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a-strange-server · 1 year

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A Strange Holiday Playlist

Hi everyone! Here is the 2nd event we were all — hopefully —waiting for!

The event is a seven day prompt list consisting of songs — interpret them however you want — created by WinterAlice [the rules and prompts] in honour of the holidays (not focused on any religion whatsoever; just festive vibes) & hosted in collaboration with A Strange Server and its social media. From the 28th December 2022 to 4th January 2023, you can pick one of the following song, and make art inspired by it!

Brief info:

🎄 The list is open to all forms of creativity regarding Stephen Strange.

🎄 Fill as few or as many prompts as you would like.

🎄 Tag prompts with #strangeholidayplaylist so we can reblog it on Tumblr and/or find it on ao3.

🎄 You can also submit your work in the ao3 server's collection.

The rules:

1. Must star if not heavily feature our favourite magic man.

2. Any ship allowed.

3. No underaged content allowed!

4. No Dead Dove: Do Not Eat allowed!

5. Can be posted on any day between December 28th — January 4th.

6. Can post for as few or as many entries as you like.

7. Entries can be in any format (art, videos, writing, etc.).

8. NSFW content is allowed but please post it separately from your other entries.

Here are the available prompts, a proposition of two for each day to choose from (but you can do both too). WinterAlice paired them all into similarish themes.

❄️ Blue Christmas by Elvis Presley or Last Christmas by Wham!

❄️ All I Want for Christmas is You by Mariah Carey or Mistletoe by Justin Bieber

❄️ Happy Xmas (War is Over) by John Lennon or Silver Bells by Bing Crosby

❄️ Where Are You Christmas? by Faith Hill from the Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas soundtrack or Believe by Josh Groban from the Polar Express soundtrack

❄️ What’s This? by Danny Elfman from the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack or You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch by Tyler, The Creator from the How the Grinch Stole Christmas soundtrack

❄️ When Christmas Comes to Town by Meagan Moore and Matthew Hall from the Polar Express soundtrack or That’s Christmas to Me by Pentatonix

❄️ Deck The Halls by Thomas Oliphant or Winter Wonderland by Perry Como

#a strange server #strangeholidayplaylist #prompt list #christmas event #fandom event #dr strange #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #mcu #mcu prompt #writer on tumblr #artist on tumblr #mcu christmas event #fanart #art #fanfics

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theminecraftbee · 5 months

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yeah, i'm actually really fascinated by the setup going into the last episode here.

like. okay. so the thing is: despite the tasks and the secrecy and the chaos, secret life has actually been a season of INCREDIBLY STABLE ALLIANCES. i don't think alliances have been this stable since third life. people keep on re-affirming their loyalty to one another, sacrificing themselves for one another, dying for one another.

the difference between this and third life, though, is that there aren't blood feuds driving this whole thing. sure, there are some grudges (the cleo/pearl enemyship from this season instantly exploding, for example) and some loners (poor scar) but. NOTHING like the level the end of a life series season normally gets to. everyone is mostly... friendly? and they're going to protect their own alliance first, but...

the thing is, no one has an incentive outside of the tasks to kill, it feels like. despite several tasks seemingly being DESIGNED to form grudges, that lack of grudge, killing energy is felt ALL THROUGHOUT this session. the reds only went after yellows, after all, and even that felt... almost half-hearted and cartoonish, compared to how it normally gets when there are only a few yellows left and a critical mass of reds. and without yellows to target here, what drive do the red names have to start killing?

they don't have any reason to betray each other, and they also don't have any reason to lead their allies into danger, right now. we're in a calm before the storm, sure, but i have no idea what can even START the storm.

something has to blow this up next. something has to make this fall apart. but for the season about secrets, this has been a season of people who largely stick together, and i don't know if anything can change that at this point. not when everyone is settling back into their alliances after the zombie thing last session.

i suspect we're going to have a different kind of ending: an ending of people who don't want to be doing it. who are tired. who don't want to be killing. all they want is to protect their alliances. they're on an even playing field now, after all.

the only difference from the start of the game, now, is that they have people to lose, and three already missing. three holes in the cast list to remind us that this is still a death game, even after two deathless sessions later.

i don't know where this is going. i don't know what this is setting up. but it's... strange, and i'm fascinated.

#secret life smp #secret life spoilers #the thing is that almost all the tension in ths erver feels weirdly... defused?#which is a STRANGE STATE TO BE IN WHEN THE ENTIRE SERVER IS RED #so forgive my rambling i just. don't know where this could be going.

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nite-puff · 3 months

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ummm….. so. the mondoblr server made a joke, and i liked it a little too much.

the kiyotaka ishimaru iceberg!!

of course, i wasn’t the only one who worked on this. big thanks to @pompadorbz @chinchillasinunison @mini-mecha-cowboy @cryzono and @ecogirl2759 for all the help, whether it be contributing entries or finding sources!! we had a ton of fun putting this together, and i hope you guys like it!

reblogs are greatly appreciated because all of these lovely people (and i) put a lot of work into this!! they deserve it!!

(under the cut will be a link to the document with all the entries and some links to sources for most of them. HUGE thanks to eco for popping the absolute fuck off and finding all these links for us!!! (and thanks to mark and @panicuriprince for helping us out towards the end!))

#my mom seeing me typing away on my laptop: are you doing homework??#me who's been working on this iceberg for the past few hours: uh... yeah!#anyways. i love mondoblr server #ya'll are so cool for helping me with this dumb idea.#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #kiyotaka ishimaru #kiyondo ishida #ishimondo #lots of this info has to do with the ishimondos so...#danganronpa meme #danganronpa shitpost #ramblepuff #also what a strangely fitting thing to post on this account’s 2nd birthday

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6flyingosprey6 · 2 months

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Hey fellas I dont wanna alarm you or anything, butttttttt......

NEW KOREAN CREATORS TOMMOROW?

let's be prepared to show them all the love in the world <3

#theyre coming into the server at a very uncertain and strange time #so just be sure to give them (whoever they are) some extra love #qsmp

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razberrypuck · 9 months

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I do not trust el q at all but also his response to charlie saying that it felt like gegg was gone being just. "no, gegg is my son. gegg is my son." like I GET it could be some way to get charlie to feel bad for him but I'm also thinking about. when foolish shot gegg in the first presidental debate, el q physically jumped in front of him while yelling at foolish to stop. put himself between foolish and gegg, with a gun momentarily pointed at him, while baghera and jaiden made sure gegg was okay. this is the same man that doesn't usually address the eggs at all. this is the same man that barely recognized the ticket quackity got when he adopted tilin. rrhgvhehgr idk im. conflicted.

#i just think “evil clone isnt supposed to care about anything- but this weird little guy thats supposed to be his son is so strange--#--he cant help but form SOME KIND of attachment to him“ is neat #listen. if anyone on the server could be a friend to el q. it would be charlie.#i want the DRAMA #qsmp #qsmp el quackity #qsmp charlie #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp gegg

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redstonedust · 3 days

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feeling so validated (3 different people complimented my minecraft skin today)

#also modded servers r terrifying. why is my inventory filled with strange blocks.

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kusokurae01 · 3 months

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No idea if this will reach somewhere but like, I have a victorian era roleplaying server where everything is set in a world called Vesper, with cowboys and other fun stuff; we have already some characters from gothic literature (J&H, Frankenstein etc.) claimed, but we allow doubles! ocs and canon characters are also allowed.

THE SERVER IS 16+

People below 16 will be banned! THE SERVER CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS WHICH ARE SPECIFIED IN THE RULES.

and here's the premise:

Thousands of years ago, a cataclysm befell the land of Vesper, eradicating all its inhabitants, flora, and fauna. Intriguingly, bored Gods seized an opportunity within this ravaged world, meticulously reconstructing its plant and animal life. Yet, there was a missing piece – something beyond their creative reach: human beings. Contemplating their divine dilemma, the Gods devised a curious plan. What if they were to pluck citizens from diverse worlds and eras, transplanting them onto a perilous continent teeming with both opportunities and dangers? Thus, the stage was set, and the characters found themselves in the enigmatic continent, disoriented and accompanied by a small box. Within this box, an unusual slate resembling a phone and a leather bag containing precisely one hundred coins awaited their bewildered discovery.

Lately, there has been a significant influx of individuals from diverse backgrounds and historical eras, leading to a noticeable population surge. Despite the assistance of the Arcane Society *a community ran by Doctor Henry Jekyll comprising rogue scientists, friendly witches, and doctors in Mossbury Town, there is a collective inability to comprehend why or how they ended up there, and a return seems elusive; notably, dissent exists, particularly among the residents of Rusvil Town. While overall relations between the towns remain amicable with the exchange of products and information, a subtle air of prejudice lingers among Rusvil inhabitants towards the Arcane Society. They opt to place their hopes for an explanation and a way back in the hands of philosophers who advocate religious beliefs.

We hope to have you there!

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hikarinokusari · 28 days

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At some point, my player went to Castle Ravenloft to get some answers from the Lord (and eventually ended up becoming his warlock and gain trauma expertise while meeting otherwordly things in the Chapel. )

While spending the week there, he invited Strahd to play a game where one should manage to lie to the other or be deprived or one of their senses. While many people chose to make Strahd a lier, I decided to make him someone who will always tell the truth. During the game, he accepted with reluctance to lie for the sake of playing.

The first round was tough. This vampire knows how to play with the truth, but lying was ... something he didn't do in nearly 8 centuries.

He lost the first round and ended up blindfolded, but as a vampire, his keen senses helped him really well to know if the PC was lying or not.

Featuring : Khal, @xyanmajor's character before he dyed his hair in blue and tied them up in a sexy ponytail.

One day, I'll polish this sketch as well.

#sketch #my art #curse of strahd #strahd von zarovich #art #Never let me draw from scratch without having an idea of where I'll go.#I end up with even more fucked up proportions and perspective than I do when I decide on the general picture.#i still see blurry from one eye because I'm stupid and hurt my eyes as a hobby so excuse anything strange #lighting I don't understand and colors i don't understand as well i barely understand drawing nowadays #OTL #this artist is tired #i'm feeling self concious posting in cos servers so I just pile dump things on my blog lol

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braxiatel · 6 months

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As a life series lover and a casual BigB enjoyer I obviously do hope that the whole BigB gaslight gatekeep holeboss thing from session one is a part of a wider storyline, but at the same time I won’t be disappointed if it isn’t because the focus on it means more people will have been exposed to the fact that BigB is just a bit of a weird guy sometimes

#he’s a strange little creature #in a slightly different way than a lot of the other strange little creature guys on the server #secret life #secret life spoilers #slsmp spoilers #bigbst4tz2 #slsmp #trafficblr #mcyt

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shikai-the-storyteller · 10 months

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Vegetta heard that some members of the server are scared of him and he was like "Why? I'm not even a tryhard, I was the last person to get slime armor" and I'm like... Vegetta people are already scared of you, WHY would you respond to that with "But this isn't even 1% of my true power''

#i talk #qsmp talk #Vegetta be like ''This isn't even my final form''#Vegetta be like ''well if you're going to be scared of me at least let me give you a good reason for it /pos'' lmao #It's always so baffling to me (as a KarmaIand fan) seeing how Vegetta's depicted in Fool/igetta fanworks #because the way people often depict Foolish as this incredibly powerful demigod (only sometimes incorporating his actual personality / lore #is how people depicted Vegetta (minus the ''we're disregarding his personality'' part that sometimes happens) in Karmaland #Like it's almost a perfect reverse uno in terms of how people depict Vegetta in KarmaIand vs Q.S.M.P #I'm not mad about it or anything I'm just genuinely amused by how people manage to underestimate him and STILL are afraid of him #like oh honey....... whatever Foolish's ties to immortality and godhood are pale in comparison to Vegetta's #(This is nothing against Foolish BTW his lore on the previous server was fun and I'm bitter we never got to see more of it)#(The entire death totem thing was sick and also the concept of totem gods is so interesting)#The way Vegetta is depicted in Karmaland is very strange #he seems like a being (not necessarily a god but definitely something powerful)#who made their world then stepped back so he could be a part of it #So even though he respects the guidance of elders like Merlon #(to some degree)#and talks about the ''gods'' (admins) as higher powers #the world still bows to him #and that includes the QSMP world #realistically we know this is because every single admin adores Vegetta and grew up with him #but we're looking at this through a lore lense #I can get into this more later - I feel like I should elaborate on my thoughts here and add some canon backing to explain myself a bit more #but you get the jist #Me: let's post a silly little thought about the minecraft series I'm watching #Also me: LET ME CITE MY SOURCES -#Listen man you can't unlearn some things #I'm a professional writer it's in my nature

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princesable · 2 months

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must be really funny to live in mascot horror universes. like as a bystander. like you look at the news one day and its like “local toy factory shut down” and youre like aw thats too bad. wonder what happened. and your buddy is like “oh yeah the toys were alive.”

“they were what.”

“they were alive. you know. walking and talking. kill several people and injured more. apparently the ceo was insane or something. i dont know.”

and you just have to live with that. i bet “i called ____ at 3 am” videos are fucking insane in there

#charlie moment #strange bit happening in a server im in has me thinking about how funny mascot horror is

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a-strange-server · 2 years

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Strange Tales of Halloween 2022

Hi everyone! In honor of the spookiest, weirdest, and dare we say, strangest month, Trickstress on AO3 has created a prompt list for Doctor Stephen Strange for every day in October and has graciously allowed A Strange Server to host her list! Introducing the Strange Tales of Halloween prompt list!

This list is open to all forms of creativity. Fill as few or as many prompts as you would like in October and tag it with #strangehalloween2022 so we can reblog! You can also submit your work in the Strange Tales Of Halloween 2022 ao3 collection.

A huge thanks to Your Dreamer on Twitter for allowing us to use their amazing art for the prompt list background. Don’t hesitate to check out their profile, the art there is breathtaking!

Full written list and the FAQ under the cut.

Strange Tales of Halloween

Prompt List 2022

1. Bonfire

2. Phantom

3. Treat

4. Pumpkin

5. Headless

6. Broom

7. Spirit

8. Contact

9. Maze

10. Crystal ball

11. Leaves

12. Enchant

13. Silent

14. Cat

15. Brew

16. Trick

17. Moon

18. Spell

19. Grim

20. Fate

21. Scarecrow

22. Apple

23. Witch

24. Shadow

25. Creature

26. Ritual

27. Woods

28. Spider

29. Fog

30. Immortal

31. Summon

Q/A:

What must be included in the content of a filled prompt?

Stephen Strange (any version of him: film, TV, or comics) must be either the main or co-main character. Otherwise, anything goes!

What must be included in the tags of Tumblr and Twitter posts?

Please use the hashtag #strangehalloween2022 and the # of the prompt you're filling (i.e. #no4 and/or #pumpkin). On Tumblr, please include additional tags for NSFW and common triggers (see AO3 for examples).

When can I post my prompt fill?

In the spirit of the theme, these should be posted in October! We'd prefer if you post prompts the day of or after the day has passed. For example, prompt 10 fills can be posted on or after Oct 10, and preferably not before.

What medium can I use?

Anything! Written prose, poetry, gifsets, mood boards, artwork, all is acceptable as a prompt fill. It's all about Stephen Strange in any form he comes in.

Can I combine Strange Tales of Halloween prompts into one submission (i.e. #1 bonfire and #4 pumpkin)?

Sure! If you post it on social media, you can use both prompt tags to help us identify it as such.

Can I use this prompt list with other prompt lists/bingo cards?

Absolutely! Combine it with any other event you'd like to use it with.

Are there any limits to how many prompts I can use/have to use?

Nope! Participate with one piece or 31 pieces! Do as much as you'd like--we'll love to see it!

Any other questions? Send an ask to @a-strange-server and we'll get back to you soon. We can't wait to start seeing what you come up with come October!

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okaydiscount · 6 months

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out of bounds areas in tf2 make me feel a certain way so i thought i'd paint a screenshot i have of 2fort's outta bounds. :3

#i just think theyre very odd and very pretty #and sometimes its strangely quiet and you can hear background noises that you cant normally #idk i really like em #also the really weird screenshot is from a discord server im in and the admin was messin around lol #art #digital art #my art #tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress two #2fort

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i-did-not-mean-to · 7 days

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The curse of being loved

This ficlet is my peace offering to @sortumavaara.

I have not forsaken your blorbo. I swear... I'm just not good at writing him lol

@elanna-elrondiel you wanted to be tagged. @cilil this is your fault for enabling and encouraging me!

Characters: Elrond, Elros, Elwing, Maglor, Maedhros

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: Sadness, Eldritch powers, kids are creepy, self-realisation, murder, canonical slaughter, canonical kidnapping

The first language Elrond had ever heard was the breathless cries of amazement and captivation at perceiving, and he’d understood it at once even though he didn’t yet comprehend the power inherent to that instinctive reaction of bone-deep awe.

As was expected and natural, he was loved and cherished by his parents, and, if he noticed that their level of watchfulness went beyond that of others, he did not think anything of it.

Why would he have? He’d never known any other way of being treated.

Likewise, he’d never really questioned the strange appeal he and Elros seemed to hold for almost any other adult in the dismal camp of refugees. They were twins, a two-pronged beacon of life and hope, and it made sense that those who’d previously suffered such pains and deprivation would feel inexorably drawn to the soft, open faces of young children.

Elrond was aware that—in a world full of lurking danger and dark doom—he was vulnerable and precious to the adults in his life, not least because of the importance and wisdom of his genitors who were still utterly besotted with his charming smiles and pleading glances.

As time went by, though, he soon learned how to capitalise on that undeniable weakness in that self-forgotten, profoundly selfish way that was typical for toddlers.

Thus, he observed the reactions of those surrounding him with dispassionate curiosity, adjusting his mannerisms and voice in a myriad of discreet, nigh-imperceptible ways to consciously exacerbate the strange, alluring, corrupting effect he had on people.

In time, and almost despite himself, he started to tilt his head in a way that made his eyes gleam and his skin appear fragile and translucent like the finest porcelain, having ascertained through trial and error that this made it patently impossible for anyone looking at him to avert their eyes or deny him even the most outlandish request.

Barely out of infancy, he was continually perched on someone’s arm like a wondrous bird wrought of unconfessed wishes and stardust—back then, he was blessedly ignorant of his own lineage and the terrible might it conferred to him, and he shamelessly basked in the attention and admiration with which he was unceasingly showered.

Slowly but obdurately, all his motions grew thoughtful and elegant long before other children his age had outgrown the phase of rambunctious chaos, and yet, neither he nor his brother was ever truly ostracised or mocked by their peers for their peculiar charm that invariably turned rational sages and ferocious warriors into blabbering fools.

They were loved by all they met, and they hadn’t yet made any experience that would push them to worry about something as self-evident and wholesome as the simple fact that people seemingly never grew tired of watching them play or listening to them talk, no matter the subject and its relative importance.

Growing older and fairer with every passing day, Elrond before long was overcome with the unshakable sensation that the people around him drew an unfathomable, indescribable sense of soothing and even healing from their every interaction with him, and so he pushed aside his nascent qualms at having praise and gifts bestowed upon him without measure or restraint.

Still, he felt adored, respected, and valued in his community, and he began to feel responsible for those who had taken such generous care of him in return. When he grew to his full strength, he vowed, he’d prove himself worthy of all the affection that had been heaped upon him for as long as he could remember.

One fateful day, though, their mother—in their father’s absence—threw herself into the arms of the sea, desperate tears channelling her bright gaze into a deadly beam of cutting devastation that would sunder her from her sons forever.

Elrond was too stunned to even cry out—he didn’t understand. How could a woman whose very purpose in life had been to coddle and adulate her sons do something so cruel and reckless?

Of course, he did not get the time to further muse about these confusing, contradictory truths in peace, though, as a stranger approached him, his long-fingered hands extended as if to promise with his whole body that he meant him and his brother no harm.

Was it instinct or habit, Elrond would never be able to determine later on, but, abandoned by his father and bereft of his mother, he shamelessly angled his face upwards to catch the flickering light of his childhood being put to the torch in his wide, wet eyes.

Robbed of all his anchor points, he fell back on the hitherto unquestioned, flawlessly reliable magic that coursed through his veins—pushing Elros behind him, he moulded himself into the most appealing version of himself to cow the ominous, looming threat by innate enchantment alone.

The stranger chuckled softly. “I used to do that,” he confessed in a soft, melodious voice that seemed to chime like a thousand golden strings. “Nelyo was always the pretty one, but I was ever able to coax and coerce people by a mere glance or a whispered word.”

Elrond flinched back as if struck. Why did this atrocious confession echo through his whole being, sending nauseating waves of shame and guilt crashing into his soul?

There was something so callously, insultingly veracious in that careless quip that Elrond felt his mask of puerile purity slip, revealing the deep-felt shock and sudden fear lurking underneath to the merciless stare of the murderous intruder.

“You truly are of Melian’s blood.”

Frowning, Elrond shook his head in a vain attempt to dispel the gossamer threads of dark and dangerous magic the man’s voice wove around his frantic mind, choking all sense of self-preservation and caution out of it mercilessly.

“Who are you?” he asked, feeling Elros’s cold hand press against the small of his back as if to encourage him or hold him back.

The fearsome foe hesitated for a heartbeat. “Maglor,” he then sighed. “Call me Maglor.”

At once, Elrond pounced on that minuscule mellowing. Stepping forward fearlessly, he put out his slender, tiny hand and conjured up his most enthralling, hypnotizing smile. “I’m Elrond, and this is my brother Elros. You wouldn’t harm us, would you?”

Wearily, Maglor—who was drenched in blood and covered in mud and miserable memories—let go of his blade and wiped his pale, empty palm across his sweat-sheened brow. “No,” he finally grunted. “I know not whence the spell you’ve put upon me has issued, and I like it not to find such power in one so young, but I admit that all bloodlust has drained from my heart. Come away, there is nought here for you but death and starvation.”

“You hexed him,” Elros whispered as they were led out of the camp. “There comes another one, can you do it again?”

In truth, Elrond was shaken to his core. After a bountiful childhood at the bosom of his parents’ people, he now came to understand that he wielded a fearsome and potentially perilous power.

He yearned to seek out his mother’s wisdom or his father’s stalwart support, but he knew not where they were, and he doubted that he’d ever be reunited with them.

Too many epiphanies—much too weighty and woeful for a mere child to fully fathom—hit him at once, and he longed to curl up in the warm, protective arms of those who’d gathered around his bassinet and his naïve games to cheer and comfort him at every turn.

From the foul fumes of burning wood and smouldering stone emerged a figure—tall and stiff as a moving tree—and Elrond closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recall every single instance in which he’d tricked someone into giving him an undeserved treat or forgiving a careless trespass upon their peace and property.

“Káno, what do you think you’re doing?” the newcomer rasped impatiently.

“Speak to the child,” their new minder, already half won over, replied in a clipped voice that turned his words into a hailstorm of icy shards. “You’ll see that I had no choice in the matter.”

With a scoff, the red-haired demon turned and stalked away.

“He’s afraid of your talents,” Elrod cheered under his breath, and Elrond let him believe that the battle he was about to fight without even knowing his weapons was already won.

He’d have but little time to become consciously aware of his skills and hone them sufficiently to save their lives, but he’d not burden Elros with the devastating knowledge that they’d be on their own and at the mercy of their parents’ enemies henceforth.

When Maglor turned to lift his orphaned captives into his unyielding arms, Elrond leaned his soft cheek against the worn, dirty fur collar of his cloak in a gesture reminiscent of a defenceless kitten, seeking shelter and warmth.

“Leave it to me,” he whispered. He’d not only make these murderers spare their lives—he’d make them love him.

Again, this was an attempt at breaking me out of my writer's block, so there is no event, no Masterlist, no context...

Lots of love from me!

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