the real problem with The Silmarillion is that the creative sandbox is SO big, from the literal world map to the many-millennia timeline to the characters who are half historical figure constructed from 6 different half-contradictory drafts, half mythical archetype, and don’t even get me STARTED on the theological philosophy… that there is NO chance anyone else will remotely properly write the fic in your head. In other fandoms, I can be pretty sure that at least the people in the carefully chosen 12-person discord server I belong to all have the same fic in their heads that we jammed together at 2am, with the same interpretations of character and theme which we’ve debated and discussed at length. But The Silmarillion? You can spend 3 hours discussing a single character in like a 5-year period and walk away completely happy with shared headcanons BUT SIMULTANEOUSLY certain that their interpretation of the character is fundamentally different than yours, such that any fic they write would suffer from notable if not severe “he would not fucking say that” disorder…and that both your and their interpretations are completely reasonable reads of the text, so you can’t even be mad.
So you HAVE to write ALL your own fic or it’s AGONIZING.
I kinda have a parallel between the trio with each having been heavily affected by death(s) in the past that left a lingering mark on them to the present (Alex with his parents, Josie and her family), but I'm not sure if I've mentioned Jamie's situation on here....
I think I mentioned at one point, that when they were younger an illness hit the orphanage they were at (an unfortunately Very common thing that happened in the past). A lot of people never recovered, including one of the only friends Jamie had at the place. They linger still with survivors guilt with the experience, despite be quite young at the time and only having fragmented memories of what happened.
sometimes i feel like i'm going insane reading some of the takes y'all have on this website. you all do realize that the holocaust happened because of white supremacy. right? jews are not exempt from oppression from white supremacists. we don't.... benefit??? from white supremacy. you can argue about the role race plays in the support of israel by major world powers without saying that jews are supported by white supremacy?????
hello! i got an email saying my charms would ship on the 29th but it still says that it's pre-shipment and has been waiting for the item since then. is this normal?
Hello!
I printed all of the shipping labels on the same day to pack them in batches, but there were some delays with items that were supposed to arrive on the 1st, so I had to put packing and shipping on hold until they arrived last weekend~this monday :'>
I sent out all of the remaining orders out today, so your tracking number should update in a day or so!
Thank you for your patience!
So you choose not to step through the door, after all why mess with nonsense when you're already in nonsense? You check the items in your pockets, your phone you shut off to conserve power, the dog tag, key and top clink together but offer no help, and when you fiddle with the walkie-talkie you manage to get it to turn on, excitedly you call out to the void but only static responds, which is disappointing but predictable, so you put the items away and hunker down for the night, looking at the sky you can see that the stars seem strange, though you're no expert, and the moon seems to have a second smaller moon near it which looks pretty cool but is a stark reminder of how not on your own world your predicament has landed you.
In the morning you begin looking through the nearby bushes and plant life taking note of anything strange, you notice the berries you had been picking before you stepped through the door are also growing around here, they look and taste the same, and some other plants seem pretty similar to the forest from before as well, although the further away from the door you go the more unfamiliar plants you come across (of course that may just be your lack of familiarity with plants) and the few animals you have noticed are bizarre in a way that you can't explain, like the people from town, they seem almost perfectly familiar, just a little off and the noises they make have you thinking they wouldn't be able to communicate with their counterparts either, brushing aside another branch you come across a strange funnel made of metal which you pocket and what looks to be a regular whistle, you wipe it down and blow but hear nothing aside from the air going through, you consider it is either broken or maybe a dog whistle, as you go to put it away you hear something big running in your direction, before you can decide how to react a large creature storms out of the bushes and stops in the clearing before you, it's huge as a horse with paws and sharp teeth it licks as it looks around and spots you, it shakes its head again reminding you of a horse, then steps closer before turning and staring expectantly, you get the feeling it's waiting on you, impatiently, and you realize it seems to expect you to get on its back. Do you get on?
PLEASE I need a football au Steve like a safety or a corner and he’s super fast and Eddie does sports photography cause it pays the bills ya know? Anyway Steve is covering a receiver and tackles him and they stumble through the sideline and he lands on top of Eddie. And Steve’s like omfg I’m so fucking sorry but he has to get back to the game. And Eddie’s shook up but he’s like omfg that guy was so fucking hot. After the game Steve gets his name and shows up at his apartment and Eddie’s like omg and Steve’s like listen I’m so sorry I want to make sure you’re okay and Eddie’s like yeah the trainers checked me out I’m fine. And then Steve’s like trying not to leave and then he’s like… can I tell you a secret?
figuring out my weird digital art block the night before to now being a bit antsy and impatient to get back home because of how badly I wanna drown myself in my drawings
Like, you don’t wanna do something, or you feel antsy because you’ve socialized too much, but saying no or leaving feels rude or might make the other person mad or feel bad, so you gotta sit there just dying inside-
OOC// What are some things that make Roman feel sad?
Few things make Roman Sionis feel sad. Years ago, it might have been a different story; he was a very lonely child for the most part whose parents made it crystal clear to him how unwanted he was, how much harder he made their lives and berated him constantly for how he couldn’t even begin to live up to their lofty expectations. It wasn’t much better elsewhere; Roman had few friends even amongst the other children of Gotham’s upper class families, a little too ‘odd’ and cursed with no filter to be able to truly fit in.
Fortunately there were a few positive influences during this time. A few employees hired to take care of the family household and chores treated Roman well enough, caring more about the child than his own parents did. It was the chauffeur who realized he’d gone missing during one particular party and ventured out into the forest to bring him back when he’d been bitten by a rabid raccoon, though had been threatened by Mr. and Mrs. Sionis to not speak about the incident or else lose her job.
Receiving so little genuine consideration throughout his life has long since burnt out Roman’s ability to feel sadness, because if nobody ever felt sorry for him then why the fuck should he feel the same about anything (or anyone) else? He’s older now, capable of looking after himself and everything he’s got is entirely his own doing. He doesn’t need empathy, to give or receive and frankly, such feelings are only weaknesses to exploit in Gotham’s crime-ridden underbelly where everybody’s out to get you.
On rare occasions, Roman will notice a child who is not happy, clearly not loved or cared for by their parent/s at all. It’s a stark reminder as to how he once was, a haunting memory of how he’d once been and had nobody in his corner. For the briefest of moments he’ll feel the sharp, painful sting of sadness, memories of times he’d thought he’d long since gotten over... until familiar rage overcomes him, wanting nothing more than to -lash out- at the closest thing.
To Roman, anger is much more familiar and preferrable to grief.