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gil-galadhwen · 1 year

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Rings of Power | Galadriel x Halbrand

Notes: I took liberties with Tolkien lore regarding weather, seasons and how the elves might celebrate yule, among other things. I also used a translator for the single elvish line Halbrand says in this fic. It might be incorrect and if so, please let me know what the correct translation is.

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Do you just want my blood? Am I just that damn hard to love?

Lindon was a mystery to Halbrand. As winter approached, Galadriel had encouraged him to travel with her to the elvish realm and at first, he had thought it was for no particular reason but it quickly became apparent that she had dealings with the High King Gil-galad and his Herald Elrond. This left Halbrand wishing he’d stayed behind in Eregion; at least there he could continue his work with Celebrimbor.

Lacking the ethereal grace of its residents, Halbrand felt distinctly other in Lindon - where they were graceful, he was wooden and where they retained stillness, he was cumbersome. He did his best to lean into his perceived mortality, ensuring they believed him to be merely Galadriel's human companion. It wouldn’t do for them to learn that he knew much more about them than he let on, including his fluency in every single one of their languages.

“Walk with me,” Galadriel whispered to him where they sat together at a dinner held during the yule festivities. Halbrand glanced towards the table’s head where the king and his herald sat together in deep conversation, before setting his fork down beside his empty wine glass. The moment he stood, Gil-galad broke his attention from Elrond and glared towards the pair but Halbrand ignored him, the powdery snow beneath his booted feet sending ungraceful drifts in his wake as he followed Galadriel beyond the line of trees that sheltered the revelry.

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They walked side by side along a path lit by bronze-plated, glass lanterns, their design delicate and refined.

“They are from Valinor,” Galadriel said when Halbrand slowed his steps to admire them more closely.

“Of course they are,” he sighed. “Isn’t everything?”

Galadriel inclined her head, the hood of her dark blue cloak slipping down to her shoulders. “Most things in Lindon are, yes.”

Halbrand’s attention moved from the lanterns to the elf, he couldn’t help noticing the way her hair shimmered in the low light - gold and shiver, as though the strands were entwined with any otherworldly alloy.

They continued walking in companionable silence until the lanterns became few and far between and the wood became darker with every step. Before long, they walked into a grove of holly trees, their deep red berries gleaming like jewels among the thorny, green leaves dusted with snow. The sight of them sparked something in Halbrand. He had collected memories like trinkets from the many forms he had taken over the long years. So many that it was difficult to pin them down, to discern the time and place they were from. The memory that rose from the holly trees was one of snow and ice, a wooden floor covered in furs close to a fire that smelled of burnt sugar and cedar. He vaguely recalled dark eyes that shone brightly, reflecting the orange flames and naked flesh burning with desire...

It came to Halbrand fast and hot and a blush stained his cheeks, forcing him to sink deeper into his fur-lined cloak.

“I cannot say I have ever seen such a visceral reaction to holly before,” Galadriel said, a wry tilt to her mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Halbrand croaked the words then coughed.

“It’s just holly.” He broke a sprig off and held it in a loose, ungloved fist.

Galadriel raised a golden eyebrow at him, “I see.”

“I have a gift for you!” He said suddenly, reaching inside his cloak with his free hand.

“A gift? So you are familiar with some elvish customs then?”

“Ni am moina as tare than tye sinte, mime mel,” Halbrand replied in perfect Quenyan.

I am familiar with more than you know, my love.

Galadriel stared at him agape. “Where? When did you learn–”

“Here,” Halbrand held out a small wooden box tied with blue ribbon.

It was Galadriel’s turn to blush as she accepted the offering.

“Do you remember when you teased me about the mithril back in Eregion?” Halbrand asked, stepping closer to the elf as she lifted the contents of the box onto her gloved hand

“You said: will you make me a little replica raft, Halbrand? Or perhaps a golden ring?”

On Galadriel’s hand sat a little gold bell. “Halbrand, I am not certain that I understand.”

Halbrand picked up the bell and rang it. It was a delicate sound, as soft as falling snow yet sharp enough to be heard above the wind that was gathering high in the trees above them.

“This is your golden ring for a golden age.”

Galadriel removed a glove and gripped the bell between two pale fingers. “I suspect you are trying to be amusing, Halbrand.”

Halbrand chuckled. “Your suspicions would be correct.”

“Such a peculiar mortal.” She smirked a little, pocketing the bell and withdrawing a drawstring pouch.

“Here is my gift to you.”

Halbrand inclined his head in thanks and slid his fingers inside the pouch. What he pulled out was so unexpected that he nearly dropped it in the snow. It was a steel S hook, similar to what many tradespeople used to hang things on, blacksmiths included. However, this S hook was small and ornate with an elvish design etched into one side. It was delicate and far too beautiful to spend its existence in a dirty workshop.

Halbrand stared at it with a mixture of confusion and wonder. What did it mean that she was giving him this? Was he missing something? The S shape seemed to burn his palm as he held it…

S for Safety

S for Salvation

S for Sau…

Halbrand’s gaze whipped up to meet Galadriel’s. He searched for any sign of knowing, of recognition but she was glaring at him the same way she usually did.

“Galadriel, I–”

The elf grabbed the front of his cloak and pulled him towards her. Their lips crashed together with such force that he was sure he’d chipped a tooth but he didn’t care. Both hook and holly fell to the snow as he grasped Galadriel’s face in his hands, kissing her with a depth and purpose he couldn’t recall ever doing before. When he slid his tongue inside her mouth she moaned, pressing herself against the Southlander with every ounce of her immortal strength. They kissed as though their lives depended on it. Just like their lives had depended on each other on the raft. Neither of them would have ever admitted it but they had needed each other to survive then, and the same was true as they clung to each other now, the need to get closer as chaotic and strong as a storm upon the Sundering Seas.

The kiss softened for a moment as Galadriel’s hand caught in Halbrand’s hair, tugging until his head tipped back. He felt her breath hot on his neck and where he expected her lips to touch he felt words brush across the sensitive skin:

“You may refuse to be completely honest, Halbrand. But your secrets will be known to me with time.”

His eyes flew open, his breath catching between a whimper and a sob.

Then she was gone, her tracks in the snow already fading beneath fresh flurries.

“Do you want my blood, Galadriel? Am I just that damn hard to love?” He called after her, flushed and panting.

S for Secrets.

Stooping to pick up the S hook, Halbrand swore he heard the distant, hollow ringing of a single bell.

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Thank you for reading! The title is a line from Golden Age by Ethel Cain.

#i wrote this over a week while traveling by train in japan!#so it's a bit of a mess!#truly if you read this far I LOVE YOU #haladriel #otp: bind yourself to me #saurondriel #galadriel #halbrand #the rings of power #rings of power #fanfiction #lotr #tolkien #my writing #yule #winter

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months

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Good Morning, World.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #'Good Morning World' because to wwx the jiang household is what grounds him. It is his burrow and blanket.#The familiar soup and banter is his home. The familiar arguments and tension are also his home.#Notice how quickly he throws LWJ to the side once he has JC back in reach! 'He was so boring; I wish *you* were there!'#WWX is very quick to constantly remind himself that he fits within a very specific power structure and role.#He pushes boundaries but almost always only the boundaries that he knows he can push against.#Sitting here now and realizing that if WWX did take life more seriously and act more diligent he would totally usurp JC.#Because the contrast with Them (tm) is wwx is the one that gets in trouble and JC is the one that sticks to the rules.#That responsible appearance especially in contrast is the thin line that holds JC's self-esteem together.#And lets be fully honest. From JC's perspective the last week was also extremely intense and stressful.#It truly was a feat to travel so far so fast despite also being exhausted. Never knowing if it is all in vain.#JC said with his actions 'I would move mountains for you and dig through stone with my bare hands if it meant reaching you.'#and WWX said '[read]'#It's about wwx chronically asking 'why would someone care for me? I'm always tool to be used' than accepting that people love him.

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thefrogdalorian · 2 months

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A little love letter to Din Djarin writers... 🤍

I love that some of you write him as soft and gentle while others focus on the darker, harsher parts of his personality. I love that he can be both a quiet, kind man caring for his child or an intimidating, terrifying bounty hunter who is a lean, mean killing machine... depending on what the fic warrants.

I love how you write him with other characters from The Mandalorian or even with those who would never cross paths with him in canon, from Star Wars or elsewhere. I love how you write him interacting with yourselves and us, and some of you even create your own original characters to exist a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away alongside him.

I love that some of you ship him with that one other special person, while others recognise how desirable he is and ship alllllll the ships. Not forgetting those of you which are here for none of those ships and/or even headcanon him as ace. I love that any of those options allow you to explore your own identities and sexualities through him.

I love that you can write the most tooth-rotting fluff or filthiest smut, and all of those things in between. Whether it's for general audiences or explicit and strictly 18+ ... all of your fics have an audience and someone out there who appreciates your writing.

I love how differently you can interpret him, but there are also so many common themes and tropes running through your writing. I love that there is room for all of your Dins here.

I love that he means so much to you and that all of us here hold him in our hearts a little bit. I love that we can all watch the same episodes and come to entirely different conclusions about him. I love how much we love him.

Getting to be a part of this wonderful community and interact with so many people who love the space tin can man as much as I do has truly been one of the best things that happened to me recently. I'm so glad I made this little blog... It reminded me just how good fandom can be. I am blown away by the number of talented people here!

So, I just wanted to take a moment to express some gratitude towards all of you! Thank you for writing your Dins and please don't ever stop. Finally.... last, but not least:

I love Din Djarin!!!

#din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfic #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #i got a uhhhh not nice anon a couple of days ago lol and i'm not posting it here (truly speaking to the wall) but i didn't want to dwell on #that and instead spread some love around!!! because anyone who is brave enough to put their writing out there is amazing to me #and especially a character as well known and beloved as din... that's far more impressive than sending anon bs lol #anyway i truly mean it i don't read as much as i'd like to because my brain can't take it when i'm focused on my own stuff sometimes but #you all ROCK and i don't want anyone to ever feel like they don't or their din is 'wrong' or OOC bc truly only favreau writes him #100% in character bc he made him lmao. all fanfic is by definition ooc BUT THATS another rant for another time

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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Several times recently I've found myself making tea whilst listening to The Magnus Archives, and as a result I've developed a silly little headcanon...

I'm not sure if it's a nationwide thing, but certainly throughout my life I've experienced the weird stigma of having sugar in your tea. It's not direct or aggressive, but there always seems to be this vague notion that sweetening your tea makes you less strong, less manly. I rarely see men ask for sugar, and often observe an obvious proudness in teenage boys when they say "no sugar, thanks."

Picture Jonathan Sims, newly appointed archivist, worried he's not good enough, placed haphazardly in power of people who were very recently peers, and desperately trying to prove he's the right man for the job. Everything seems to be falling apart a bit, and he's not at all sure his assistants have any faith in him; he had to ask for a tape recorder because he couldn't get his laptop to work properly - that's embarrassing.

Now imagine Martin: office sweetheart, gets along with pretty much anyone, just moved to a new position working with two close friends, and the attractive guy from research is his boss (he's a bit rude and stuck up, but it's probably just the stress, right?). He's pretty comfortable! Aside from the occasional snide remark from Jon it is a good job, which is especially pleasing considering how he got to work at the institute in the first place.

Two opposing forces, as we all well know! But what's better at building bridges than a nice cup of tea? Martin makes a lot of tea, but I like to think he memorises how everyone takes theirs. Regardless, he has to ask at least once.

And so, kind, sweet, gentle Martin, his offer of a cup of tea promptly accepted, would have the misfortune of saying, "do you take that with sugar?" to an embarrassed, flustered Jon, who's trying desperately not to confront any romantic feelings he might have hidden away. The ensuing scoff and slightly too enthusiastic 'No! Thank you.' would be enough to remember that preference for a while.

As times go on, hundreds of cups of tea later, things get less tense between the pair, and Martin never has to revisit the question; but late one night, shortly before Jon is to leave for Great Yarmouth and Martin is to risk it all to take down Elias, Jon places a hand gently on Martin's shoulder and asks "Could I have a cup of tea?". Of course Martin says yes, it's the least he could do, but as he turns to go and make it, Jon calls out again. "With sugar, please."

Just a tiny vulnerability, but enough. By that point most of Jon's facade has been torn roughly away many times, but letting go of small points of pride often means more than non-deliberate actions. Having enough bravery to admit to liking something soft and sweet is harder than you'd think.

Maybe during those six months after, Martin would watch the sugar dissolve into his own tea with a painful melancholy, the sweetness a bitter memory.

#This is so much soppier than the stuff I usually write‚ but the mind wants what the mind wants 😌#I was planning to write this as fluff only but that's not where it wanted to go #But God. It's literally just like Peter Lukas said‚ cos they love eachother so much and so intensely #But how much do they ever really know about eachother? It shows how much they truly love eachother who who they are #But it also makes it so much more tragic that they loved eachother so much yet they never got to know everything about the other...#Anyways that's enough of that!#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #Jmart #Jonmartin #teaholding #tma headcanons #Fun fact I actually wrote this instead of writing case studies for real life because the only academia in my brain is tma...#Also if you read this far put in the tags how many sugars you take in your tea... I'm curious...#I'm a monster so I take 3 or just pour roughly that amount into the cup :/

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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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"I hope you told your brother how much you loved him, because you're probably never gonna see him again."

"..."

"Was that too dark?"

"YES!"

"Sorry."

#mario movie #mario move spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros #mario and luigi #super mario bros movie spoilers #cherrysip edits #i was gonna make a different gifset today but then i found that new trailer and WELL HERE WE ARE lol #TOAD SERIOUSLY CAN YOU READ THE ROOM HERE???????????#first time in the town was kinda funny second time was genuinely a bit upsetting to the point that i gasped when i heard the dialogue #mario would prefer you Do Not Say Things Like That!!!!!!!#he is no way shape or form emotionally prepared to grapple with the idea of his brother being dead or never being able to find him #that would end him. that would destroy him. he would truly not know how to go on. so that is just firmly Not a Possibility in his brain #(and now i made myself REALLY sad thinking about mario remembering this conversation a little later and wondering #when WAS the last time he told luigi he loved him????? he can't remember. he loves his brother more than anything and anyone #but he hasn't said it outloud in so long and the realization of that is extremely painful. there's some more angst for you!!!)#anyway this is just a compilation of all the significant scenes where mario and luigi are actually together we've seen so far and I CRY #also the brand-new one of them running through town!!! omg it's perfect #with mario doing unnecessary parkour and luigi just diligently jogging along on the outside and avoiding the mess #the characterization even in the tiniest moments like this is truly CHEF'S KISS #will be working on more gifsets because my brain just needs to stare at all this until the movie comes out lololol

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viperwhispered · 19 days

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Too Hard

Woop part 2 of the trip inside Jamil's head. Part 1 here.

The next time Jamil caught sight of you on campus, his first instinct was to turn around on his heel.

What a stupid thought to have because of you.

Besides, that would only make him more conspicuous, not less.

So, when your eyes met his, Jamil gave you a short nod in greeting. He would’ve left it at that and kept on his way, had you not walked up to him.

“Hi Jamil! How’s it going?” you said with that impossibly disarming smile of yours.

Why was it so difficult to look at you like he normally would? You had no right to make him feel so stiff, so unnatural.

On autopilot, Jamil exchanged a few pleasantries with you - those lessons from his parents had been instilled too deep in him for him to falter too badly in a simple exchange such as this. Still, Jamil quickly excused himself by telling you he still had to find Kalim before his next class.

Jamil didn’t miss the way your smile faltered. Had you hoped to get something out of him?

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you two later, then.”

Something about that irked him, though Jamil did not allow himself to dwell on it further.

His heart really had no business still racing as it did when he walked away, unaware of the frown on his face.

Just act normal. That’s all he needed to do.

After all, he had no time for dwelling in silly fancies.

If Jamil had been acutely aware of you before, it only seemed to worsen now that he was making a conscious effort to not act any differently with you. In fact, the harder he tried to keep you out, the more you invaded his thoughts, unsettling him.

The most innocuous words from you looped in his mind, and even the simplest actions caught his eye. For goodness's sake, he’d found himself staring at you while you were queueing up in the cafeteria the other day, not even doing anything other than standing around and looking bored!

For once, Jamil found himself grateful for all his duties. At least they provided him with something else to occupy himself with.

After all, if he was busy enough, it was difficult to think about those bright eyes of yours, your sweet laugh, or the way you bit your lip while thinking.

Still, sometimes it felt like no matter which way he turned, you were there, ready to throw him off-kilter. Not like it was his fault that often the most convenient route to class intersected with your daily routines. Or that your face seemed to jump out from any crowd, catching his attention.

Which certainly did not help his basketball performance. Jamil certainly did not recall you having such an interest in sports before, yet suddenly you were always there, distracting him. What had changed?

Could you possibly-

Jamil scoffed to himself, forcing his thoughts back on track for the nth time that day.

He picked up the tray of food and started taking it to Kalim. After dinner, he’d need to help Kalim with his homework, there were some housewarden tasks that would need dealing with, not to mention the preparations for the next-

Jamil froze in his tracks.

The voice he heard was quiet, but it was unmistakably you.

Really, it should not have come as such a surprise to him. You had become a rather frequent visitor to Scarabia, and Kalim often invited you to stay for meals. In fact, Jamil had started planning the dorm’s meal prep with your tastes and dietary restrictions in mind, just in case.

Jamil rounded the corner with strange exhilaration, his heart fluttering needlessly.

Yet, his mood evaporated when he saw you.

Why did you stop talking and look so guilty as soon as you caught sight of Jamil?

Jamil knew that look you gave to Kalim, had used it himself a thousand times. The one telling Kalim to keep quiet about something.

What could there possibly be that you would be comfortable sharing with Kalim, but not with him? That would give Kalim reason to sit so close to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder?

Jamil's mind raced with possibilities, yet could not settle for any single explanation.

He’d have to ask Kalim about it later.

Jamil gave you a short, polite greeting, his eyes lingering on you in an attempt to read what you were hiding.

“If I’d known you were coming over, I would’ve prepared something for you to eat as well,” Jamil said, already thinking about which parts of the dorm’s dinner to spruce up for you.

“Oh, no need, just figured I’d pop by. I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” you said, something sheepish about your expression.

As expected, Kalim asked you to stay and dine with them, and with just a bit more persuasion you agreed - though not before telling Jamil that he should join you too and have himself a breather.

And since Kalim agreed with you, Jamil soon found himself sharing a meal with you and Kalim. Yet, even as he sat down with the food, his mind raced.

Had you been getting particularly close to Kalim lately? But surely Jamil would’ve noticed such a thing. Maybe someone from the dorm had been giving you trouble? But if that was the case, then surely you could let Jamil know about it, too. Unless for some reason you did not want to? But if it was something that concerned Kalim, then sooner or later it was bound to concern Jamil, too.

All the while, Kalim was talking to you about this and that, the latest topic being the animals kept on the Asim estate.

“I’ve got some pictures, let me show you!” Kalim said with an excited grin.

Only, a thorough patting of his pockets and a look around confirmed that Kalim’s phone was nowhere to be seen.

Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. Where had Kalim left it this time?

Before Jamil even had the chance to say that he would handle it, Kalim sprinted off. Jamil hesitated for a moment, automatically halfway up from his seat, before he decided that leaving a guest unattended would be a worse offense than not helping out his master.

Jamil slumped back down with a sigh, mentally tracing the path Kalim took today, trying to recall the last time he saw Kalim handle his phone.

“Breathe. He’ll manage,” you said. There was the faintest of smiles on your lips, and Jamil could not decide if it was knowing or amused. Perhaps both.

Somehow, despite his frustration, Jamil’s own lips wanted to curl up too.

“Hmm. Maybe he will.”

Sure, Jamil could’ve called Kalim’s phone, to make it easier to find, but it was not that urgent, was it?

Jamil took another bite of his food, keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye.

How was his mind so empty and so buzzing at the same time?

“You know-”

“So-”

You looked at each other, both just as surprised that the other had spoken up at the same time.

Even your surprised look was so-

“You first,” Jamil said. The way you bit your lip... Jamil had to raise a cup to his lips, slowly sipping his drink.

“Just… Feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you be still, you know. Or exchanged more than two words with you,” you said. You were attempting a light, joking tone, yet it was quite clear there was more to it.

“You say that like it would be unusual for me to be busy.”

He was not prepared for the way your soft sigh tugged at his heartstrings.

“No. It is not.”

You were both quiet after, poking at your meals. Normally, Jamil would’ve cherished such a moment of peace, yet this particular silence between you two was decidedly awkward.

Where was your usual chatter? Why weren’t you looking at him like you usually did?

“If you’re worried about me, don’t. I’m fine,” Jamil said, some softness creeping into his tone despite his best intentions.

“That's what Kalim said too,” you said. Yet the way you looked at Jamil made it clear you were still skeptical.

Wait.

Had you clammed up earlier because it had been Jamil you had been talking about with Kalim? That Kalim had comforted you about?

The thought twisted his stomach into knots.

Hasdhfsdf the way I fought with that last scene I swear. I don't even want to know how many versions I went through, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted without rubbing it into your face or making it too veiled. The joys of trying to convey things through a limited pov. Hopefully it came out reasonably balanced in the end. Rip to all those sentences that were lovely on their own but didn’t work for the whole. Hopefully I can rehome y’all one day. I do have thoughts for part 3 and part x (might be some chapters between those two as well, who knows at this point), so maybe we'll see those at some point, too. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for future works, let me know! (Just be aware that sometimes I do also write nsfw, though you can certainly ask to be tagged only for particular kinds of works.)

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #ner writes #jamil definitely knows how to deal with his feels #also writing this is making me wonder how aware jamil is of his inner versus outer life #like he’s very aware of how he comes across because that’s what he’s been told to watch out for #but how well has he truly learned to understand himself and his own feelings wants etc?#(I mean as you can tell I’m assuming not very well)#originally this went to more of a “jamil hears just the wrong part of the conversation” route but #a) I kinda hate that trope especially when it’s dragged on beyond belief and #b) Kalim maybe doesn’t want to spill anyone’s secrets but he really is such an open book especially with Jamil so #also it’s not like jamil needs the extra help to catastrophize he already does that well enough on his own 🙃#tho then I went a little too far in the other direction and had to pull back #but let's just hope I didn't edit this to death by now #also also: since I seem to have a bit of a naming theme going on for this series #if I were to be the sort to go for the angst route what part would definitely be titled Too Late or something along those lines #also x3 but loved folks commenting on that part about reader being inoffensive in the first part #I certainly had fun writing that line #(and in general extra love to everyone who leaves comments on tags replies wherever always great to read those)#(and in general chat with y'all)

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luck-of-the-drawings · 3 months

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OOH YEAH BABY! PARTY TIME BABY! MUSIC! DRINKS! SOCIAL PRESSURE & A PSYCHEDELIC BREAK DOWN! WELCOME TO VAMPIRE SOCIETY MOTHERFUCKER! ARE YOU SCARED? DO YOU UNDERSTAND YET? ITS OKAY IF NOT. FIRE DISSOLVED IT! ITS ALL GONE NOW. HAVE FUN!

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #jrwi suckening spoilers #RRAAHH IM IN LOVE WITH THIS SHOW SOOO GOODDAMN MUCH!! each o these characters has STOLEN my HEART!!!#LIKE EMIZEEELLL i love emizel so much.. runnin around announcing that HE isa PRINCE while shiloh FINALLY quietly clicks the pieces together #nathan hanover you MADMAN!!! that slow dramatic guitar riff as emizel makes that announcement was so fuckin COOL UGHHHH #MR HANOVER DOES IT AGAIN just creating tracks that absoultely WORM into my MIND and HHEAARRT UUGHHGHH #emizel is so cool and so funny and so adorable UUGHH ill gush abt him more when i finally post my emizel n soda doodle page #ARTHUR FUCKING BENNET. i totally get why grizz has a hard time playing him. hes cool and stoic n its not easy to play a man o little words #BUT BBOOOY DOES HE DO IT WELL!! arthur DOES come off as so stoic n cool & it just makes his lil misfortunes all the more charming #like falling into the red fear or confrontin edward twilight or accidentally doing lsd. I LOVE THATS HES THE BAD LUCK GUY.#okay uhhu uhh i have limited room here what else should i say uhh. THE NPCS. MY GOD THE NPCS. CHARLIE U WONDERFUL MADMAN #edward twilight is SUCH a funny fucking antagonist. and supposedly his magic stuff is super scary?? SO EXCITED TO SEE MORE OF THAT #ill ramble abt mr deacon keller later eheh i have a. uh. a doodle page in the works. so in the meantime DAYBRINGER SOLOMON!!#“HERE COMES THE SUN MOTHERFUCKER!” “ILL SEE YOU IN HELL. NOT. IM GOING TO HEAVEN. BITCH.” like come on now. oh my god. i need him #BIG POWERFUL BEAST AND EVERY WORD HE SAYS HAS ME CRACKING UP. THE MUFFLED VOICE IN THE DARK BROKEN BY “LIGHT!”#TRULY HILARIOUS AND YET TRULY HORRIFYING. I FUCKIN LOVE CHARLIE NPCS SO MUCH. I HOPE WE SEE HIM AGAIN OHH MY GOOOODDD #OKAYokay. im normal now. ill talk abt the piece. if u read my tags this far then u get special secret knowledge abt the artistic process #IM VERY HAPPY WITH MY COLORS! i know they were hallucinating on drugs so i just recalled the times i did drugs & used that as my influence #REMEMBER KIDS! acid is totally fine if ur safe and responsible about it. do acid and then stare at my art for a bit trrruuust me. IT MOVES!#anyway i think thats all my thoughts here. thank you for looking at my art n thanku if ur one o the ppl that says nice things in the tags #U are LITERLY my life blood i pick up each of u n kiss u so sweetly on the head. remember to try acid!!!!

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just-late-roman-republic-things · 6 months

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Funniest things in Roma soy yo so far:

Sulla is the evilest man in the world even though we haven't seen him march on Rome or do anything else bad yet. He's just a bit catty with Marius. But that makes him eeeevil!

The optimates being presented as an organized political faction instead of the bickering tangle of ferrets they were 95% of the time.

The author trying really hard to portray Marius as a father figure/role model for Caesar, and to make this make sense the author has apparently yeeted Marius' real son from the narrative

Is Marius the Younger just hiding? Will he show up later to make a fool of himself when Sulla comes back? Is this actually an AU where Marius was infertile?? It's a mystery!

Marius still manages to be a terrible influence who drinks way too much wine and antagonizes the Senate on purpose

The author conveniently skipping over the Social War because Sulla outperformed Marius there

Sertorius does not get paid enough to deal with Marius' shit

So far there is more chemistry between Caesar and Labienus than between Caesar and his own wife. If Posteguillo manages to make me start shipping Caesar with something other than his own ego, I am going to throw something.

#i just can't see caesar as truly in love with anyone but himself #or maybe with *his* vision for rome if you want to be generous #i do really like posteguillo's cornelia and labienus so far tho #jlrrt reads #roma soy yo #santiago posteguillo

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lovinnelily · 4 months

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Y'all do know you can't make Jason be NOT white without changing his whole character, right?

For other characters, yes, because their physical appearance are not that influential in their story, on how they are viewed by people, on their personality formation — you can have a black/asian/indigenous/arab/brown/latino/etc Nico and yes, the hate he gets will have a undertone of racism but at the same time nothing significant on his story, motivation or personality will need to change. This is also true for other characters: Clarisse risks repeating the "aggressive WoC" stereotype but the character itself doesn't change.

This isn't true for Jason, whose main character trait is how he is perceived by others and how he showcases himself to others based on that perception. (specially with how little effort Riordan put on him besides making him perfect-er Percy who's somehow also weaker and less important than him).

Let's not pretend a black, Arab, indigenous, Asian, Latin man, etc, in the USA would ever be treated with the universal reverence Jason gets from New Roma, you can't have the illusion of perfection and most of all, of invincibility they have about him when you see him suffering racism or xenophobia in the middle of a mission. Nothing in his life has ever gone wrong, that's his image, destined to be king, he is supposed to have no weakness on his peers eyes.

He is not trying to prove people wrong, he is trying to prove them right; he isn't worthy despite their prejudice, on the contrary, he only tried to make himself worthy to fulfill their expectations. He can't be a woman or an immigrant or have a visible disability or any other thing that strays him from a perfect ideal by western society standards, and be that same character.

#Different from the other white character in the series he was never questioned or doubted #There's a presumption of perfection with no exceptions that society doesn't give to us (women poc immigrants visible minorities in general)#His privilege (handsome white man with no visible disability son of Zeus etc) also prevented anyone from worrying for his well being #This illusion/expectation of him having no weakness/being untouchable pushes himself too far and clouds his judgment.#I headcanon he didn't even consider the possibility of myopia because that wouldn't fit Jason Grace Son of Jupiter so it wasn't an option #And you think it'd be the same character after facing racism? Because ain't no way he'd be praetor without going through racism #I think I'd love him nonetheless since I'm very weak to the whole golden boy tearing himself to save the world but it'd be a new character #jason grace #I know racism in USA is different from here but I know how different a “non-racist” white person treats me and treats my white friends #Also for him to not be an entirely different character if PoC would be incredibly disrespectful and racist on its own #It would fail to recognize the difference in how we are read (and written). I hate that a lot.#I remember that when Cody told Brandi “I see no color” she told him “then you don't see me” and that's so fucking striking #We ARE different. treated differently. if you act like you don't see it then you also turn a blind eye to the violence that comes from it #This is straying from my point I got a bit heated banalization of things I care about usually does that to me #Point is please don't change Jason on the very few things that man actually bothered writing about him #I actually think this is true about Octavian too. A lot of what he is allowed to do would not be possible if he weren't a white man.#Same for Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I mean you can work around making her poc but it will truly be pushing A LOT #Let's put it this way: a woc doing a street performance is perceived very differently from a white woman doing a street performance.#Specially in the eyes of cops #Pjo

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storm-of-feathers · 6 months

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damn why did i stop being an alcoholic being drunk rules actually i dont feel a single OUNCE of my burdens. i just feel the wine. and its pink.

#this post is mostly a joke OBVIOUSLY i dont wanrt to be a True Alcoholic again #ive been sober #(in the definition that i dont consider myself addicted - not in the definition of complete abstinence)#since 2018. and its been very good for me obviously #but damn i gotta remember that alcohol exists and i have some if i ever truly need to unwind #bc like. yk. i have a lot of trouble unwinding #i used to have this uhh #one of my grandmothers brothers. idk the word.#he always said that the world was so bright and loud and sharp. except for when he drank.#dgmw. i do think autism runs on my dads side #(and thats cool!! bc it proves autism isnt just a white thing!!!!! something thats unfortunately a popular belief :/)#but i think there was def a genetic susceptibility to it on my moms side too #like ofc i was going to be autistic!! look at my family!!!#which is interesting bc as far as anyone can tell my only biological sibling isnt autistic #i have two Additional siblings but thats a longer story. but i love them both just as much as my biological sib #i love having lots of siblings by choice #so many of my younger friends have said im like an older brother they need #and i love that tbh. i love that i get to be something i desperately needed when i was a terrified teenager #n e ways. if u read this far thank you its just wine drunk ramblings.#WHO want to run in the forest naked with me

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meownotgood · 26 days

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how do you write so well ? can you give us any tips for anyone who wants to start writing fics ? :)

-anon from France (･ิω･ิ)

of course!!! I'm not gonna lie.... I wing a lot of stuff when I'm writing so I may not be the best at giving very solid advice 😭 but, I will share some tips that helped me, and maybe they can help you too!

practice! def the most obvious one, the more you write the more you'll be able to improve. but practice isn't just writing, you can improve so much more by reading as well. or even watching a show or playing a game, indulging in a story you really love, you can learn much from that story to improve your own writings as well

write like shit! I heard the phrase, "write drunk, edit sober" a little while ago, and it's so perfect to how I feel about the writing process. just write whatever ideas you have, don't stress about your first draft not being good, or not what you'd like. no one can write perfectly on the first try, that's where editing comes in, to smooth out wrinkles and make everything nice. it is perfectly okay if you can only write a simple outline right now because you can come back and make it beautiful. write "lol I don't know what to put here" and come back while editing, put "insert romantic scene here" and continue. and seriously, don't be afraid to write something that's "bad" or "cringe" because nobody will read your first draft but you! just speak from your heart and your head will take it from there! and if you write something you really don't like, you're under no obligation to let anyone see it. writing a bunch of crap is a part of the process. you can never improve if you put yourself down, and don't allow yourself someplace to start

find your own flow! everyone writes different, some environments might work better for you and some might not. some people write while listening to music because it helps, I cannot because my brain would turn pickled. some can write thousands of words per day, some can only write 100. do what is best for you, try different things to learn where your best flow state is. don't push yourself to write when you don't want to or more than you can, your best work will come when you are most comfortable.

write what you want! write the story you want to read. writing is hard, it's often frustrating, but the story you want to tell is something only you can do, that's why no one has told it yet. enjoy the process as much as you can, the bad and the good!

#also this is a more specific tip #but the way I write is like #I warm up first with something small or by reading #to get my brain in a good mode #and then I edit first and then continue writing #editing gives my brain some building blocks to work off of #and I feel better about what I'm putting down #when I can see what I've already made and how far I've come #truly just practicing and never giving up is the best tip I can give you #even when your brain isn't working and you feel like you hate what you're making #don't give up or say you can't do it #I've been writing my entire life #and when I was young I used to hate that tip. 'just practice'#it's very frustrating to face at times #it's okay to be frustrated #but one day you will see how far you've come and be glad you never gave up #not sure if this will help but.... this is what I've got lol #love you anon!!! I'm rooting for you!#ask mags

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dreamaboutwhathappens · 2 months

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okay posting this now because i feel like the surprise song combo was so intentional and i hope we get to hear more about it on ttpd !! the getaway car/august/other side of the door mashup got my gears turning and now i can’t get them to stop.

the common thread between those three songs is the third party — i wanted leave him i needed a reason, you weren’t mine to lose, was she worth this? — and i know that basically ever since the breakup people have wondered if joe cheated, and this seemed like it could have confirmed it. while i definitely see the evidence for that, it hasn’t quite seemed like the right fit to me, and after this surprise song combo i finally figured out why. i don’t think that the third party she was singing about in melbourne was an actual person, but the idea of a person.

a huge theme on midnights is what led her to being who she is now. she is both the anti-hero and bejeweled, a mastermind and the unreliable narrator in dead reader… there are so many different versions of herself. clearly she was contemplating these different versions and the implications of being each of them.

a huge theme in gothic literature are characters that are not present in the setting, but the idea of them and what they would do is so strong that they end up influencing the story anyways. this happens in rebecca, the novel that inspired tolerate it, where the main character is haunted by living in the glorious shadow that rebecca cast, an impossible standard to live up to, despite the fact that rebecca died and actually, crucially, wasn’t as great as everyone made her out to be. but it doesn’t matter that she wasn’t that great or that she’s never actually there to be truly compared to because it’s the IDEA of rebecca that’s so powerful. it’s the GHOST that haunts the narrative.

and i wonder if that was part of what drove taylor and joe apart? not an actual ~other woman~ but the idea of who taylor could have been instead. all of the other versions of herself she contemplated on midnights. the third party she seemed to be singing about. even on other albums, before this, she’s contemplated what version of herself could be loved — “i’ve been the archer, i’ve been the prey, who could ever leave me darling but who could stay?” i wonder if there was an idea of taylor (a taylor that isn’t “too big to hang out”) that was so palpable, so real, that it ended up taking up the space of another person and haunting their narrative anyways? because, like the main character in rebecca, how could she live up to the idea of a perfect life?

basically: how can you say that you love someone you can’t tell has died? did you love the real me or the version of me in your head that perfectly fit into your world?

#it’s like in wuthering heights after catherine dies and heathcliff begs to be haunted by her #like. they could have been together when she was alive. but the ghost of her is far more powerful than the real woman ever was.#because it’s the IDEA of love and happiness and a perfect life. and that idea can’t be touched!#and a real human person can’t live up to that!! that’s what happens to the main character in rebecca and to heathcliff!#like yeah it would be great if we had no problems and had the exact same interests and wants and didnt have to compromise on anything #but a real human being will never be like that. and we know taylor swift is midnight rain #she does not want it comfortable. she wants to roll up her sleeves and attack the hard things #but how can you attack or dissect or truly understand the idealized version of you living in someone’s head?#when that version of you doesn’t want what you want or have the same fragile human feelings you do?#much to think about. both rebecca and wurhering heights were books i GREATLY enjoyed.#i could be reading into nothing here but dont worry. thats never stopped me before!#taylor swift #ttpd #eras tour #random thoughts with grace

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