down with just the wilder as help, but they were leaving the woods. They needed a borrower—someone who could make sense of human designs enough to keep the unfamiliar from killing them. They were always difficult to find and even harder to hire as the borrowing sort preferred avoiding risks over confronting them.

The season compounded the issue. The more daring borrowers that Ben would like to hire had migrated out of the woods months ago to look for richer pickings until the giants returned to the lake. They wouldn’t be back with the caravans for at least another month.

The travelers’ tense silence was interrupted by a cheery young woman in muddied clothes dragging a third stool to their table. Ben was about to tell her to get lost, but she had a coin tray stacked with some kind of pasta dish, as well as a pair of drinks. She was either a local or a very well-liked merchant. The night’s server had only allowed the two travelers each a small serving of loaved mealworm unless they were willing to barter. Ben had no desire to trade any of their belongings for something as frivolous as flavor.

“Hi. You’re the Ranger, right?” the woman chirped.

Two littlefolk sitting at the next table over abruptly stood to look for somewhere else to finish their meal. Ben looked up at her with a blank, guarded expression. It was well known that Rangers and trouble kept close company, but it was also generally inappropriate to discuss it so openly.

“I’m Coop,” she continued, eyeing Ben’s feathers as confirmation. “I keep hearing people say you’re a silencer, but I haven’t heard anything happening that’d need a Ranger out this way, never mind a silencer.”

“We’re just passing through,” Ben said.

“But are you a silencer?” she asked, her pink eyes glittering in the dim light.

Ben resisted the urge to roll their eyes. Silencer was a silly term that cropped up around Rangers like Ben to make them more palatable. It described some righteous killer who carefully culled any littlefolk who posed a Risk to the survival of the greater population. It was almost romantic, and not particularly like Ben’s reality. They killed whoever their overseer ordered them to kill. Dart could be considered a Risk, but that didn’t factor into Ben’s determination to see him dead.

The Ranger considered the girl for several seconds before answering. She looked like some amount of trouble herself, and not just for her grating visibility. Ben had met plenty of her sort, trained them to fight, and even killed them when someone decided they had become too much trouble. She was young and already had a double-nocked ear and a nose like a gnarled root. She was bold enough to pick a fight with things she shouldn’t and survive to do it again. After all, she had just approached someone she believed was a killer with nothing but a smile.

Ben decided there was a good chance that she wouldn’t let them finish their meal in peace no matter what they said and let the girl keep her starry-eyed admiration. It meant that she handed over that second drink of hers, which was filled with a rich ale that was much more enjoyable than the free pisswater that Ben had taken from the man at the counter, which was nice.

The wilder couldn’t stand to watch Ben be treated as a hero and left, which was even nicer. Truthfully, as much as Ben liked peace, they didn’t much mind spending the night talking about themself.

“Wait, you’re passing through and leaving the woods? How’s an exile pose a risk?” Coop asked as the story moved back into the present day.

“Not my call, but there’s a report that puts this guy by a waypoint out in Town. Plus, the whole north shore is furious with him,” they said.

“What did he do?”

“A cohort of trainees disappeared under his lead. They’re presumed taken, likely killed,” Ben said.

“Kids?” she said, looking horrified.

Ben nodded. It was at least as true as anything else they were saying.

“I think he might be making some of the caravans nervous, if he did get so many folks taken. I don’t know. Like I said, it’s not my decision,” Ben said.

Coop swore, then before she could say anything of substance, glanced across the room and swore again. She apologized and started shoveling down the second half of her dinner. Ben looked over their shoulder to see another woman storming towards the two of them.

Ben found themself staring at her. She was definitely Coop’s relative, maybe a twin, but it was hard to tell under her scowl. She looked smart, especially with Coop as a comparison. She’d tucked most of her light hair underneath a faded cap. More interesting, she had a set of wires snaked around her waist, connecting a small bulb on her hip to something inside her oversized backpack. If she wasn’t a true borrower, she was someone who could serve as one in a pinch. Ben could do the legwork for her if necessary, so long as she was clever enough to recognize what was happening in the giants’ shadows.

She barely gave Ben a second glance before she started scolding Coop for disappearing on her when they were supposed to be on a raid. Coop started to say something in her defense, but her sister kept going, ordering her to go get her gear and cloak. Coop shuffled to her feet with a nod. She gave Ben an awkward wave goodnight as her sister pulled her away.

Ben held up a hand to stop them. They met the sister’s eyes with raised eyebrows and a small smile. Her eyes narrowed as Ben asked if she’d be interested in raiding in giant territory, but couldn’t hide the way they glittered with curiosity.

“I’ll be around until the weather lets up. Let me know.”

#gt #g/t #gt writing #g/t writing #giant tiny #gianttiny #gt community #borrowers #my writing #unwarranted tag #oc: rei #oc: coop #oc: ben #unwarranted story tag #formatting at the top of the post might be wonky sorry #ayc

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