#blond nolo

[kanalaure]

we know so little about how reembodiment works in valinor. like, it’s given to nienna to do that for them, we know that, but there’s so little information about the how. so, in light of that, i’d like to posit that the process can occasionally, accidentally kickstart a recessive gene

example: when nolofinwe leaves the halls, his body is identical down to the last sword callus to how his body appeared in beleriand.......... except he’s blond now

#nienna #fingolfin #blond nolo #for no reason greater than 'i think it would be funny' #and likewise #feanor eventually leaves the halls crowned with his mother's silver hair. he looks so much like tyelko now they've resorted to name tags #silm headcanons #silmarillion #valinor #reembodiment #literally how the fuck does it work tho #exact clone of your body as it was right before you died? #exact clone of your body but minus any scars or calluses or missing limbs? #do you get to keep your muscle mass or do you have to rebuild it? #also if you're trans do you get to pick and choose features until it looks like how you want? #i think it would be nice. if theyre gonna go through the trouble to build-a-body. it might as well be one youre comfortable living in

[twice-locks]

you’re my baby blue love~

#i’m obsessed with nayeon’s blonde hair 😩 #she’s gorgeous #can’t wait for nolo 🥳 #twice #jyp twice #twice wallpapers #twice backgrounds #kpop wallpapers #nayeon

[tanoraqui]

Incomplete list of name origins/motivations of the House of Finwë, according to me (and sometimes canon). Any names not listed were given for normal “parent liked it and it fit the baby (fathername)/young child (mothername) well enough.”

Original Brady Bunch:

Finwë (epessë, "hair/crowned guy") - as discussed here

Miriel - [normal name origins]

Indis (mothername, "bride") - true maternal prophecy. “She’s going to fuck her way into trouble and, if we’re lucky, fuck her way out of it”

Fëanáro (m, "spirit of fire") - not prophecy so much as really really obvious right away Curufinwë [I] (fathername, "clever finwë") - Finwë, proudly watching his son build cities out of blocks: “He’s like me but even more clever!”

Findis (f, [finwë+indis]) - Finwë has the naming instincts of Bella Swan and we should mock him so much more for this

Arakáno [I] (m, "high chieftain") - warning label Fingolfin was a very bossy toddler; Indis thought it was adorable and was sure he’d grow into it (he did)

Lalwen/Irimë - [both normal name origins]

Ingoldo [I] (m, "the noldo") - spite. born 2 months after Nelyafinwë due to total lack of parental coordination. Indis looked Fëanor straight in the eyes while introducing his new, distinctly blond and Vanya-looking baby brother to him. Effectiveness as a warning label is entirely accidental.

Fëanorians:

Nelyafinwë (f, "third finwë") - spite Maitimo (m, "well-shaped") - Nerdanel: Attention, everyone! I have made the PRETTIEST BABY EVER!!;

Makalaurë (m, "golden voice") - Nerdanel, proudly: Yes, his beautiful voice is very loud [functional warning label]

Tyelkormo (m, "hasty riser") - warning label Nerdanel, loving but strained smile: My newest beloved son. Will not. Stay. Asleep. :)

Carnistir (m, "red-faced") - Nerdanel: Lookit how red his little face gets when he cries! Don’t you just want to squish it even more?!

Atarinkë (m, "little father") - Nerdanel, delighted: FËANÀRO, IT’S A BABY YOU!; Curufinwë [II] (f, "clever finwë") - Fëanor, awed whisper: holy shit you’re right, it’s a baby me

Ambarussa & Umbarto Ambarto (m, "red-topped" & "doomed" "up-exalted") - as told in The Shibboleth of Fëanor: Nerdanel, desperately ignoring the growing sense of true maternal prophecy: They’re both redheads! Fëanor: Beloved, you can’t give them both the same name. Nerdanel: Yes I can. Fëanor: No you can’t. Nerdanel: Yes I can. Fëanor: No you can’t. Nerdanel: Fine, his name is Doomed, are you happy! He’s doomed to a terrible fate! He’s going to suffer and die alone! Fëanor: Haha you mean fated to great things, upwardly mobile, right?! Nothing has ever gone wrong when I ignore you, and probably nothing ever never will! Ambarussa, jointly, as soon as they're old enough to speak: We like having the same name actually also, Telúfinwë (f, "last finwë") - Fëanor: "Okay, even I think we should probably stop at 7"

Fingolfinians:

Findekáno (f, "hair[crowned] commander") - a little bit of spite ("Finwë" + "Arakáno"), but mostly Fingolfin liked how it sounded and didn't realize until it was too late that he'd just swapped the syllables in Kanafinwë, and had to pretend real fast that he didn't care

Turukáno (f, "strong chieftain") - Fingolfin decided to lean into the káno root for his kids, and he likes how this name sounds and he doesn't care that it's the same root at Turkafinwë! Not everything is about Fëanor!

Írissë (f, "[something] femine") - Fingolfin, standing on top of a roof, holding baby Aredhel up like Simba: "WE HAD A GIRL!!!" ("Ir" from Anairë)

Arakáno (m, "high chieftain") - Anairë: haha holy shit, Nolo, he's a baby you

Finarfinians:

Findaráto (f, "high/noble finwë") - Finarfin shortly before his first son is born, moving around scraps on paper on which are written root words: "Okay so it has to include 'fin' and a part of one of my names which is not 'fin' (how stupid would two 'finwë's sound in one name!), but it for the sake of individualism it shouldn't be literally my name nor, preferably, Nolofinwë's... Ingoldo (m, "the noldo") - warning label: Eärwen, preventing her son from trying to eat his fourth very child-chokable random gem from the ground today: "Ara, he gets this from your side." (Effectiveness as a warning label for nude werewolf combat is entirely accidental.)

Angrod - [normal name origins]

Aegnor - [normal name origins]

Artanis (f, "noble lady") - Finarfin standing on the opposite roof, holding baby Galadriel up like Simba: "GIRL! GIRL! GIRL!" Nerwen (m, "man maiden") - Men already barely understand Elvish gender, especially as filtered through the Professor. We cannot begin to conceive of what Galadriel was doing with it, nor should be be so hubristic as to try

Grandchildren, birth order according to me:

Orodreth (m, "mountain climber") - warning label: if this child is not given something to climb, he will Find Something to Climb

Celebrimbor (f, "silver-holding/handed") - named after his mother, Maltrinbor ("gold-holding/handed") Curufinwë [III] (m, "clever finwë") - Maltrinbor, proudly watching her son gnaw on jewelry: He's going to be just as crafty as his father and grandfather!

Celebrindal (e, "silverfoot") - I don't care that canonically it's because she went barefoot; it's because she lost both feet to frostbite on the Helcaraxë (when the ice cracked and she fell in frozen water and Elenwë dove in to save her, a task at which Elenwë did succeed at cost of her own life), and shortly after reaching Middle Earth she got silver prosthetics (Curufin made the first model after Maedhros glared at him really hard)

Maeglin/Lómion - [both normal name origins]

Etc:

Finduilas (f, "hair + ?? + leaf"?) - [normal name origins]

Ardamirë (m, "jewel of the world") - true maternal prophecy (more vibes than literal vision, but she knew he'd hold a Silmaril) Eärendil (f, "friend of the sea") - Tuor: [loves Gondolin but wants to show his son the sea so bad]

Elros & Elrond ("star foam" & "star dome") - to both the Noldor and Sindar, a mothername is more intimate and meaningful than a fathername. But for the Noldor, the fathername comes just after birth and the mothername comes later, when the child's personality is more evident. In Sindarin custom, the mothername comes at birth because who knows the child better than the mother who has just been holding its fëa as close as possible for 9 months? and the fathername comes later. Elwing and Eärendil named their children together: Elwing chose to name them both "El-" for her family; and Eärendil named one "-ros", which like "-wing" means "foam/spray"; and the other "-rond", "star-dome" for the sky that is most beloved to admiring Elves and sea-navigators alike.

Celebrian (m, "silver queen") - Galadriel named her first, Sindar fashion, and named her partly after Celeborn because she is in fact a romantic sap. She suspected early that Celebrian would never be a queen in title, but she never wanted to shut down the option

Elladan & Elrohir ("elf man" & "elf rider[mannish root[" - half-blooded children both, Elrond and Celebrian also named their firstborn sons cooperatively - "El-" less for Elrond's family directly than because Celeborn would be so disappointed if they discontinued this tradition which dated back to his king, Elu Thingol; and "-adan" and "-rohir" for the Men of Númenor, lost and saved alike, whom they had both loved

Arwen (m, "noble maiden") - "Ar-" for Artanis and Arafinwë. Celebrian: "I have the weirdest instinct to go stand on the roof and shout about how she's a girl?" Elrond: "So do I! That'd be so weird, though. Anyway, you choose a name entire, for I must have my own for this one..." Undómiel (e f, "evening star") - mirror to Elros's daughter "Tindómiel", "dawn star" - both, of course, being the same star: Gil-Estel

#the silmarillion #feanor and feanor's kin #maybe i should put this in my worldbuilding collection? idk #i'm not tagging everyone

[obscure-song-tournament]

ROUND TWO !!!!

A

Keep Away - Isane Driver VS. Pulp Friction - Fool Heavy

Scatterbrain - Casual Tees VS. Sad Hit Song- V is for Villians

Patches - Jawbreaker Reunion VS. Animal Rites - John Congleton & The Nighty Nites

New Dance - DEERPEOPLE VS. Maple Leaf Etc - Maxshh

B

Mama - Eudora June VS. The Helper - Giannah Noelle

Victim of a Siren - Seraph Siege VS. There's a Darkness (but There's also a Light) - The Wild VS. Ray - Dylans

Alive - GON VS. You are Loved - David Lamotte TIE

Where U Goin? - Half in the Bag VS. For Me - Dearlie

C

The Hidden Word - Noe Venable VS. Echo in the Hills - Carrie Elkin VS. YOUR GALAXY - ROZLYN PELL

Juliet and Juliet -Kactus Kid VS. Low Rent Truman Show - Marc with a C

The Danger - Patricia Wallinga VS. Call Me Captain - Emrys Layne (@callmecapt) VS. Deep Blue - Grapefruit

D

PIANO GAMES - Hazma Notes VS. Worst in the World - Uncle Outrage

Cheese (original mix) -Cheese VS. Hokutoshichisei no Ichiya- Akiko lkuina

There'll be Someone at My Funeral Who Doesn’t Want to Be There - Sammy J VS. The Crayon Song - Class Of 3000

TECVM CIRCVMAMBVLARE NOLO - John Linnel VS. Imagination - Niel innes VS. Me and Nikolai - Pale Young Gentlemen

E

Eat Your Heart Out, Sigmund Freud - Mollie Maxwell VS. Don't Want You -Carpark

Runaways - Big Tree VS. 10,000 Days - OK Glass

Hurricane - My Cat Umi VS. Rotten - Missouri Surf Club

Born to it - Freefonix VS. last week/month/year - rain

F

Pointillize - Raccoon Fink VS. execute - ninty

Better Red Than Dead - KELChip VS. Ego -Powderpaint

... - subeteanatanoseidesu VS. Nighttime (I fall asleep) - Sam X

GOTH BITCH DUB - 621 gecs VS. To.Get.Her - Nixis

G

Dusk and Dawn - Das Fi VS. Between You and Me - Clementine Werchola

Monmon Fanmoran - Mochitsune VS. Can Graze the Roof Bring you Back to Childhood? - Anomaly Vector TIE

Memories - Jens East (Ft. Lotta Rasva) VS. Moongrains with Lyrics feat. Gumi A - Anonaly Vector VS. Ode to Janey Lou- FOE

The Dreaming- Marquis of Vaudevill VS. Best Friend - Taitoki

H

Rusalka and The Shepherd Girl - The Forgetmenauts VS. Four Tall Trees - Leslie Fish

Captain Ward - Tempest VS. The Trials Of Oscar Wilde - Alan John

Winter's Tooth - Alexander James Adam VS. He of Sidhe - Alexander James Adam

Labyrinth - Madeline S VS. The Phoenix - Julia Ecklar

I

Liar and the Hound - Beneath Eden VS. Bodysuit -FlooringCo

Pause Button - Particle Devotion VS. On a Walk - Fort Womb VS. Death is a Girl - Skippocalyptic

52 Pickup - Z. VS. 山谷澗 - Mysterain小雨樂隊 VS. Pub Money - Bag of Cans

J

Never be Famous - Hussalonia VS. 613 - FC the kid VS. Lhasa - Shapaley

Collide - Harold J VS. We Made it - JAMIEvx VS. 412 (coffin built for two) - Mollie Maxwell

Unretractable Fact - Second Person VS. SCARY* - EXIT ONLY

Preserve - PETROLEUM! GENDERLOSS VS. No Proposals - Physical Plant

K

Maneater- Blue Eyed Blondes VS. la somnambule - La Femme Pendu

Center Stage - Howard Martin VS. Gears of the Atom Man - Angels of Liberty TIE

Wake Up Girl - Skeeter Truck VS. Dark Rip - Teen Girl Scientist Monthly

Trust Me - Time Crash VS. Not Yet - Leo and the Little Things

L

Grace - Raelle VS. Animal- Xisco Feijoó

Hyperphantasia - Fearful Earful VS. Tonight Eternity Alone - Rene Clause

Cardigan Sweater - Jasmine Kennedy VS. Milá má - Nahore VS. Side A -Alohaha

The Binding Of isaac - Schmekel VS. Slip! - Bright Orange

M

Boy who Blocked the Sun - Demi the Daredevil VS. Rainy Day Georgia - Jayne Trimble VS. Burn it Down with Math - Deuce of Gears

Haircut Song - Shannon Moser VS. Reunion - Brent Spiner & Maude Maggart

Small Parts of Something Much Larger - Suns VS. Sunshine and Lollipops 2020 - Sad Snack

Say What You Want - Growth Spurt VS. Mirëmëngies - Edona Vatoc

N

Have You Ever Seen a Duck, Like, in Real Life? - Lisa the Beauty Queen VS. Housekeeper- Faun Fables

Caroline - Espers VS. Tales of the Phantom Ship - Nathan Landis Funk

Lotus eaters - Jessica Law VS. Raising the Dead! - Jessica Law VS. Autism Murder Memorial - Fit to Work

Blow Up the Moon - Feel Spectres VS. All For Me Grog! - Spud Bugs

O

Reclaim - Porch Cat VS. Orpheus on Ice - The Small Calamities VS. Violin Concerto in the Key of Crippling Regret - The Small Calamities

Homme Offer Knee - Ben Below VS. Hold My Heart - The Dune Sea

Each Time She Calls - Jessie Gosling VS. flexible guy - clown residue

Howard - Demo- Mother Aiden VS. Blooming Strangely - Ginger & Pear

P

恐竜あげみざわ★ - Kyouruu Friends VS. 星の旅人- Sayaka Senbong & Yumiri Hanamori

The End of the World - Fred Deakin VS. 運命は※ Love You - チームDEKAI

Ultimate Performance of Abandoned Magic Boxes ~ Racks of Junk - KR. Palto47 VS. 薔薇は美しく散る x 輪舞 revolution - okurigi66

297回の試行 - Image44 VS. They'll Make a Monster Out of You - Freefonix

#obscure song tournament #bracket #poll related #music poll #not polls #PRAYING for less ties this round. #but I think there might be MORE somehow cos less people are voting as time goes on #so it gets easier to tie </3

[incognito-lionbeast]

The Long Drive

Ao3: /works/40451073 // A follow-up to Forgiving Wylde

Summary: Finally free from the Silencerz' base, Vert Wheeler and the Wylde brothers have a very, very long drive ahead of them - from California all the way to New York. However, there's something the brothers need to come clean about--and soon--lest they cause more trouble than they bargained for.

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   “So, whose car is this, anyway?” Vert asked, perched precariously on the backseat’s middle hump–not very safe, but they were driving an  automatic.  This was a no-fun-allowed zone—so agreed the note ‘Don’t have too much fun’ crumpled in Kurt’s hand—and Wylde was sure driving like a reasonable person. That wasn’t like him. Under the circumstances, the blond was half-surprised that he hadn’t let his brother drive. Well, there was still a long way between California and New York. Suppose Kurt would get his time to shine eventually… in an automatic Ford Mustang. What a waste.

   “Taro,” Wylde answered.

   Kurt supplemented, “Yeah, Markie pitched a fit when they told us we’d be leaving in the back of a federal sedan. So, Taro somehow convinced the Silencerz to have someone go fetch one of his instead – to “prevent an incident” he said.”

   It worked out pretty well for them. Having a car of their own made smuggling one Vert Wheeler out of the Silencerz’ base so much easier. Truly, a group effort. If only Taro had chosen a better car. Why’d he even own this thing? Kurt tried not to dwell on the implications that Mr. Kitano might have bought and loaned this car specifically to mess with them. He tossed the crumpled sticky-note onto the floor. Maniac. Although, it was equally true that neither he nor Mark’s cars were fit for passengers; the Accelerons had lovingly rebuilt them just the way they were before. One seat, one driver. Hopefully, the Silencerz wouldn’t completely ruin them for the sake of research.

   “Hey, there ain’t no way I was gonna let them–”

    “Tell you what to do?” Again, Vert helpfully supplied Wylde with the rest of his sentence. Out on the road, he felt a little bit better. Okay, a lot a bit better, enough to be cheeky. Wylde shot him what was allegedly an unamused look from the rearview mirror, albeit his recipient was unphased. Kurt stifled a snort.

  “Yeah, well.. that, too. There ain’t enough money in the world to convince me into a fed’s car, and–no offense, Vert. I ain’t a little kid anymore. I don’t do backseat.” Not unless he was sleeping in it, but even so– Wylde preemptively slugged his sibling passenger, immediately gratified with a clipped hey! He could feel you thinking things, Kurt. Call it a brother’s sixth sense. So, don’t you start, and don’t act innocent, either. He knew you too well.

   As an only child, Vert was equal parts delighted and confused.

   “Y’know, you’re not that much older than me, Markie.” Was this the side Vert really wanted to take? Well, suppose Kurt was his teammate. Technically. Albeit, mostly Vert was just along for a good time –  not to choose between brothers; so he leaned forward, bracing himself casually against the two front seats like a real heckler. Like someone who’d be in real big trouble if Wylde decided to suddenly brake, but as much as it was a little tempting… Vert needed to be in one piece and not squished into Taro’s dashboard. He was, however, the recipient of one gratuitous side-eye.

   “It’s Mark, and older’s older. How’s it feel being the youngest driver, Josef?” Wylde couldn’t say for sure–no matter what he asserted–but he swore he remembered Kurt mentioning that Nolo was older by about this much. He had to be, right? Nolo was the leader of the scrap squad; it’d be embarrassing if he was the babiest of the bunch, too. Honestly, the fact that his own brother was the old man among the Teku was something else, but that was a fun thought for another time. Priorities and all.

   “Now that I think about it? Not too bad, actually. You should ask Kurt how it feels losing to someone who’d just gotten their license,” Vert deflected to a resounding Hah from his left. Alright, y’know what? Priorities changed. Giving Kurt a hard time was always the answer. Yet, to their collective right side, Kurt was less impressed, glowering fiercely. Kids. Worse yet: teenagers. Mark hardly looked the part anymore, but deep down the tattooed behemoth wasn’t too different from sweet, summer child Vert Wheeler. If he weren’t so irritated, then Kurt might have remembered that this was a good thing – Markie making friends his own age.

   “Hey, we’re on a team now. It isn’t about winning or losing.” That hurt to say. He tried to rein in his pride–act maturely–but his level of believability was… somewhat lacking. Kurt Wylde was a sore loser. Always was, always would be. It was a gift from their father.

    “Right, right.. I just couldn’t help noticing–” You didn’t want Karma to know.  Petty, both of them. Yet, Vert wasn’t allowed to finish his sentence, the telltale buzz of a flip phone derailing his precious train of thought. Focus scattered to the wind, Vert mumbled a distracted apology as he fished the accursed device from his pants pocket. A belated gift from his father. Something so they could keep in touch more easily. He frowned. It was a device of Just checking in on you. Kurt’s expression remained mostly unchanged as he watched Vert’s painfully slow, defeated slide from the middle hump into the backseat proper. Great.

   Wylde exchanged a guilty, knowing look with his brother. Trouble.

  “Hey dad–” Vert answered, trying to drum up some semblance of enthusiasm. Much like Kurt, he wasn’t very convincing, flinching as the tinny speaker relayed his father’s sudden and rather impressive disapproval. Where are you, Vert. It wasn’t even a question! Hell, it wasn’t even at a normal speaking volume, overheard loudly and clearly by the two brothers up front. They knew. Vert didn’t. Simple as that, he struggled to answer. Where was he..? On the road? In general? Why was his father disappointed this time? Wylde said–

  “He’s with us,” Kurt projected firmly, not particularly caring whether or not Major Wheeler caught any of it. He added quickly, “Sorry, I need to see your phone–”

    Vert hadn’t time to object. Snatching and clapping the phone closed in one fluid motion, Kurt had half a mind to fling it out the window, but that wouldn’t solve anything. They had to talk. They had to talk before Major Jack Wheeler took it out on his only son. So, there was an ominous, looming silence as the car slowed, rumbling past the sleeper lines separating the shoulder from the rest of the highway. Wylde pulled over. Something was wrong here; Vert wasn’t stupid. Yet, it wasn’t until they’d stopped completely that his searching gaze was finally met with an answer.

  Wylde muttered an expletive, dragging a hand down his face. He twisted around in the driver seat, trying to manage line-of-sight with the man sitting directly behind him.

   “Sorry, uhh.. should’ve probably said something sooner,” Wylde offered sheepishly, distracted momentarily by his thoughts–by his brother flipping the phone back open to double check he’d turned it off.

     (It was.)

   “We had permission to leave,” Kurt clarified, punctuated by the loud, plastic snap of the phone closing again. As a courtesy, he passed it off to the backseat–an offering of choice. This would all be for nothing if Vert was forced into their decision. Well, more than he already was by omission, but they hoped Vert could forgive them for that. Beyond allowing him plausible deniability… they were worried. “–but not you. I’m sure your father called because he finally realised that you weren’t there anymore.”

   “That explains a few things…” Vert settled on slowly, eventually. His father’s ire, the getaway car with tinted windows, Tork and Nolo’s brawl over something they’d settled already (a distraction!), the tension at the front gate – it all fit snugly into place. This was as much a kidnapping as it was a road trip. It was more surprising, touching in a strange way, realising how many drivers were in on it. Just not him, huh? Though, if Vert was being honest with himself, it was a lot easier to think out here. If they’d told him everything from the start, he might still be stuck in that room. Miserable.

   “If you wanna head back, I’ll do it – just say the word,” Wylde said, gripping the steering wheel tightly in his prosthetic left hand. Oh, how he didn’t want to, but he would – no matter how much the idea of returning Vert to those Silencer creeps really pissed him off. “It was my idea, so I’ll–”

   “We’ll,” Kurt corrected.

   “–deal with your old man. He can’t do nothin’ to me that ain’t already been done worse. We just…”

   “We care about you, Vert. That’s all. It ain’t fair keeping you and not any of us.” Tezla aside. Kadeem aside. Lani chose to stay. Everyone else, though? It just wasn’t right, and the only reason any of them could figure was because he was the Major’s son. It was personal. Wylde ran his mouth to make up for the awkward tension engulfing them. “...sure you’ve heard this enough times already, but I’ve been to prison. Bein’ stuck like that is soul-sucking. Didn’t want that to be you, a’ight?”

   For only a few moments, Kurt’s expression turned pensive. He fixed it.

  “Yeah… thanks, Mark. Kurt.” His decision was a heavy one, but this wouldn’t be the first nor the last time he defied his father’s expectations. So, they might as well make the best of it, and he knew just the thing. Knocking the seat in front of him, Vert wasn’t sorry about this, either. “Though, as long as we’re stopped.. Tag out, I’m driving.”

#Hot Wheels Acceleracers #Acceleracers #Vert Wheeler #Mark Wylde #Kurt Wylde #hi I was lazy and couldn't be bothered to post this here before #since with tumblr I have to go back & manually add all of my italics back in

[hrivetar]

The two small blonds stood side by side. Somehow Aika had caught up in height to Anga and now wherever they went people were mistaking them for twins.

Ara knelt in front of them, smiling. "It's only a few days and you'll have so much fun with your uncle Nolo." He gave them both one more hug and kiss before standing and turning to his brother. "Thanks again Nolo, I promise they're very well behaved." He shot a look over to the pair as he spoke before smiling again at Nolo.

Nolo chuckled seeing the two receiving a look. He recognized the look and knew that he would probably have to follow them and get them out of trouble. It was a look that he had given to his children and that he had seen Ara receive himself. As it was he was just amused by it now, of course worst case he might ask Turu to get involved and help keep an eye on them.

"Oh, I am sure they will. Is there anything I need to remember for while they are here."

#a touch of frost || threads #descendantsoffinwe || anga #descendantsoffinwe || aika

[effervescentdragon]

Finwean headcanons I apparently have

The point of this post is for me not to forget them while I’m writing, so this is gonna be heavily edited in the future, so I gotta invent a tag. Anyways this is for all the fics, except Glorfindel/Curufin verse:

- Galadriel and Caranthir used to fuck around hang out a lot;

- Findis’ amilessë is  Istilórë (wise dreamer);

- Glorfindel is good friends with Nolofinweans, first bcs they’re cool, also bcs Elenwë was his cousin (they’re both Vanyar);

- Elenwë is non-binary;

- Glorfindel is also good friends with Aiko&Ango bcs reasons;

- Celebrimbor&Narvi made the Doors from SA1400 onwards;

- Erestor is Ecthelion’s younger half-brother, born in Arda, Ecthelion was born in Aman;

- Ereinion's daddy is in fact Orodreth son of Angrod, so he’s blonde af and an Arafinwean, don’t @ me;

- Tyelpë and Idril used to play when they were kids; Turgon rly hates the Feanarions but he begrudgingly likes Tyelpe (check with calime’s  counting spreadsheet if this is possible);

- Lalwen was Feanor’s fave sibling, which kinda fucked them over all and a lot, impacting her relationships with Nolo, Findis, and THE OTHER ONE;

- Galadriel almost died on the ice (important for flw7 and that other thing + flesh out Eldalote);

- Galadriel & Gandalf rly love one another, like, purest ever love there is, just happy af, like you&M;

- Erestor stayed with the twins after Fall of Gondolin, went with them w/ kidnap!fam; stayed with Elrond after Elros died, till then he was in Numenor;

- fuck I forgot about Finduilas; FIGURE IT OUT!;

- actually figure out the whole Nargothrond thing, you legit have no hcs about that, and you fucking should;

- Orodreth is a lil bitch;

- Nolo liked Mae, and knew abt him and Finno, but never told them till after reembodimenf;

-Mae was wary of Lalwen when he was kid, bcs she was so like Feanaro, but growing up, she became his fave aunt, and shed burn the world for that kid;

- LALWEN 💖 CIRDAN;

- turgon and mae are both business majors but in opposite directions;

- Finrod is eldritch knowledge like Galadriel, but he doesnt care, she likes lording, well, ladying it over ppl;

- Celeborn&Cìrdan bromance for the ages, LITERALLY;

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#a masterlist of akiras silm headcanons

[ceescedasticity]

I would love to hear more about your Findis plot bunny!!

Okay here goes. This gets increasingly off-the-rails.

Finwë is reasonably attentive with Findis, Nolofinwë, and Irimë when they're children (they're born fairly close together, with Arafinwë a while later).

Fëanáro is not happy about their existence, but he is a grown adult and he makes an effort not to be mean to literal children — he's distant but not openly hostile or disdainful. Mostly he avoids them. (He's a jerk to Indis, but none of the adults want the children to know about it, so they don't.)

All three of them start out idolizing him. Then they grow up and find out he hates them (or hates that they exist). He's not as bad with the girls as he is with the boys, because they're not direct competition, but it's not good.

Findis looks like Indis but with Finwë's coloring. As she grew up this got more obvious and Fëanáro disliked her more.

But it took Findis a while to give up on fixing things. Maybe if she seemed less Vanyarin, less like her mother? More Vanyarin, not competition? Made friends with Nerdanel? Implied solidarity against Vanyarin princes? Poked a little fun at Nolofinwë?

But, no; even if she'd turned on Nolofinwë entirely she was still the child of Indis and Fëanáro couldn't forgive it.

Fine.

But, now that her attention has shifted…

Finwë is also spending a lot of attention on placating Fëanáro.

And he spends time with Nolo and Ara, and dotes on Lalwen even after she grows up, and… Findis feels forgotten.

Okay, perfect princess, starting now.

But as we all know, Finwë is a 'squeaky wheel gets the grease' sort of parent.

Maybe… she's not Noldor enough? Should she pick up more of a craft?

She tries several. More than several. She's all-around competent, but nothing really clicks.

(Findis's skills lie in administration, policy, and logistics.)

All right — what about getting married? Having children?

Findis isn't in love. She's not really interested in love. But she does have a close friend who also isn't really interested in love, and whose father has been harassing him for years to get married, have children, and get into court politics.

He's one of the Aulenduri — makes very fine and detailed metal sculpture.

He goes by the epessë Lávarwë, for the gold flowers he makes that you can practically smell.

The name his father gave him is Aryontamo ("heir-smith") and his father's name is Aratatyo. His father claims straight patrilineal descent from Tata and Tatië, which is also attributed to Finwë but mostly as a polite fiction. His father agreed going to Valinor was a good plan, but is still sulking over not being king.

Lávarwë finds his father mortifying, most of the time, but the man makes a lousy politician and worse demagogue so he's not a threat to anything beyond his family's nerves. But he's hard on those.

On his mother's side he's Anairë's cousin.

It's not so much a marriage of convenience as a marriage of certain purpose.

They're friends. The marriage doesn't get in the way of that. They get closer, and support each other when they need it. The marriage isn't a mistake, even if it doesn't draw Finwë's lasting attention the way she hoped.

Having a child to get Finwë's attention is a mistake.

To Findis's credit she realizes this fairly quickly. Being a daughter Finwë wants is now off the board; all efforts redirected to being the mother little Laurefindel needs.

(He's a blond child of two dark-haired parents; hence the noteworthiness of his hair.)

(Lávarwë's father is horrified by the implication that he might have Minyarin ancestry.)

Findis doesn't do too badly. Laurefindel grows up below the median screwed-up-ness level for Finwë's scions (and far below the mean). He's an adult before anyone tells him his parents had him for the wrong reasons. He's not really thrilled about it when he finds out, though, and starts spending more time with Nolofinwë and Anairë's family.

Lávarwë goes back to the Halls of Aulë.

New goal: Be the daughter Indis needs.

Fëanáro has been getting more difficult, and his rivalry with Nolofinwë has become the most obvious trouble spot. There's no shortage of people taking Nolofinwë's side.

But he's not any better towards Indis than he was before. Indis needs someone who will side with her before Nolofinwë. Findis can do that.

The "daughter Indis needs" period includes the entire adult lives up through the Darkening of most of her nephews and both nieces.

But as things get bad, Indis needs things Findis can't give. Well, that's always been true, but it's getting more obvious.

Findis is in Valmar with Indis when Finwë is killed. She can do nothing.

Findis is in Valmar with Indis when the Noldor rebel.

When she hears the entire rest of the House of Finwë has left (down to the children), she goes back to Tirion alone.

Her reception is a little lukewarm. She wasn't there.

But she's there now.

Lávarwë joins her. Like most of the Aulenduri he stayed faithful.

Arafinwë comes back. The group that comes back with him is equal in size to the group that never left.

Possibly Findis should focus on getting the returners settled, but instead she leaves Lávarwë in charge and rides with Arafinwë as he goes onwards to Taniquetil to beg for pardon. She says she wants to know everything. He tells her what he knows.

Findis waits outside the Ring of Doom, prepared to go in and appeal if the Valar don't offer the pardon they implicitly promised, but they deliver.

They also declare Arafinwë king of the Noldor. Which stings a bit. All right more than a bit. But if the people who never left resent that she was away, she expects those who left and came back would be even harder to win over. And she is not about to have a fight with her baby brother over a title.

Findis and Arafinwë try to put the Noldor together again.

It's a slow process. They're really just treading water for a long time. And what do they have to look forward to?

After Arafinwë and Eärwen start exchanging letters, Findis asks Arafinwë if the two of them might consider having another child, after they're formally reconciled. Something to give the Noldor a future. Arafinwë says absolutely not.

She doesn't push him. She brings up the idea of another child with Lávarwë, instead. He doesn't agree immediately, but he comes around to the idea.

Is this the best possible reason to have a child? No. But they did okay with Laurefindel, and giving hope to the Noldor is more important than getting Finwë's attention anyway.

Calainë Sanastëa has her mother's coloring — Finwë's coloring — and her father's more classically Noldorin face shape. Perfect, for a future deputy and vice-king.

Findis is not thinking about this as replacing people so much as filling vacancies. But it can kinda come across as replacing people.

Arafinwë swallows his objections and his feelings. He doesn't feel like he's in a very good position to gainsay her. And she's not wrong, that the House of Finwë is very short on people right now, and someone has to look forward. He can't let go of the hope of getting his children and brother back, but really that just means they're more in need of a backup — what if he gets in trouble.

Indis does not swallow her objections. She is not willing to write off half her children and all but one of her grandchildren, and she's furious that Findis apparently is.

Findis is hurt that Indis doesn't have faith in her after all that time she spent trying to help her. She doesn't try to explain that that's not what she's doing, just the job needs to be done.

So that's the first problem.

The second problem is weirder.

Míriel Serindë is reembodied, but abides in the house of Vairë. Indis visits her there, from time to time, sometimes for long stretches.

Indis returns to Tirion with a very young girl she introduces as her ward, Elmendien Faniel.

It's a week before anyone works up the nerve to challenge her on it. Who are Elmendien's parents? Why does she look so much like Míriel Serindë? Why does she have Finwë's eye color? What is going on?

Indis explains: A miracle occurred and Míriel returned to life bearing a child. Indis has been helping with her, but the house of Vairë is no place for a child to grow up, so now she has brought her to Tirion. —Her real mother-name is "Fëawestë", but "Faniel" should attract less attention.

Findis is furious.

Is this the ideal Findis was always failing to live up to — Míriel's possible daughter?

Why should Finwë and Míriel get a miracle, when their last miracle led the Noldor to ruin and Finwë let it happen?

How could Indis introduce this confusion at a time like this? Has she no consideration for what Findis and Arafinwë are dealing with, and how much worse a child of Míriel might make it?

(Ohnonononononono, Arafinwë says. He is staying neutral in this.)

Findis invents a cover story:

"Before Finwë left with Fëanáro, Indis the Queen went to plead with him not to forsake her and their children. Finwë pledged again his love for her, and they begot a fifth child. But in the morning despite Indis's pleas Finwë left indeed for a place where she was not welcome. Grieved and fearful, Indis withdrew to her family in Valmar, hoping they might support her through her husband's neglect.

"Alone in Valmar Indis bore her daughter Faniel. She survived the birth, but the child was desperately small and weak, and Finwë would not leave Fëanáro's side. Only years later, near a hundred years after the rising of the Sun, was Faniel strong enough that Indis dared bring her to Tirion, and her remaining children."

That way, Findis says, Faniel can receive the birthright she deserves, they can avoid Míriel complications, and the primary blame for this goes where it belongs: Finwë. Indis is not pleased.

Possibly not coincidentally, Sanastëa gets nicknamed "Emerwen" for "herding people around". She likes the nickname, but Findis is less happy.

Arafinwë still refuses to pick a side.

(The kids need there to be a neutral party.)

Edit to add:

Eärwen and Anairë coming back to Tirion from Alqualondë: ...

Nerdanel when Mahtan shows her Lávarwë's letters: ...

So anyway Faniel is flighty and distractable, very much a spirit of air rather than fire, but suspicions are she'll be brilliant when she actually gets interested in something. Emerwen is excruciatingly responsible and devoted to her studies aaaaaand kinda does want to be in charge of something, she's been trained for it. She doesn't want to like Finrod when he comes back.

#writing babble #Arda etc #the findis thing #a tolkien tag

[x-reader-theater]

An Austenite Affair {2}

Relationship: Javier Peña x Male!Columbian!Reader

Summary: " I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,' said Darcy, 'Of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done… " ~Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Unprotected Sex, Period Typical Homophobia

Word Count: 2779 words

A/N: Hey! Welcome back. I don’t really know what to say except than you for the response on the first chapter! I really appreciate it! If you want to read it on Ao3 you can do so here. Edited by the aboslutely incredible @mystic-writes . Show her some love!

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Chapter 2: Pride and Prejudice 

"I can not fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew I had begun." ~Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen. 

"Carajo a Peña que se siente tan bien," you mutter quietly as you tug on Peña's hair, and you feel his throat vibrate around your dick. Your fingers grip his curly hair tighter as you feel his moustache running along the top of your cock, and you feel the tight coil in your stomach begin to snap. "Oh shit, Peña!" you exclaim, though you do put your fist in your mouth to try and quiet your loud moans you come down his throat. 

You throw your head back against the wall behind you, and you let go of Peña's hair. He stands up and you reach out to grab his dick. He holds your hand and kisses you, and you pull your lips away from his.

"You don't want help?" you ask and he kisses you again. 

"I already helped myself," he says against your lips and you look down between your legs to see Peña's cum splattering the floor between your legs. You laugh and kiss Javier again, and you can taste yourself in his mouth as your tongue brushes against his teeth. 

You grab a dirty cloth from one of the racks that usually houses old documents, but you had put a handful of old towels just for occasions such as this. 

You bend down and wipe the floor of Peña's cum as the man in question pulls up his pants and tucks his shirt back in. You throw the towel back and do the same, and when you go to leave, Peña grabs your wrist. 

You go to kiss him, but he stops you with a hand on your cheek. "Why do you call me Peña?" He asks, and you frown, pulling away slightly. 

"I dunno," you say, looking away from him. "That's your name." 

He grabs your chin lightly and makes you look into his dark brown eyes. "My name is Javier." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Most lovers call me Javi." 

Your eyebrows raise at that and you look at him. "Is that what we are? Lovers? You fuck me in a closet Peña. Once you fuck me in a bed, only then will you be my lover," you say, breaking out of his grasp and leaving the small supply closet at the back of the archives. 

"We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him." ~Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen 

You're sitting at your desk, chatting idly with Peña as someone else walks in. You look up and see someone you've never seen before, someone who looks immediately at Javier and then idly looks at you. 

"Javi, we have to go in fifteen," he says in a distinctly american accent. 

You raise an eyebrow at Peña and say, "¿ Esta tu nueva compañero, Peña?" 

Peña nods. "Si. Si, lo es."

You lean to the side and smirk as you take in the American's appearance and say to Javier, "Dile que tiene un buen culo." 

"What? What's he saying?" The blonde asks but Peña ignores him to glare at you. 

"Él está casado," he says and your smirk widens. 

"¿Eso no me ha detenido antes?" you ask and Peña's eyes narrow. You sigh and mumble as you open your latest book, Pride and Prejudice, "Bloqueador de pollas."

Peña snorts. 

"What! What's so funny?" The American asks and Javier waves him off. 

"Come on. Don't we have somewhere we need to be?" Peña asks and the blonde rolls his eyes. 

"'I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,' said Darcy, 'Of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done…'" You say from behind your book. "Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen." 

You look up at where Peña and the American have stopped to look at you. The blonde huffs out in disbelief as he says, "You can speak English?" 

"Sure I can. I just chose not to,"  you reply, dog-earing your page before setting it down on the desk your feet are still on. 

"So, you wanna tell me what you said before?" He asks and you shrug. 

"This is Colombia. You're gonna have to get used to people talking behind your back, Gringo." 

The American stomps out and Javier looks back at you, an unreadable expression on his face before he follows. You just go back to reading your book. 

"To be found dancing was a certain step towards falling in love." ~Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen. 

You're sitting at one of the only gay bars in Bagotá, drinking an alcohol that was probably watered down so much it couldn't even give you a buzz. But, it was cheap and the men were pretty and it was one of the only places you felt safe in the entire country. Maybe even the entire world. At least for now. 

You know that one day this place will be raided, and everyone in here will be killed. It's why you don't make a habit of coming here that often. Only when you desperately need attention. 

And tonight, you desperately need attention from someone not named Javier Peña. 

You catch eyes with someone across the way. His eyes are too light, and his hair is too dark. He has a moustache, but he also has dark stubble. His clothing is tight and modern, and just wrong. You walk over to him and hold out a hand, your shitty drink forgotten on the bar behind you. He takes it and his hands are soft, not a callus on them. You drag him to the dancefloor and wrap your arms around him as he places his on your waist. 

If you close your eyes, you can pretend his eyes are a dark brown, not a light brown. You can imagine his hair is a curly brown mess atop his head and his moustache is the only thing on his face. You can imagine his clothes being baggy and a decade too old. You pretend the fingers holding onto your waist, that are slipping underneath your shirt, have calluses on them. 

When you open your eyes, you don't see that man. 

You see a man with too dark hair and too light eyes leering down at you. 

When you look behind him however, you see Javier Peña watching you, sipping something brown from a clear glass. 

You smirk and close your eyes again, pressing yourself to the man you're dancing with. You turn the both of you around so your back is to Peña, and you grind against the man, rubbing your hips against his thigh. You pretend the man underneath you is the one who is actually standing behind you. 

You can feel his eyes on your back as you do this, and when you spin yourself and this unknown man around again, you can see Peña glaring from across the way. 

You don't break eye contact, daring him to stop you. 

When you finally do break contact, it's because the man you're grinding against pulls your chin up and kisses you. You don't close your eyes like he does, instead watching Peña from the corner of your eye. 

He gets up out of his seat and starts walking over to the two of you, reaching out, and tapping the unknown man on the shoulder. 

"Oye, deja de besar a mi novio," Peña says and the man stops kissing you, turning around. 

He looks at Peña, then back at you, and asks, "¿Novio? ¿Por qué me nolo dijiste?"

You just shrug and the man let's go of you, rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath, "Increíble. Jodidamente increíble."

Peña takes his place, slipping his arms around your waist, and pulling you close to him. He leans his head against yours, his lips only inches from yours. 

You smirk. "Boyfriend, huh?" 

"Seemed to be the only way to get that asshole off of you," he says with a roll of his eyes. 

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Asshole? I seemed to be enjoying myself, quite a bit…" you press your hips into Peña's thigh and you feel him stiffen as your growing erection presses against it. You lean forward and whisper in his ear, "Though, I won't lie…" you press a kiss to cheek, "I was pretending it was you I was dancing against." 

Javier pulls you away and looks at you in the eye, and you meet his gaze innocently, your eyes wide with a small smile on your face. "I want to fuck you." You raise your eyebrows again but don't interrupt. "In my bed. I want you to be my lover." 

You open your mouth to say something, but you find no words come to your mind. You just lean forward and kiss him. 

"Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces." ~Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen. 

Peña pulls you into his apartment, closing and deadbolting the door behind you, before pushing you up against the door, his hands on your hips, and you lean in, hungrily kissing the man pinning you. You feel his leg move in between yours and you groan quietly into his mouth. You feel the tickle of his moustache on your neck as he moves to kiss along your jaw, and down to your collar. You throw your head back and your fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt. You find your fingers slipping, and unable to undo the buttons. 

"Do you like this shirt?" you mutter against his lips as he grabs your ass. 

He shrugs as he kisses you. "It's fine. Not my favourite." 

You smirk. "Good." 

You grab his shirt and pull it apart, pulling as hard as you can, and buttons fly across the room. Peña gasps against your mouth, but you just continue to kiss him. You let your hands roam his chest and back, and you dig your nails into his back, and drag them down. 

He moans loudly and grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his arousal through his jeans, and you groan into his mouth. 

"Fuck me, Peña," you mutter, and the man against you grabs you by the hips, still kissing you, and drags you down into his room, and throws you on his bed. You fall, sprawling on the bed, and look up at Peña with dark eyes. He's standing over you with his shirt open and a bulge in his pants. Your mouth waters as you eye him up and down, following the trail of hair down his pants. You go to reach up, to touch it, but a hand on your shoulder stops you. You lean back and watch as Peña slowly takes his shirt off, throwing it to the side. You wiggle your hips as he slowly opens his jeans, undoing the button at the top and unzipping the zipper slowly. You bite your lip and groan as he shuffles his pants and underwear down his legs. 

Suddenly, Peña's standing before you, naked, and you want to join him so badly. But, you wait for Peña to straddle you on the bed. 

Unable to restrain yourself, you move your hands up to his hips, running them down his thighs and back up, but not touching his hard cock. He slowly undoes your shirt and pants, and you help to throw your shirt across the room. When he pulls your pants down he raises an eyebrow at your lack of underwear. 

You shrug. "I guess I was hoping." 

Peña smirks and leans down, kissing you slowly but deliberately as he slides your pants down your legs and onto the floor. When they're out of the way, he moves so he's being framed by your legs on either side. He leans down, kissing everywhere but your aching dick. 

You whine as his breath ghosts over it, but he doesn't do anything. He just pulls away. 

"You fucking tease…" you mutter out and Peña chuckles. 

"Do you have anything to…" he doesn't even have to finish the sentence he leaves hanging in the air. You know what he's asking for. 

You reach down and pick up your coat that's on the floor and pull out a bottle of oil, handing it to Peña. He looks at it and shrugs, pouring the thick, viscous liquid into his fingers. He rubs his fingers together and places one at your entrance. You whine at the contact, and he places a hand on your hips to stop them from moving as he traces circles around your hole. 

"Peñ-Peña!" you exclaim, reaching up to dig your fingers into his shoulders. "Just fuck me already!" 

Peña chuckles above you and says, "Paciencia. Tener paciencia."

"Javier Peña if you don't fuck me right now I swear to God I will leave," you say through gritted teeth. 

As if taking the hint, you feel one finger enter you. You gasp and throw your head back, relishing in the feeling of finally being touched somewhere, and now the feeling of Peña's lips on your neck. A second finger enters and your back arches up. You move your hands to Peña's shoulder blades, and your nails dig in there as well. 

You can feel Peña moving his fingers in and out of you, opening up your entrance wider, and kissing your neck, cheek, lips. His fingers hook up and stars pass through your vision. You have to close your eyes and stuff a fist into your mouth to keep you from screaming. 

"¡Santo cielo que se siente tan bien no pares!" You practically shout from behind your knuckles. 

Finally, he pulls his fingers out and squirts more oil into his hands. You watch as he slicks up his cock, before lining himself up with your hole. After a few moments, he slowly pushes in, and you have to force yourself not to squirm. 

"Fuck," Peña mutters into your ear as he pushes himself all the way in, his hips against your ass. 

You squeeze his shoulders, moaning quietly, silently asking for him to move, and as if he understands, he starts to push in and out of you, slowly picking up pace as he gains better control over his movements. 

The slap of his hips against your ass fills the room as he pounds into you, the only other sounds being yours and Peña's panting. 

You can feel yourself getting close, his cock brushing your prostate over and over again, having found that perfect angle, and your shoulders rise from the bed as you try and press as much of yourself to Peña as you can. 

"Ah-ah Peña, I'm close," you say, and you can feel him nod. "Oh, fuck, Javi!" 

As you shout his name, you feel yourself let go, and a rush of pleasure washes over you. You feel cum splatter on your stomach and your hole tighten around Javi's cock. 

At hearing you shout his name, and your entrance closing around him, he comes with a shout, burying his head in your neck as he fills you. 

The two of you lie there, panting, Javi leaning over you, just looking at each other. 

You let out a breathless laugh and say with a smile, "Holy fucking shit." 

Javi laughs and nods. "Yeah. Wow." 

"I think that was some of the best sex I've ever had," you say. 

Javi raises an eyebrow. "You think?" 

You laugh and hit him on the shoulder. He joins you in your laugh as he pulls out. You lean up and kiss him slowly, but he breaks away, going to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean you both up. 

He throws it onto the floor and joins you in the bed. 

He pulls you to his chest and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. You lay a hand on his chest and place your head in the crook of his neck. 

"So, does this mean I'm your lover?" Javi asks as he lights up a cigarette that seems to have come from nowhere. 

You snort and look up at him. "After what you just did tonight?" you ask. "Fuck yeah."

"Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last." ~Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

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[ajlatomljanovics]

For @manyarel‘s birthday, even though this is very late. Oops! Sorry.

Tyelko was not happy. He was bored. Nobody would play with him. Maitimo was reading. Again. Makalaure was composing another song for the object of his affections. At this point, Tyelko probably knew more about the girl then her neighbours probably did. Moryo was apparently to young to play rough with as well. (Tyelko learned about that the hard way.) Atar was working on a project and Amme was pregnant. (Tyelko secretly hopes that the baby would be a girl.) With no one to play with, Tyelko thinks he would die of boredom. 

...

“Can we go down to the river today?” 

“Not now Tyelko, I’m writing a song about Calisilme,” Makalaure replied distractedly.

“But you’ve already written about her a million times already, and you haven’t even talked to her!” Tyelko whined.

“Hush you. Maybe you could go to the river yourself”

“Fine.”

... 

Now, Tyelko has many admirable qualities, if he does say so himself, but playing quietly by himself wasn’t one of them. Walking along the river’s edge, Tyelko couldn’t help but spy a figure on the horizon, walking his way. A figure that looked a lot like Uncle Nolofinwe. Then, Tyelko had an idea.

The said idea involves a certain someone heading this way. A certain uncle whom his Atar wasn’t particularly fond of. (To be honest, his Atar wasn’t fond of either of his uncles.) Uncle Nolofinwe was dressed awfully nice today It would be a shame if anything happened to his clothes. And it’s a rather warm day today, perfect for a swim. Tyelko would be lying if he said that he was most definitely not going to prank him. It’s time to get dirty.

...

Nolofinwe sighed. It was a big day today. He was going to take the kids to Anaire’s parents place for dinner whilst he was going to surprise her with a quiet dinner alone in a fancy restaurant for once. He wanted to make this night as perfect as possible. 

After much planning, he decided to take a walk by the river to clear his mind, after all, it was a beautiful day today. 

Ten minutes later, he thought he could see a little figure in the distance. A figure that suspiciously looked like his eldest brother’s second youngest son (so far). Looking again, he saw nothing. I must be seeing things he thought. Either that, or I’m going mad. Nolofinwe was puzzled. He was so puzzled that he didn’t realise that he was now exactly where he thought he saw Tyelkormo was.

Suddenly, he felt a shove and then he was in the water. He could also hear laughing. Nolofinwe then saw the source of the laughing and found that it was Feanaro’s blond kid. Oh he was in for it. 

...

Tyelko didn’t realise that his prank would work this well. He thought that his hiding place amongst the bushes near the river would be found out immediately, but apparently not. After pushing him in the river, Tyelko laughed like the horrible child he is. 

“You should have seen the look on your face uncle. It was hilarious!” Tyelko gloated gleefully.

Uncle Nolofinwe only made strangled gurgling noises in response. 

...

Nolofinwe was so getting this kid back. 

“Please help me out,” He begged. Normally, he wouldn’t beg, and not to one of Feanaro’s brats, but drastic times call for drastic measures. Also, he really wanted revenge. 

“Ok. Whatever his highness wants,” Tyelko mocked. He then offered his hand down to the soaking prince. Nolofinwe then pulled him in. Never let it be said that Prince Nolofinwe was above childish pettiness.

...

“AARGH!” Tyelko yelled was being pulled in. Now he was in the river and soaking wet. 

“What was that for?”

“Oh you sweet summer child, that was for pushing me in,” Uncle Nolofinwe replied, with a smirk on his face. 

Getting out of the river, Tyelko yelled:

“I bet you can’t catch me, you slowpoke!”

“We’ll see about that!” Uncle Nolo replied as he too, got out of the river. 

...

After running for a while, Tyelko slowed down. Where was he? Suddenly, he felt himself going airborne. 

“I’ve got you now. Let’s see what your parents have to say.”

After hearing that, Tyelko knew he was doomed. 

...

Nolofinwe knocked on his brother’s door. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a disgruntled Feanaro.

“Why are you wet and what do you want?”

“Your son pushed me in the river! That’s why I’m wet!” Nolofinwe replied. 

“Tyelko, is this true?” Feanaro asked.

“Yes,” The child replied.

“Then well done my boy!” Feanaro said exuberantly. 

“That’s what you have to say to him?!” Nolofinwe said shocked.

To be honest, Nolofinwe should have been less shocked, after all, this was Feanaro he was talking about. 

“Well I’ll be off now-”

“Please” Feanaro interrupted.

“And please keep an eye on this problematic child.”

“No promises,” Feanaro replied, with a glint in his eye. That did not look promising. 

Heading off, Nolofinwe thought about getting locks on the windows of his house, just in case. 

...

“Let’s get you dry now,” Feanaro said to his son.

As Tyelko headed off to get dry, Feanaro thought about all the ways he could prank his brothers with Tyelko. Truly, he was the most blessed elf in all of Aman, with a beautiful and strong wife and the best kids anyone could ask for. 

#sorry i'm late #here's your fic #i know you asked for feanorian fluff but fingolfin was adamant to be in this #and this is what happened #celegorm #fingolfin #maglor #maedhros #caranthir #feanor #anaire #i hope you enjoy it

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⁂ Moving Metal #1: Highway 35

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Comedy, Friendship ☁

Word Count: 1,728 ☁

Pairing: ?? ☁

World: Acceleracers ☁

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I stared at the passing scenery of the coast road, mouthing the lyrics to the song filling my right ear. The left was empty in case Taro had something to say. It wasn’t very likely, seeing as he’s the quiet type. I’d rather not take my chances though – the last time I listened to music and he tried to talk to me, he got so annoyed that he broke my music player. Getting him to buy me a new one took a lot of convincing and even took getting our leader involved to guilt him into doing it. Thank you, Tork!

I glanced over at Taro before moving my eyes to his window. From the way he was driving, the view of the ocean was on his side of the car while I got to stare at a large rock formation. I offered to drive just for that reason, but Taro isn’t too keen on letting other people drive his car. Or sit on it. Or touch it in general, really.

My eyes shifted to the side mirror where Monkey’s car, Rolling Thunder, was close behind us. A few feet behind him was our infamous leader, Tork. He’s the king of the show tonight, taking on the leader of our rivals, the Teku. To be honest, no matter who wins, it’s not going to take away the anger Nolo has for our leader. Long story short, Tork raced Nolo’s older brother a while back. Nolo’s brother got cocky and made a mistake. The price? His life.

Ever since then, Tork has been hiding feelings of guilt and doubt. On the other hand, Nolo goes out of his way to show his hatred for Tork. Kinda pisses me off, but I’m always told to stay out of it.

“Hey,” Taro smacked my arm. “Turn that off, we’re almost there.”

A small patch of land stretched out from the road, overlooking the water. All of the Teku drivers were there, waiting for us to arrive. Well, I assume they’re waiting, though it seems more like they’re having a party.

With a scowl, I shove my music player into the pocket of my hoodie just as Taro comes to a stop on the side of the road, Monkey right behind. As we stepped out of his car, it became apparent that there was some serious tension between Nolo and one of his members, Vert.

Despite being on the rival team, I was actually pretty cool with Vert. Taro would never admit it nor act like it, but he also has nothing against the blonde teen.

“Hey! Are you Teku here to race, or to fight?” Taro called. It was soon followed by the screeching of tires as Tork made his entrance. Nolo’s attention immediately went to him. Even if I didn’t know about the rivalry, the head-turning really wouldn’t surprise me.

The Metal Maniacs are full of huge, burly guys with the exception of myself – since I’m a chick – and Monkey – since he’s a twig. However, Tork is the largest of the group. When I first met him, I actually thought he was going to kill me.

He stepped out of the car and the two leaders stared each other down. It was pretty typical, really. I moved to sit on the hood of Taro’s Road Runner, checking my watch for the time. I knew that Mark had to be on his way up here even though we made sure that no one told him about the race tonight. It’s not that he’s a bad driver or that we hate him, it’s just…

Well, to put it simply, Mark is a lot like Nolo. He has a grudge that he won’t let go and it fuels him to make bad decisions. Plus Mark is like a wild lion, there’s no taming him OR telling him what to do. He just won’t listen to reason.

After a few more minutes passed, Taro shooed me off his car and the two leaders lined up to begin the race. Monkey had a light device to let them know when to start and he was also in charge of making sure the road was clear of pedestrian drivers. Street racing is always fun, but when you add civilians to the mix… well, it can get pretty messy.

A car zoomed past Monkey at break-neck speed, squealing to a stop between Nolo’s car and Tork’s. Mark had arrived and he was pissed.

“Why didn’t you tell me we were taking on the Teku?”

Tork didn’t spare him a glance, used to the younger man’s antics. “Me against Nolo. That’s how we handle it.” He moved his car forward, but that didn’t stop Mark from yelling after him.

“I want ‘em, Tork, I want ’em all! You knew that from the start!”

I sighed, shoving my hands into my pockets. “You know he’s gonna cause a problem, right?”

Taro didn’t respond, so I sighed again and headed over to where Vert was leaning against his own car, the Deora II. The other Teku glared at me as I came closer and I could feel Taro staring at my back. He didn’t approve of my friendliness with Vert for obvious reasons, but he never said anything about it, either.

I could tell Vert was annoyed that he wasn’t the one racing, but he offered me a smile anyway. I leaned next to him close to the road and threw him a grin. “So, who’s gonna win?”

He held back a grin of his own. “The Teku for sure.”

“Hmm, I dunno. Tork’s pretty good. Plus – ” I paused, staring at Mark sitting in his Spinebuster. “ – I don’t think this race will end how anyone expects it will.”

He looked at me questioningly but was quickly distracted when the race finally began.

Just as predicted, Mark swung his car around and took off after them. Taro yelled his name but it was swallowed by the sound of roaring engines and squealing tires echoing off the rocks. I caught his eye and he shook his head, climbing into his vehicle.

I patted Vert’s shoulder. “You might wanna follow.”

Again, he sent me a questioning look but didn’t say anything as I ran back to Taro, climbing into the passenger seat as the engine roared to life. Monkey and the other Teku followed suit, sensing that something wasn’t right.

We reached the site of the crash fairly quickly. Nolo’s car was sitting on top of some rocks, while Tork’s was half on the guardrail and half on the road. Seeing the guardrail broken a ways down, I rushed after Monkey to the side of the cliff to see Mark’s car dangling from his grappling hook that was embedded in the rock.

“Wylde’s okay!” Monkey announced. “He’s cranking back up.”

I sighed in relief but stopped short when I finally noticed the small floating machine in the middle of the road. I guessed it was the cause for Mark crashing… but what in the world even is it?

Kurt and Vert approached it. Vert addressed it. “What are you doing here?”

“Dr. Tezla needs you.” It spoke.

“Oh really? What about after the World Race when we needed him to give us more Nitrox? He wouldn’t even talk to us!” Kurt sounded like a druggie that had gone too long without his fix. I found myself rolling my eyes before I even realized it.

Huh, maybe Mark’s hatred for his big brother is rubbing off on me.

“Dr. Tezla needed all the fuel for his research.” It spoke again.

“Well we wanted to go through the portals again – ” Vert didn’t sound angry like his teammate, just disappointed. “ – and race in Highway 35.”

I wasn’t around back then, but Taro and Mark had each told me stories about the infamous World Race on Highway 35. Apparently, it’s a race track in another dimension or something and this Tezla guy offered 35 racers a crap ton of money to get the wheel of power found at the end of the track. The story gets kinda fuzzy from there. Something about an evil woman, a spy, and robots built to race? I don’t know. I kinda dozed off during their recollection of the events past.

“No one can go through the portals now.” It explained. “Gelorum and her racing drones have taken the wheel of power.”

I stared at the thing blankly, not even blinking. Huh, so they were telling the truth. And here I thought they were just insane, or in Taro’s case, had too much to drink. I guess I owe them an apology… too bad Metal Maniacs don’t apologize. Ever.

Monkey, who stood on Taro’s left, moved closer. “Hey, Taro, What’s this wheel of power business? What does it mean?”

“Trouble,” Was all he said as he headed back to his car, motioning for me to follow. Since it’s always easier just to do as he says rather than not, I followed silently, sending glances over my shoulder as the woman from Teku started to talk to it. I was too far away by now to hear what was being said between them, but I was close enough to see Nolo throw a hissy fit.

“Give me a car!” He limped toward Kurt and Vert. “I want to finish this thing tonight!”

“There’s something we have to do, Nolo.” Vert sounded annoyed now, and honestly, who can blame him? Just look at his teammates, okay.

“What’s he talking about?!” Nolo screamed. I fought the urge to cringe. God, this kid is annoying. “Nothing’s more important than the Teku!”

“This is.” Kurt insisted, and with that, the Teku took off, leaving their leader in the middle of the road screaming his lungs out.

“Hey, Taro.” Monkey ran up to us as we made our way to the car. “You know this Tezla dude. Wylde told me he paid like millions of dollars to some of his drivers.”

Damn, do you know how much soda and anime I could buy with millions of dollars? Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

Taro looked at him in disbelief. “You’re coming?”

“You think Tork would mind?” Monkey and I both looked at our leader who was punching his hood repeatedly and growling in frustration. We shared a look before scurrying after Taro. “Hey! Wait up, Taro!”

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[djinmer4]

Darkness

“What do you think you’re doing?”  Findis whipped around, startled by the cold voice.

“Ara!”  Her baby brother had returned!  She flew to embrace him, but he didn’t react, instead staring as her mother’s servants gathered their things and loaded the wagons.  Arafinwe ignored her, staring at Indis.  Findis had never seen that expression on his face before, eyes narrowed and jaw tight with tension.  But it was not unfamiliar, to her surprise, she’d seen it on Feanaro whenever he’d made the effort to be civil to their mother.

“We’re leaving for Taniquetil,” Indis’s voice, usually confident and loud enough to be heard across parade grounds was soft and wavering, weakened by her grief.

“You’re leaving?”

“Your father is dead, Ara.  I can’t-” she stopped and drew a shaky breath.  “I need time to process everything.  I’m returning to Ingwe’s palace to mourn.”

For a moment, there was no sound, other than the bustle of the servants around them.

“Feanaro was right about you.”

The Queen and her daughter reeled back as if they had been struck.  “Hanno, what are you saying.”

“Father is dead.  The King is dead.  And instead of stepping up to help lead the Noldor, you’re running back to Taniquetil as soon as things get difficult for you!”  The volume of her younger brother’s voice rose with each sentence.

“I am not the leader of the Noldor.  Curufinwe is dragging the Noldor into folly-”

“Not all the Noldor!”  Findis was stunned.  Her younger brother never raised his voice.  “There are Eldar in the city who chose not to follow the King back to Aman.  There are people who have turned back to follow the wishes of the Valar.  You lost a husband but, all these people lost a King!  They are scared and confused and they’re looking for someone to guide them in the Dark.  And instead of stepping up to do your duty, you’re abandoning them!”

It was completely silent.  Findis realized that everyone had stopped packing to stare at her brother and their mother.  She almost thought she was back in the Grand Hall, watching her eldest brother hold a sword to Nolo’s throat.

“I’m sorry, Ara.  But I can’t.  I feel like I can’t even think right now.  I can’t help myself, let alone anyone else like this.”

“Coward.”  Before she could upbraid her brother, Findis found herself the focus of those laser-like blue eyes.  “And what’s your excuse for running away?”

“I,um, I,” the sneer on the blond’s lips firmed up her conviction.  “We have a duty not only to the Noldor, hanno.  Our amil is grieving and since the rest of you were gone, someone had to support her.”

“Our duty comes to our people first, our family after.”

“Tell that to Feanaro, who’s leading nine out of every ten of us in a war of vengeance against a Valar!  Does he really think he can win this fight!”  

“At least he’s doing something!  That’s more than what the Valar are doing!”

“He’s going to get everyone killed to sate his pride!”  To her surprise, Findis found that she was breathing hard too.  She looked around and no one would meet her eyes.  Behind her, Indis had crumpled into the arms of one of her handmaidens.  The elleth took a deep breath and held it.  Someone had to stay sane here, and it was clearly not going to be her younger brother.  In a deliberately even voice, she stated, “We’re going.  None of this has been good for our mother.  Since you’re so adamant about this, you can stay and rule the Noldor remnant.”

“Fine,” Arafinwe’s voice was just as steady as her own and as cold as the Helcaraxe.  “But let me warn you.  You can leave the palace grounds and still change your mind to come back and help me lead our people.  But if you leave Tirion, then don’t come back.  The moment you step outside the city, you’re banished from Noldor lands, with your only grace period the length of time it takes you to get to the Vanyar.  Is that understood?”

“Fine,” spat Findis.  “I hope your happy, Arafinwe.  With this act, you guarantee you’ll never see any of your family again.  Not your parents, not your siblings, not your wife, not even your children.”  She turned and assisted her mother in the carriage.  Once they were fully loaded, she whipped up the horses into a fast trot, never looking back to the place that had been her home.

#silmarillion #the darkening of valinor #findis #indis #arafinwe #they're both wrong #but both have points

[af-answers]

The Duel

Orion had the decency to be nervous as he walked onto the Quidditch green, his index finger curling and uncurling around his new wand. He’d carved a new one to accommodate the Danger Digit (the name he used for the rigor mortised finger) and to allow copper wires to be threaded through, running up his sleeve and attaching to the tazer hidden in his pocket. Once the tazer was activated, the current would pass through the hastily insulated wire to the tip. The wire inhibited his movement, but the finger had to be pointed at its target, and there wasn’t enough room in the wand for both without making it conspicuously long.

“Just remember,” Artemis said, standing at his wall-length window into the world, “you can only use the taser at the end of the duel, as it will mostly likely cause the wand to catch fire.”

“I’ll put that on my long list of things to remember,” Orion growled.

“Remember what?” Hermione asked. The three Gryffindors had come to the duel to cheer him on, with Ron to act as his second.

“Oh nothing,” he said with his dazzling smile. “I’m running through the spells you taught me.”

“They go like this,” she said, counting them off on her fingers. “Expelliarmus for disarming, Accio for retrieving, Petrificus Totalus for paralyzing—“

“And Slugulus Eructo,” Ron cut in. “Use that one on him. Please. It’d be a riot!”

“Petrificus Totalus,” Orion repeated, ignoring Ron’s yelp when Hermione pinched him on the arm. “Got it.”

Most of the students on free period had come to the Quidditch field to watch the match, which included all of the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. They threw insults at each other across the field as if they both had a stake in the match, even though the two dueling were both technically Slytherin.

Draco waited in the center with his second and Professor Flitwick, who would referee the match.

“So you showed,” Draco said, disappointment evident in his voice. He corrected his mood, smiling in a way that crinkled his nose. “It’ll be all the more satisfying to humiliate you in person.”

Orion didn’t have a comeback. Artemis was better at those. He was more adept at combat, he reminded himself as the professor went over the rules.

“Stand apart from each other, bow, and then I’ll count you off. You can begin on three. The first wizard to subdue their opponent wins. Subdue, Mr. Malfoy,” he said, wagging a knobby finger at the grinning boy. Orion’s eyebrows furrowed. So it was like that, was it? He’d felt bad about cheating, but not anymore. This foe was a proper villain, and a hero won against a villain no matter what.

Orion and Draco walked opposite directions from each other and turned at fifteen paces.

“One!” Professor Flitwick’s high voice echoed across the field. The audience in the stands quieted.

Orion shook out his shoulders, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart. Draco crouched, one leg stretched forward and the other bowed behind, his wand hanging loosely in his hand.

“Two!”

Orion took his wand from his pocket and repeated the paralyzation spell over and over in his mind. Draco flicked his wand into a waiting position and rocked back on his heel. Predatory. Confident. 

“Three!”

Orion’s wand arm shot up and he willed the Danger Digit to do its work as he yelled, “Petrificus Totalus!“ 

“Expelliarmus!” Draco yelled at the same time. Then, “Incarcerous!”

The wand flew from Orion’s hand, and he gritted his teeth as the copper wire snapped against his skin. He lurched to chase his lost weapon, only to realize he couldn’t move his legs. Ropes appeared out of nothing to slither up his lower half to his torso, lassoing his arms to his chest as he fell to the ground.

This was it. And so quickly, too.

He heard a muffled yelp and a thud from Draco’s side of the field before the audience erupted into a confused mishmash of whoops and roars. Orion craned his neck, and was surprised to see Draco collapsed as well, his body crumpled up into angles all the way to his clawed fingers.

So the Danger Digit had worked, then.

“You don’t have much time.”

Orion heeded Artemis’s advice, contorting his arms as his eyes searched for a knot to use one of Butler’s 124 untying techniques on. Artemis knew more about untying than Butler, as he was usually the one tied up, but Orion didn’t have the time to access those memories at the moment. Bafflingly, these ropes didn’t seem to be tied, but where holding him tight of their own accord. Or rather, of Draco’s accord.

Speaking of Draco, his body was starting to relax, his locked jaw slackening and his arms going limp. After such a quick and extreme convulsion of all the muscles in his body, he shook as he struggled to his feet. But he did stand. Picking up his wand from where he dropped it, the blond boy limped over to his prone opponent, raising his wand.

“Very good, Draco, efficiently done,” Professor Flitwick nodded, toddling over from where he’d been observing a safe distance away. “Now release Mr. Fowl.”

Draco’s face contorted, but Orion couldn’t tell if it was a scowl or a wince, or left over from the rigor mortis curse. He didn’t lower his wand.

“Sectum—“

Orion didn’t need Artemis to yell “Slicing spell!” to know what it the word meant. Very few memories pervaded both of their personalities: Holly was one, Latin was another.

“Nolo!” he yelled, desperately, shutting his eyes against the inevitable pain. A wave of blue energy erupted from him, starting around his torso and radiating outward. It tore at his clothes, vaporized the ropes around him, and knocked Draco and the professor away.

Artemis froze, his rapid train of thought halting so suddenly he almost gave himself whiplash. Was that what he thought it was? And if so, what did this all mean? Hadn’t he tried to perform the Ritual before coming to the school? And hadn’t it not worked? Then why…?

While his other half puzzled, Orion scrambled to his feet and stretched, not noticing the bleachers of students stunned into confused whispers. He hadn’t felt this good in ages. He leveled his gaze on Draco, who army-crawled over to his banished wand, looking over his shoulder at the raven-haired youth with bald fear.

On a whim, Orion flicked his hand at the wand.

Nothing.

Maybe— “Accio,” he said. The wand whizzed into his hand like they were opposing poles of a magnet. It buzzed for a moment, then faded into stillness, as if acclimatizing to his grip.

The stadium erupted. Hermione, Ron, and Harry sprinted over, Harry with his own wand in his hand. He’d been ready to disarm Draco before Orion had set off the magic bomb.

“Performing magic without a wand, I’ve never seen anything like it!” Harry said, clapping him on the back.

“How did you do that?” Ron yelled over the roaring students.

Orion blinked at him. Even Artemis was silent now, not offering any explanation. “I— I don’t know.”

Professor Flitwick bustled over and yanked the wand out of his hand. “What have you done, young man? How did you do it? How did you cheat?”

“I didn’t!” Orion said, crossing him arms. “At least— I won at the last all on my own.”

“No one is able to use magic without a wand, no one.” The professor said, wagging the wand in his face.

“But Orion is from the Americas,” Hermione pointed out. (Orion had an Irish accent, but he’d explained that his side of “Arthur’s” personality was an Irish knight.) “Wands weren’t used in the Americas until the Europeans settled there and the Ilvermorny school was established.” She bit her lip when Flitwick fixed his sharp gaze on her. “It could be— more natural for them there.”

“Besides,” Ron cut in, “all forms of magic are legal in a duel. And whatever he did out there, it was magic for sure.”

The professor scowled at Ron, then at the wand he held, then at Orion. “I can’t solve this here, not with all this racket! Come with me,” he stomped back toward Hogwarts. “We’re taking this up with Headmaster Dumbledore.”

#artemis fowl #orion fowl #wizard duel #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #hogwarts au #draco malfoy #oh snap

[silmarillionno]

Fingolfin and Hador

Concept: Nolo is a very bad artist, but is triying to draw Hador naked, with the dragon -helm on his blond curls.

#my otp #fingolfinxhador #hador lorindol #fingolfin #silmarillion

[1mrhyde]

rpg au!

setting and world:ok here we go this time rpg au will be in a world we ra nature rule than tech nolo gy(i eman even more than what it shows in theseries ike for example instead of brieges made of stone are bridges that are atually really big roots )welp nothe less this time is different at differnt of the shiny rod chosing its owner its waiting or its owner you see the shiny rod dissapeared long ago after certain ncident happend you see chariot in this au is a arch magicina animist that alongside the shiny rod cretaes amzing speel related to nature animals an dteh enviroment due that she feels that nature itself is magical and its the living prro thta life is wonderful since ths world is more connected to nartue itsel chariot was more famous and known than the series itself sh eapears on cristall balls magic scrolls and by visions spells but not everyone was happy with he rfriend the alchemist artificer croix she didnt get why caring a lot for nature you see everytime that humanity wanted to advance technolgically the magic creatures (and persons) were agains it and destroys every possible way to happen and nature was the wwinner croix wantng to humanity to advanced decide to sabotaged chariot show just that this time by making invocations hex and use of alchemist it doe not work until she accidnetally makes a final speel conving a invocation with a hex fuelled with negative power make a invctaion of a poweful demon known as noir he begins consuming everyone living foce and then invocate portals to use it minnions to attck near towns villages and everithing thta have a himan being (oh yeah by using his influence to affec evryon that see the show)the demon touches a certain blonde woman and her duaghter scream and telling him to stop another girl use minii fireworks to help the moter and said to the blonde gril get down and use the firework saving th blonde girla nd her mother bu then variou demons suround her the mtoher hugging th two girls while tryin to prtoect them suddeny a rar of light destroys the demon it was chariot she begins destroying the demons and finally fattaly hurts their leader and hides away in the darkness succesfully saving everyone and tis time not losing the shiny rod by her fut!....but rather croix fault the great grandmother mother eatrh spirit known as yggdrassil congratuates her by her efforts but also says that she will punish croix by her insolence with her life chariot angry with her friend but not the enought f wanting her death decides to give her right of the shiny rod to save her yggdrassil ws surprised by it so sehd ecides to et croix to live and givin gher new possition s great mage and giving her a magnificent wand but croix was cursed to become souless tree creature to wander the earth and she will return to normal wehn she lerns all her wrodoings croix was angry of this ot happpen and curse chariot of ever meeting ther and vanish with a fog speell and dispears and yggdrasil dissapears after teeling to chariot to be herself and tech toher her way of livng then a excited brown haire girl goes were chariot and aks her to be her teacher she wa shappy of her new role as a teacher she wanted to ask tot he blond girl but t she and her mother dissapeared and so the shiny rod was lost in some forest waiting for the right person to use it since that day akko and chariot trained tgether since they met growning closer lik mother nd daughter (this time chariot was still havingg her happy youg self an de xpand it in her adult years) so one day akko would be stroung enought to reclaim it !

the guild:but this world is also dagerous full of traps monsters ceature and demons and bad peope her quest wont be easy so she alone cnat do it she ask chariot to help her but she says she mist find croix after so many yeras of dissapearing so sh says no with no worringly so since her favorite teacher cnat help her she decides to go alone (akko is warrior class) but she fails a lot and gets hurt badly a ot so she decides to make a guld "the shiny stars of the stars " nd goes to near villages towns and unnown parts to creta eher guild an dready for advetures!

croix role:ok here we go youse tehre is no only human here they are held dwarfes goblins orcs and many more and her es teh thing croix cursed staet was quite known in the upper world that everyone hates her for ibertaing the demon and her minnion smaking destrution so she live in under world shee befriend the dwarfes and she teach ehr o her technlogy sloly becaems a expert on their technology so much that combining their technology and speels croix mangae to almost recover her normal state her taent in the manafucture wa sso impriseive tht she cerates a company in th e sahdows and became a powrful an dinfluecing as always so she wants to ue taht power tot ke over the world adn reclim the shiny rod detriy ygddrasi an dthe 9nwitches and having he revnege aginst chariot! but she can do ti alone she comands the dwarfes and other underwod inhabitant to capture els human orcs devils...and noir minnions she experiment on them braiwashing them and modifying them with mechanical parts and comand them to make chaos and destruction around the world while in the upper world she uses a more human disguise in order to make del wihth nobe families and trick them to help her growimg empire in military na d fianncial way but her destruction dersoy million o life by eefct

diana the elf princess:diana is a elf princees that in he ryounger years was curious of the outside world so she and her mother goe to a a certain show and bad things happen a monster grabs her other making her screm and her veins infected by the touch of the devil was screaming a nd pleading somebody save her she was cryong an dbeging soebody to help he rmother then suddenly se hears a voice telling her get down launching fireworks to the monster svaing her seeing whowas her shinig prince was surprised to see that was a young brown haired girl and she gets coser to dian and asks her are you ok? she then says shyli "y-yes.." andhelp her mother with the help of the girl she sks he rduring all tht chaous "whoa re you ?" "oh youa re asking my name welp my name is akatsu akatsuragi but i preffer "akko"! dian says with shiny eyes "akko" then akko notices something on the girls it was fire she stops the fire but see diana ears and sh ask are youa elf? yess "awesome ""really?" before they continut heri conversation the monster was going to kill them chariot saves them adter what happens akko dcide to go where chariot was and tells dian to go wtih her dian amzed was going to followe her but sudeenly when akko turns to se chariot some elf guardians grab her an he rother an say that they cat and dian abegs to be with akko that seh is the princess that she can do what she wants but before she begins a agrument with the guard bernadette stops and tells to ehr hat she cn met ako...later she sadly agress to her request after seeing who hurt she was so they telported before akko culd notice it and aks where she went then the next day dian wanders the fores thing whta happened losin i her thouhts she hears soemoen greeting ehr itw as akko she was hesttitant at first but go where she was and decide to spend the dya with her akko telling of chariot and her magic while daian say about her mother and elve magic and soemtimes they train wat hey learnt diana also said thats i dangerous for her to be utside since she is aelf akko asks why she is spending time with her diana says becaus eh trust her she beives tha she is not harm that she can be friends with r akko is grateful for it so they spend thei time toether in far parts fo the forests during the afternoon until night they spend their togethr during years diana become a great elven mage astrolonger an akko a great warrio captain when they became teenager thanks by akko dian could be better an dhandle her mothe rdepature btter akko became open minded of magic and people and became great friends with diana bu their together shortendian became the actual queen of her pple and akko begins traing hand to hand combat with chariot once akko decde to amke guild sh tells to dian and she says thats a stupid idea akko get angry of it but diana tells her why the hel does she need the shiny rod if she by herslef can make great things to happen akko wa sblushing by dian saying suh silly thing but she says that shee need the shny rod if she wnats to get rid of the demon onc eand for all and that cna also make mircales dina sti thinking be stup thing but anyway supports akko akkow as happy to hear that that ask dian to join her gud dian says that i she could do it she would joint it but she cnat due of her repsonsibilieties and that she must return to the kingdom imeedtaly but before that diana wnat to ask something to akko but she wnated to say it in the night and akko confused she agrees so she oes going to another near own with her good lucky self while dian sees while smilng from afar her dumb friend during the night dian with a fancy dress waits for kko for a loooong while she gets worr thinking that akko was not interetsed in their conversation until one of eh rguardinas tell her that akko was in the near hot sring relaxings after sufferin lots oof damage dina use telpeortation magic where she i with exreme worry oh knowng wat happend to akko she explains she tries to recruit memeber sfor her guild in a bar wth the most dangerous ruthless people ver known diann samks her at ther head ansd tells her not to do somehtng foolish like taht ever gain akko says she promises (while crossing her fingrs) and dian lets her rest but herr woorry grow stronge revry inch away form akko so she decides to train in combat steat archery and difffenet kindof self defense to help he rand dres sherself like a ninja (you know like zelda and sheik)sowhen she finsh he rtraining she will help akko while using another identfy to hlp eh rgather the shiny rod by 2 reasons 1.to help akko of dying 2. to discver the secets o the shiny rod nd becam e the scond meber of the guild oh and asks her assitnts hannah and barabra to comand the elven ingdom while she is away

amanda and her mercenary gang:ok here we go remeber in the other au thta conz works with croix to help he rthis time is backwards she wnat to destroy her you see this time the whole grren team wher echildhood frinds sine the noir demon left them the 3 of them withouth parents conz was scard nd jams was traumatized and amanda became their leader ate early yers she save both conz and jams form the demon attacks and she promise to them no matte rwhat happens he woun abbandon tem and will make the one responsible to pay for what she have done so the trhee od them gos to adventure togenther jamnska is a berser axe wileder conz is creatonist hammer wileder and manada an rogue with doule blade together they create a fearsome tro that goes to dangerus adventure earn lots of gold and got to amainzg adventures they were relaxing on a bar thinking what to do next until a idiotic girl ask he rif they join wither on he rguild

species: oh yeah croix is hald wood creature tecnology hybried jams is part giant conz is a tecno magician dwarfe and manda is fae (fairy that likes to make michieves)

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More Time Travel Snippets (I should be sleeping)

“I have to go.”

“No, you shouldn’t.”

“You don’t understand.  This is all my fault.  If I hadn’t listened to Makalaure, I would have gone instead and-”

“Then Morgoth would have the High King of the Noldor, not just his lesser half-cousin.  It’s better this way.”  Maitimo stopped packing and glared at Tyelko.

“Don’t you care?!?  Findekano’s probably dead right now-”

“That’s actually the better option.”  The redhead dropped everything, and raised a fist to punch his brother.  “Or do you want to think that he’s being tortured and twisted and made to confess all our weaknesses?”  At that, all the aggression went out of the elder and he sat on the cot.

“That’s why I have to go.  Findekano went on our behalf, I have to at least know what happened to him.”

“Believe me, if Irisse had gone to the negotiations, and I wasn’t sure she was dead, I’d be doing the same thing you are.”  The blond stepped forward.  “The difference is, I’m not the King of the Noldor.”

“I never wanted to be.”

“I don’t think Atar did either.  And then he went and got himself killed and left the rest of us with this mess.  So now we have to do better than that.”

“Remind me again why I can’t go.”

“First, there’s no guarantee that Findekano is even alive.  The messenger brought us a lock of hair, but that could come from a dead body as easily as a living one.  More easily.”

“Second, it’s almost certainly a trap.  Like it or not, Makalaure was right.  The negotiations were a trap and one that we could not defeat.  He’s probably right about this as well.”

“Finally, you are the King.  You have a responsibility to your people.  You can’t go haring off just because you’re fucktoy was stupid enough to get himself captured.  Maybe if some of the others had been captured as well, but we have bodies for everyone else who was sent.  The lives of the many outweigh one.”

Now Maitimo looked mutinous, probably because Tyelkormo had referred to his lover as a plaything.  “If I was the one trapped, Findekano would come for me.  And I could just appoint a regent.”

“Should a King be following the example of Findekano the Reckless?  And you can’t just appoint a regent either.  How do you think our people will feel, to have lost three kings in less than that many coronare.  They’ll lose any confidence in the Royal Family.  They’ll lose confidence in themselves.  Besides, who would you make regent?”

That brought Russandol up short.  He stuttered out, “I-it would- Cano is- or Nolo-”

The hunter cut him off.  “You can’t appoint Nolofinwe.  Makalaure would probably take it well, but everyone else would get offended, and not just in the family.  It would look like you had no faith in our brother, which would seem absurd especially after all the work he put in to get us here safe and sound.”  That was true.  It was Makalaure’s ships and sailors who had gotten them over the sea of Belegaer.  It was Makalaure who had worked with Arafinwe so that everyone on both sides of the sea could be fed and not worry about starving while waiting for the Valar to come up with a new way to light Arda.  Makalaure, who had gone out to meet and make allies of the elves who dwelt on these starlit shores.

“But you can’t appoint Makalaure either.  The general populace would rebel.”  Also true.  While there was no question that he had been the most valuable advisor since the Darkening, it hadn’t helped the opinion of the ordinary ner and nissi.  Makalaure the Mighty Singer, they had called him, then Makalaure the Dark, then finally Makalaure the Mad.  Makalaure who had given Pengolodh such a scathing critique that the Academy had laughed him out of the field and the ellon had retired to pursue pottery.  Makalaure who had given Findecano the epesse of the Reckless, both prophetic and sarcastic.  Makalaure, who had sworn no Oath.

“Even are brothers don’t fully trust him.”  Also true.  Once upon a time, Makalaure had been trusted, been the one who helped raise them while their parents and Maitimo had been too busy to keep track of everyone.  But now only he, Tyelko and maybe Moryo would remember that.  The flamboyant, optimistic singer had been lost to the sarcastic, dark-clothed phenomenon.  Makalaure had inherited Feanor’s brilliance, it was clear he had inherited many of his father’s darker traits too.  

Nolo or Cano, in either case the Noldor would split.

“And you can’t appoint anyone else either.  Uncle Arafinwe was declared ruler of Tirion so that he could take care of those left behind.  Artanis is capable, but far too young.  Everyone else who’s competent is already being overworked as is.”

His younger brother was right.  No matter how it pained him, he would have to abandon Findekano.  “These arguments, they seem familiar.” he said, as his shoulders slumped.

“They should.  They’re part of what Makalaure said to convince you not to go to those negotiations.”

At this, Maitimo looked up and laughed.  “He’s not even here and he’s running circles around me.”

#maedhros #Celegorm #silmarillion #time travel fix-it #fingon goes rogue and pays for it #he gets stuck on thangorodrim until the war of wrath #caranthir has a different nickname #caranthir the weaver #maglor is not sane #but he is not stupid either #maedhros gets stuck with high kingship for ages #no exile for the noldor #arafinwe does not want people to starve