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gay-otlc · 3 years

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Keepers Of The Chaos (Chapter 1)

The first chapter of the Tumblr KOTLC Fandom Fandom story is here!

Summary: Tam, Linh, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh's podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing

Word count: 1204

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Linh leans into the microphone. "Welcome to the Twins of the Chaos podcast," she says.

"Where some chaotic twins discuss our favorite show, Keepers of the Chaos," adds Tam. He tugs at his silver tipped bangs. "I'm Tam, and my sister's Linh, and today, we're going to be talking about why you should watch KOTC. Now, if you're one of our five regular listeners, you've probably already seen it, but feel free to share this with a friend or relative to convince them to watch this show!"

Smiling, Linh takes the microphone back and continues. "In this show, there's a group of very, very chaotic friends who all go to Tumblr High School together. As soon as they return after New Year's, their principal informs the school of a writing competition taking place between high schools, with other opportunities for extras like drawing or animation. Every member of the winning team gets a free scholarship to an arts school the characters all want to go to, but don't like their chances of getting in normally or paying, so they sign up. Through the nine episode season, taking place over the month of January, the characters in the writing competition start on the premise, get sidetracked, come up with some truly horrifying ideas, write some gay short stories, and, as the title promises, act very chaotic."

"Now, the writing prompt that the group has to build on is kind of... fuckin' weird," Tam says, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "They have to write about a girl named Sophia, who's twelve years old and can read minds, who meets a teal- yes, teal- eyed boy named Finn, who tells her she's an elf. Then, she travels to the elf world, where she struggles a bit at elf school, makes friends with some other elves, learns that she is an illegal creation of a rebel group called the Dark Duck, and another rebel group- the Rarelynoticed- tries to kidnap and kill Sophia and her friend Deck. And yes, we're aware that the names are shitty but the characters in the show really get into mocking them, so that's an upside."

Linh laughs a little at the names. "There are a lot of rebels, you might have noticed," she adds.

Tam nods. "Yeah, I noticed. There are a lot of rebels because their government sucks. There's a council of twelve really old elves, and only two of them are alright, then one of those two dies, and then one of the previously bad ones turns good."

"The characters in the show were given a very detailed list of worldbuilding, plot, and character details. We don't have to read the whole thing, though- they just consult it when it's relevant."

"But writing about Sophia and the Dark Duck isn't the only plot of KOTC, thankfully. We also get to see the competitors writing Dark Duck interact with one another and have fun. It makes connections to real life events- mainly through Bernie Sanders memes, but whatever. Bernie Sanders memes are funny."

"Bernie Sanders memes are funny," says Linh, nodding seriously. "And yes. There are some romantic ships in there- like Amelia and Akki, or Shai/Lynn/Tater, but there are also close friendships, and you get to see the group bond over their shared desire to get the scholarship, and their collective love of chaos, so the more platonic aspect is definitely given screen time as well."

"Which, given how often shows center only on romance, is really great," Tam agrees.

"The show also does really incredibly with including diverse characters. Pretty much none of them are both straight and cis, and most of them are neither."

Tam grins. "Right, and no one really makes a big deal about it. They mention it when relevant, of course, and some have homophobic parents, but they have depth beyond getting the authors ally cookies or whatever. Everyone uses correct pronouns, or apologizes when they screw up, and everyone's pronouns are validated no matter how 'weird' or 'confusing' it might be."

"The show also has a lot of good religious diversity, with quite a few Jewish characters, who make sure it's very clear that they're Jewish."

"Yeah, one of the characters- Shai- starts a movement to turn all the Sophia and the Dark Duck characters Jewish as well."

"It doesn't succeed, but good job to aer for trying," Linh says, sighing sadly.

They fall silent for a little while as Tam checks their episode outline, scribbled in Linh's rather illegible handwriting. "Linh, what the fuck does this say?"

Brow furrowing, Linh asks "You can't read my handwriting?"

"No, I can't!"

She sighs. "It very clearly says 'great characters- discuss,'" she huffs.

"Yeah, no one can read your handwriting. Also, we should probably cut this out when we edit."

Linh nods. "Probably, yeah."

Tam leans in closer to the microphone and starts speaking into it again. "The competition has fifty something participants- fifty two, was it?" He looks to Linh for confirmation, who nods again. "Fifty two. But somehow, all of the characters have their own distinct personalities and stories and interests, and they're shown as complex human beings."

"Yeah, that's always been my favorite part of the show. The characters are just so interesting. Canon manages to focus on them a lot more than I would have thought possible, but it still doesn't give us all the details- since it has to balance so many people, it can't spend a long time focusing on just one- so there's a lot of room for speculation in the fandom. Some get noticeably more or less focus than others. Like, Lynn and her fiancees get kind of a lot, while I wish some of my favorite characters like Specs or Charlene got a bit more screen time. But everyone gets some, no one gets too many, and the fandom is there to fill in the gaps!"

"Yeah, and the fandom is fantastic," says Tam. "There aren't a whole lot of us, which we wish would change because the show is really great, but we're a good fandom to be in. There's not usually a lot of discourse, and there are so many talented people making content. lordofthesnuggles's theories for season two are always so detailed and logical that I lowkey suspect he writes for the show, and thehunkiestofhunkyhair makes fantastic fanart."

Snapping her fingers, Linh exclaims. "Oh, and les-biana has the best fanfictions."

Tam coughs, and mutters "Yeah, you like Biana's fanfictions."

"Oh, like you're any different with Keefe," Linh huffs.

There aren't any visuals, so no listeners of the podcast can prove Tam was blushing. "Anyway, the first- and currently only- season starts with everyone signing up for the competition, no idea what they're in for, and ended with half of them wearing sleeping masks with teal eyes painted on and the other half watching the chaos with mild amusement. It's entertaining as fuck, and very well written, so do go check it, recommend it to your friends, let Keepers of the Chaos take over the world, whatever you like."

"Thanks for listening to the Twins of the Chaos podcast, and have an amazing day!" Linh finishes, and she stops recording.

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princess-faelivrin · 5 years

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It’s a very abridged list of characters, BUT I wanted to make a post about my interpretations of some of the CoH characters despite the fact that Nobody Asked. Apologies in advance for 100000 blocks of text and yelling.

TÚRIN

Call it projecting, ‘cause I guess it is, but Túrin has always been half-Asian in my head, in terms of appearance. I don’t know if I do a good enough job of showing it in my art, but Morwen reminds me of my Taiwanese mom and Húrin of my white-passing dad, so my Túrin takes after his mom. He’s stated to have grey eyes, so grey eyes he will have, but I tend to draw them dark enough that they almost look black. Aside from that, he’s tallish with unruly also-almost-black hair and a tendency to wear dark colors, which... might also be projection except for the tall part. It is what it is.

Anyway, personality-wise... I mean this with all the love in my heart, but Túrin’s a dumb emo. Actually I partially take that back-- he’s a smart emo, smart and charismatic enough to be a natural leader with a good head for battle, but a ridiculous emo nonetheless.

As stated in the Childhood of Túrin, he was kind of a weird kid, too old for his age and slightly unsettling, with a quick temper and an ability to hold grudges, but he cared deeply for the feelings of those around him and had a strong protective instinct for his little sis Lalaith. He’s also shown to have a leaning towards pity throughout his life, for anyone hurt or sad or at a disadvantage, which is really sweet and kinda makes me want to cry.

Later on, Túrin is clearly pretty impulsive and can be ruled by anger, like when he smacked Saeros in the nose with a cup (which is valid) and lashed out at Beleg when he tried to give him bread. He felt bad about that second one pretty quickly, but I think it’s mentioned a couple times throughout CoH that people are scared of Túrin because of how quickly his mood can go south.

On the other hand, despite the fact that he keeps directly and indirectly killing them, Túrin actually does really love his friends. Obvs he loves Beleg, and he loved Sador and probably Nellas too, and during the Nargothrond chapter he tries his best to look after Gwindor and Finduilas and try to figure out what’s making both of them so damned sad all the time. He fails, of course, because he’s too oblivious to notice the romantic tension so thick you’d have to use Gurthang to cut it, but he tries and that’s what counts.

BELEG

I think it might just be because of fanart, but Beleg as I see him has silver hair. Between Beleg and Mablung, the consensus seems to be that one of them has dark hair and the other silver, so my Beleg is the silver one. I have actually no idea what color his eyes are, though. Hazel? Who knows. He’s taller than Túrin, that’s for sure, with long legs and broad shoulders. I like drawing him with a little white flower pin on his clothes.

He seems to be a pretty cheerful dude, probably the most cheerful in all of CoH, which is good for him, I guess. He laughs when the outlaws see him and go “oh shit, who is that?” and lets them be in suspense for a second or two before going “haha, sike, it’s me! Beleg! I have food for y’all starving dudes.” Thus, he’s a good foil/companion to Túrin’s depressing nature and his death removes a lot of the scant happiness in Túrin’s life.

Something I love about Beleg is that he’s very forgiving and just like... a ridiculously nice person for the situation. Beleg doesn’t hold anything against Túrin, doesn’t hold anything against Andróg either (which is pretty impressive,) and immediately decides to give Gwindor lembas and take him along for the ride after finding him under a tree in the forest.

The big important thing to Beleg’s personality, imo, is that he’s very loyal (to Túrin specifically.) Despite being told it’s a dangerous idea, he goes and looks for Túrin in the wilderness, and even Thingol is well aware he won’t be stopped. It also outright says that where Túrin is concerned, Beleg “yield[s] to his love against his wisdom” to be with him. He’s straight up referred to as the most steadfast of friends, which is really sad because it’s like a sentence after he dies, but there it is-- Beleg is a good friend and a loyal one.

TÚRIN’S FAMILY

I already mentioned the fact that Túrin’s family reminds me a lot of mine, which definitely influences my perception of them, but anyway:

Morwen is a fairly angular lady, who has dark dark hair pulled into a chopstick bun behind her head and a pair of raven-feather earrings that gleam in low light. She’s the parent that Túrin got his unsettling edgy aura from, and her Displeased Face is enough to scare any intruder out of her house. She loves her kids and her husband, but she’s stern so sometimes it’s hard to tell.

Húrin is the neighborhood guy who knows everyone and who everyone knows in return. He’s kind of a square-looking blond guy, like Van Hohenheim from Fullmetal Alchemist except happier and more of a jock. He apparently can play the harp, which is cool, and he probably has lots of stories from being out and about with the elf-host. He loves his kids and his wife and likes to joke around sometimes with Túrin because he’s so straightforward and less inclined to humor.

Niënor outstripped her parents and her brother in height, and ended up the tallest of the family. She has her dad’s blonde hair, and is slightly more square shaped than her mom or her brother. She’s also half-Asian, but you have to squint. She doesn’t fight like her brother, and is acutely aware of the Túrin-shaped hole in her mother’s life and heart and the matching shadow cast over her own life. However unlike Túrin she is in some ways, she has the same occasional fiery stubbornness and penchant for anguished theatrics, albeit on a smaller scale.

Lalaith... poor kid. She was charming and cute but didn’t last long.

MABLUNG

My Mablung has wavy-ish dark hair in a similar style to Beleg’s, and has a slightly less willowy build, for lack of a better way to compare them. He’s got dark eyebrows to better express how utterly unimpressed he is with whatever dumb shit is going down in Doriath, and probably a few not-too-flashy piercings. He’s very dignified in posture and appearance, but not like... pretentious, because he fights people in the woods on a regular basis.

Out of Túrin’s friends, Mablung is probably the most akin to the Responsible One, with Gwindor at a close second. He’s less willing than Beleg to drop everything for a friend, and requires more evidence to support it, but he’ll still do it after thinking it over and will probably beat himself up about not having gone for it sooner.

On that point, poor guy takes too much onto his own shoulders and ends up feeling shitty and miserable when he fails at something that he could not have possibly succeeded at. This is demonstrated in terrible, heartwrenching fashion throughout the story, when Mablung asks Thingol to fire him because he lost Morwen and Niënor, to which Thingol says “what no, you’re too good, we need you” and Melian says “don’t feel too bad about it, ok?” (he ignores the last part and continues to feel bad enough about it that he looks for Niënor for Literal Years.) Also on that topic is the scene in which Mablung sees Túrin dead and stands there like some sort of Beleriand Benvolio, realizing that all his friends are dead and that “thus with words have I slain one that I loved.”

NELLAS

I almost forgot her, can you imagine? You probably can, because she’s a minor character who disappeared like a third of the way through the story, but let’s not talk about that. She’s a forest girl, so I imagine she likes to wear a lot of nice leaves on her head, and/or make a bunch of flower crowns and then drop them in fright if anyone happens to find her in the process. She has dark brown hair and big, curious eyes, and is short and slight even by human standards.

Nellas has... hardcore dirt lesbian energy. It’s implied that she had a crush on Túrin, but honestly, I doubt that very much. In my head, she and Túrin were just really close pals, and she taught him about how to live in the woods and how to rescue worms from the rain. Her moment of glory, basically, is going into the city once and immediately proceeding to freeze up from anxiety in front of the king. Is that a mood? Yeah and I love her. I hope she’s okay.

ANDRÓG

I realize he’s another minor character, but he is a very compelling one to me specifically, so. As I imagine him, he’s a fairly lean young dude with a hungry-wolf look about him, which is sort of a mixture of desperation, suspicion, and plain snappishness. He has dark eyes and hair a little darker than what could be called ‘mousy brown,’ tied back in a short ponytail. He also has a frequent scowl and generally is a little bit scary, although he isn’t exactly physically imposing in the ‘tall and buff’ sense.

There really is no other way to describe Andróg’s personality than ‘he’s a particularly mean tsundere.’ He’s just... full of rage and repressed Feelings for Túrin and possibly also Beleg. Unfortunately, these feelings manifest in Being A Bitch And Generally Not Nice. It takes him so long to admit he can’t actually hate Beleg that he literally just up and dies after doing one (1) nice thing. Why do I like him? It’s anyone’s guess tbh.

GWINDOR

Ah... yes...... the character who nobody talks about but who I love with my whole heart and soul. To start off with appearance, the only canon things about what he looks like is that he has dark hair and looks older than he would otherwise because torture. Immediately post-imprisonment and during it, I imagine his hair is short, but beforehand and a while after, it gets back to being long. He has a bunch of scars from all that too, and generally has the bearing and amount of grey hairs as a substitute teacher who nobody listens to. I draw him with grey eyes usually, but saw @bisexualturin‘s hc of him having had violet eyes before and I’m kinda in love thanks.

In terms of who he is as a person, we don’t know much of what he was like before the Nirnaeth, but as I see him, he’s always had a fiery streak and a slightly acerbic sense of humor. Being tormented for 14 years forced him to mellow out some, by which I mean a) how the hell are you supposed to keep your sense of humor after that and b) as shown in his arguments with Túrin over tactics, he’s now extremely wary of head-on battle.

He’s fundamentally someone who wants the best for the people around him, and who loves both Finduilas and Túrin very much despite feeling hurt and miserable over the fact that his opinion is now worth nothing to those in charge and the sense that he’s not good enough for anyone (much less his two best friends) in his current state. Overall, his dying speech is emblematic of the very Oof Ouch and Complicated feelings he ended up having toward Túrin, namely “you’re a dumbass and probably should have listened to me, but I love you and I am going to try my damndest to give both you and Finduilas as much of a chance at life as I can, even here as I bleed out in your arms.”

Which brings us to...

FINDUILAS

Finduilas is sweet like honey chamomile tea and her whole being radiates soft sunlight. In my mind, she’s somewhat round-faced, with really fluffy golden hair, sparkly freckles on tan skin, and a liking for wearing light blue clothes that match her eyes. She smiles a lot and possibly gives off actual light??? Also my heart is full of affection for chubby Finduilas. General consensus is Soft.

Canon-wise, whether she’s more introverted or extroverted is kind of up to interpretation, as all we’re really given is that she worries about Túrin when he’s out fighting and “wishe[s] not to add one tear to [Gwindor’s] suffering.” I tend to think of her as sunny and gregarious, with way more game than her dad, and with endless reserves of empathy, sympathy, and compassion for the people she loves.

As a Finwean princess, she absolutely has the capacity for badassery, which makes me very into the idea of Túrin rescuing her post-Nargothrond as per Gwindor’s request and the two of them going on a road trip of doom. But unfortunately, we don’t get to see another side of her in the book.

I usually just put the book down and cry after the sack of Nargothrond, so I’ll just do one more character:

ORODRETH

Ok, so Finduilas has to have gotten her Vanyarin hair from her dad, clearly. But since Elves can probably change their appearances based on willpower to some degree, Orodreth’s hair is nowhere near as fluffy, and is a darker honey-blonde than Finduilas’ gold. He’s one of the plainest-looking Finweans by virtue of the fact that he perpetually has this look on his face that makes him seem like he wants to melt into the floor and go back to Aman. Which he kinda does.

Unfortunately, Orodreth didn’t do much in the story except be a doormat to like five different people and then die, but I still like him for whatever reason. Way early on, before Húrin or his kids were a thing, Orodreth was still himself, aka someone who asked nicely for people to not make bad decisions, and predictably didn’t get listened to. Sure, some of Fëanor’s terrible boys took over his hidden elf city, but what was he going to do? Fight them? No. He’d rather just Not.

...I feel bad for him. He literally did not ask for Any Of That.

that’s all y’all, I am so sorry for making you read the entirety of the inside of my head as it has been for the past four months

#the children of hurin #turin turambar #beleg cuthalion #morwen #hurin #nienor niniel #mablung #nellas #androg #gwindor #finduilas #orodreth #blazie .txt #this is so much text i am so sorry #i wrote it all in one go so like idk if there's typos

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yellow-faerie · 2 years

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#but they change to quenya in valinor both to stick with current customs and because it’s different and doesn’t remind them of what’s lost

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Would you be willing to do fluff 20/22 for the Ring Babies? You decide who's surprised at their presence x)

Oh this is brilliant

From this prompt list.

20 - “Where did all these children come from?”

22 - “That’s a baby.”

“Cousin Elrond!” Celebrimbor exclaims brightly, adjusting the baby on his hip as he turns abruptly from the elf he is talking to and hurries down the steps. “You’re here early! We weren’t expecting you or Gil for another week yet.”

Elrond blinks at him, never quite ready for his cousin’s…exuberance. “That’s a baby,” he says, forgoing any greeting.

“Yes, this is Malya - say hello to your cousin Elrond, Malya.”

Malya, apparently, does not want to do this and buries her face into the fabric of Celebrimbor’s tunic.

This, in fact, makes Elrond just a bit more confused. Who was this child? Was she Celebrimbor’s child?

He shakes his head. That is, of course, ridiculous - Celebrimbor isn’t married.

A young girl bursts out of the doors at the top of the stairs, startling quite a few people milling around, and half runs, half leaps her way down towards them.

“Atto!” She exclaims, coming to a skidding halt and ignoring the fact that Elrond is standing right there. “Atya says that a bird just arrived from Aunty Galadriel. It won’t let him take the letter so he needs you.” She nods seriously. “The bird keeps attacking him.”

Celebrimbor makes a face. “Your aunt needs to find better carrier birds.” He laughs, apparently to himself. “Thank you for telling me. Now, Nenya, run up and tell your father that I will there momentarily and try and get the bird under control. And Vilya,” he turns to a pair of boys who appeared without Elrond noticing. “can you and Narya please find Fenordh and tell xem that the king’s herald arrived earlier than expected?”

As quickly as they came, they disappear again, Nenya with her head held high and with a great air of importance about her which doesn’t quite fit with her childish countenance and Vilya chasing his brother.

“Sorry about that, Galadriel still doesn’t like Mai even though I explained that he’s not evil and he doesn’t want to kill me.” Celebrimbor grins brightly at Elrond, adjusting Malya’s position on his hip.

“Mai?” Elrond asks, trying to work out whatever it is that’s going on.

“Annatar,” Celebrimbor explains as if Elrond should know this. “Mairon is another of his names.”

“Mairon…” Elrond says weakly, the name sparking uncomfortable familiarity. “You…”

“Atto!” Narya calls, leaning over the fence of a balcony about three floors above. Celebrimbor turns, shielding his eyes with his hand, distractedly letting Malya go when she wiggles to get down. “Atya says that the bird has destroyed the linen cupboard!”

“Oh Eru,” Celebrimbor mutters and calls up to his daughter that he will be there in a moment and to try and get the bird to calm down.

Seemingly forgetting all about Malya and Elrond, he runs up the stairs and disappears into the main building.

Someone tugs on the edge of his tunic.

"'Rond," Malya mumbles, looking up at him with wide eyes, "'m hungry."

Elrond blinks down at her, entirely unsure what to do with this child. "Well then, we should probably...have some food."

He digs around in his pocket a moment, trying to remember if he had pocketed any of the dried fruit from his last meal. He doesn't find any but he does find a bag of dried seaweed that he doesn't remember packing but he supposes is good enough as food.

So with Malya happily eating that on her place on his hip, they venture further into the palace.

She will undoutbedly just be happy to see her fathers but Elrond has a lot of questions and he very much needs them answered.

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From your writing prompt list: 14 and good bro Fëanor (you can choose which half siblings you want to include)

Why choose one when you can have all four?

From this prompt list.

14 - “It’s three in the morning. What do you want?”

Fëanáro is woken rather unceremoniously by something being blown into his ear.

He doesn’t shriek but he comes close as he flaps his hand vaguely to his right and they come in contact with skin.

“You hit me!” Lalwendë says, her voice high and squeaky and far too loud for so early in the day.

He rolls his eyes, squinting at the clock on his wall. “It’s three in the morning. What do you want?” He asks, turning over in bed to glare.

Only Findis looks anything bordering at all on apologetic.

“It’s Atya’s birthday today,” Ñolofinwë says and Fëanáro nods.

“I know that. And I don’t want to be exhausted for the celebrations, so I would quite like it if you weren’t in my room.”

Ñolofinwë crosses his arms. “We need your help.”

“No.” Fëanáro turns over in bed. “I’m going back to sleep now.”

The bed dips behind him and a small child comes scrambling over the bedsheets to lie over him dramatically.

“Please,” Arafinwë says pleadingly, his eyes going wide. Fëanáro reminds himself that strangling small children isn’t allowed anywhere in law.

“What do you need me for anyway?” He pushes his brother - half-brother - off the bed and onto his carpet.

“There was an accident.”

“An accident?” He sits up in bed and reaches up to fix his braids.

“We dropped Atya’s present down the well.”

“You-” Fëanáro gapes at them. “How did you manage that? Why did you even take it outside?” Findis opens her mouth and Fëanáro decides an explanation would take too long. “You know what? Don’t bother explaining - I spent three weeks helping you with that, I am not letting that time go to waste.”

He tossed his legs over the side of the bed and grabs a robe to pull over his nightclothes. “What are you standing there staring at me for? Lead the way.”

“You’re...really going to help us?”

“I don’t what Atya’s begetting day ruined because you did something stupid. Go!” Fëanáro shoos them forward and they scramble away.

“Down a well,” Fëanáro mutters. “How do you even do that?”

“It was an accident! I swear!”

Fëanáro turns his head sharply to his eldest sister - half-sister - with a scowl. “Was this your fault?”

“No! I told you it was an accident.”

“I tripped and it went out the window,” Ñolofinwë admits, fiddling with the edge of his tunic.

“Oh Eru, you’re all incompetent!”

And so it is that Fëanáro finds himself climbing down a well in the early hours of the morning and then back up it, a very soggy package in his arms.

He drops it rather unceremoniously on the floor as he drags himself over the stone top. He flops onto the ground, throwing an arm over his eyes and panting heavily.

“That better have been worth it,” He warns, growling low in his throat and trying to turn his breathing even again.

Dead silence follows his words.

“What’s wrong?” He peeks under his arm and sees all four children standing around the discarded present, looking almost mournful.

Findis picks it up and presents it slowly to her brother - half-brother.

Fëanáro grimaces at the state it is in: not only is the cloak utterly soaked but he can count three tears in it already and the paper it was wrapped in had gotten to mushy that it had sort of rubbed into the fabric.

“Will we...have time to fix it?” Ñolofinwë asks, trying to sound hopeful.

Fëanáro lies back, contemplating how realistic it would be to become a well monster and not have to deal with any of this anymore.

Finwë examines the coronet, a smile growing on his lips. “This is quite spectacular work. Did you get help?”

Finwë does not miss the small look Findis gives Fëanáro nor Fëanáro’s small head shake in return.

“A bit from the smiths for the tricky bits but we did most of it ourselves.”

“Ah. Well thank you very much, it is most beautiful and I shall treasure it greatly.”

With that, he dismisses them to go do something more fun than stand by him all day as more and more people come to give him their well-wishes.

“Curufinwë,” He calls as his eldest turns away. “Thank you.”

“But I forgot to make you anything.”

Finwë smiles. “I am not that naïve yonya. I know that this is your craft.”

Fëanáro turns faintly red and gives an awkward little bow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” He says and strides away.

Finwë shakes his head fondly and turns his attention back to the celebration.

74 notes • Posted 2021-06-03 20:17:34 GMT

Per your request for shipping asks, I'm always a sucker for family stuff. So maybe any or all of the couples with their respective attached kid? (Tyelpe, Ivare, Gil Galad?)

Oh, this hits all my shipping and family feelings (I love family stuff too) and ugh, thank you so much for the ask!

I’m doing Curufinrod for Tyelpë (no-one can unconvince me that Finrod was not a significant father figure in his life, whether he was in a relationship with Curvo or not); Daemags, of course, for Ivárë; and Russingon for Gil because I love a bit of all of these ships.

Celebrimbor snores softly where he is draped across Finrod’s chest. It is all Curufin- tired after a long day of chasing after his brother - can do to not just crawl into the bed with his beloved and his son and just fall asleep.

“Hey Curvo,” Finrod says quietly, half looking up from where he lies.

Curufin spares a glance at his beloved - hair mussed up and only half awake - as peels off his tunic. “You can go back to sleep Ingo. I’ll join you in just a moment.”

Finrod sighs softly and lies back down, his arm apparently unconsciously tightening around Celebrimbor. Curufin tugs off the rest of his clothes and pulls his nightshirt over his head. He crawls over the bedsheets and tucks himself into Finrod’s side.

Curufin presses a kiss to his beloved’s cheek - Finrod did that to him, made him want to be all sappy - and lets the warm light of the fire dance over them as he lets his eyes fall closed.

“Your son is quite tired out. We did a lot today - reminds me a bit of when Orodreth was little.”

Curufin smiles, not opening his eyes. “You’re very good with him,” He murmurs softly, one of his hands coming to gently stroke Celebrimbor’s soft head. “He likes you.”

Tomorrow will have more court and arguments and...who knew what else, but right now he would let himself have this moment.

Ivárë has a bowl of melted ice cream tipping precariously off her lap as she sleeps. Maglor catches it before it tumbles onto the carpet and puts it gently on the nearby table.

She sighs, tucking herself further into his side.

This is adorable, Daeron says across their marriage bond and Maglor shifts just slightly to get a better look at his husband leaning against the doorframe.

We should really get her to bed. It’s been a long day after all.

Without taking a photo?

No! Don’t you dare!

Daeron grins, waving his camera. Already done.

Maglor rolls his eyes but is quick to forgive as Daeron leans down to press a kiss to his lips and drapes his arms over Maglor’s back, burying his face in the back of his neck, the sounds of the movie’s end credits running in the background.

“...and so Varda took pity upon Telumendil and Soronúmë and set them upon her stars so that they may stay together forever, dancing among the starlight never to die.”

Maedhros finishes his story quietly, well aware that Ereinion is asleep and that Fingon is following, despite his best attempts.

It’s a bit crowded on this windowseat, Maedhros thinks, but it’s not such a bad place to go to sleep - he has certainly done with worse.

Thankfully, Ereinion is only small despite being nearly of age, taking after his father in stature, and the windowseat is rather unnaturally large so at a squeeze they all fit relatively comfortably, tucked up closely and basically on top of each other.

Maedhros lets himself relax and leans his head against the window and at some point, he falls asleep as well.

76 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 18:34:13 GMT

Ooh! For the kissing thing, 11 for Silvergifting?

Aye! I can do that!

11 - Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Celebrimbor’s dream begins to merge with reality as he wakes. He shifts, slightly, in bed, turning around into his husband.

“Morning,” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to the first piece of skin he can find, which feels like it is his shoulder.

Annatar shifts slightly, a sure sign that he is awake.

He doesn’t pull away as Celebrimbor lazily makes his way up the other’s skin, going inch by perfect inch. Annatar’s skin is soft and Celebrimbor can see the freckles that spread across the pale figure in his minds eye as he finally makes his way up to Annatar’s lips.

Here, Annatar moves, reaching up to tangle his hand in Celebrimbor’s hair and returning the kiss with fervour that still makes Celebrimbor giddy.

“G’morning.” Annatar says as they pull away breathlessly, keeping the barest of gaps between them.

Leaning his forehead against Annatar’s, Celebrimbor smiles, blinking his eyes open to look into his husband’s.

Annatar returns the smile and Celebrimbor melts.

He is sure that he must have been blessed.

90 notes • Posted 2021-04-09 07:05:45 GMT

Prompt List

A prompt list for you all! Send me a character/ship and a number of the prompt and I shall write something!

Dialogue Prompts:

“You smell nice.”

“Is the room meant to be spinning?”

“I thought I lost you!”

“Dance with me!”

“You left me!”

“I think I’m in love with you and it terrifies me.”

“I’m done trying to help you. You’re on your own now.”

“We’re family, aren’t we?”

“Shh. It’s alright. I’m here now.”

“Run away with me!”

“Take that back!”

“You didn’t see me.”

“Look! A shooting star! Make a wish!”

“It’s three in the morning. What do you want?”

“Can we keep [him/her/them]?

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Please calm down! You’re freaking me out!”

“Stay with me. Please.”

“It looks good on you!”

“This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever come up with...I’m in.”

“Oh you tosser! Why would you think that was a good idea?”

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“I didn’t know you were still keeping track.”

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I love you. You know that right?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I vote that today we sit in our pyjamas and eat three tubs of ice cream and drink that wine we were saving for a special occasion.”

“Can you tell me why we’re committing a major crime? Not that I’ll go back on my word or anything, I just want to know.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s best not to mention what happened last summer.”

“I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?”

“[He/She/They] are not a weapon! [He/She/They] are a person and [His/Her/Their] name is ___!”

“We can’t have a crisis - my schedule’s already full.”

“I love you from the bottom of my heart but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

“Does this mean I can do arson?”

“You’re late.”

“I am way too sober for this.”

“So...I just realised I’ve been shot?”

“Pay me enough and I didn’t see anything.”

“And it doesn’t bother you at all that you nearly killed her.”

“You are a heathen.”

“No, I said we were safer not that we were safe.”

“This is home?”

“In my defence, I was left unsupervised.”

“Your mind must be such a lonely place.”

“Small fire! I said a small fire! This is not small!”

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