#yavieriel

[anghraine]

yavieriel replied to this post:

I feel like it's an incoherent argument because what they really want to say is "people who are vocal about only reading fanfic are annoying" but they misidentify the cause. Like I think people that only read YA novels are annoying and also I don't like most post-Harry Potter YA, and I think a lot of those people would benefit by diversifying their reading... but when you're annoyed, "oh my god please read a real book" is a snappy put-down.

I partly agree, but I think it goes one step beyond that (at least in the discourse I've seen about it).

People often don't stop at the (unnecessary and inconsistent) snappy put-down. That is, they don't seem to just want to express their annoyance at other people's reading habits (why they think it's their business is beyond me, but w/e). The posts about it keep trying to come up with some serious justification for their writers' annoyance, reasons why it arises out of something higher than personal taste (the importance of reading original work however poorly defined, or reading traditionally published work, or whatever).

So it's like ... People Who Only Read Fanfic Being Annoying on the Internet has to represent a serious social problem. You end up at "reading the kind of stuff I like is actually important to proper intellectual development and developing sophisticated taste" etc etc. But tbh the arguments are so bad that to me it just reads as "I find y'all cringe and I'm going to make it your problem."

#anghraine babbles #yavieriel #respuestas #fanfiction #general fanwank #i'll admit that i was actually thinking about the overlap with grandstanding about the social evils of only reading ya #the arguments are a bit different but the concern trolling dynamic is pretty obviously similar

[mechadress]

England

#London #Birmingham #travel #vacation #uk #traveling with friends #traveling to see friends #it was so good to see you yavieriel! #glad you are doing well

[undercat-overdog]

@tobermoriansass tagged me for a tidbit tuesday, sharing a bit of writing: thank you! 💙

I've been trying to get back into writing, working on Shall these Bones Live, a porny AU outtake for the same that's not not vore-adjacent, and the occasional passage in the unhappy ending, so:

“I love you,” Celebrimbor cried. “I love you, I love you—”

Sauron looked at him, eyes brighter than the sun. But even as he opened his mouth, even as Celebrimbor reached out desperately, he was swallowed by the darkness.

It engulfed him, but there was a flash of gold light, so bright Celebrimbor’s eyes burned, and the hole in reality imploded; it fell in on itself, or was pulled into itself, till it was the size of a grain of sand, then with a loud painful sound and a wave of pressure that threw Celebrimbor back, it was nothing.

Annatar was gone.

Tagging @lulukeskywalker, @yavieriel, and @herenortherenearnorfar if you want - but please no pressure! 💙

#my fic #meme #for a variety of reasons i've felt a fair bit of negative emotionality around fic/writing fic over the past year-ish #but am trying to move past that and recall the joy i used to feel at creating something #and now to re-log off of tumblr but first an evil boop to each and every one of you!

[yavieriel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ingwë Ingweron/Manwë Súlimo Characters: Manwë Súlimo, Ingwë Ingweron Summary:

When he had first arrived in Valinor, the golden light had called to him, beckoned him forward; he drank it in like the sweetest fresh water, or the richest honey. Ancient eyes gazed on him with newly-kindled wonder. He laughed and tossed his head, rolling to sprawl on his back and gaze up into the lattice of gold-lit branches, drenched by the golden dew.

#my fic #Silmarillion fic #manwe #Ingwe #Manwe/Ingwe #Valar #Vanyar

[child-of-hurin]

my love @kareenvorbarra tagged me to share 5 books read since September that I have loved.

Clarimonde (La Morte Amoureuse), Téophile Gautier -- I don't have a single criticism to make about this book :) A wonderful read, I especially loved the execution of the part where the protagonist doesn't know which life is real and which is a dream. I listened to the old Brazilian Portuguese translation available on the Conto um Conto podcast feed and thought it was excellent, e uma amiga leu a belíssima edição da editora Wish e também elogiou bastante -- fica a dica pros lusófonos daqui :)

Le Cycle de la Belle Dame sans Mercy, David Hult & Joan McRae -- It's an anthology of poems and/or contemporary literary endeavors related to La Belle Dame sans Mercy (Alain Chartier), and it's very interesting, and a lot of fun to read, even if sometimes one can't help the exasperation at how much our titular character has to go through for the crime of... being the object of an extremely insistent suitor's obsession :P It's really interesting to see the ways in which many different readers reacted to it though, and a nice contrast to the Roman de la rose that I had just finished. And the poetry itself is lovely -- I wish there was audio or video available of someone reading it out loud, but if there is, I can't seem to find it :'(

Antes do Baile Verde, Lygia Fagundes Telles -- A collection of short stories, I think most of them are available individually in English but the collection itself doesn't seem to have ever been translated into this language. I recently got obsessed with The Hunt (one of the stories), and after listening to every single recording of it I could find, I decided to read it for myself, and ended up reading the whole book, and it's really excellent, I love the way she builds and holds (and almost never resolves) the tension... One of my favorite short story writers ^^

Vita Nostra, Marina and Sergey Dyachenko -- I LOOOOOVED this book, so much that I do not know how to talk about it. I loved it and I haven't stopped thinking about it since I finished reading it. I am on the verge of rereading it though I know I should wait longer... Anyway if anyone has read insightful conversation/reviews of this book that go beyond praising it, please let me know, I'm very interested!

The Obelisk Gate, N.K. Jemisin -- It's such a wonderful experience to read an author who has both a vision and the technical skill to pull it off! My favorite thing about this specific volume were the visuals, I really think they were incredible. I have already forgotten parts of the plot, but I think I remember vividly every single scene with a stone-eater. I'm also sooo pleased by the way she looks at greater social power structures! Been A WHILE since I read original setting fantasy with an actual spine. TBH I was 100% burned out on that specific genre for a while and The Fifth Season is what brought me back. On the side of things I didn't like, there are a couple (that "magic" vocabulary scene was genuinely cringe imo...), but mostly I wish there was more commonplace tenderness, both in-narrative and on a meta level. If it wasn't for Hoa as a narrative element, this book would be unreadable (to me ofc).

Tag uuuh @ourlightsinvain @imindhowwelayinjune @thelioninmybed @bamboocounting @vardasvapors @anghraine @yavieriel @medievalcat @seagodofmagic @hadrianspaywall @nelyafinwe (are you in the room with us giulia...) @hoeratius & anyone else who feels like doing it :)

#I wrote and deleted two other books bc I kept forgetting this was only about books I loved #:p #i also tried to avoid rereads of books i already liked #runner up: i am the monster who speaks to you by paul b. preciado #just listened to the original talk on youtube the other day #it's excellent #but idk if it's available in eng #meme #realizing i haven't read a lot of non-fiction lately

[forerussake]

8 shows to get to know me

I was tagged by the wonderful @the-marron <33

Okay so things like this always make me instantly forget every show i’ve ever seen in my life, but I tried

1. Guardian

2. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

3. Merlin

4. Lucifer

5. Dominion

6. The King’s Avatar

7. The Uncanny Counter

8. The Rebel

Tagging: @pangzi @omaenanimonoda @programmedradly @lunarriviera @lucientelrunya @scaredysap @cuterocks @psychic-waffles @mjsakurea @stupid-lemon-eater @phantomhydeoftheopera @elenothar @baiyubai @lynne-monstr @aredhel-of-doylkien @thedaughterofshadows @yavieriel if you want!!

#tagged

[warrioreowynofrohan]

I have finally posted the start of my multichapter Maglor-returns-to-Valinor fic!

The first chapter is new, and happens in Valinor between Elrond, Galadriel, Elwing, Eärendil, and Elurín.

The second chapter is the same content as "The Castaway", which I always envisioned as part of this fic but initially wrote as a one-shot because I didn't have the first chapter together yet. So if you've already read "The Castaway," there's no new material in Chapter 2.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41204535/chapters/103296399

Many thanks to @arrivisting, @yavieriel and @simaethae for reviewing/betaing various early drafts and portions of this fic! I don't think I'd ever have managed to get it posted without you! (Reviews were for content rather than grammar/spelling/punctuation - all the typos are my own fault.)

#tolkien #the silmarillion #the lord of the rings #fanfic #maglor #elrond #earendil #elwing #elurin #galadriel #legolas #gimli #eärendil

[avantegarda]

I don’t have any pets but here is yavieriel’s lovely cat.

a wee creature!

[kareenvorbarra]

@chthonic-cassandra tagged me to share 5 books read since September that I have loved. I have...not read five books since September because I spent most of the second half of the year rereading scenes from Thick as Thieves, so these are from all of 2022:

Thick as Thieves by Megan Whalen Turner - definitely my top book of 2022! I read it in March I think? and I still think about it pretty much every day. also i've written tens of thousands of words of fanfic about it and i'm nowhere near done with that, which is still very exciting.

The Return of the Thief by Megan Whalen Turner - it didn't consume my waking thoughts for months the way Thick as Thieves did, but I still really enjoyed it. I loved the way Pheris' personal story was interwoven with scenes he wasn't present for and occasional references to the future, and I liked how much attention was paid to side characters (even if I still wish there had been more women in the book overall).

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, translated by Anne Carson - i've never actually sat down and read Sappho before, and i really enjoyed this version! i found the translations themselves beautiful, and i also had a great time reading the notes and learning a little more about Sappho herself and the ways in which fragments of her poetry survived.

Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta - Anna recommended this to me and it took me a long time to get through it because i spent so much time writing this year, but once i hit a certain point in the action i did get hooked. it has a big cast of characters who are all endearing and interesting in their own ways, and even though the world-building felt a little flat at times it seems like the wider setting will be more fleshed-out in the sequels, which i definitely plan to read.

The Odyssey, translated by Emily Wilson - my first time reading this translation! i hadn't read the Odyssey in it's entirety since I read the Fagles translation for an English class when I was 14, and I have a lot more context for the story now, so revisiting it was very fun. i also loved Wilson's introduction and the perspective she brought to the translation, particularly the added clarity of language re: slavery (because I remember being 14 and not knowing whether or not certain characters were enslaved, and not having any way to find out!)

tagging @elwing, @wizardysseus, @imindhowwelayinjune, @vardasvapors, @veliseraptor, @yavieriel

#meme response #i did not read much in 2022 compared to the couple of years before that but i wrote WAY more #so it's not like i had a creatively unfulfilling year or anything #i would like to try to read more this year though

[absynthe--minded]

in response to this post, @yavieriel said

and all I can say is I know and I’m speechless

like

damn, Anairë, what kind of choice is that? this is Aegamloth/Egalmoth (“sharply-upturning flower”) levels of Potentially Horny Naming and I’m kind of. Wow. What even. (I’m choosing to believe the name has a legitimate philosophical meaning and it’s not just. that. on its own. I am Choosing This, my innocence will remain intact.)

that being said knowing Írissë she’s probably more than happy to crack all the jokes first.

#replies #yavieriel #tolkien #írissë #quenyaposting

[vardasvapors]

yavieriel replied to your post “tumblr and twitter really strengthens my wish that more american high...”

as someone who has taught grade school, teenagers would manage to learn absolutely nothing from it. I never managed to stop being astonished by how students completely fail to connect anything taught in class to their actual lives, no matter how hard teachers try.

i def don’t mean this to be rude, but i’ve got to say.....this makes no sense to me? you were a teenager once, and you understand it? i was a teenager once, and i understand it? tons of adults i know and see around were teenagers once, and they understand it? like.....how did you come to understand it? how did they come to understand it? even if maybe it takes several years for it to percolate through and connect to their own life, that’s fine.

also -- i’m not a teacher, but i was once a high school student. i was a peer tutor and i was in study groups. and what i remember from that is that what students demonstrate understanding of in class is very different than what is going on in the privacy of their minds. lots of students resent the intimacy invited by teachers in assignments/participation/etc. lots of students would never expose the vulnerability or unpopularity of their own thoughts in front of their peers, or in front of teachers they sense don’t respect them. and most of all, in a system where grading is based on the percentage of non-mistakes/non-room-for-improvement they make, students really, really, do not want to risk writing essays and stuff about something they’re actually struggling to understand in their mind and don’t have a perfect handle on. they would much, much, much rather write about something that they understand (or rather, think they understand) perfectly, to minimize stumblings as much as possible, even if that’s merely going from a C to a C+

#yavieriel

[anghraine]

elwing replied to this post:

Elros wife!!

yavieriel said:

I do love your headcanon for Elros' wife!

Oh, thank you! I'm very attached to Ithíriel, so I do really appreciate it :)

(And I did not expect the OFC fic scrap with offscreen Elros was the one I'd get responses about, haha)

#anghraine babbles #respuestas #yavieriel #userelwing #ithíriel #legendarium blogging

[squirrelwrangler]

yavieriel replied to your post: I did not add any lines that mentions gwindor’s...

Why would you avoid foreshadowing angst, isn’t that like half the point of this fandom?

I have a point of critical mass where I have to veer into bittersweet angst- or veer from the angst into fluff. And actually, I wrote that ficlet as a change to try not to repeat myself too much and not do that patented ‘subtle call-forward to tragedy~~’ ...it was hard.

#yavieriel

[whetstonefires]

yavieriel replied to your post:

even darker silmarillion au idea

all wrangling about technicalities of exact interpretation aside, I would 100000% read fic about returned Feanor murdering Maglor for the Silmaril and then sitting their singing to his Silmaril over the dead body of the last of his children

O_O I feel so fantastically outdone. That specificity makes it 10000% more horrible, congrats!

For the timing of that to even work, Feanor would have to arrive in time to see Maglor about to throw it away.  The scenario would have to be something like--ooh, his life-force was tied to the Silmarils, maybe his ghost has been orbiting Morgoth’s crown for five hundred years....

You know what, challenge accepted.

-------

He breathed air again, and almost choked on it.

It had been a long time. He would not have gotten something as important as lungs wrong, would he? He’d had only a single corpse to work with, for raw materials. He had not spent as much time as he should have studying living things, when he had been among the living. The torture chambers of Angband had been good for demonstrations of practical anatomy, if nothing else, but lungs you could see were by definition not working properly.

His hands looked right. And his hair. But then, he knew what they should look like. They probably shouldn’t be shaking. He groped for the sword at his side--not a good one, the one the nis he’d used for parts had died with. Sharp enough. The solidity of the hilt helped.

He couldn’t stay here. It was too far.

Fëanáro made his way seaward along the shale, picking his steps carefully. It had been a long time since he had to worry about slipping. Part of him welcomed it--weight, and motion, the pressure of the wind, the smell of the sea. The rest was consumed with a frantic hunger, the need to move, to close the distance to himself, for he was incomplete, his spirit screaming with it.

His breath came sharper even as the pain eased, a little, as he crested the hill and was struck by the light of his Silmarils.

It was not so very bright, under the yellow Sun, and yet it was all he could see.

Distantly he noted that one was in the hands of each of his sons. Good boys, they’d finally done it. Better if they’d broken Angband themselves of course, but he wasn’t choosy at this point. Such good boys.

Maitimo was curling himself around the gem, cutting off some of the light. Makalaure dropped the one he held, into the sand, and Fëanáro scowled at the sight. Clumsy.

He’d spent five hundred years, by the new reckoning, trapped at the side of his Enemy, and in spite of the pain Morgoth had never been so careless with the gems.

Of course, he had set them into that fantastically ugly iron piece, which was probably worse than the ground.

Maitimo seemed to be crying. Fëanáro didn’t blame him. Their quest had gone wrong from the start, and Maitimo had suffered so terribly in Angband when all his father’s ghost could do was watch, and ineffectually threaten Vala and Maia. And they’d wound up having to rely on the Valar in the end. This was no glorious victory. It wasn’t even the fulfillment of the Oath--these were only two of three.

Eternal Darkness, Morgoth had taunted him sometimes, when he’d had nothing better to do than trouble a ghost. (Which had been often; he seemed to delegate a shameful amount of the effort of ruling to his servants, and Fëanáro had informed the rogue Vala of how inferior a king he made, compared to Finwe.) You called this fate upon yourself, foolish Prince. Eternal Darkness, here at my side.

But he had been only a passing shadow, after all, and the Silmarils shone no less clear for all the centuries burning into his accursed flesh.

...Maitimo was running.

Faster than Fëanáro could have managed in this clumsy new body, even on flatter ground, running--no!

It might as well have been Fëanáro himself he cast into the glowing crack in the world, except that Fëanáro’s mother had not named his spirit for fire without cause. He had never known burning like this before, not even facing Gothmog. He set lights in the world. He did not himself burn.

When the pain stopped, there was no trace of Maitimo, and only the faintest whisper of evidence that the Silmaril still existed, deep in the earth.

Makalaure barely seemed to believe it either.

Fëanáro could not stop shaking, as he clambered upright again. Two, two had been enough to anchor him in place; two reunited with the children of his spirit and bound by his Oath had been enough to drag himself back into flesh. One had never been enough. One hadn’t been enough to escape Morgoth’s immediate influence, curse Luthien to the darkest of the imagined hells he had ever heard Morgoth whisper threats of into the ears of Men, for doing the job halfway.

Curse Maitimo there too. How dare he. How dare.

Traitor child. Perhaps Morgoth had broken him after all. Why were there only two sons left, but that his heir had led them awry? Perhaps he had killed them himself. Perhaps he had been jealous. Fëanáro knew all about jealous brothers.

He staggered down the bluff toward the last survivor. Makalaure would give it to him. Makalaure had never cared for gems, or any treasures you could hold that did not make music. A frivolity Fëanáro was glad of now. That had probably been why Maitimo let him live.

He gripped the edge of a large rock for balance, hands unfamiliar yet and not wholly obedient to his purpose, tearing now almost away from the winnowed fire of his spirit. Not yet. Just a little longer.

At the edge of the land, Makalaure bent over the Silmaril again. Reached toward it, shied back as from the memory of pain. Picked it up anyway.

To hand it...no. He hadn’t noticed yet that he wasn’t alone. He turned even more away from Fëanáro, to face the water. Placed his feet carefully. He was shaking.

He couldn’t mean--no.

Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords.

Fëanáro’s recently regained heart thundered like the orc-drums of Angband, that he had listened to for an Age.

Shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin.

He was running, urgently, gracelessly. The sound was all but lost in the sea. Whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth or afar casteth.

Makalaure drew back his arm, the skin of his hand blackening further with every moment, just as Morgoth had burned, and Fëanáro leapt for his wrist in the last instant.

Dragged the last remaining thief back onto the sharp, unlovely edge of the Nandor sword, and let him crumple with it still in his back as weakening hands snatched the falling treasure from the air before it could strike the ground again.

A Silmaril.

Fëanáro felt well again as soon as he touched it. Not quite himself--perhaps a little more than half, two of the four parts of him lost to earth and sky--but enough. Even with just the one.

Makalaure blinked up at him, hazily, as the light left his eyes. “Atya...?” He must have gotten the face right, at least.

Fëanáro wasn’t angry anymore. He knelt, the weight of Makalaure’s head rocked by the side of his thigh. “There, there,” he murmured, somewhat absently. “Rest now.”

The choked noise his second son made might have been meant as words, or just a sob. Fëanáro tugged the fingers of his right hand away from the Silmaril for just long enough to brush them over dark hair, braided back for battle. There was a little dried blood in it. “Rest,” he repeated.

Gazing deep into the last remnant of the unsullied Light, Fëanáro found a tune. One of the few he had ever made--it wasn’t his medium. A song he’d made long ago in Aman, as a young father, determined to personally soothe the pain-troubled sleep of an elfling just cutting new teeth for the first time.

Long after Makalaure had grown cold against him, he was still singing. Alone with the sea and the sky, and the truest work of his heart.

#yavieriel #silmarillion #fanfic #challenge accepted #my fic #that escalated quickly #look feanor was already displaying severe mental health issues before he died #five hundred years of morgoth did not help #i fudged the reincarnation mechanics #but if anyone could do this it's feanor #hoc est meum

[yavieriel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aragorn | Estel & Legolas Greenleaf Characters: Aragorn (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf Additional Tags: mention of Aragorn/Arwen, vague discussion of noncon situations, mostly just some emotional hurt/comfort, inspired by various Aragorn-and-Legolas fics I read many years ago, Set during the quest of the Ring, at some point between leaving Rivendell and entering Moria Summary:

The dreams the Ring sends are not nightmares. It would be easier if they were.

#Aragorn #Legolas #LotR fic #Lord of the Rings #tidied this up and posted it while I'm on vacation #enjoy

[child-of-hurin]

@chthonic-cassandra tagged me on a meme that asks 8 tv shows to watch to get to know me.

I never watched much TV, and most of what I watched was Brazilian novelas, which sadly are not available in English. I compromised by picking 4 TV shows in Portuguese and 4 TV shows that are available in English:

Xica da Silva (1996) Roque Santeiro (1985) Os Aspones (2004) O Auto da Compadecida (2000)

The Tudors (2007) Sharp Objects (2018) Evangelion (1995) Mushishi (2005)

tagging: @kareenvorbarra, @anghraine, @sqbr, @yavieriel, @thrumbolt, @vardasvaporsrs @veliseraptor, @hoeratius

#there are two animes there I hope that's not cheating! #i do so wanna rewatch the tudors! a little afraid of doing it thought #though* #memes #TV shows meme #There are more of you I'd like to tag but idk if you do memes anymore :/