#arya-durin-51

[faustandfurious]

Specifically for death of the author, there is an anecdote going around Greek universities: many decades ago, the acclaimed poet and nobelist G. Seferis attended a Modern Greek Literature class in the University of Athens. On that day, the lecture was revolving around one of his own poems. Any student who wanted spoke about "what the poet wants to say" (may I add this is a popular phrase in Greek when someone speaks in riddles or in nonsense), and in the end the professor turned to the poet and asked him what he really meant. His only answer was "nothing that was spoken today".

I know not whether he ever told them what he wanted to say.

Absolute legend

#arya-durin-51 #answered

[nanasalt]

I will kindly ask for the siren song confrontation, after the "I've come to take you home", please and thank you.

(This is cheating, a little -- this is an alternate ending to Siren Song. But it is written.)

Before the coronation, Anya sits on the steps to the dock and laughs, exhausted. The heavy crown almost slides off her head when she rests her face in her glove, listening to the sound of an ocean she'd barely survived a decade ago.

They want to announce her engagement. They want to announce her title. They want to announce Anastasia, and Anya does not know what she wants, except that when her foundling's steps sound against the aged wood, stern and serious, she bites back a hysterical laugh.

My foundling, she whispers, her free hand moving almost without thought to mirror her words in sign, my foundling with those expressive eyes, back at last – what more could you want?

He pulls a silver dagger from his jacket and Anya’s heart stops all over again as he says in his siren-call voice, “I’ve come to take you home.”

Later, when the arguing is done, the knife clatters to the ground and the sea breeze across Anya’s cut palm earns a hiss from the would-be princess. The bite of metal had hurt, of course, but she’s been in pain all night; the crown still pulls at her hair and the corset reminds her of drowning and the knife to her throat, her Foundling at the other end, had smarted of betrayal. The sound of a silver hilt against the dock forces her would-be murderer to turn sharply, his attention wrenched from the incoming sunlight and his incoming doom to her now-bleeding hand.

Well, she wants to sign. It’s not like he was going to do it for himself.

His mouth snaps shut and she wonders if he had planned to speak again - something self-sacrificing and stupid, no doubt, and she wonders how she knows his voice so well after a handful of words - but that’d no matter now. He rips the edge of his shirt into a long strip and she bites back a mad laugh; she’s wearing an elaborate gown and he’s in a thoroughly-ruined shirt and she’s almost jealous of his freedom. The dress will, perhaps, hide the blood better, and that is all she can say for the crimson tightness of it; it hasn’t done her any good as a costume.

He wraps his fingers around her wrist and stares at the lazy ooze of blood before he presses the fabric into it, a steady distraction from the blood-wet ring of his fingers on her wrist. The morning light is enough now to read the concern in his eyes, and she hates him. He’s worried for her cut hand when she knows now that he’ll melt into sea foam without her blood to break the spell. He’s worried for her cut hand when, an hour ago, he’d pressed a knife into her throat and said he’d come to end the Romanovs.

How stupid she had been, an hour ago, to think he would do it. How stupid they both had been to set this in motion; they’d been fine for weeks, and now her insistence on the crown and his keeping secrets has left them with a few hours until sunrise to right it. Anya knows her fiancé is waiting for her back at the palace but she knows, perhaps more firmly than Dmitry ever will, that relationship was based on a lie.

Dmitry had agreed when she said he saved her, and perhaps he believed it. Now, her half-remembered nightmares of being pulled from the shipwreck make more sense; she looks up at the stranger she saved from the beach, and finds the expression of concern all too familiar.

“You saved me,” she accuses, more fond than angry. Her Foundling glances at her from under his lashes, dark eyes wide with disbelief she could have withstood but for the hope that sparked beneath it. “From the shipwreck,” she adds, as though he could misinterpret her, “and you sang to me.”

He nods, finally, his hands like iron on hers to hold her steady. It could be blood loss, but Anya suspects it’s a different shock making her feel so strange, making her wrap her hand around his forearm and take a deep breath, try and fit his face to the monster of her dreams and nightmares. If he is -- now what? What is left?

“What’s your name?” she hisses, and his hand presses the linen into her cut more firmly before he even attempts to answer, before he asks her for anything in return. In the strange pre-dawn like she can see his tongue press against his sharp, inhuman teeth, his lips pulling back strangely to force his voice into something almost-human.

A name, and one she can’t quite comprehend the sound of. It’s half-complete, she can tell; there should be a sign to accompany it, and he’s never used one to refer to himself before. He’s never had to, when they’re the only ones who know his language.

He signs please a moment later with his off-hand, as if she isn’t already trying to curl her tongue behind her teeth the way he had.

“Gleb,” she echoes, and knows she missed some nuance, a sound her throat cannot grasp, but his thumb digs a helpless bruise into her wrist so it must be close enough. It is good to have a name for him, after so long; “her foundling” is not quite appropriate, anymore.

Neither is her almost-murderer, or any number of simple titles.

The light is more pink than silver off his teeth and against his dark hair and she forces herself to take a deep breath. The motion glitters, and his eyes fall to the gemstones still arrayed across her chest, jolt to her tiara, slide to where his hands are trapping her. She can feel the blood he said he needed stopping its flow under the pressure, and though she doesn’t relish the pain, she pries his fingers from her and tugs the shirt scraps free.

Her palm is crimson, though the pink of the morning light cannot be helping, and she realizes she has no idea what to do next. She thinks - hopes - he would’ve told her if he needed to drink it or something worse, but she realizes a beat later that she would allow him to, if it kept him alive. She’d allow more than she should, if it meant they were both safe and alive at the end of it.

That doesn’t negate what must be done in the moment.

Her hand moves to his cheek, to reassure, and her blood smears from the open wound across his cheek and lips, and he shudders under her touch. His skin is cool and then warm and then hot, burning, and the color of his skin ebbs away like the tide beneath her blood, leaving him paler than the half-drowned assumed-sailor she’d found so many weeks ago.

His hand finds her wrist again, drags her close enough to press his lips to her bleeding palm, and when he draws back he is colorless except for the smear of red of her blood across his lips. His skin pales until the edges harden, split, and become black scales that trace down his throat and as though they’ll choke him. Anya doesn’t realize her fingertips are chasing the strangeness until her foundling - her? - until Gleb tugs her hand away and presses the fabric back over her open wound. He’s no less emotive for having his hands too bound up to sign, and the complexity of his gaze is only slightly undercut by how his eyes fill out and darken, how her blood is still smeared across his colorless lower face.

She takes the makeshift bandage and wraps it around her palm as an excuse to wrench her gaze from his. She does not want to know -- but she cannot resist, and she looks up in time to realize he had taken a step closer just as he undoes it with a step back, his hand flying to his throat. When it comes away, there are parallel slices that cut across his skin and he takes another halting step backward before she can take one towards him. Gills flutter against his skin and Anya cannot tell which of them is having a harder time breathing, now.

He halts at the edge of the dock and Anya ignores the mad impulse to reach out and catch his collar, drag him back onto land and demand he explain - so, so much more than he’s explained so far - but it will not keep either of them safe. He stares at her for a long moment and then cries out in pain, flexes his fingers and stares in horror as the flesh between them inches up into webbing. (That’s strange; he shouldn’t be horrified to see himself again.) She flexes her fingers in sympathy, does not think of twisting them into his collar or his hair, and Gleb takes a deep breath and spreads his arms wide, ready for the painful shock, and drops backwards off the edge with his eyes pressed shut.

Anya rushes to the edge of the dock, the remnants of his shirt crumpled against her crimson skirts like a forgotten talisman, and watches the ripples spread and vanish into the waves. After a beat and a breath and nothing more than bubbles, she mouths a quiet prayer for him.

#glenya #gleb vaganov #anya romanov #Kat Answers #arya-durin-51 #aryadurin51 #f: siren song #Kat Writes #au: estranged #tw self harm #sort of #Spring Cleaning the Askbox

[shirebarbie]

in this picrew I made this lil girl in honor of fearless TV/debut, while waiting for speak now rerecording 💛

tagging some swiftie besties if u wanna do it @lady-of-imladris @queenmeriadoc @annajolras @arya-durin-51 @madwomansapologist

ik i forgot like half of you, but feel free to do it anyway!!

#Picrew #Taylor swift #fearless taylor’s version #speak now taylor’s version #taylor swift debut

[bodhvild]

For this game I've been tagged by 3 amazing lovelies : @trashipsinc, @antares0606 and @junk-whunk-punk-artist ❤️❤️❤️ TY!

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

I don't know how to interpretate that 'actually'... Like... Songs I do really listen to...okay...like... Because I like them... Or...actually are my favourite... Oh fuck, here comes the list with as many genres as I can.

1. I - The storm I ride

2. Sopor Aeternus and the Ensamble of Shadows - Imhotep

3. Peter Murphy - Things to remember

4. Helheim feat. Høst - Dualitet och Ulver

5. Suede - Outsiders

Bonus track

6. Jonne - Pimeä on Oksan taitto

Tagging @nuredhel, @maironsmaid, @bird-with-glasses, @moonwich, @mywoesaregranular, @arya-durin-51, @mostvaliantandmostpround, @mossquitoman, @elvenprinces @just-a-kj-blog, and @eveningalchemist if you're up to it!

[metaknighto]

“Your son is a beacon of light, and I know for a fact he will continue to be until the end of his life. He shall be the Light in the Darkness that is to come, a protector of innocents, and defender of peace.”

“But he is so small...” she murmured, and placed a kiss on his little copper head.

“Yes. We must all start somewhere. And your son, I must say, started early. Already his Light shines brightly. And it will never wane.”

“You sound so sure, Master Jedi.”

“Because I am sure. I rarely, if ever, have visions, my lady. But I saw Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I know that in his Light shall forever shine.”

-His Mother’s Son by Arya-Durin-51

and my other swbb piece that I was delighted to work on! I’m always a huge fan of fics that explore obi-wan’s heritage so I loved getting to work on this and getting to work with @arya-durin-51 

#star wars big bang #swbb2022 #star wars #obi wan kenobi #swfanart #meta.png

[obiwanobi]

FHHJKLHGFL THIS IS SO FUNNY of course I’m on tumblr to corrupt people, what else are you supposed to do on this website anyway

where is it, I want to use it as a rec list and also make sure that I was accused of the right stuff

but seriously, like,,,, who are you to make such a list, and if you feel important enough to be The Voice of Reason of the fandom I hope that it was at least formatted with multiple sources with footnotes and citations

#some people have too much ego and time on their hands #(baroque architecture SOUNDS cool until it’s time to describe a facade) #(suddenly you want to murder the architect who added so many ridiculous flourish) #replies #arya-durin-51

[annawoodhull]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog!

Gah! Sorry! I just saw this! 😫

1) I love cooking

2) I love buying books even though I’m a librarian

3) Benjamin Talmadge is still the love of my life

#answered asks #ask game #arya-durin-51

[daenerys-targaryen-moved]

People tend to forget that Hogwarts Houses are not about what you are, but what you value; it's why you get whole families in a single House. I would say Dany, who above all else values freedom, kindness, and the human life, is a true Hufflepuff.

Yes! Thank you!

#arya-durin-51

[askfrances-eleanor]

What's your relationship with the kids of the rest of the Hamilsquad?

I like most of them! 

#ask #drawn response #arya-durin-51 #frances eleanor laurens #frances laurens #askfrances-eleanor #frances-eleanor laurens #lucy jefferson #ludwell lee #anne lee #william mulligan #susan reynolds #georges de lafayette #hamilkids #hamilton #john laurens #alex hamilton #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #charles lee #hercules mulligan #maria lewis reynolds #maria reynolds #maria lewis #eliza schuyler #angelica schuyler

[callmemaeverick]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last 10 people that reblogged from you!! Spread happiness :)

Wow, gee, thanks for this…

5 Things that make me HAPPY :)

- My Family 

- Writing (Fanfiction, Poetry)

- Sebastian Stan

- Movies, TV Series

- Campfires, preferably by a body of water, preferably a beach

#arya-durin-51

[textsfromumbridge]

I associate you with John Laurens. Probably because of your icon, but when I listen to the musical I think of you in his parts.

Well, I really hope I’m half as awesome - and that I live past the end of Act 1 :P

#arya-durin-51

[shirebarbie]

I was tagged by the lovely @thesolarangel 💚 thank you!!!

10 songs that I love with a name in the title (it's a bit difficult ngl 🤭 so that's why I've decided that geographical names also count as names lmao)

I'm tagging @silversword7000 @averys-place @friendofthefellowship @xdominiklivakovicx @arya-durin-51

#Tag #💞 #Spotify

[expertsofarda]

Miscellaneous

@arya-durin-51 is able to help with the politics of Middle Earth, especially within Beleriand (Asks are open!)

@contemporaryelfinchild is an expert on the magic within the Legendarium! (Asks are open!)

#EoA #expertsofarda #experts of arda #/ #// #miscellaneous

[obiwanobi]

Because I'm a sucker for historical AUs and this French AU-

Consider Anakin from the Crusader States and Obi-wan from mainland France. You get the Templar and the almost-canonist and I'm on company time I shouldn't be making AUs Fuck (yes this derives from me having read almost everything on the Recuiles des Historiens des Croisades for assignments)

I suddenly thought about this ask today while talking about the Templars and I couldn't stop my brain from thinking about medieval AUs all BECAUSE OF YOU, are you proud???

Anyway, here's two vague ideas for a 13th/14th century AU:

I love the idea of Anakin and Obi-Wan being Templars but separated by such a long distance; Obi-Wan has to see his beloved former student being sent away to an unknown land to fight a terrible war while he becomes one of the main faces of the Order in France, and to make it shippy we could add a dash of Abélard and Héloise's epistolary relationship with all the passion and tragedy of it, with the crusades as a background plot 👀

But I'm also really tempted to write a snippet about a vague medieval AU where the Jedi are more or less Knights Templar, with Obi-Wan as the former tutor of Prince Anakin who can't stay close to him anymore because the reputation of the Order is getting worse in the kingdom (and King Palpatine is basically Philip the Fair in this AU because I really want the end of the Jedi Order played the same way as the Templars' downfall 🙃)

#me who had no energy for tumblr for the past month: okay but what about a new AU #obikin #asks #clem's aus #arya-durin-51

[seethestarsalittlecloser]

Tag People You Want to Get to Know Better!

Tagged by: @arya-durin-51

Favorite color: literally any shade of blue or purple

Currently reading: an embarrassing amount of star wars fanfiction bc I can’t really focus on anything else right now

Last song: We Have It All by Pim Stones

Last movie: my memory is terrible and it’s been a while so your guess is as good as mine

Last series: Lie To Me

Currently craving: I know this is probably about food but tbh I’m just craving a nap rn

Tea or Coffee: Both, but I drink tea more often

Currently working on: 2 star wars WIPs (the sequel to Through All the Watches of the Night and a Kanan/TCW!Rex time travel definitely-not-a-fix-it AU), also, supposedly, an original fiction anthology project with a group of awesome writer friends

Tagging (no pressure!): @lightasthesun, @captainfaultyprogramming, @kyber-erso, @wr1t3-my-wr0ngs and anyone else who wants to

#about me #tag game