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Queen of Night and Stars
Ficlet inspired by the Rings of Power concept art by Julien Gauthier
He watched her. Standing slightly behind her right shoulder he looked down at her as they stood together on the dais of the lofty hall. Her gold and silver locks tumbled in waves down her back holding the very light of the gods they both rebelled against within each strand. Her white dress tucked beneath the polished black metal cuirass that signaled the mark of a warrior still. She was everything to him.
One by one the supplicants came before them pleading for this cause or to spare them of their hardship. Always they begged her, their lady of light, to deliver them from their afflictions.
And she did, with the unshakable calmness and wisdom of an ancient being now stronger than the foundations of the earth.
A group of townspeople from some backwater village required assistance that their bridge had been washed away in a flood. Galadriel smiled and assured them that her king’s men would be dispatched at once. She didn’t even bother asking anymore to order a detachment of his Orcs or Easterling men to do some errand like this.
Would he ever say no? How could he?
He was so proud of her taking her rightful claim to power, now it fit her, how all of Middle Earth shaped to her will now and adored her. He had played his part in the beginning, it was as he promised. He gave her that spiked silver crown and forced the pretender Gil-galad to surrender his. She of course restrained him in and micromanaged his battles to do the least harm, she had also convinced a greater portion of her people to put down arms and accept the new order.
A couple of humans, a man and wife with a sick baby, begged for something to make their child well. Their eyes full of tears as the woman looked up at Galadriel, the man glanced his way before casting his eyes down. Galadriel soothed the babe’s cries with a gentle hand on its forehead, she whispered in her native tongue a prayer to the Valar and he felt the pull of her on the unseen world drawing on his power to alter the very flesh of the living to make it whole again.
They loved her and they feared him.
It sat well with him. He actually had no desire for fame and glory, his ambitions had always been to order the world in a manner that felt right and good. Healing what he had done in ages past but forging a new order where he could save this land. If everyone thought she was the one saving it felt only natural, it’s what she deserved.
As she gathered her flowing white dress so she could delicately climb the stairs back to the dais at his side he admired her beauty more fully. She noticed of course and her smile turned into a tight frown.
She willingly ruled at his side but always rejected his advances. Ever since their first night of marriage, the solitary time she had given in to his desire and he had taken that opportunity. Years passed and whether it was some absurd custom of the Eldar or perhaps her long standing hatred for what he was, she refused him since. Did she fear giving him an heir? His mind did idle on that thought from time to time, what a new life would mean when that ritual of succession meant little to them since they would live forever. Looking at the healed child whose parents clutched so tightly he wondered if it would feel the same for their own?
How he wished he could bury his hands in her hair, pull her body against his and feel his lips drinking from her fair skin.
She knew this of course. Before the next villager came before them, he felt the tip of her right hand graze just over his left hand’s little finger. He caught the involuntary gasp before it left his mouth, but he saw the corner of her lip turn just so slightly upward, her blue eyes dancing in mirth as in a glade of flowers for those who knew where to look.
His Queen. He would stand by her side until the days ended and there was only night once more. They would be together still. His starlight in the dark.
ao3 link
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54437683
#the rings of power#fanfic#haladriel#saurondriel#sauron#galadriel#trop#She would be his Queen#light and darkness#sauron x galadriel#galadriel x sauron#trop fanfic
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So I've been thinking lately about how Mithrun is Kabru's dark mirror (more on that another time- it needs its own post), and I thought it interesting that one of their parallels is that they were both cared for by Milsiril, but in opposite directions. She took Kabru in as her foster after he was orphaned and tried to convince him not to become an adventurer. On the flip side, she helped rehabilitate Mithrun specifically so that he could rejoin the Canaries.
And I kept wondering: why?
For Kabru, obviously she loves him a whole lot- despite any other shortcomings in their relationship, I do believe that.
So I get why she tries to convince him not to go dungeoning, and, failing that, at least prepares him as thoroughly as she can.
But why help Mithrun? She used to hate Mithrun, but after realizing what a secretly twisted person he was, she actually thought of him more positively (oh, Milsiril). So it wasn't as if she held the kind of grudge that might motivate her to make his already-depleted life even more miserable by sending him back to the dungeons. And it wasn't that she felt bad for him either, since she didn't visit Mithrun for the first ~20 years of his recovery.
The Adventurer's Bible says that Utaya was the impetus for Mithrun returning to the Canaries, but Milsiril is the one who made the trip to see him and tell him about it.
Why would Milsiril work so hard to get her old coworker back into fighting fit? Why encourage him to return to such a dangerous lifestyle, when she was the one who chose not to mercy-kill him?
That last panel is such a crazy thing to hint at and then never elaborate on. Without it we could have just thought that Milsiril wanted the Canaries' work to continue without her, even if it seemed out of character. I think some people even assume she's just a natural caretaker as a foster mom and handwave it to include nursing Mithrun too. What could Milsiril's suspicious motives be? What does she gain from Mithrun joining the Canaries that isn't an altruistic desire to see dungeons safely sealed? Feeling a sense of responsibility for the work she left behind isn't an ulterior motive.
My theory is: Milsiril, knowing that Mithrun was empty save for the burning desire to face the demon again, wound him up like a clockwork doll and pointed him back at the dungeons.
Hoping that he'd eliminate the biggest threat to Kabru's life, before it was too late for him.
Milsiril the puppetmaster.
#Dungeon Meshi#Dungeon Meshi meta#Mithrun#Milsiril#Kabru#btw I'm working with the only translations I could find sorry#so keep that in mind#like it just seemed WEIRD to me#that gloomy introverted Milsiril#who left the life of a Canary behind#decided to do this Canary-adjacent work of helping this guy#maybe the queen made her do it because so many people died and they needed more Canaries idk!#but why would anyone pick Milsiril as a life coach? I really think it was her own choice#it's so interesting how we get these hints of a downright sinster Milsiril#I really like the complicated relationship she and Kabru have#struggling to fully humanize him from her elven perspective#but still taking him seriously wrt: his fears over being a monster or his desire to go to a party!#crazy stuff there#everything about Kabru and adjacent to Kabru is insane what a character#musings with Dea
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maybe i didn't say it loud enough before. but sally grew up relying on and taking care of people who were always going to leave her. and eventually became the only survivor of her family. then she had percy and did everything in her power to be a permanent figure in his life. only to essentially die and doom her son to the same fate of being the only survivor of his family. just wanted to repeat that for those who are in the back.
#and i know she didn't technically die#and i know that percy wasn't the only survivor of his family bc he has his godly side#but sally didn't know she would survive the minotaur#and percy hadn't embraced his godly side and accepted them as family#so as far as the first few chapters and the first few episodes go#this is essentially what happened#okay rant over#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#percy jackson#sally jackson#sally jackson is a queen among woman for a reason#sally jackson appreciation post#anyway i love these two to my core#i love these these two so much#i want to hug sally 🥲
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Do y'all also think about how Cardan went from telling Jude she was destined to and deserving of death to being like Jude dies over my dead body? Or are you normal?
#and how Madoc said Cardan would always see Jude as inferior to him (for being fae implied)#that said more about how Madoc saw Eva that anything else in the books to me#maybe she is no longer mortal as queen or maybe she is#Cardan will still risk his life to save hers#it might have started in TWK with Cardan letting Roiben's court be decimated to save Jude's life#the realization that he cared for her short life more than any long-living creature around#normal is the wrong answer#jude duarte#cardan greenbriar#tfota#the cruel prince#matter not#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#the prisoner's throne#jurdan
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listen everyone’s all karnadeli this colindeli that and i get it they’re both so juicy. but let’s set shipping aside for a second because i also need people to be a thousand times more invested in colin and karna being slow burn best friends who come to a gradual understanding of each other and eventually bond over their surprisingly similar traumas and hangups. I want them to gossip over meals and share commiserating glances when the nobility do some stupid rich people shit. I want colin and karna to team up during arguments, and deli to be exhausted because he has to deal with the fact that his skalds have unionized. I want them to quietly have each others backs, even though they’d never fucking admit it if you asked. Are you all seeing my vision.
#dimension 20#the ravening war#karna solara#colin provolone#I’m not the first person to joke about them unionizing but it’s true….we don’t gotta pit two queens against each other y’all#deli….can have two advisors. as a treat.#like obviously there’s still unknowns especially about karnas backstory#but we know she’s used to being considered disposable and has presumably#had to get very good at being useful to survive#and Colin was used by his dad to steal him drinking money#in a country where his true name would have gotten him killed#THEYD GET EACH OTHER#OR AT LEAST I WANT THEM TO
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I really like your theory about Spamton basically haunting a mannequin after death. Have you ever touched upon the reaction from Jevil (or anyone, really) upon seeing the new Spamton? Especially considering Spamton isn't even aware he 'died'.
^ how i think jevil's first sight of Spamton would go. i love this ask. this is referring to some headcanons I made a while back, I'll link it here for the one post and the general ghost spamton theory is linked in that one as well. Going to elaborate on it more under the cut for those interested + more art.
In general I think that people from Spamton's past wouldn't really care if they notice at all, since he wasn't in the business of making close friends with anyone. With the Addisons, in my interpretation he had a "weird co-worker" relationship with them, and while Addisons in general treated each other like potential business competitors that they had to make-nice with, Spamton is especially easy to single out for being visibly and temperamentally different. His altered, current state is something they'd feel at least uncomfortable by, but many wouldn't have been too close with him to begin with for them to talk about it with him directly. Would get whispered about between each other for sure, like we saw with them talking about Spamton after the NEO fight. It moves him from the "disgraced guy I used to know" category to the "actually unpleasant to look at or think about" territory. This goes for Swatch, Queen, and Seam (less so), who seem to buy heavily into the Lightner and Darkner dynamic, with Spamton corrupting the Lightner's dream being a strong taboo against what it means to be a Darkner.
As for what Jevil thinks, Spamton during the NEO fight is both a beautiful and horrifying display. Jevil at this point hasn't seen him in years since his imprisonment, and in their time apart Jevil has grown to find novelty in the cage that everyone else besides him is in since he's created huge emotional distance between him and the reality he lives in. Seeing the fact that Spamton had corrupted an abandoned dream of a Lightner and was causing so much chaos to the established order of the world would be exhilarating, but at the same time seeing that Spamton had accomplished this and still had his strings visible (and changed to a marionette puppet with no symbolic agency), it'd be a painful confirmation of his worldview that even Spamton, who deep down he still cares for, could never have been free.
Jevil would think at first he'd just gone through some nebulous situation to change what he looks like, since ofc he himself has toy-like traits (arguable if that happened with Gasterfication or not), Seam is a plushie cat, and other Card Castle Darkners are based on toys, but feeling the lack of life combined with the symbolic body of Spamton would mean to him something bigger had went wrong. He wouldn't dare to bring it up in an empathetic way, stuck in his mindset that it doesn't matter, but it'd still hit a part of him he doesn't like to think still exists. It's something he gets over quickly, almost performatively going back to fucking with him and taking advantage of his fear for entertainment, but it didn't sit well at first.
To me, the fact Spamton "died" isn't really a huge deal, kind of like with the ghosts in Undertale where no one really cares they're just ghosts. They're just doing their thing. To me it'd be fine if neither of them find out what happened for certain, but it's something that adds Flavor to his character.
#asks#deltarune#spamton#jevil#SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER ANON LOL. its been a month or something#i asked tumblr user funnywormz for consulation on this for his thoughts as well since he's my accomplice in ghost spamton truthers#my art#ofc this is all just my internal worldview on the thing it's by no means definitive but its just for Fun!#btw as for queen im hardly even joking i think she would have deleted spamton from her memory banks because he was so sucks.#also in the image up top susie cant hear jevil saying this shit it definitely wouldnt have helped.#i think darkners can detect the itemized darkners but lightners cant like with tasque manager and spamneo noticing jevil
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I read fumbling towards ecstasy by cateye360
And it was fucking amazing
Uncensored Version on the SatoSho Discord
#but listen#the under the table trop just HITS every time#the leg pull is what did it for me#but also the way she jumps him after#ugh if gojo was allowed hed be the kind of bf who would grab shokos ass in public just to mark his terretory#bitch gets away with everything and it makes him cocky#satosho#shoko being the queen of having a straight face#satoshoko#fanart#jjk#jjk fanart#shoko ieiri#gojo satoru
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There is a post that lives in my head rent free and that is the one about Steph being 6 feet tall and that she's about Jason's height
As seen in these panels here.
This lives in my head for a few reasons:
A, if Jason gets badly hurt, like he breaks his leg, but for some reason red hood is needed, steph could have a brief stint as red hood, adding to the portfolio of aliases she's already acquired.
2, I want Steph to have been taller than tim when they were dating, so that most of his romantic interests are taller than him(I'm not sure of the height difference between tim and Bernard, but screw it. make all of Tim's love interests taller than him)
3, Steph calling everyone around her shorty-pants or some variation, no matter what height they are. Solomon Grundy? Hey how you doing, short king?
4. Steph being Bruce's height. That's all the thoughts there.
5. Steph giving out head pats at all times. Whether it's to be cute or to be a menace is to be debated. Like it's cute when it's with Cassie, and definitely to be a menace when it's Damian, but what about dick or Harper?
Anyway, steph deserves to be at least 6 feet tall.
#I feel like Bruce would actually accept the fact if Steph being his height and Steph be more uncomfortable with that fact#Jason telling Steph not to say anything lest she ruin his image and Steph is just like 'you give me too much power fool'#let Stephanie brown be a tall queen 2023#stephanie brown#jason todd#tim drake#bruce wayne#damian wayne#batfam#I'm not sure how many partners tim has had but I got 4 & the only one shorter than him is the person he dated before Steph#bc it's them Steph kon and Bernard.
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It has probably been said before, but in It's a Wonderful Life, part of George's regret is a sense of guilt about what Mary could have had had she not married him; that she is in it because she loves him so much, and so she endures the life they have. And yet when we get to the reality where George never existed, Mary is a librarian. There's this contrast between the casinos and the cabarets and such (all exploitative and fraudulent ways of preying on desperate poor people) that populate Pottersville, and Mary, in this timeline, choosing the one job that remains a community oriented, free, helpful service. She married George because she loved him, yes, but also because his convictions about doing good for his community were also hers all along, and would have been even if he had not existed. She doesn't endure the life they have out of sheer abnegation, but embraces it out of conviction.
#It's a wonderful life#they are made for each other your honor#mary bailey you queen#even if the movie doesn't linger on it#I believe it is also an element of encouragement and relief for George#it's not that his existence is irrelevant to Mary's goodness#if he hadn't been there she would have been so alone and lonely in her work and efforts#the burden would have been so much harder on her
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#yura.art#not r1999 art this time cause my mlp interest just resurface recently hdfkhjfdgkksf#mlp#my little pony#mlp fim#mlp g4#thorax#changeling#queen chrysalis#wish that the show would go more detail abt her relationship with pre-reformed changeling#i always wonder if she noticed him being different than other and give him different treatment but the show already ended long ago oh well-#also it be cool if the show could go more in depth abt thorax's trauma and maybe his life at the crystal empire up till s6 finale#i always hc that thorax would see cadance and other as his second family :)#anw i need to practice drawing pony more-
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all the baldur’s gate 3 companion storylines. is just loving someone enough to break them free from the cycle. understanding that what they think they want isn’t good for them. valuing their character more than their power.
#minthara literally says ‘shadowheart becoming a dark justiciar would be good for us but bad for her’#if you choose not to ascend astarion he thanks you for saving him from the same hunger for power that trapped cazador#lae’zel realizes that she was raised to die and bring her queen to higher power#karlach has a fuckign. bomb in her chest. and she wants to die with it#wyll is constantly sacrificing himself for the good of the city and his father#and gale only wants the power to become a god so that he may never be hurt by one again#‘did you love me enough to save me from myself’core fr#i feel so bad for all of them#idk im just Thinking#baldur's gate 3#saiph speaks#bg3
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putting my hands on your shoulders looking directly into your eyes why are you so insistent that Dazai is faking every emotion every second of every day except when he's acting mean or evil why do you think his dark side is more true than his happier or sillier sides
do you not also have multiple facets you show different people? are we not all beautiful multifaceted individuals? are your actions and reactions not influenced by your emotions and state of mind?
can't he laugh at his own jokes? can't he fondly think of the Agency? can't he be dramatic because he wants to? can't he be surprised by something suddenly happening, even if he knew it would happen? do you not jump when the jack in the box gets out even if you were the one working the mechanism?
why would the mean persona be more real? why would any and all joy be faked? why are you only allowing him misery?
#sorry i saw one too many posts talking about dazai's ''masks'' and how he hides his true self from the ada#and what of it if he still has the potential to hurt others? what of it if he's good at hurting? every day he chooses not to lean into it#not too far at the very least.#isn't kyouk.a skilled at killing? did she not choose not to do it?#i'm not saying dazai's never acting (because it does happen) i'm saying too many people are too quick to brush off-#every non-serious non-mean emotion as ''playing an act''#why would the mean persona not be a fake?? you thought about that??? what biases are you holding here#he makes jokes. he acts silly. he's a drama queen. he loves it.#you know what IS tiring? having to look evil and untouchable and impassive in front of a whole organization every day as a teenager#as soon as he gets to lupin with od.a and ang.o he goes silly mode. heck- when he *met* ang.o it was because he went silly mode.#as soon as chuuy.a is in proximity he starts yelling children's insults and starts stupid competitions#his silly mode is just as integrated into his personality as the capacity to be the scariest most evil person you've seen#they are not mutually exclusive and having the capacity for either does not mean acting on them#as asagiri said in an interview: bsd isn't about change it's about adaptation. kyouk.a has the talent to kill. she just chooses not to.#dazai has the skills to be evil. he just chooses good.#that got long in the tags sorry#apparently i talk sometimes
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The "Can I be a king's councillor and build castles" to "Lady of Winterfell and helping to rebuild the North after the Long Night" pipeline is real
#arya stark#asoiaf#I do think Arya would make an amazing councillor + it fits and prob the biggest thing that makes me think she won't#is that she directly states she wants to be that and that feels a little on the nose even for George#it could still be an in-universe subversion though since it isn't considered a typical thing for a Lady to be#but she /could/ also be one for a time by being on King in the North!Jon's council 🤩#I would also give my left kidney for Queen Dany with Arya on her council but I'm not lucky enough to get that 😔#King!Rickon with Arya as his council would also eat too though#so many options and I would love them all as long as Arya isn't reduced to serving another character and she gets her own agency#Thank God George loves her character and would never downplay her like that
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Its late and im tired so please excuse if this doesn't make sense but lately, I've been thinking about Angry Aredhel must have been
Like realistically, when has this woman made a single decision about her future for herself, and in the few times when she did, when did it not end in tragedy
She must have been so angry, so frustrated and wrathful at her lot in life. She was meant for other things, greater thing! She was a disciple of Orome, the Maiden in White, one of the best hunters in his group along with her cousin.
Yet here she is, caged and trapped like a pretty little canary in a wire house. Stolen from her purpose because of her eldest brother's blind loyalty, her father's stubborn pride, her second oldest brother's blinding grief, and her baby brother's terminal bravery. She's across an ocean, escaped one cage for another by her tormentor and abuser posing as a husband.
The bastard won't even name their child.
She must have be so angry, stuck in that endless darkness, the forest must be such a familiar landscape but so different, twisted and wrong like looking into a warped mirror.
Shes grieving outside her "home" one night, having managed to convince the trees to part their branches just enough that she can glimpse a star or two so she can bask in the starlight. Its been a year since the birth of her son, and nothing has changed. Eol won't look at the boy, and she can feel herself drifting. Without the ability to see the passage of time, without the Light of the Trees or with the Sun and Moon chasing each other across the sky, things are blending together and she feels adrift.
At least when they crossed they ice, they were able to watch the stars move across the endless dark.
The starlight warms her skin, as weak and distant as it is, so she basks. With her eyes closed and face tilted up she feels like a lizard in the mid day sun. Behind her, she hears a noise, a twig being deliberately stepped upon. Aredhel whips around, raising her glowing lichen lamp, wondering if its her husband or one of his servants come to take her back. She feels a little feral at the idea of being dragged away from the pitiful starlight.
A wolf, with a pelt as crisp and clean as the snow dusting Himring's mountain top, slinks into the soft glow. Its fur takes on an almost sickly colour in the green luminescence. The wolf settles at the edge of the light, resting on its haunches as it observes her.
Aredhel thinks she's beautiful, for it is a female wolf. Even in the weak lamplight the beast's silver eyes seem to glow on their own, piercing her very fea and enticing her to come forward, to come closer. There is a power within the she wolf, one Aredhel craves.
The white beast introduces herself as a member of Orome's hunt, and Aredhel believes it, for the she wolf looks like the perfect hunter. The wolf asks her what she, as a fellow hunter, is doing out so far away from her kin and cub.
Momentarily surprised by the ability to speak, for not even Huan can speak so freely, Aredhel responses. She shares her desire for light, her frustration with her "husband," and how she wants a different life for her son. She never wanted this, and she wishes she had the ability to take control of her own fate.
The wolf is sympathetic to her plights, and offers to help her free herself and her child.
"You do have the ability to change your own fate, young one. Asking for help is something no one else could have done for you."
So Aredhel leads the wolf back to Eol's house. They walk through the entry way, both hunters are silent as the dawn as they go. Aredhel heads towards the master bedroom, but hesitates at the door. She can see Eol on his side of their bed, snoring lightly as he does. She hesitates, seeing a vision of what will happen once he realizes she's gone. Fire, doom and death follows her, poison and a flash of fang would flicker in him before he strikes her down for disobedience, for stealing away the son he won't even name.
The wolf nudges her aside, ghosting past her into the room. Aredhel's throat closes up and she slinks away, heading towards Lomion's nursery. She leaves to go strap her sleeping infant son to her chest, then grabs some supplies from the kitchen in a bag. Not even hearing a mouse skittering in the walls, let alone her wolf companion, she steels her nerves to check the master bedroom one more time.
As she passes her bedroom, she can see through a crack in the door and her breath freezes. Standing over the now corpse of her husband, maw dripping red from the freshly torn out throat, the white wolf looms. Aredhel stares transfixed, she can almost taste the blood between her own teeth, feel the rush of the kill, ache of her gums as tendons and tissue would rub against them. The wolf turns to look at her, silver eyes wild, white fur stained with her kill. Aredhel feels the air return to her lungs, she feels lighter and free, a little giggle slips past her lips and the wolf peels back its lips and bares its dripping fangs in a smile.
Aredhel leaves the house, fleeing on foot and all the while she can hear the wolf following her, keeping pace and shadowing her in the darkness, and at some points, ahead of her, leading her out of the woods. Running like this, oh she hasn't done this in years!. The wind snapping at her hair, branches and leaves kissing her cheeks and arms, the rush of a completed hunt with another one ahead of her feels like her first real breath in a long time. It feels like days later, and seconds, heartbeats, when she can see the treeline, dawn's hazy reddish glow peaking through the trees.
Aredhel gives a joyful cry and runs faster. That laughter bubbling up inside of her finally bursts past her lips once she breaks the treeline. The sun on her skin is warm and bright and all she wants to do is laugh and cry and scream until her throat is raw and her tears run dry. But she has to keep moving, she has Lomion still with her, and she is too close to the woods to feel truly safe yet. She walks north, and east, not really knowing where she's heading but knowing that she'll cross into her cousins' land soon. As she walks, she soon realizes that she hasn't seen or heard from her she wolf in a while. Stopping, Aredhel turns to look back, but no where can she see that brilliant white coat, or any tracks that look like wolf paws. She squint, looking back at the distant treeline and sees nothing but shadow. She mourns for her companion, wishing she could have wished her well or at least thanked her for her help. She wonders if Orome set the wolf to free her, not wanting to see one of his hunters in chains.
Its about mid morning when she comes across some of her cousins men, and they're horrified. They ask if she's ok, of she's hurt, they take her to a nearby stream even though she insists she's fine, that she wants to see her cousins.
When she sees her reflection she's scared for a moment. All she can see it blood, dried and crusted down her throat, staining her lips and chin. There is red all along the collar of her white dress, her sleeves, but her hands are clean, and so is her son still asleep strapped across her chest. She looks into her reflection, not yet comprehending. Silver eyes that seem so familiar stare back above the red, above the proof of her freedom.
She bares her bloody teeth in smile.
#Aredhel#silm#silmarillion#Maeglin#i think it would hot if Aredhel pulled a finrod and ripped out eols throat#with her bare teeth like Yes Please Queen Slay lmao#Celegorm is so proud when he finds out like Lmao Still Got It Cuz!!!!! and a bonus new free nephew!!!!#Curufin is disgusted he is related to these ppl but also is supportive of Aredhel going ape shit like she deserves#she chipped some of her teeth on thr bite so like the loving cousin he is curufin makes her mithril fangs#maedhros screams into his hands when he finds out but is also proud. so is fingon! thats his Baby Sister!!!#Lomion grows up Normal and Loved and Nolo adores him and is glad to have a sensible heir for when#fingon inevitability leaves them to marry Maedhros. whenever they get around to it.
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controversial opinion but inej ghafa is literally terrifying and (obviously) such a queen.
like she literally held a stadwatch guard at knifepoint after creeping up on him and whispered (I don’t remember the exact quote) “I like it when men beg, but nows not the time” like??? Queen?????
And the end of the crooked kingdom where she cuts pekka rollins after threatening him, and switched alby’s toy lion with a crow?? Fucking terrifying?????
My love for inej knows no bounds and she is undeniably a powerful and scary woman
#idk if this has been said before#leigh bardugo#inej ghafa#she’s fucking terrifying#and I love it#it honestly makes her such a good character#i understand why my homeboy kazzle loves her so much#I love her your honor#pekka Rollins shat his pants so much tho it was fucking hilarious#“I like it when men beg’’???#queen#six of crows#grishaverse#also unrelated but her determination is so admirable#climbing a fucking incenirator isn’t for the weak#did I spell incenirator right probably not#inej ghafa appreciation post#she could stab me/murder me and I would say thank you#agskajshajah my queen
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Can we see any of your drawings you may have had for the side characters please??? 👉👈
I only got a couple so far! I think I'm gonna do Nicaise next
#jokaste#aimeric#captive prince#kings rising#caprisun#can you believe damen fumbled a tall evil goddess? i would end myself#OKAY maybe he didnt “fumble” her. maybe it was the evil goddess part that ended it. but. but the loss is there ok. that shit would plague m#she is obviously sporting my headcanony akielon undercut like damen#but can you imagine going from this tall enchanting queen to. to looking down at a weird blue eyed frog with a stick up his ass#bi rights to damen but jesus christ my man#damen literally became the kinda guy that shows you a photo of his aint shit boyfriend on his iphone 5 while you're getting brunch together#and you have to say oh you two look so nice together. even though you cant believe he's letting that dude hit it.#like bro? you ever been to my garden? because i think you're dating one of my fucking gnomes#now onto aimeric.#he is my. he is my little tormented guy. manipulated to hell and back. abandoned. alone yet soulful and full of promise.#he schemes and pretends and KILLS A BUNCHA PEOPLE......#FUCKS UP JORD FOR LIFEEEEEEEEEE#AND THEN OLLIE OUTS OF EVERYONES LIVES DUE TO IMMEASURABLE GUILT#AND MAKES SURE TO DELIVER THE FINAL KAMEHAMEHA TO JORD WITH THAT LITTLE MESSAGE????#who does it like him#iconic. show stopping. mesmerising. he is the moment
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