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fakegingerrights · 10 months
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Based in ur fanfics.
I think your lonely, have only a couple friends, know some trauma, and you procrastinate finishing things
@endo-bunny @renon4224 @silnebula Which one of you Oisk'ikas sent this-
(Nonnie... ow. That hit actually really close to home. Good job I'm predictable)
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suntails · 9 months
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a living bolt ⚡
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kedreeva · 10 months
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After seeing the little tutorial for bookbinding by @niennanir, and realizing I had most of the supplies already or could get them easily (and fairly cheaply, too,I ended up finding a couple nice sales like glue for $0.50 a bottle and nice textweight bright white paper for $20 instead of $35-40), I finally nerved up enough to try a hand binding of a fic. I picked one of my own (a 20k one, but split into 4 chapters, so I'll just do 1 chapter per booklet), and got to work.
Bug helped me weigh down the first one. It's currently drying into the cover, while the second one does its first dry. It was actually very easy, especially once I saw it in person. I might do a few others of my own.
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scarila · 11 months
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Lady of Mercy and Lord of Plots
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whumpshaped · 6 months
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someone said "the phrase people pleaser implies a choice to be that way, i prefer the term fawn response because it more adequately describes that the person is just desperately seeking safety by the only method they know" and i havent stopped thinking about it
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possessed-pack · 7 months
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People trying to make small talk: So where do you work? Or do you study?
Me:
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Nerevar’s really changed
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catboyfurina · 2 months
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i think modern au dunmeshi characters WOULD meet but! not as coworkers i dont think theyd have jobs that meet up well . the main 4 would know each other from pflag
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lovmura · 10 months
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LOVMURA OC POSTING ✨
💗 | comms | twitter | twitch  | youtube | kofi name labeled oc image under here
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psychedelic-ink · 1 year
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Me: *drowning in wips*
Also me: what if I write an au where joel needs physical therapy and starts swimming at the pool and reader goes for swims daily and they meet and there’s no outbreak
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squibbles-gubwee · 15 days
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The Enemy, Usagi Niko
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echthr0s · 3 months
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did the Asylum Sanctorium trial earlier and I can't get over the concept of Sotha Sil going to his bestest friends outside of the Tribunal and saying, "don't worry. you won't die. I'll fix it so you won't" and of course this fix is flawed and his friends slowly go mad in their clockwork bodies and where is he? where is he? why doesn't Sil come visit anymore. and it could be because time gets away from him, he fixates on something and everything else suffers for it, but it could also be because he knows. maybe he fixates because he knows. Father of Mysteries, Father of Missteps, mainspring ever-wound too tightly, trapped and held fast by the damning spotlight of knowledge. the others could have told him it would have ended this way. worst of all, he wouldn't have needed them to tell him. but what else could he have done?
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noirbriar · 4 months
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Ficlet:Fire & Stone AU
Having random bouts of anxiety and finding things to distract myself so decided to random button mash some ideas into a post. AU title is a placeholder until my brain is more active, but here are some thoughts for a hobbit canon divergence/ what if thing in Imladris because sadly I can't write and this scene has been bugging me for a while now and may be absolutely OOC:
Sometimes its the people you meet along the way that shape you.A moment where Thorin unexpectedly meets a stranger in Imladris.
--- A dark cloud of anger and frustration follows Thorin as he stomps away deeper into the winding gardens of Imladris. Leaving behind a flutter of fireflies and a confused Hobbit behind. With echoes of talk of the dreadful curse that lingers in his wake. The Dragon sickness that haunts him in the darkest recesses of his memories. He lets his feet guide him aimlessly through this elven settlement, troubled and frustrated. It was not until he realises there was a gentle flutter of lightness, a release of tension from his shoulders, did he realise there was music. A slow strum of strings, a calm melody from a harp surrounds the dwarf. A part of Thorin is telling him to leave this obviously occupied space, but another part of him who plays the harp as well is curious. Such wondrous melody!
It does not take long to find this minstrel on a lone stone bench, surrounded by fireflies and the blooms.Unlike the other elves in here, this one is taller than most (except, maybe the balrog slayer) and draped in a dark midnight coloured cloak, with most of his face hidden by a hood and dark tresses. The stranger stops strumming, and turns his bright gaze to his dwarven guest.
He smiles, a sad gaze that lowers in a nod and a gesture of greeting to Thorin who simply blankly nods back in return.
There was a moment of silence before the minstrel returns to his playing.A beautiful hand harp, old but well crafted and cared for by his eye. Which was when Thorin notices the bandaged hands with a soft gasp under his breath. To play such complex notes with such wounds... The stranger stops and smiles again as he has noticed the dwarf studying his instrument in hand. "It is nothing, Master dwarf," He speaks almost in a whisper. When there is no reply, he switches to that ancient and long unused form of khuzdul that Thorin has only heard from the Chief Counsellor of Imladris thus far. "Would you be keen to have a song on this eve of our meeting? It seems this is a night for sharing a song." He gestures to the other end of the bench in silent invitation.
Thorin bristles at the use of his kin's language and is annoyed. He feels he should not. Greatly. Should just march right back the many dumb winding paths back to his Company.
Yet the dwarven king surprised himself by taking a sit at the offered place, the alstroemerias rustling as the strange elf gives a deeper bow, and strums. A Dwarven classic. A ballad of mountains and distant hills. Of hidden paths and winding caves.
When it winds down into its last lingering note, the elf bows in thanks to his audience. Thorin, returns the gesture with a nod of acknowledgement to this elf's craft. In recognition of a true Master in his art. "I thank you for the song." Thorin adds shortly, though in Westron.(Let it be known he has not forgotten basic civility or diplomacy or courtesy, take that Balin!) "Ah... I apologise for my rudementary Khuzdul, I wrongly presumed you only speak your language. I have forgotten that your folk may find it rude to use in the open by others who may know it, especially in this Age. " The elf replies humbly, though from this longer conversation, Thorin sees way this elf is seated and the way he speaks and how his eyes shine much like the Lord of the Golden Flower. This is no mere minstrel.
A very old elf it seems who have also worked with dwarrow back in the old days.
"No offense is taken." Thorin pauses for a moment before adding in polite afterthought in customary khuzdul to one with great mastery, "I see you, Master of Song."
The elf gesture his thanks with a hand on his heart.
"I am Thorin. Son of Thrain, son of Thror. To whom I should thank for his craft?" There is quiet, before Thorin finds himself gazing at old eyes filled with deep wisdom and sorrow.Old treelight blazing with fire as it met stone. "I have many names it seems... but you may call me Maglor." Maglor returns kindly. BONUS: "Lord Maglor?"Erestor knocks on the door with a tray in hand before opening the doors into the chamber," I apologise for your late dinner, but we had gues-"
He stops and does a quick scan.
Room,empty.
Travel bag, unpacked.
Harp, missing.
Silence. "Unbelievable!" Erestor hisses as he slams down the tray on the side table and rushes out, nearly colliding into Glorfindel, who have just finished his bath and now dressed in his casual night robes. Though Erestor quickly and gracefully manages to swerve away and rushes off to find one restless Son of Feanor.
The Captain of Imladris blinks.
"Well. So much for coming back to a quiet, restful evening.Its been quite an exciting day it seems." Glorfindel sighs with a shake of his head with a helpless smile. The captain quickly following behind the irritated councillor, hoping they manage to catch one wayward elf. Again.
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truth-01001001-liar · 6 months
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one of the customers made their straw into a rectangle, and it survived the dish pit…
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i am enamored..
impressed ..
..and a little bit concerned.
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silverstream2 · 1 year
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*points at Vergil* Love that asexual!
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Eris and Sotha Sil’s first meeting
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