@marvel let him REST
yes i can draw peter with freckles and extra floofy hair it’s called creative license look it up
@marvel let him REST
yes i can draw peter with freckles and extra floofy hair it’s called creative license look it up
peter parker is jewish and bisexual, sorry i don’t make the rules
[So just so anyone knows, no matter if Rey is redeemed or not, she doesn’t give up her red saber. She’s not ashamed of being a Sith and will never be a Jedi. Her belief is neither order needs to exist and that now that they are destroyed, then there should be a middle ground. Therefore, she doesn’t need to get rid of her red saber. So even when she’s not a Sith and the Empress, she will still have Vader’s saber.]
Might hust fuck around and write some HC’s that have been sitting in my ask lol
Melinda would accept help to a point. However, Melinda 100% prefers to fight for her dreams, regardless for what they are. Melinda grew up with a family that helped each other even when they’re all a giant ball of chaos *coughs*MattieAndMels*coughs*.
But yeah she would accept help unless it was something she knew she had to do it on her own.
Melinda believes everyone decides their own fate. What point is there to life if the ink is already dry? However she does accept that with the Angels of Destiny, those choices can alter what may happen. She at the end of the day doesn’t believe it’s set, we can choose which way to go.
Mels isn’t sure about her own destiny, those she supposes it’s to fight evil for the rest of her days. Not a great destiny right?
In an interview Lee compared Thranduil to a tiger; elegant & vicious,
but I don’t agree with a feline as symbolism even if I think it’s beautiful.
I liken him more to two animals Arda’s folks are familiar with at once, deer & wolf. A combination that reflects his complexity as one favoring avoidance, yet biting with sharp teeth. & Absolutely loyal to his kin. Thranduil is only vicious when confrontation can’t be avoided, one who protects his ‘pack’ whilst remaining a calm mystery to most others. He might frequently get perceived as unreachable by outsiders. Deer are majestic & elegant, called kings of the forest, which still rather hide than lash out. Wolves don’t easily attack either, but when they do then it’s the whole pack rather than one alone. when thranduil intends to shed blood, he’ll come with an army. & wolves maintain balance among all beings within the forest, just like the elves.
While Thranduil fights to defend his people & not to satiate enormous hunger, he gets mistaken for extremely vicious by some who have treated him in a way that simply lured this side out of him. Like the wolf that gets seen as monster while it truly isn’t, if treated respectfully, treads with patience & keen observation. It’s social, but doesn’t let everyone in. & like deer running from possible threat does he somehow run from his own, inner conflicts (predator vs. prey, his innermost chases itself), but while keeping out of trouble as best as he can, he’s still a feared warrior.
felines can be very cruel, toy with their wounded prey & torment it; he won’t do that. When he kills, he does so without playing games & only if that is the necessary solution (thoughtful hunting for food aside). Appearance tied to deer’s majestic elegance masks a wolf merciless & unforgiving when provoked. The mysterious nature of both combined, as deer are seen as magical & wolves as unpredictable while living in a healthy balance between fair & absolutely vicious.
Those who know little of Thranduil’s history, and what it did to him in particular, might be quick to assume he is idle or even a coward for keeping to himself and his people. But no one wonders whether the path he chose is the easiest. It isn’t. A part in him, the warrior able to slay nigh everything, itches to march out and get rid of all evils, to fight and satisfy the silent wrath boiling in him ever since Oropher + many Sindar fell. Thranduil wishes deep down he could just leap into Dol Guldur, for example, and no matter the cost avenge the elves his kin lost. I cannot tell you how often he tenses wishing to soak grounds with blood, to scream into evil’s grimace and risk his own life killing as many foul things as only possible, even to join the front of defenses of other realms just to find final peace. Or death if need be, because he doesn’t fear his own end.
As king he holds responsibility for a people who have ever been for themselves and he harbors no wish to impose other standards; he migrated once, so he deems he must adhere to and preserve their traditions plus deeply ingrained way of life to ensure a functional society. It isn’t out of malice that he seldom reaches out to other realms, also broken record: every realm does have its lords and defenses, alliances, they don’t ask for or depend on the Woodland Realm’s assistance ( with exception of Erebor once ). Apart from what I’ve mentioned numerous times that he doesn’t want to owe things and thus doesn’t ask others for help, his top priority is the safety of his people and therefore won’t seek war if he knows it will demand more sacrifice than it’ll promise victory.
It is not the easiest path he chose to hold his feet still, it is the safest.
Thranduil has been a warrior with every fibre of his being before becoming king, so to decide like a ruler and not just fighter can be extremely difficult at times.
For only if he gives his people time to grow back in population after battles that were fought, train new warriors and smith new weapons to prepare for greater battles inevitable; only then his realm can survive at least by enough elves to create more generations. He’s always known Sauron still lingers whilst presumed defeated, always feared evil’s wrath that he has witnessed first hand in Mordor. He always knew the war won’t be over until all chess pieces gather on the board at last for another great battle —— and when that comes, he’ll be prepared, even enough to help out Lothlórien when they need aid. You can call him a coward, but I call him a combination of a traumatized warrior and wise king. One who knows and struggles to silence the beast in him. Because he’s aware of his strength but harbors no desire to brag, and won’t fight for the sake of killing at any cost. His people come first.
And he will bite off the face of anyone who questions that stance by trying to lecture him just because they were taught playing everyone’s savior is the only right way.
Mirkwood; Taur e - Ndaedelos, “ Forest of the Great Fear “, ( or Taur - nu - Fuin*, “ Forest of Darkness ” ), earned its name not only by Sauron who conquered the realm’s old elven fortress Dol Guldur. While the Necromancer’s energy, which must branch wide due to his immense nature, does likely touch a certain radius beyond that ruin’s border & giant spiders nesting there stream out into the woodlands to cause an imbalance, there’s more that contributes to Mirkwood’s, former Greenwood’s, reputation as scary. A place of horror.
The Dwarves around Oakenshield weren’t the first mortals to venture into that realm without guidance & curiosity, perhaps fascination with elvish tales, has already led the one or other man there. What happened ? They may have gotten lost & starved, strayed south where hungry wargs or aforementioned spiders awaited them. In short: death = soul leaves body. But in life they haven’t found back out of the realm, neither did they in death while the Necromancer’s influence became stronger throughout the years & confused, thus trapped them. Their suffering sickened the trees, lured the spiders farther north where the Elves had settled & play tricks on the mind of every visitor since; no one can say whether they mean well & to warn those people, scare them away, or lead them toward the very same fate they have faced. Shared pain is half the pain, isn’t it ?
So when the company enters the realm & runs in circles, sees strange things, it’s not unlikely ghosts meddling with their heads —— with the one ring, Bilbo may have been able to see those souls as figures, likely obscured & hardly recognizable as anything that truly ever lived. He could have talked to them, probably. And while Elves might be immune to illusions for the most part, but capable of consciously wandering in more than 1 dimension of reality, they could converse with those dead if encountering them, too.
These souls cannot pass the border to the elven palace, the caves, as there’s magical protection that keeps the spreading sickness away: nothing really complex, imagine it akin to scattering a line of salt across which no demons can step. The spell remains intact as it involves greens, plants communicate after all, & it has to be refreshed each spring. However, between the Necromancer’s residence & the north - east located elven territory, those strayed dead are trapped betwixt two conjured walls, so while Dol Guldur is the darkest & most dangerous side of the Woodland Realm & Thranduil’s palace is one of safety, the in - between poses the most confusing & spookiest area.
The spiders feel most comfortable there, as they strive to live like every other being & don’t want to be hunted on a daily. Animals in general aren’t highly bothered by those ghosts either, but some might have become more aggressive toward intruders because of ceaseless whispers & yawns that sometimes break through dimensions to reach even their fine senses.
You don’t want to go there, much less at night or during winter where the dead feel loneliest.
* Taur - nu - fuin I’ve seen used more often, but through research figured that this was altered a few times & Tolkien decided it’d become a second name.
Addition: Like I already mentioned in casual posts, the elves reject those above mentioned terms alongside ‘Mirkwood’ & did not rename their realm like this. To acknowledge any of those dread-inducing terms would be to give the foe power. Thranduil will grit his teeth & give you a look™ if you call his realm Mirkwood or anything the like in his presence. The north, their territory, for him & the people, still is Eryn Galen & later Eryn Lasgalen.
ah yes, our boy samael back at it again at the black stone fortress
I’m gonna be blunt here: this is a blatant excuse to talk about how much I love FE7′s clever and unique way of integrating magic into its story. What does this have to do with Nohr? Well, I’ll explain.
In FE7, the main villain is Nergal, and he’s been harvesting an energy called “quintessence” for hundreds of years. Quintessence is one’s life force. The amount of quintessence someone has is determined by many variables. For example, small creatures and animals have limited amounts of quintessence. You can reap a LOT more of the stuff if you harvest it from humans. The stronger a human’s will and strength, the stronger their quintessence will be. Of course, you can also make up for quality in quantity. Get a bunch of humans with average quintessence, reap them dry, and BAM! You get the stores of it that you need.
Harvesting quintessence usually leaves the victim drained of strength. If they’ve already suffered wounds beforehand, taking their quintessence will kill them. Does Nergal care? No, of course not. He himself says that he’s “powered” by death.
So, what can he do with all this quintessence he’s gathered? A lot of things. For one, he’s been augmenting his own body with quintessence for years. This has given him a massive power boost and immortality. He can also use it to create life. Over the course of the story, Nergal creates an army’s worth of his own creatures, which he calls his “morphs.” Most of them can’t speak or display emotion, but he has a group of special ones who can speak and pretend to emote. Unlike the special morphs, most of the morphs are under Nergal’s control and have no will of their own.
And THAT’S what’s relevant here: Nergal’s morphs. Let’s see … a dark mage able to create life and summon emotionless soldiers. Are we talking FE7 or Fates? What I’m getting at is this: Nergal’s morphs have a similar function to the Faceless. In Nohr, a mage with enough experience can summon Faceless and control them. Faceless cannot emote and have no wills of their own, just like morphs. They’re just soldiers to be summoned and controlled at the mage’s will.
That’s why I theorize that Nohrian mages have knowledge of AND HAVE PRACTICED quintessence. FE7 establishes that you need quintessence to create something like Nergal’s morphs. And where would Garon get it from? Simple. He’s being controlled by Anankos, and Anankos has every single Vallite under his control. In other words: he has an entire nation of humans to reap the needed quintessence from. It wouldn’t be all that difficult.
Needless to say, I doubt most of the Nohrian mages realize this. I’m thinking that the nature of quintessence has been altered in Nohrian texts. They likely realize they’ve gleaned their power from somewhere, but, because Valla is taboo, no one knows where the quintessence comes from. The nature of quintessence is essentially one big question mark to Nohrians.
it’s sound bars, like equalizers
they look like shit on beca bc she was probably 15 or 16 when she got them and she had to go to her shady friend’s brother’s tattoo parlor or something to get them done without having to get a parental slip
Despite all the Elsa jokes as a kid, Pryce secretly loves Frozen 2. He didn’t actually see it til he was twenty years old. Show Yourself is one of his favorite songs
wow i love this platonic au too. let’s take a scene where antonio and arthur are respectively 25 and 23, living twogether in the same roof;
1. they argue every fucking seconds in any occasion and while they have chance to roast one another
2. antonio is a morning person; he cooks for both of them and he will wake arthur up with the most merciless way he could do and make him pissed off
3. antonio never allows arthur to enter the kitchen because he would totally destroy everything. (this is applied for any AUs i’m always thinking of lmao)
4. despite fighting a lot, antonio is actually proud of his baby bro for his every achievement—and oh, he taught arthur how to play guitar
5. they fucking cry while watching frozen, big hero, and naruto but never admit that
6. football is a sacred must. they are so damn loud when they watch football