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Did you know you're not beautiful at all?
But exquisite magnificent and sexy....😠
:))) Thanks, my dear.
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#38: Pick three of your fics and share a song to go with each
Золото/Gold by Melnitsa for Sage Blossoms (Adar x reader, a work in progress) :) A match made in heaven, 100 out of 10 for just the right degree of dramatism and the wonderfully befitting lyrics. In my native language. Yeah...
11:11 by Ben Barnes for Loss and Gain (Haldir x reader). Right now I feel like it.
Hay Amores by Shakira for A Keepsake (Boromir x reader)
Thank you so much, I love me some songspiration questions! :))
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I'm not ignoring my WIPs. they're ripening in my mental cellar
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Yet another fanfic writer ask game!
Compliment your writing!
How do you react to positive comments?
How do you react to negative comments?
Post a screenshot of one of your favorite comments
Quote one of your fics out of context
Vaguely spoil one of your fics without telling us which one it is
Share the first line of your five most recently published fics
Share the last line that you wrote
Tell us your favorite thing to drink when you write
Tell us your favorite thing to snack on when you write
What fandom do you write for most often?
What fandom do you want to write for more often?
Do you ever write crossovers?
What two fandoms would you write a crossover for?
What fic of yours would you most like to rewrite?
What is one of your favorite words or phrases to use in writing?
What trope is your favorite to write?
What trope have you not written yet, but want to?
What headcanon do you always include in your stories?
What was the last thing you researched for a story?
What do you do when you get writer's block?
When do you usually write? (day of the week or time of day)
Where do you usually write?
Which fic do you think is your funniest?
Which fic do you think is your saddest?
Which fic do you think is your scariest?
Which fic do you think is your most adventurous?
Which fic is closest to your heart?
Which fic would you most like to have fan art done for?
Which fic would you most like to have its own fanfic written for?
Which fic would you most like to see made into a movie?
Which fic would you most like to write a sequel to?
Which of your fic titles is your favorite?
What title do you want to use, but can't figure out a story to fit?
Have you ever written a fic because you were inspired by a title?
Have you ever written a fic because you were inspired by a song?
Pick one of your fics and share three songs to go with it
Pick three of your fics and share a song to go with each
Pick one of your fics and share an image to go with it. (Unsplash is a good source)
Pick one of your fics and share a quote to go with it (not a quote from the fic, but an outside quote that fits)
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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
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Haldir or Boromir ❤️
You know, let them fight, and I'll date the loser. Because who doesn't like hurt/comfort? ;)
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This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?
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Writing Game: Drabble
A drabble is a work of fiction that has exactly 100 words. Can you get a whole scene, maybe even a whole story across with the limited amount of words to use?
Choose a prompt from the drabble lists and then write a short piece with precisely 100 words.
Have fun!
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I feel I am legitimately the only one in the fandom that finds denethor attractive 🤣 I'm sorry but the gloom, the grief, the dark swishy robes, the fact that hes kind of a bitch and one minor inconvenience away from total mental calamity. No takers, just me?
Nope, you're not alone. I can totally get how he can be attractive. He's mature, not a fool at all, he's quite overpowering, he's more than a decent leader. And, to be completely honest, his sons didn't just pop out of the ground the way they are. I do admit that Faramir could look up to Boromir, but whom did Boromir look up to?
I bet Denethor was a prize even some 15 years ago. The mental calamity is understandable, the abyss predictably started staring back at him. (shrugs)
Alright, I love John Noble.
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Who you'd rather date game: Boromir or Jareth the goblin king?
Ouch. Ouch, how dare you?!
Can I pick Boromir and have a secret affair with Jareth? Not vice versa, that would be out of character for both of them. ;)
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Denethor or the Master of Lake town - pick your poison!
Oh, lol, wrap up Denethor for me. At least he seems to know what hygiene is. :)
Thanks for making me laugh, I needed it!
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Give me two fictional characters and I'll tell you which I'd rather date.
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Coral and Crystal
My second piece for Scribbles and Drabbles 2023. For the first time in the history of this blog, Maglor, for your entertainment.
The lovely necklace by lferion as a prompt. Hope you have fun.
Tw: blood, possibly depression. But it's gonna be fine. :)
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Coral and Crystal
His songs followed his grief on the final road to oblivion. It was now impossible to remember the day when the last drop of regret had trickled out of him, leaving his mind and soul empty like a cracked vial. He welcomed that loss with relief. He was still foolish enough to believe he had nothing else to be robbed of.
And then all those melodies, and laments, everything to the simplest lonely notes fell silent, too, with the silence only the dead had mastered to such a degree of perfection.
His hands were weak and pale now, with neither a sword nor a harp to give them work.
Maglor pushed himself up from the damp rock with difficulty. Crystals of salt sank their teeth into his palm at the effort, drawing a fair amount of his blood as a payment for hospitality.
The merfolk, who up to the moment were cluttering around him like a king’s court, galumphed from their spots as they would always do whenever he chose to move on. Their beautiful mouths were folding into grimaces of annoyance and letting out low animalistic growls.
He’d stopped resenting their presence long ago, eerie as they were with their half-human appearance and disturbingly inhuman ways. He would have, had their sentience lived up to the jealousy they were putting into adorning and grooming themselves. Yet under the disguise of the crimson coral beads, hugging their necks in numerous layers, and the hair combs of polished bone, which never seemed to be out of their restless hands, they remained nothing but beasts, and the most indifferent and dangerous kind of them.
And then again…Indifference was a blessing to him.
And his fears died before his grief had.
But they were restless today…
The youngest of the creatures jerked up his head, his nostrils widening. In one awkward motion it propped itself up and shuffled towards the seat their Elven companion had stood up from moments ago. The sudden splash of interest appeared contagious - the herd was drawing closer to the rock, their grunts became aggressive.
The youngster snarled with triumph, reaching out for the traces of blood, red against the gray of the stone.
The air between his clutching fingers thickened.
The stains lost their liquid gloss and shrank to odd bead-like shapes. It didn’t take Maglor long to realize that was what they’d become – a scattering of crimson coral beads. The trophies soon to join the countless rows of their kind over someone’s slimy neck.
That was the destiny he had reduced himself to.
Anger woke him up. He shuddered in revulsion, for once not focused on himself.
Slowly he closed his fist to make sure there was enough of his blood on the pebbles under his feet to afford him a slow escape.
For the first time in thousands of days he’d walked the shores of Arda the waves were roaring behind him.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes,” he said earnestly, yet again scolding himself for his helplessness at the sight of your smile. Words were fleeing him when he needed them the most.
“You’re not looking.”
“I am.”
He was looking. At the way your hair was falling over your eyes again and again, no matter how many times you removed it. At the way sun dapples were dancing on your cheek, when you tilted your head, as if your inner light was breaking through your hroa wilfully, hungry for freedom. At the tiny twist your lips would always make, when his name was ready to slip off them. He delighted in the sound of it echoing through him before any sound was born at all.
“Maglor…”
He forced himself to lend an eye to the item that have captured your attention in this weird tiny shop.
“Coral,” the statement came out crispier than he had hoped he could manage it.
“And crystals,” you stroked the facets of the yellowish bead between two solid drops of blood, “Like sundrops, aren’t they? Screaming “summer, here I come”.”
He couldn’t bear to disappoint you.
…The day was unbearably golden. The soft light of early June, about as tender as the touch of your hand, was seeping in through his skin unbidden. The benches at the beach could easily accommodate a bigger company than the two of you, but you still chose to curl up under the drape of his arm, the warmth of your body a welcome protection against the chilly breeze from the sea.
It felt almost wrong to be blessed like this.
All he needed was not to remember about the string of haunting memories, resting where your collarbones met.
“They say you never really know the history behind old things,” you spoke suddenly, “They say they can bring you bad luck.”
The needle of regret moved just a little bit deeper into his heart. He should have known better than to think it had rusted for good.
“Perhaps, you’d better part with them before they do.”
You laughed and nuzzled into his chest, so that your voice was muffled when you teased him gently:
“Don’t you trust me to handle a little family curse?”
You did wear the necklace well. It looked at home on you, the anger of raw blood tamed by the careless sunlight.
You made it easy to let it all go.
“I do,” lied he quietly.
But I’ll follow my brothers before I make you.
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An older Maglor painting I haven't shared here yet which is suddenly relevant again now that I am working on my biggest Maglor project so far.
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