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realtacuardach · 12 days
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Meanwhile, in the background, Merry and Pippin are trying to figure out just how big this spider had to be to get that double-take from Gandalf. Gimli is pondering over the memories of ancient texts and stories told over the fire of the creature, and attempting to discern the sheer magnitude of what Sam has accomplished.
And Legolas is busy planning the absolute feast/party/rave the Mirkwood elves are absolutely going to throw once they find out what happened.
Thinking of the larger context of LOTR and like, the fellowship swapping old war stories and shit and Sam just says “Yeah I killed a huge spider…Shelob, I think?”
And Gandalf just blinks and is like, “You what now?”
“Yeah, killed it. Had to save Frodo”
Gandalf elects not to tell Sam that he killed the spawn of a primordial demon.
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realtacuardach · 2 months
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The man is on a quest where things keep getting either more complicated, worse, or both at the same time. He doesn't have time to run elegantly 😂 Instead, he has the gait of pure chaos, and I love it!
the way aragorn runs is so chaotic
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realtacuardach · 2 months
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I can't believe Sorata Akizuki said "what if a feral cat were a guy?" And then gave us him
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I've never seen more of a cat guy in my life. Cat eyes. Cat stealth. Cat movements. Cat killing instincts. Cat naps. When they find him he's feral and killing for a living. They offer him food and shelter and he's like mm dunno how I feel about that. But then he stays forever. He has trusted people. He's always in a tree
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realtacuardach · 4 months
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Stabs and Stubbornness
Day 2 of the Obiyuki Do-Si-Do, inspired by this story by @puffdragongirl Thanks to her, and to @snowwhite-andtheknight for setting this challenge up!
"She's going to figure it out."
Obi turned around, bandage still clenched in his teeth, and looked at his second in command who sat on the bench next to him. The remaining knights had long since filed out of the room, eagerly seeking warm food, warm beds, or warm company after their latest patrol in the icy wilderness around Lyrias. He had encouraged Sashizu to join them, but in hindsight, he should have known that his exceedingly loyal second-in-command would not have left him alone, given that he had been injured.
Grabbing the end of the bandage before letting go with his teeth, Obi pulled the white fabric taut and wrapped it briskly around the wound just below the scar on his shoulder. "Figure what out?"
A lesser man would have rolled his eyes, but ​Sashizu settled for a slight twitch of his eyebrows as his gaze swept over his commander's wounded shoulder that had already begun to sluggishly seep crimson into the layers of bandage. "That you were injured, sir."
Read the rest on A03 here!
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realtacuardach · 4 months
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A New Journey
Entry for Day 1 of the Obiyuki Do-Si-Do @snowwhite-andtheknight
Summary: Shirayuki gets Obi in the divorce, and they go off on botanical adventures.
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“Delicious!” Kihal exclaimed with pleasure around the tangy-sweet bite of apple, and leaned back against the trunk, her shoulder brushing against Shirayuki’s.
“There’s more where that came from,” Obi called from above, reaching casually to the side and pulling another apple from the branch beside him. “Heads up, miss,” he called, and sent the fruit tumbling down towards her.
She grabbed the apple, shined it vigorously on her coat sleeve, and took a bite. “Thanks, Obi!”
Giving her a salute, he settled against the trunk, arms folded and head pillowed on the fine uniform jacket he had folded in a way that would definitely have given Mitsuhide a conniption. After a few minutes, she noticed that his eyes had slid shut, light snores reaching her ears. Shirayuki smiled.
“He seems comfortable,” Kihal grinned, peeling a slice of apple before offering a piece to Popo, who took it into his beak with a pleased trill. “He isn’t going to fall, is he?”
“No,” Shirayuki assured her. “He’s almost more at home in trees than on the ground.”
“He does look relaxed,” Kihal said, and took another bite of her apple. She hummed contentedly. “So good, I wish we had these on the island.”
“You don’t?” Shirayuki asked, and then immediately felt a little foolish. From what she had heard from Kihal and Zen, the climate of the island was entirely different from Clarines.
Kihal shook her head. “We have mangos and papayas and dragonfruit, and uh, a bunch of other kinds of fruit. But no apples.”
Shirayuki chewed thoughtfully as she imagined biting into one of the fruits so familiar to the other, that she herself had only read descriptions or viewed diagrams in books. “I really want to try some of those someday.”
Kihal lunged forward in her usual burst of enthusiasm, the apple falling into her lap with an audible thunk as she clasped Shirayuki’s hands with both of her own. “You should come visit!” She exclaimed. “I can show you all the best trees, the best times of day to pick them, the best tricks to find the sweetest ones! The island is so beautiful.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Shirayuki laughed. “But I’m not sure when you’ll be able to get away.”
“Oh,” Kihal sounded surprised, and then curled a little in on herself, her earnest grip loosening on Shirayuki’s hands. “Oh, Shirayuki, I should have thought – I’m so sorry.”
Tightening her own hold on Kihal’s hands in response, Shirayuki leaned forward. “Kihal,” she said calmly but firmly, as she had the other times this concern had reared its head in their conversations, “you have nothing to be sorry about. Zen and I parting ways had absolutely nothing to do with you, we’d been drifting apart for a while.”
Read the rest on AO3 here!
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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6 Sentence Sunday
Thanks for tagging me, @tathrin!
This is from a story I hope to write about Legolas' homecoming, inspired by this art by @fluentisonus.
Casting his gaze around the unfamiliar landscape of his home, the elf tightened the grip on his bow, although the enemy had long since gone, leaving destruction in their wake. A heavy weight lodged in the back of his throat, choking him as though all the ashes smothering the earth around him had in turn found their way there.
He sank or crumpled or fell to his knees in front of the broad tree trunk that had once borne the branches and leaves that had always welcomed him first whenever he'd returned to the only home he'd ever known. Trembling, he brushed his fingers across the blackened, charred stump, and closed his eyes, trying to recall the memory of the ancient murmur of the tree he'd known since he was an elfling.
Nothing.
A leaf-laden branch of another, mercifully minimally charred, Mirkwood tree brushed against his shoulder, and Legolas ached, he knew not whether the movement was that of condolence or a simple trick of the wind, as the call of his homeland's trees were as muted to him as any of the others in Arda now.
I hope to write more of it soon!
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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Bern, Switzerland
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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Iseltwald, Switzerland (by Raphael)
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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Sometimes, when I'm actually attempting to properly researching for a fic I'm writing, I look over the vast array of open tabs on my laptop or phone or both, and despair.
So much clutter in the search for such specific information...
And I wonder, is there a point? Typically the things I search for figure in maybe a few sentences, or in the background, or in the general feel of the piece. And maybe, just maybe, I don't need to look up this information...
...and then I remember a story I wrote with a friend in junior high. A story where I came up with a fancy-sounding word combination to describe a character's elegant dress. I remember showing our moms to see what they thought.
And then I remember them laughing because, despite my non-researched convictions, silk-screening is, in fact, a method of printing t-shirts and not the epitome of elegance.
And I open another tab.
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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a comic about fix-it fanfics
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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I immediately thought of this scene 🤣
Also, true. 100000000%.
I often throw up my hands and just throw what I think is the most tantalizing, juicy chunk of text that I think will most entice someone to take a bite for the summary.
For my titles, mostly alliteration. So. Much. Alliteration.
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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Reblogging because I'm also curious, and also to hold myself more accountable. As a writer, reviews and comments are LIFE and I love receiving them. I want to leave meaningful commentary if I can, but sometimes just letting someone that their work made your day a bit better makes their day a bit better!
I'm curious about readers' interaction habits! Please pick the option for what you do typically. That's right, I'm not giving you an "other" or "see results" option; if you don't read fic then this poll isn't about you; if it depends, vote for what you do most often and clarify in the tags. And consider reblogging for a bigger sample size!
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elrooooooond
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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The dichotomy of being so skilled and so unskilled at the same time continues to be wonderful.
Hey, they're trying their best! 🤣
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more three hunters stuff cuz i love them
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️
Ooooooooh, this question made me think! Let's see...
(This is kind of like selecting my five favorite children! Don't worry, other stories, I love you, too! ...mostly 😂)
A Story in Spiders (Lord of the Rings) - I really enjoy the relationship dynamics in Lord of the Rings, especially among the Fellowship. I'd had a lot of fun writing shenaningans around Legolas being a fish-out-of-water in Dinner's Bane (sneaky Honorable Mention here), so I wanted to flesh that out more again. This might be egotistical, but reading certain passages still makes me grin every time.
The Spool (BBC Merlin) - Two things I tend to avoid writing: horror and modern AUs. That being said, I'm still very proud of how this one turned out - and that people tell me it legitimately gave them shivers.
Illusory (Miraculous Ladybug) - My first attempt in this fandom began like a lot of my attempts into fandom, with introspective angst 😅 I tried a different sort of storytelling with this story, and think it came along pretty well!
Risk and Resolve (Snow White with the Red Hair) - I like the way the plot and the action rolled along in this story - I feel most confident with writing introspection and observation, and can find writing action a little daunting.
The Naked Knight Rides Again (BBC Merlin) - This story is just ridiculously silly and I love it 😂
Thanks for the ask! 😁
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realtacuardach · 8 months
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Yes, please! That would be so awesome!
One difference between the Lord of the Rings books and the Peter Jackson films that I find really interesting is what the hobbits find when they return to the Shire.
In the books, they return from the War, only to see that the war has not left their home untouched. Not only has it not left their home unscathed, battle and conflict is still actively ravaging the Shire. They return, weary and battle-scarred, to find a home actively wounded and in need of rescue and healing. All four launch themselves into defending their home and rousting those harming it, and eventually succeed. But their idyllic home has been damaged, and even once healed, is never quite again the Shire they set out to save.
In contrast, in the Jackson films, they return to a Shire shockingly untouched by the horrors of war. The hobbits of the Shire talk, in the Green Dragon in Fellowship of the Ring, about not getting involved with issues "beyond our borders," and it seems those issues have not invaded their sanctuary. After having been bowed to by kings, dwarves, elves, and men alike at the coronation in Gondor, their only acknowledgment upon returning home is a skeptical head shake from an older hobbit.
One of the most poignant scenes to me in Return of the King (and there are a considerable amount) is the scene where Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin are sitting in the Green Dragon. The pub patrons bustle around them, talking loudly, clapping excitedly, drinking cheerfully, just as they had in the beginning of the story. But the four hobbits sit silently, watching almost curiously at what was once familiar but is now foreign to them. Their home has not changed. But they have.
Which is the deeper hurt? To come to your home to find it irrevocably changed, despite all you did to keep it untouched and the same? Or to return home but no longer feeling at home, because it is only you that is irrevocably changed?
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