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mxtantrights · 3 months

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Bounded by blood and shadow

"The gods may throw the dice, their minds as cold as ice"

azriel x magic!fem!reader

...or the shadow singer has grown used to not being surprised by anything. In his line of work, he cannot afford to be surprised. But what can he do when he is tasked with getting answers to the impossible questions that surround you? (completed)

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fifteen

part sixteen

part seventeen

part eighteen

part nineteen

part twenty

part twenty-one

part twenty-two

part twenty-three

part twenty-four

part twenty-five

#blood and shadow #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel fic #acotar imagine #acotar fic

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archiveofthelibrarian · 6 months

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What if Glaurung had died at the hands of Fingon and his archers? What if Morgoth messed with powers beyond what he should?

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Blood and Shadow

Chapter 1: The Awakening

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Inspired by my conversation as anon with @animatorweirdo here and here. Huge shoutout to her for inspiring and encouraging me to write out my ideas. And don't forget to check out my main blog @springfountain for some interesting content reblogs. This was not beta read so I am always open to constructive criticism as long as it is respectful. Anyways, let's get into it.

Masterpost for the fic can be found here.

DISCLAİMER: I do not own anything you recognize. This is a fanwork for entertainment purposes and should be regarded as such.

Word count: 645

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Your eyes were heavy and your mind hazy as your math teacher kept on talking.

The more he explained the formulas on the board, the more confused you got.

His voice was so monotonous yet so calming that you swore he could be used as anesthesia in surgeries.

You tried to resist sleep as long as you could, but in the end, you let your mind wander for the class was simply unbearable.

No one noticed the darkness that descended upon the sleeping student at the back of the class. No one noticed as your soul was sucked away. Not even you.

You stirred awake as you felt your body ache all over. The moment you opened your eyes, you noticed that it was dark all around.

Man, did I sleep that much?

As your eyes adjusted to the new darkness, you noticed that you were not in your seat, but on a bed resembling the ones people used in rituals in movies you had seen. And there were glowing runes around you.

Then you felt it. A presence so dark and powerful, that it sent chills down your spine and froze you where you stood.

There came a voice, dark and sinister yet endearing:

“Look at me, my child.”

You obeyed and looked up. What you saw was the face of pure evil, darkness, and malice. And the face whispered a name to your mind: Melkor.

At that very moment, you understood that your life as you knew it was long gone.

Melkor came and spoke to you. He spoke of his beginning and how new ideas dawned at his heart. He spoke about the Song of the Ainur and the Spring of Arda. Then came bitterness and hatred to his voice and he grew even more menacing. He spoke about how he was defeated and imprisoned in the Halls of Mandos for 300 years. Then came a smirk to his face as he talked about how he tricked the Valar into letting him free and how he sewed lies and discord among the elves of Aman. He spoke of the destruction of the Two Trees and the Flight of Noldor.

He spoke for days and you listened, feeling the darkness and deceit but not cowering under it. You listened and learned. You learned of the world and of its deepest, darkest secrets as Melkor had sewed them with his songs.

And lastly, he spoke of you and your awakening.

As he spoke, you came to understand your purpose. Glaurung was dead at the hands of Fingon and his archers. And you were created to break the Siege of Angband and to be an obedient child to him, what Glaurung never was.

The rumbling voice of Melkor seized and he became silent, allowing you to take in all that had been said.

You let out a shakey breath as you contemplated his words. For all he spoke, he always spoke with a single objective: Join me or die.

You checked your mind. You remembered that you were an avid Tolkein fan before, having read all the books and even knowing all the timelines. You took that knowladge and put it the safest place of your mind, away from his reach. You were going to need it more than anything.

But none of that was important right now, for you had a dark vala awaiting your response. With no other choice, you got up and kneeled at his feet, swearing all loyalty to him.

When reading the Silmarillion, you had always wondered about the Oath of Feanor and its power. Now, as your soul was bound to your oath, you understood.

You stood kneeling at the feet of the Vala, awaiting a response.

Melkor smiled and cold shivers fell upon the back of your neck.

“Rise, my child. Now rest, for you will have much to learn.”

#modern girl in middle earth #modern person in middle earth #fanfiction #silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #silm x reader #isekai #isekai reader #reincarnation #reincarnated reader #gn reader #tolkien #lotr x reader #angst #blood and shadow #blood and shadow chapter 1

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annemarieyeretzian · 2 years

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cerrit taking out the sending stone and calling his son – “talon two, talon two, come in,” – telling him to listen carefully, to find his sister, and meet cerrit at home

#I am once again suing travis willingham for emotional damages #annemarie watches critical role #critical role #cerrit agrupnin #cerrit #kir agrupnin #kir #maya agrupnin #maya #exandria unlimited: calamity #exandria unlimited calamity #exandria unlimited #exu: calamity #exu calamity #exu #calamity #blood and shadow

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angelus-tenebrae · 7 months

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@nevertem

Bakura wandered through the city. It was rather easy. Given that a majority of people had no idea who he truly was. And his outfit was not the same as Ryou's. No. This one had a darker look to it. Black coat, red shirt, dark colored pants and everything. His hair was up in a ponytail and there were a few skull hair clips.

His crimson red eyes scanned the city. Marik had mentioned a place to buy their weaponry. A new shipment was coming in and he did not want Bakura to arrive late. Naturally Marik would go himself if not for the fact his very appearance was well known. So, the former thief it was.

However... Just before he could get to the precise location... A familiar feeling bubbled up in his chest. Something... Was here. Someone? Why did it demand his attention? Bakura tried to brush it off. Tried to keep going but...

"Damn it..." Then he saw it. Or rather... Him. "Impossible..."

#shady trickster #yami bakura #blood and shadow

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miss-shadow-2141 · 4 months

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There is nothing more beautiful than blood

#Blood and shadow

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mysticalspiders · 2 years

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Lou had so many great moments last episode but I haven’t seen anyone mention my personal favorite Lou line of the episode, Lou shouting “OOOH BABY. THAT’S WHAT WE LIKE TO SEE! THAT’S THE JUICE! PUT THAT IN THE DANM ENGINE!” when Lacrytia’s counter-counterspell fails. Lou just has the best reactions!

#critical role #exu calamity #blood and shadow #critical role spoilers #lou wilson

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spacecolonie · 3 months

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i saw you in a dream

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #maria robotnik #my art #cw: blood #im so excited to see shadow relive all his trauma again in sonadow gens #froths at the mouth like a rabid creature

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emthimofnight · 3 months

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Shadow is forward for once and Sonic (rightfully so) assumes he's dying

#my art #sonadow #shadonic #sonic and shadow #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sketch #sonic #shadow #sonic prime #sonic x shadow generations #tw blood #tw injury #angst #?? maybe?#it's mainly silly #he's fine #LOL

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xxtc-96xx · 25 days

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the purifying begins :>

My kofi

my patreon (you can read the next page's WIP now)

#pokemon #mewtwo #newtwo #babytwo #shadow mewtwo #tw blood

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discosmackdown · 13 days

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never stab the devil in the back

#THE WAY I WANTED TO CHEW THE TIRES OFF MY CAR #IM SO EXCITED #IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #john wick #blood cw

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mxtantrights · 3 months

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Bounded by shadow and blood (1)

Azriel x magic!fem!reader

buckle in this is gonna be a ride. Let's just say I wanted to add some angst and plot to this world.

It was like any other mission. You know who the intended target is, and how exactly to gather them in the quickest way possible and execute the plan. All you were waiting for was word from the high lord.

Being an emissary to the Dawn Court was fun most times. You got to live lavishly in a court that had a spectacular dawn no matter where you were, with people who genuinely understood and cared for each other. You guess you picked it because it reminded you of home, without all of the stress.

Tonight though was stress.

You had been wanting to visit home for a while now. There was a feeling deep down inside of you that something was amiss. Of course no one would tell you that, but you can’t shake the feeling.

You want to finish this mission and pack a bag and see what’s really going on. That is why you walk into the high lord’s private office. You had done so before on may occasions, tonight being no different.

“Thesan, I’m getting bored out there are we —“ you start.

You hadn’t realized he was busy inside his office. Or you wouldn’t have just opened the door all willy nilly and invited yourself inside. Three sets of eyes are on you at once.

Thesan clears his throat and smiles at his guests.

“Right, well this s a great time for introductions,” he says and then introduces you by name to the three strangers. Then he gives you their names. Rhysand, Cassian and Nesta.

“Nice to meet you,” you say to them and turn back to Thesan, “Sorry for interrupting, I’ll wait for your word.”

“It actually won’t be necessary tonight.” He answers.

You look at him confused, “You’re calling it off?”

“For tonight yes. I’ve been given some information here by high lord Rhysand that puts a wrench in our plans.” He explains.

The woman, Nesta, tilts her head at you. As if she were inspecting you closely. You haven’t given her a reason to do so, but then again you knew that some fae were just like that.

Your ears were hiding underneath your hair but if they weren’t she would see that they weren’t pointed. You weren’t fae. But since you don’t know her that well and you don’t think you will see her again, you decline to say anything about her staring.

“Well if I’ll be excused, I’ll get packing for my travel home.” You say.

“You didn’t bow.” She says.

You look at her then. Bow?

Oh.

Thesan just announced the male, Rhysand, as a high lord. Well, you think to yourself, it’s not like you’ve bowed to a high lord before. You and Thesan happened to be playmates when you were growing up. When he ascended the throne you never really could bow to him, he also forbade it.

“You don’t have to bow to me, that’s okay.” Rhysand says.

You nod your head once, “I’ll be going now. You all have a good night.”

And with that you leave the room as quickly as you barged into it. You close the door behind you and pick up the fluff of your dress. It had been part of the mission, you didn’t want to wear such extravagant things but you did so for the sake of blending in.

You walk pass the crowded ballroom and down the hallway to your room.

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You close the bag after stuffing in most of your clothes and sweet treats for the children back home. As soon as you do there is a knock on your door. You tell the person to come in.

When you turn around to see who it is, Thesan walks through your door.

“I’ll be leaving before dawn.” You say.

“Oh this isn’t about the trip, it’s about our little run-in earlier.” He clarifies.

You place your bag down on the floor and urge him to go on.

“The three you met tonight, they were from the night court. Our neighbors one court over.” He starts.

You nod your head, “This is good information to know. But why are you telling me this exactly?”

Thesan laughs at your impatience, “It’s good to know because they will be helping us catch the wanna be thief.”

“Catch? You’ve changed the mission?” You ask.

He cocks his head to the side. You and Thesan were sure on a bunch things, criminals that want to upset the power balance in this court included. Someone wanted to steal an ancient book from the library.

You had offered to catch the criminal but Thesan specifically asked that you actually ‘took care’ of them based on the level of power the book has. Someone walking around with that information and that level of audacity was no good to anyone.

But now, the mission was back to catch.

“It turns out this attempted thief is from the night court. Rhysand wants them captured and sent back for questioning.” He explains.

“He’s committing a crime in your court, most likely against you, and you have to catch and turn him over?” You ask.

“Don’t give me that—“ he starts.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I can tell what you think about this. I’ve known you for centuries.”

“Still, I didn’t say anything. I just don’t think I want to do another court’s dirty work.”

“You won’t be, he’s sending in his best mercenary to help you.”

“I don’t need help.” You say.

Thesan sighs, “Think of it as a bonding exercise.”

“I don’t want to bond either.” You reply.

Thesan shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. It was fun rilling him up like this, but you were telling the truth. You worked better alone. You liked doing things alone. The only reason you’re not a recluse is because Thesan wouldn’t leave you alone. He’s probably thinking about how that’s come back to bite him already.

“No killing?” You ask.

Thesan opens his eyes and shakes his head, “No killing.”

#acotar x reader #Azriel x reader #acotar fic #acotar imagine #Azriel imagine #azriel acotar #azriel fanfic #blood and shadow

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archiveofthelibrarian · 4 months

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What if Glaurung had died at the hands of Fingon and his archers? What if Morgoth messed with powers beyond what he should?

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I kind of tried to mimic Tolkein's way of storytelling here, but I don't know how it went. There may be some unclear or vague parts, so feel free to ask me what I tried to say there.

You can find the masterpost with all relevant links here.

Trigger Warning: Implied abuse, implied torture

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Blood and Shadow

Chapter 2: Angband

You spent the next two hundred years following your awakening in the ritiul chamber of Angbad by learning about the world and your position in it.

You, who were called Naurdael the fire terror by the thralls, the head of the Melkorhini, was no more than a tool in his grand plan.

You were to know it and you were to accept it.

And know it, you did. But accept, you did not.

You trained in every weapon known in the face of Arda, and you crafted many weapons of great power in the great forges of Angband.

You apprenticed under Sauron, crafting many weapons and artifacts that would later bring terror to the hearts of all those who heard it.

Swords that were lighter than feathers yet struck heavier than Grond.

Arrows that traveled quicker than sound and pierced even the sturdiest of armors.

But among all your creations, you treasured one above all.

"Ruinëhatal" you called it in the language of the elves for you hated the way Black Speech grated against your mouth, fire spear.

Into Ruinëhatal you poured your power and your will and turned her into a weapon of unimaginable power.

Yet forgecraft alone could not raise your status in the eyes of your father.

So you kept training.

You trained yourself.

You trained in methods of torture and manipulation.

You learned of the world's history and the power of songs.

And finally, you learned how to sing songs of power in great likeness to your father, Melkor before his decline at the first battle.

But no matter how long you spent in Angband, it never became a home to you.

The halls were cold and the dungeons were cruel. Cries arose from every corner.

You learned to ignore, you learned to block out those cries.

You chose to harden your heart to protect yourself and you hated yourself for it.

But you had to survive.

There were just too many horrors in Angband.

But the worst of them all went unnoticed by the free peoples.

Orcs, as you found out, were horribly broken creatures.

Elves unbegotten they were, taken, twisted, and broken by your father shortly after their awakening.

The orc captains were the worst of them all.

Orc-captains were the worst of them all, taken away from their simple lives near Cuivienen and tortured in ways unimaginable, then broken and twisted into creatures of horrible looks and even more horrible hearts.

None of the 144 unbegotten had managed to get away from the influence of your father before it was too late.

You had 77 of the unbegotten, and unnumbered amounts of the aftercomer under your command as orcs.

Any time you reached out your mind to touch one of your captains to give them an order, you would feel their fear and see their memories.

Father had told you once that the twisted did not remember yet you knew that was untrue.

They remembered.

They remembered every single moment of their torture and they remembered every way their fëar were twisted.

It made your heart ache every time, to hear their screams, to listen to their despair.

You wished to do something, to at least be of use to these creatures whose suffering went unnoticed.

Yet you could do nothing. You had power outside yes, but you were powerless inside the fortress for there were powers way grander than what you had been given.

It was heartbreaking.

All you could do was not torture them any further

So you ignored them as well.

You ignored their screams and you ignored their cries.

You ignored them all, for better or worse, you ignored.

All that was horrible in Angband came together in you father, Melkor, and created the most terrible being in existence.

You hated him with with all your heart.

There were no words in any known language enough to fathom the depths of your hatred for him.

He would give you the cruelest of punishments for the slightest misspeak and yet he would overlook your mistakes in training.

He was so unpredictable.

And yet, why there was this smallest part in you that sought his approval and acknowledgment?

Why was it that every time he acknowledged your progress in training your heart soared?

Why did you feel so accomplished whenever he complimented your crafts?

Was this how a normal relationship between a child and their father should be like?

You tried to remember your actual father from your previous life.

You tried to picture his face and hear his voice but all you could see was the face of Melkor.

Melkor had dominated your mind and memories so much that you did not even remembered your own father.

You didn't remember how he treated you, how or if he loved you...

You didn't remember anything.

So you tried to find the memories of your mother.

You tried to see her face, hear her voice, and feel her embrace but you found none in your mind fortress.

No memories of warmth and love were left within your heart and mind for the years here had taken it all from you.

You wanted to scream and cry and beg Father to have those memories back.

But you did none for you could do none.

All you could do was stare at the black walls of your personal chambers for a long, long time until your elven servants came into your chambers in an unending line, waiting to dress you for battle.

Staring at your wall, feeling empty and void, you signed to your servants who worked in a brisk efficiency they were used to and they started preparing you for your most important test yet.

First, you bathed in the cold waters from the melted ice of the northern icelands, which were enchanted with spells of strength of body and clarity of mind.

Then, you were clothed in robes of black, woven with enchantment of warmth and coolness, for you would need both in battle.

After clothing you, your servants braided your hair in signature war braids of Angband.

Only then did your servants start fastening your black armor, which was forged by Sauron as a gift for his favorite disciple of out of the best metals ever seen.

And at last, you took your crown of black diamond thorns and blazing ruby jewels, which was the gift of your father on the eve of your first battle.

You looked at the mirror and in place of the unremarkable high school student you once were, you saw a weapon of war ready to wreak havoc upon all those who dared to oppose Father.

You were ready.

#modern girl in middle earth #modern person in middle earth #fanfiction #silmarillion #angst #silmarillion x reader #silm x reader #isekai #isekai reader #reincarnation #reincarnated reader #gn reader #tolkien #lotr x reader #blood and shadow #tw implied abuse #tw implied torture #blood and shadow chapter 2

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annemarieyeretzian · 2 years

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laerryn casting sending to loquatius specifically, saying my ambition is perhaps a flaw, but the biggest mistake I ever made was not trusting you. I'm sorry, and I love you, and I will fix this. (bonus: loquatius responding you’ve already saved me once. maybe I can return the favor.)