#avary

[dynamitekansai]

WORLD WONDER RING STARD✪M 5STAR GRANDPRI 2019 OFFICIAL GUIDE BOOK VOL. 126

AZM, Momo Watanabe, Hana Kimura, Natsuko Tora, Andra Miyagi, Jamie Hayter, Hazuki, Saki Kashima, Mayu Iwatani, Bea Priestley, Yu Ishino, Jungle Kyona, Konami, Sumire Natsu, Tam Nakano, Avary, Utami Hayashishita, Arisa Hoshiki

#joshi puroresu #stardom #azm #momo watanabe #hana kimura #natsuko tora #andras miyagi #jamie hayter #hazuki #saki kashima #mayu iwatani #bea priestley #yu ishino #jungle kyona #konami #sumire natsu #tam nakano #avary #utami hayashishita #arisa hoshiki #wrestling #queen's quest #tokyo cyber squad #oedo tai #stars #5 star grand prix 2019 #5★star gp 2019

[dtafm]

VIDEO ARCHIVES

Tarantino and Avary were straightforward from the start in using the old branding from the video store where they worked. They didn't have any files, just some small photos of various pieces of merch from the past. I busted out one of my oldest skills and started recreating this in Adobe Illustrator. It really was that easy! Now we can scale that sucker up as big as we want and it'll look crisp as heck.

#dtafm #design #graphic design #creative direction #art direction #process #progress #marketing #video archives #podcast #podcasts #vector #adobe #tarantino #avary #quentin tarantino #roger avary #movies #discussion #stitcher

[cadavvera]

So there is this tyrant... A collection of my doodles of the stinky ratman and my Durge Avari + bonus them as little shits

#lord gortash #gortash #enver gortash #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #durge #dark urge #durgetash #durge x gortash #avari #my art #cadavera

[gwaedhannen]

Avari cities whose entire populace all faded thousands of years ago.

The gates are open, yet you know you are watched as you walk in.

Surely that is the sound of a bustling marketplace around the bend? But no, you reach the square and its empty of life. The stalls are open, but none sell food.

You take a wooden knickknack from one stall. As you walk away you feel— thiefthiefshameguiltyguiltyTHIEF

You double back and leave a coin. The pressure fades.

On the counter of the inn is a mug of fresh beer, waiting for you. You leave a coin. No, two coins. This was generous.

You sit at an empty table and do not feel alone. You can almost hear the bawdy singing and smell the roasting pork.

The ale tastes like the farm in the dells where you danced with your husband in the wheat fields and kissed him below the endless stars and the bedroom where you promised your eternal soul to his and the floorboards he cut himself that you buried his empty shell under and the green door you closed behind you for the last time as you set out for something new and the eastward breeze that sometimes carries his voice out of the Uttermost West and the answers you’ll never give him

You were never married. You’re not thirsty anymore.

As you lie down in an empty room, nothing wishes you peaceful dreams.

You wake up. The bed is a mound of dirt. The inn is dust. The marketplace is stones and overgrowth. The gate is closed. The walls about it are gone.

In what might have been the rot of the stall you visited, no copper gleams. You take the toy you purchased from your pocket. The paint is still unchipped.

You leave through what might have been a watchtower, once. Remember, you do not hear it say.

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #worldbuilding #avari #stormwritten #silm fic

[myceliumelium]

just a lil design fun

#art #silmarillion #tolkien #vanyar #noldor #avari #sindar #elves

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Lmoa, but i can just imagine:

Valinor elf: welcome kinsman! To the land of valinor, where nothing and no one feels pain and we are provided for by the valar!

Silvan, who has never known a day of relaxation in their life, who comes from a society that has never known a day of relaxation in it’s life: what- what am i supposed to do here??

Valinor elf: here we can live peacefully and without fear, able to pursue our own pursuits at leisure.

Silvan: ok, but, like, what is there to live for? Like what are you doing things for? What’s driving you? What are you fighting for-

Valinor elf: fighting? There is no need to fight here. Just relax, there’s no need to be stressed.

Silvan: no need to be stressed?? Stress is like, my base setting. Isn’t it everyone’s base setting? You can live life and not be stressed??? That’s an option???

Valinor: y-yes?

Other Silvan elf, who’s been here for a while, popping up outta nowhere and proceeding to guide the other silvan away: babe, that’s because you are addicted to truama. I know, i get it, we all were. Let’s get you a weighted blanket and some therapy, ok?

#lord of the rings #silmarillion #lotr #the hobbit #lotr elves #thranduil #legolas #mirkwood #greenwood the great #silvans #incorrect tolkien quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #silm incorrect quotes #valinor #and the elves born in valinor have no idea what it’s like #someone get the silvans some therapy #and the avari too #actually lbh they probably figured it out for themselves at some point #they are still shit at it though

[avaryy]

considering being a marine biologist???? here’s a day in my life:

6am: wake up, avoid the ghosts

7:30am: go to work, avoid the ghosts

8am-12pm: play with fish corpses, get haunted

12-1pm: lunch!

1-3pm: hand mend nets. i mean so many nets. all you can think about is nets. if it weren’t for the ghosts, you’d dream about them too.

3-5pm: boss wants you to id and count fish corpses again, 1500 new ghosts will follow you home

5-9pm: dinner, enrichment time

10pm: go to bed, haunted

#marine biology #shut up avary

[aracaranelentari]

Here's another Nature of Middle-Earth quote that I keep thinking about:

"[Years of the Trees:] 2223. The "Ambassadors" return. Great Debate of the Quendi. A few refuse even to attend. Imin, Tata, and Enel are ill-pleased, and regard the affair as a revolt on the part of the youngest Quendi, to escape their authority. None of the First Elves (144) accept the invitation. Hence the Avari called and still call themselves "the Seniors"." (NoME 96)

I think that's super interesting! Tolkien gives multiple potential versions of this whole sequence, when the Three Ambassadors return to Cuiviénen, so this is only one of them, but it's kind of my favorite. I like the idea that the Three Ambassadors sort of usurped the leadership of the Three Fathers, and that Imin, Tata, and Enel are potentially still out there, and may have a grudge against those three descendants of theirs.

Imin especially is a pretentious asshole, as he claims to be the "Father of all Quendi", and seems to want control over all the Elves. I want to write a fic where Morgoth or Sauron ally with Imin, maybe they tell him they can help him regain his authority over the Elves? It would certainly be an interesting premise if the Three Fathers showed up at Valinor or Beleriand one day, with the intent of taking back their kingship.

It's also always been bizarre to me that Fëanor was so worried about Fingolfin usurping the throne when Finwë was king in a place where kings do not die, and do not really need heirs (theoretically). But if Finwë was a usurper before Fingolfin was, then Fëanor's fears have a bit more ground, I think, especially if Fingolfin had the greater love from their people. It's happened before, Fëanor would think, therefore it could happen again. Elves seem to follow who they prefer as a king rather than who technically has the most claim, which is shown both in the Three Ambassadors vs the Three Fathers, and also with Fëanor vs Fingolfin during the Flight.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #ingwe #finwe #elwe #imin #tata #enel #feanor #fingolfin #nature of middle earth #cuivienen #the avari

[skiaskai]

Henlo I made a new OC, his name is Avari and he's been on my brain constantly the past few days lmao Ref below cut

I'll have more lore of him soon!! I have so much art I gotta post here jdkf but anyway, this guy

#original character #Avari #dragon boy #dragon oc #I love him a lot already my brainworms are feasting lmao #my art

[mothermara]

avaris doodles... alivestyle n vampstyle. guys when they refuse to feed for decades: why do i feel like shit

#my art #ocs #avaris (oc) #dunmer #the elder scrolls

[dynamitekansai]

STARDOM 5★STAR GP 2019

AZM, Momo Watanabe, Hana Kimura, Natsuko Tora, Andras Miyagi, Jamie Hayter, Hazuki, Saki Kashima, Mayu Iwatani, Bea Priestley, Yu Ishino, Jungle Kyona, Konami, Sumire Natsu, Tam Nakano, Avary, Rossy Ogawa, Utami Hayashishita, Arisa Hoshiki

#joshi puroresu #stardom #azm #momo watanabe #hana kimura #natsuko tora #andra miyagi #jamie hayter #hazuki #saki kashima #mayu iwatani #bea priestley #yu ishino #jungle kyona #konami #sumire natsu #tam nakano #avary #rossy unfortunately #utami hayashishita #arisa hoshiki #wrestling #queen's quest #tokyo cyber squad #oedo tai #stars

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness Princes Describing Sex*

*Without using the word sex

GUY

Intercourse

…

Looks PROFOUNDLY uncomfortable and irritated saying the word aloud

Jasper: You look tense Prince Guy. Perhaps you would be more comfortable if you engaged in—*Smirks*

Guy: JASPER.

TOA

Pre-relationship with MC: My duty as future king to produce an heir

Post-relationship with MC: The joining of two souls

Fenn: You know, I would be more than happy to join—

Toa: NO.

LYNT

Sleeping

Fenn: No, not THAT sleeping Lynt!

Lynt: *Cocks his head quizzically* Naked sleeping?

FENN

Come to my chambers and let me show you instead 😘

The beast with two backs

The horizontal limbo

The dance with no pants

Continues describing sex for 5 minutes longer than you can tolerate it

ROY

Pre-Relationship with MC: *Smiles awkwardly* There are several educational books in the library if you desire to learn more—

Fenn: *Takes book out of Roy’s bag* Like this book?

Roy: Master Luxure PLEASE!

Post-relationship with MC: Making love

Roy: *Whispers to MC, smiling* All night long, if you permit it.

RIO

Sex? I’m a male!

Fenn: No, no, not THAT sex. Here’s a book that might help.

Rio: Ooh a picture book!

Roy: Rio NO!

LANCE

OI!

Refuses to answer the question

If Christop asks, he panics

BONUS - TINO

Umm, when two people love each other v-very much they—

Lynt: Chino, we love each other (Tino: Ahhh! Not that kind of love, Master Lynt!)

Lynt: Roy and Sherry love each other (Tino: AHHH! Not sibling love, Master Lynt!)

Fenn: More than two people can be involved if desired—(Tino: AHHHH! *Runs away*)

#court of darkness #guy avari #lynt akedia #fenn luxure #toa qelsum #rio voleri #roy invidia #otome #otome game #voltage games

[pearlescentpearl]

Political Pawn AU

Hello! And welcome to my next bullet point fic; my take on a Fëanor lives plot! To no one’s surprise; Beleriand is on fire.

The Balrog that would have dealt Fëanáro a mortal blow instead takes an arrow to the eye, forcing a crack in the press of fire demons wide enough for Nelyafinwë to reach in and pull him out

Fëanáro is full of fire and wrath still, but his body shakes from pain and blood loss, vision swimming at the edges, hand cramped around his sword. It’s almost like coming out of a creative fugue; tired and hungry and disoriented, and he thinks, reflexively, ah, where’s a fortifying cup of spiced wine when you need it?

But there is only ash, and pain, and his faithful sons carrying him away from what he feels, from what he knows, would have been the death of him

His wounds are many but he will live; his will is too strong

Barely has he been tended to, and settled in his tent, when the message comes; that Morgoth has sent an emissary, claiming parley and teasing about surrendering the Silmarils

It sounds too good to be true, and so it must be a trap

Nonetheless, Nelyafinwë begs leave to go

“Of course, Morgoth is lying,” he says, eyes alight with his own inner flame. “But don’t you see? He will send more than he promises and so a credible force will be moving outside Angamando. Are we to let them roam free, unchallenged? I mean to crush them, and so convey our contempt at this thinly veiled trick!”

This is true enough enough that it persuades Fëanáro to let him go, despite faint misgivings

Later, of course, they learn they should not have. All who went with Nelyafinwë have been slain, the bodies desecrated and arranged in cruel parody. The only one missing from them is Nelyafinwë himself

Fëanáro truly thought he had known anger before, when his father was slain

It is nothing compared to knowing his son may yet live, but who knows in what condition?

Fëanáro has been up to the Gates of Angamando just that very day, and his memory is impeccable. There is no forcing those doors open with what siege supplies they’ve cobbled together so far

So far

Fëanáro will change that

The Mithrim Sindar are welcoming, numbers decimated as they are from Morgoth’s initial flood of his monstrous forces, and the mountains of Hísilómë are rich in metal ores

They can make something great here; it is only a matter of time

Time the Enemy seems keen not to grant them

it seems Fëanáro can dedicate his forces to building, or wiping out the enemy, not both at once. How aggravating

There seems to be a roaming raiding party just close enough to concern them every other day

Eventually, enough is enough; Fëanáro puts Kanafinwë and Turkafinwë in charge of a cavalry force with a significant number of the remaining horses, and commands them to keep Hísilómë clear as far as they can safely roam

They are not his most useful sons for building fortifications anyhow

Under Morifinwë’s baleful and exacting directions, the possible foundations for a great fortress are mapped out; it is misty, and often rainy inside the shelter of these mountains that trap cold and wet wind from the west and north, not especially favorable building conditions when their only source of illumination comes from starlight

How the Mithrim Sindar eke out an existence in such darkness is a wonder that merits studying

Fëanáro glares down at a map; there are few eastern entrances into Hísilómë, the main one is what the locals call Eithel Sirion, the headwaters of a river. If any eastern pass shall be the greatest concern it will be one with a water source

“Does any claim the great grassy plains that encircle Angamando outside the Wethrin?” He asks of Aewendir, the surviving Lord of the MIthrim Sindar

Not that they use the word ‘Lord’ exactly. Lathron, he is called, ‘listener, hearer,’ a pun on both his function; to hear his people out that he may resolve their troubles; and the fact visibility is often terrible by the lake on account of all the mists

“No,” Aewendir says dryly. “And don’t let anyone blow smoke up your ass otherwise. We’re the only folk crazy enough to live so close to the shadow of Angband, and reviled are we for it by the southern king and his court.” He spits on the ground. “And yet it is our word the southerners rely on for news of Angband’s movements when orcs are abroad.”

Fëanáro is growing very fond of Aewendir; he has a steady practicality about him that puts him in mind of Nerdanel, and a bitterly amused yet philosophical way of looking at the world that both intrigues and disconcerts 

“We shall build at Eithel Sirion then.”

It’s yet more work to keep roving orc bands at bay, but the fortress must be built if Fëanáro is to have the facilities to devise siege weapons capable of cracking Angamando

The mountains are generous with stone, and the Land of Echoes with wood, but the constant attacks are tedious and slow things down

His Ñoldor are split three ways now; the wandering cavalry under Kanafinwë and Turkafinwë, the builders at Eithel Sirion under Morifinwë, and the rest on the western lake shore with Curufinwë, Telufinwë, and Pityafinwë directing necessary domestic efforts 

It’s all a finely oiled machine just barely balanced on a knife’s edge, the slightest upset--!

Fëanáro goes over the numbers again and again, but there’s really no help for it. If only Nelyafinwë had not gone to--

But there is no help for it so they make do. They will get through this if Fëanáro has to will it into truth

One year slips by before he knows it, and a messenger from Angamando is on their doorstep once more

The fact it is a Maia is all that keeps Fëanáro from having it slain on the spot, but that is as far as he can deduce of its identity, its fána so twisted and befouled there’s no telling what it started as

It holds an iron chest in its hands

“One year has the rightful King of Arda held the Crown Prince an esteemed guest in his home,” the being rasps through torn lips and blackened teeth. “But all good guests must leave eventually to stay a good guest. His Majesty offers your son back to you, Finwion, if you but agree to forget your Oath, depart Beleriand, and never return to darken His Majesty’s doorstep. What shall it be, Ñoldorán; your son or your jewels?”

For a shameful moment, Fëanáro’s conviction wavers. Could it truly be that easy--?

But no

Morgoth’s last offer to surrender what he stole was a lie. It was a lie then, and it is a lie now

Fëanáro will not be fooled. 

He will drive open the Gates of Angamando and rescue his son himself, and whatever miseries he has suffered will be inflicted on Morgoth fivefold! Tenfold!

“Úmaia you are, and Úvala I name your thrall-keeping master!” Fëanáro scoffs. “Slink back to your hole and tell him to stuff his false offers back behind his teeth where they belong!”

The being laughs, a horrible scraping croak that’s half a wheeze. “Very well, Finwion. A souvenir to tide you over then. A token of His Majesty’s consideration.”

The chest is tipped open and a wealth of loose red hair, vividly bright even in the light of the Fëanorian Lamps, spills out upon the ground like a bloodstain half tossed by the wind

It reeks of blood too

The breath catches in his throat. All that hair, Nelyafinwë’s pride and joy. It didn’t seem real to see it bereft of his son, to see it tossed carelessly on the ground where-- where anyone could trample it

He feels numb

The anger is too strong, there are too many directions he wants to shove it at once

Behind him, Telufinwë lets out a cry and looses an arrow into the Úmaia’s mangled torso

Fëanáro reorients. Draws his sword and shoves it through the being’s throat and cleaves its head clean off. There’s an eruption of fouled power upon its death, but it must be the weakest in Morgoth’s enthrallment for it barely rocks him on his heels

“Pay what it said no mind,” he tells his sons, the lot of them wet eyed and reaching for the hair on the ground. “The Enemy is a liar, dishonorable, and a cheat. Even if we agreed to the deal, Nelyo would only be returned to us dead. The only way to get him back is to wrest him from the pits ourselves!”

Their spirits firm. Good

#political pawn au #silmarillion #bulletpoint fic #feanor #maedhros #buckle up folks the byzantine politics are gonna be off the charts in this one #also have some fun mithrim sindar worldbuilding #they're nearly as neglected as the avari in terms of exploration

[overheardbyvarioustherapists]

Guy: Fuck you! Toa: Fuck you too! MC: Then get a room and fuck each other already! Goddamn!

#incorrect quotes #court of darkness incorrect quotes #court of darkness memes #court of darkness #court of darkness mc #guy avari #toa qelsum

[fresasconqueso]

Was working on these designs for about a week but I think I'm done! (Note: don't really like how Roy and the headmaster designs came out :[ )

I got this idea when someone posted what they thought fenns gift looks like I loved their idea and it was also the day I realized Fenn didn't give the Mc lingerie like I thought he did 😭 soo yeah.

Guy

Fenn

Lynt

Toa

Roy

Lou

Anyways hope you like these designs!

#artists on tumblr #court of darkness #guy avari #toa qelsum #lynt akedia #fenn luxure #roy invidia #headmaster lou

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

The fellowship: *discussing the many ways to kill orcs*

Legolas: you know what’s a surprisingly effective way to kill orcs?

Legolas: seduction.

Boromir: excuse me, what?

Aragorn: here we go again.

Gimli: i always thought you point ears were freaks

Gimli: but I didn’t think you were that bad!

Legolas: hear me out here, (also, it’s only the dark elves that do this, the light elves are to much of a prude), it either freaks them the fuck out and then they’re not on top of their game.

Legolas: or their into it, in which case they don’t try to kill you as hard.

Legolas: either way, win-win.

Boromir: so you’re saying, the easiest way to defeat an orc army would be to throw a bunch of women at them and tell them to act sultry.

Legolas: i mean you can use a bunch of men too, they’re not picky. Throw yourself into the line of fire, what’s there to be afraid of?

Legolas: also, it has to look genuine. You got to commit.

Gimli: and you’ve done this before? No wonder you’re so crazy!

Legolas: a few times, not as much as my sister Kleoyia, though! She’s been captured by sauron hundreds of times, every time they give her back bc they’re too freaked out.

Pippin, whispering to merry: can you imagine, merry? Being surrounded by all those vile things and having to pretend you’re into it? I’d never be able to do that.

——————————-many months later————————-

Pippin & merry: *flirting with the orcs that have captured them so that they don’t eat them yet*

Merry & pippin:

Pippin: we will never speak of this again.

#lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #the hobbit #lotr elves #legolas #incorrect tolkien quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect hobbit quotes #the nine walkers #fellowship of the ring #gimli son of gloin #aragorn #boromir #merry and pippin #the silvans and avari can and will seduce their way out