for the year of the otp 2023 prompt: pollen (warning: very silly and very cheesy)
modern au!manwë x melkor
the story goes like this: melkor is the ceo of an architecture bureau. he has a good life, overall. lots of money, a job he can pour his creativity into, loyal employees. he’s not particularly well-liked in the creative community of his city (arrogant, they call him, vicious). he doesn’t care. he knows he’s great at what he’s doing. he’s got everything he wants -- or does he? one thing seems to be missing, though. he never seems to have a romantic partner. he never appears at events with a date. he’s dismissive of the many offers he gets from interested parties. and mairon? mairon has given up trying to get his boss to fall for him. it’s hopeless. melkor appreciates him, sure, even calls him his confidante, but it never goes further than that. melkor has drawn the lines of their relationship and mairon isn’t allowed to cross them, however much he may want to.
mairon has a suspicion though. more than a suspicion. melkor is ruthless. he’s willing to do just about anything if it means getting what he wants, consequences be damned. but there’s one thing -- or rather one person -- melkor loves ferociously, holds like a pearl in his hands-- manwë. his thrice-damned, blue-eyed, snow-kissed demon of a little brother. some days, melkor doesn’t appear at the office, calls unreturned, apartment empty. and mairon knows he’s with him. other days, melkor is present -- in body, at least -- but his mind is faraway, architectural plans scattered across his desk as if he can’t be bothered to look at them. one memorable afternoon, melkor even arrived at the office with a pastel blue scarf tied across his neck, smelling of ozone and summer winds.
mairon hates. burns with jealousy. if he could only get his hands on manwë, he’d--
one morning, melkor calls. i’m ill, he says, words slurring. mairon, you’ll have to lead the meeting today, i’ll-- and the line cuts off. mairon hears a thump in the background. panicking, he goes to melkor’s apartment. he finds melkor in his bed, feverish, half unconscious, moaning in pain. after an excruciating hour of waiting, the doctor arrives. mairon feels numb when she delivers her diagnosis. love pollen, she tells him. the quickest remedy is for the person he loves most to come and take care of him. their presence is the only medicine he needs right now.
white-knuckled, mairon dials manwë’s number.
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I have had beef with Aristotle for his saying only tall people could be beautiful, because I am, if I'm being polite to myself, the height of a pixie. But apparently I would have been considered average height in Ancient Greece 👀 HA!
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ngl the funniest part of fellowship of the ring is when sam tells frodo abt how he thinks gollum is following them and then they agree to not tell aragorn until the next day to ensure they don’t worry him. sam and frodo believe that aragorn, a literal ranger, didn’t realize that smeagol was following the company. they were the first ones to realize they were being followed by the little gremlin. like guys ik you think you’re smart, but aragorn is known for his tracking skills 💀 ur not special
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it’s valentine’s day here so y’know what, if you’re not in the same time zone as me then um. skill issue [joke]
ANYWAYS here’s my @qsmp-secretvalentine gift for @thereal-true-ogilvie !! i hope you like iiiit
also bonus cupid flippa! i couldn’t work her into the main art unfortunately but she’s here too :]
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We should normalize being the average artist who never really goes viral and is happy in their lane creating for their own sake (be it commissions, or art for themselves).
The clout chaser mentality of all social media sites rotted our brain where we can't find value in our work unless it has a big number besides it.
Create for yourself, not to please some elusive algorithm that changes on a whim and pushes you back to square one.
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