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refuge-au · 2 years

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> Open File: Xisuma's Letter

External File: Xisuma’s Letter

[An image of a crumpled piece of notebook paper. Lines of writing in a cramped, neat handwriting cover the page. It appears to have been torn to pieces, but reassembled for the recording purposes. There is a deep indent in the middle of the page where it was wrapped around something vaguely rectangular. It reads:]

Xen,

By the time you read this, I’ll be off planet. I don’t know how long it will take you to forgive me enough to find this wherever you stashed it, but I hope it’s not too late for me to try to make up for things.

I’m sorry I’m leaving you. I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye in person.

I knew that if I saw how angry you are at me, I wouldn’t be able to go through with it… and not going through with it isn’t an option.

The REFUGE mission has to succeed, and I need to be on it for that to happen.

Maybe that’s narcissistic of me to say, but everyone around me seems to believe it- and I believe it too. This crew is made of the most experienced, most educated, most skilled and talented people I’ve ever met. The best of the best. We are all needed to make sure that nothing goes wrong.

I can’t stay.

I’m sorry.

I’ve included something in this letter that I hope will help make you slightly less angry with me. It’s a flash drive that I took from the lab. Theoretically, anything that you put onto it will be instantly accessible via its other half. Its not a copy, it’s that same file- both drives access the same data storage.

You have this one, and I have the other. If you ever need me, you can contact me by putting a file onto the drive, and I’ll be able to get it and respond, hopefully even when we’re FTL.

Admittedly, I don’t know if it will work. It’s not exactly finished, and I wasn’t exactly supposed to be taking it from the lab, but it’s the only thing I could think of that would help make it feel less like I was abandoning you. I thought it might make you feel better to know that you can reach me if you need me.

I’m going to be alright, Xen. You will be too, and so will everything else. Everything’s going to be fine.

I’ll see you once we’re planetside and we have communications reestablished.

Your brother,

Xisuma Void

[On the bottom of the page, several words have been scratched into the paper by a different, shakier hand.]

GZPV NV LFGHRWV GL NB TIVVM TZIWVM

Computer: Input Command:

> Continue.

#beep boop beep boop #we become aware of the void as we fill it // xisuma #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft refuge au #refuge au #hermitcraft arg #hermitcraft refuge arg #prologue #refuge arg #command input needed #xisuma #evil xisuma

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thesmallersnow · 8 months

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drV3 reality tv AU ( from my friend @fullcaps-ethan : no one really died but everything felt real to them and they all got trauma)

unable to live a life without being recognized in the street, kokichi decides to lean into his fame instead.

#scribbles #drv3 #kokichi ouma #gonta gokuhara #kokichi isn't doing well.#gonta works at a dog refuge!#gonta tries to look out for his past friends #but not all of them are willing to mend that burnt bridge.#RTV!AU

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netmors · 6 months

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your eleventh fleet concepts are just *chef's kiss* as brilliant as they can be

Thank you, littlekhada! Your art is also beautiful!

I will continue to develop the “Eleventh Fleet”. My drawings haven’t received such a response for a long time - it’s very motivating. Also noticed that your really liked Thrawn's design during his exile in Peridea. Well… I have an "attempt" to make concept art of a landscape of a distant planet. I wanted to make the Purgills' final refuge more… dead? ashen? atmospheric? Yes, that's probably exactly it.

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an-au-blog · 3 months

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You brought up East Blue Asylum AU, so I reread everything again, and now I want to know more things. Please tell me about Law? I don't know if it's better for him to also be a patient or a doctor there, but my little multi-shipping heart hopes there could be something there

Ok, funny you should mention that because I had a post about Law in the EBAW au in my drafts and just never got around to posting or finishing them??? So I'm going to be lazy now and copy paste (and finish) it here and hopefully it will answer your questions :))

(if not you can just send another ask lmao)

For a while I wondered if Law would be a doctor or a patient in the EBAW au, but maybe he'd be an actual doctor, who briefly worked with an ex of Luffy's father. Him and Crocodile bonded over their shared hatred of the man and one day Crocodile asked him to check in on Luffy. He naively thought that "the doctor social circle" extended to him, but it didn't. See, he wasn't a phycologist or physiatrist, he worked as a medical examiner - forensic for a while, but he was far from a psychiatrist. He dealt with dead people and the police, that was it. He had a decade or two in which he was a surgeon but he stopped. His "uncle"/his foster father's murderer used to use him as a personal patch-up charity. He used to be a big fish of the underground and Law finally had enough. He quit being a doctor, skipped town and started only examining dead people. It was the perfect job for him - they didn't complain, couldn't lie, great listeners... what else could a socially inept nerd like him want?

Still he decided to agree to go to see Crocodile's son, if and only if on top of the money he promised, he could convince the staff to let him stay there. He honestly thought it would be an impossible mission, but then Crocodile made one phone call to Robin and arranged everything. Law became the physical examiner of the east blue wing for the next month.

Luffy loved new people, especially if they didn't treat him like a kid or as if he was crazy. And Law had no idea how to treat anyone in any way, so he just went to the default - straight to the point and no nonsense. Unlike some of his friends, Luffy trusted Law right off the bat. He would drag him around showing him the whole wing and every time he tried making an excuse that he'd get in trouble for not staying in the doctor's room, because what if they needed him? Luffy would laugh and say that Chopper has everything handled.

Chopper, Law soon found to be the man hw would share a cabinet with. He was this short and hairy man who had figurines all over his desk. Law's jaw dropped when he saw that Chopper had the rare 1995 Christmas special comic addition of Getma 66 AND it was in the 2 in 1 package with the poison pink figurine. They had a little bonding moment over it and Chopper was excited to finally have someone that not only didn't judge him for his interest, but also shared it.

By the end of his one month visit, Law begrudgingly realized that he had grown fond of too many of the people there, both patients and staff. When leaving, he told Jinbe, who was the official "Boss", that if they ever needed him, he'd make himself available.

#I'd like to think that doffy was this big time drug lord and croc was a currupt collitical refuge who happend to meet before Law runs away #later on they meet again by chance and they both try to threaten eachother not to tell doffy where the other is and find it hilarious #east blue asylum wing au #law #luffy #crocodile #answers #op

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megamindsupremacy · 1 year

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If there’s a Human realm for alive beings and a Ghost Zone for dead ones, shouldn’t there be an Extremely Exclusive Liminal Realm for halfas?

#mads posts #Danny phantom #dp #the super secret clubhouse #or in more serious terms. the place Danny keeps hidden as his trump Running Away Card to be used in extreme emergencies #a white void of Nothing #Danny uses it as a hiding place and nothing else #but actually it’s 1:1 with the human realm #so when vlad moves to amity more of his things start showing up in the previously empty white void #vlad treats the Halfa realm as a storage container; Danny thinks of it as a Last Refuge #neither of them expected Dani to be able to get to it #she thinks it’s boring as hell and the least scenic shortcut between locations ever #liminal void au

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rosella-writes · 1 year

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On the second day she drowned the giants of the sea, except those in deep waters, for they were too well-wrought, and Pride stopped her hand. (x)

@eldrtchmn crafted a gorgeous icon for me of Pride, my interpretation of a newly risen Evanuris who's taken a body and chooses a femme way to present it. She wears Mythal's vallaslin (redesign by @dreadfutures). Edlrtchmn was amazing to work with, I can't recommend her enough.

#no refuge so sure as valor #solas #dragon age #elvhenan #arlathan au

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darth-sonny · 1 year

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Sorry, what exactly is your wild and weary au? I looked through the tag and I don’t know if it’s a problem on my end but I only found like three posts with the tag so I don’t really understand what happens in it

mmm no yeah, that happened to one of my posts too. doesn't show up in the tag despite me tagging it properly. but anyway!!

Weary and Wild AU is basically a "what if?" that got really out of hand. it started out as a silly dream i had about Future Leo meeting Feral Leo. but then i kept thinking more and more about it and now it's a whole au

basic plot is: during the end of the movie - when Mikey succeds in opening a portal - the Leo the bros save isn't their Leo but Future Leo (who goes by Lee here at Donnie's very aggressive insistence). one year and one failed attempt later, the remaining three bros manage to successfully open a portal to the prison dimension, except nothing either comes out or shows up. so, to them, it seems like all is lost and their Leo is truly gone forever

except! shock! something did come out! it's Four! who's Leo but feral as fuck and 92.8% Kraang now due to having to do some...unsavory things to himself in order to survive. he's stuck in the Hidden City causing a ruckus. a havoc. and, in his animalistic rampage fueled by an undominable need to survive, gets caught by Big Mama's goons and brought to her hotel

Big Mama sees this feral turtle and recognizes him immediately, and can't help but think how interesting this little situation is. so, she decides to make him a battle nexus fighter to give herself something of an edge over...well, This Whole Situation™

of course, she kinda has to tame him down first because Four is still pretty feral

#there is no heavy plot in this au #there is a semi plot but nothing crazy or insane like the prime leo au #this is basically my little refuge au #sonny answers #weary and wild au

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space-r0ach · 4 months

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Okay listen

Demonic lamb baby

Teams up with a hypothetical god of war

Becomes slightly emo(er) demonic lamb baby

Thoughts on the design?? Feels like it’s missing something

#au shitpost #the refuge of war #art #au idea #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl au #cotl shamura #doodles

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sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep · 1 year

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I would love so much to see an AU where All Might at some point pre-canon or early canon; stops, looks around and goes “Hang on, I thought I supported society and got everybody the breathing room to rebuild and become a stable society, that was the whole point of the Symbol of Peace. How the hell did we end up with still so many villains and crime and poverty again less than 50 years later? Fuck this shit I’m out, you guys learn to take responsibility for yourselves cuz I’ve already plus ultra’d for you, the rest is your job!”

and like publicly retires and starts advocating for social programs and funds a bunch of free facilities like libraries, training gyms, clinics etc, and basically is just putting his weight as the Symbol of Peace behind the mostly-unaddressed parts of public service. Which makes the hero commission go like

cuz since its All Might, now everybody’s paying attention to the social problems they didn’t want people noticing! And trying to sabotage it to keep themselves in power will probably put them on All Might’s shit list

like he’s settled down and spends most of his personal time working on these massive community gardens he’s started, learning how to be a good plant-dad, and accidentally starting at least one alpaca petting zoo (someone brought it up as a light joke but golden-retriever-energy-having yagi toshinori didn’t pick up on that lmao). The media keeps having meltdowns over All Might in overalls and sun hats

The league of villains plot still happens, but pretty differently since shiggy’s main target started drawing attention to his point before he could - big fights still happen, but more like a kids game of tag with enforced safe spots; the gardens are No-Fighting zones for Everybody, any and all Audacious Hoes With Violence On Their Minds gotta hold it back at those locations, because if u squash anybody’s tomato plants you’ll be point-blank on All Might wielding a spade and channeling the energy of a wrathful Samwise Gamgee

#nobody talk to me i am in my crack au with the Concerning Hobbits track playing in the background #lotta criminals end up coasting into retirement after using the gardens as a refuge from the usual hero/cop methods of arrest #and getting unwittingly sucked in to be active members of the free produce community #endeavor shows up once to bitch at AM for retiring and the tomatoes start flying #gran torino shows up to make fun of AM but ends up delighting in chasing crows away from the plants #stain is lowkey having a crisis of life goal reevaluation but sometimes goes and chases off crows as well #he repeatedly gets mistaken for an actual scarecrow until moving and becomes the local cryptid #the alpacas have an ongoing feud with certain reporters #tbh one for all ain't imporant in my au idea blurb #and afo is butthurt about this #mha #all might #yagi toshinori

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koolaidashley · 7 months

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refuge!disaster twins if you're feeling up to it? 🥺

I’m ALWAYS up for refuge disaster twins

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt au #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt refuge #refuge au

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refuge-au · 2 years

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> Open the Doctor's file

Doc: Prepare for the Procedure

The room was much too small for four people to stay in for fifteen minutes, much less two and a half hours. Barely enough room for a table and four chairs, the undecorated white walls and the windowless door teamed up with the low ceiling to make the sensation that the walls were closing in bad enough that Doc wanted to- to-

To claw his way out of this hellhole with his bare hands, run into the woods, and live out the remaining years he had left before he… live out the remaining years he had left as a wild man in the woods.

The chatter from his team wasn’t helping. Their voices bounced off the walls, reverberating and doubling back on them. He had paced the perimeter of the room two hundred and three times, and he was about to make it two hundred and four as he desperately tried to keep calm. He wasn’t built for small spaces. None of them were.

Well, Etho was, but Etho was an anomaly, and besides, as long as he had the ability to bother Bdubs in one way or another, he would be happy as a clam. To prove that point, the man himself was, as Doc completed his lap around the room, grinning devilishly and reaching across Bdubs, who was sputtering, and holding a small golden pocket watch as far away from him as possible.

“You keep your filthy paws off my property!” Bdubs cried, attempting to shove Etho away with his free hand.

Etho was using his height to his advantage, not even having to strain to keep his prize almost in reach. “Oh, come on, man, I just want to see it-“

“See it? You’ll break it! Take it apart! And it’ll never be the same! Ship of Theseus! Beef! Help!”

“Ship of Theseus is when you replace all the parts of something, not when you take something apart and put it back together.” Beef said, his eyes not leaving the wall. “So, us, not the watch.”

Etho snorted, and Doc sighed heavily, stopping in his tracks in front of the door.

“I’m sick of this.” He said tersely. “They’re not coming to get us. Let’s find our own way down.”

“That would be a wonderful idea, if that door wasn’t locked from the outside.” Bdubs said, lowering his guard as Etho leaned away from him, settling fully into his seat for the first time. “I don’t think they’ll appreciate you breaking down their door.”

“Well, I don’t appreciate them keeping us in here for hours without telling us what’s going on!” Doc said. “You can stay if you want, but I’m getting the hell out of here.”

“Just don’t try to pin the blame on me this time.” Beef said, standing up and moving around to the other side of the room. “Want me to help?”

“No, I’ve got it.” Doc said, and after pressing one hand to the metal, he drew back his other arm, and punched forward.

The door slammed into the wall on the other side of the hallway, a fist shaped dent directly next to the handle. Doc shook out his arm, steam hissing as the vents along its side glowed red, as he stepped into the hallway. Almost instantly it was easier to breath, his back straightening as he rolled his shoulders back.

The rest of the team joined him in the hallway, Beef dragging the door back along the scratches it had made in the floor to rest it gingerly against the doorframe.

“They’ll never notice anything’s different.” Etho said dryly.

“Of course not.” Beef replied. “After all, you did a great job getting us out of there discreetly.”

“Oh, so the story’s that I punched the door open?”

“What’re you talking about stories for? That’s what happened!” Bdubs chimed in, elbowing Etho in the ribs gently, and earning an eye roll.

“Bdubs, you want to take us down to the lab?” Doc asked, craning his neck to look down the hallway. As much as he would love to stay and chat, the longer they lingered, the more likely they would be caught at the scene of the crime- and that never ended well.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get us there.” Bdubs pulled out the watch again, checking it, then flipping it over to check the compass built into its underside. He frowned slightly at what he saw, spinning on his heel to face the other direction and cocking his head to the side.

It was always easy to see when Bdubs was mapping. He always did the same thing. Check the time, check where North is, recall, if they’d been there before, or he’d seen a map, or estimate, if they were on their own. Then, within a few seconds, once he’d determined the right route-

“Alrighty, folks.” Bdubs said, tucking the watch away into his pocket. “Follow me!”

Bdubs led the group down the hallway and into a skinny stairwell that seemed to go up or down into infinity, whichever way you wanted to look. Without hesitation, he started to head downstairs, so the rest of the group followed suit.

Several flights of stairs later, they reached the basement, and entered the lab through a set of double doors that lead onto a metal catwalk.

It was huge, the room stretching off into the distance, much larger than the building they had been in for sure. Computers lined most of the walls, and tables covered in scientific equipment and technology turned most of the floor into a maze. Beef whistled lowly at the sight of it, and even Etho made a noise of approval.

Near the middle of the room a space had been cleared, with several large blue tanks set up around it, and a terminal with lots of wires running out of it square in the center.

A man with frizzy hair looked up from the terminal as they approached, and frowned. “Where’s your escort?”

“We weren’t given one.” Beef said. “Had to find our way down on our own.”

“And we are so sorry about that.” A voice came from behind, and they turned to see Xisuma striding across the floor in a battered green combat suit, a helmet tucked under his arm. Several people trailed after him, including a harried looking assistant that appeared to be holding a breathing mask, and several people in the same uniforms that the team was wearing.

Most worrying of the people following him, was the group of armed guards surrounding a cyborg with pink and gold metallic augmentations. The man didn’t appear to be restrained at all, but there was a large bolt of some sort attached to his neck, close to his jaw, and he didn’t look very happy to be there.

Most interesting of the people following him was a man who made Doc stop dead in his tracks. He was tall, his skin a deep red that was mottled with lighter reds and pinks, two stubby horns barely poking out from his short black hair. His mouth was closed, but Doc was sure if he opened it, he’d see fangs, and if he would move his hands so they weren’t clasped in front of him, hidden, he was sure he would see that the pads of his fingers were black.

He was a Hybrid.

Like him.

He didn’t have time to process what this meant, or say anything, unfortunately, as the scientists swarmed around them, checking vitals, ushering them towards the tubes they would be sleeping away the long journey in- Xisuma stood in the center, next to the man who had spoken to them, overseeing it all.

As the scientists stepped away, the man on the computer cleared his throat.

“Right. Well. My name is Jaspers. I’m the one in charge of the cryounit operation, and this is hopefully the only time you’ll ever see me, since I’m remaining groundside. Let’s skip the pleasantries and get to business, shall we?”

“The first thing that’s going to happen is we’re going to put a tube down your trachea, into your lungs, and then we’re going to affix a breathing mask to that. Then we’re going to put you to sleep, and we’ll handle the rest from there. It’ll be a very quick, almost painless procedure for you.” Jaspers said.

“Ah, almost painless. That’s always fun.” Beef murmured.

Jaspers sighed, and moved over to Doc, opening the cryopod and having him step inside. Doc swallowed as the glass almost enclosed him.

“Hey, Doc in a jar! Five bucks a pop, get ‘em now at your local supermarket.” Bdubs called.

“Come on, five bucks? I’m worth at least ten.” He replied, smile fading as Jaspers approached with a flexible tube and a mask.

It didn’t hurt, necessarily, seeing as his trachea had been replaced with machinery along with his larynx and most of his outer throat, but sitting there, fully conscious with a tube down his throat, inside his lungs, and coming out of his mouth was a weird feeling.

“Very attractive.” Etho said dryly from the pod beside him. Doc wiggled his eyebrows and resisted the urge to speak, trying to swallow the fear that was rising inside of him. He was fine. This was fine. He shouldn’t be nervous.

God knows he’d been through worse.

“Alright. We’ll be putting you under now.” Jaspers said, appearing from nowhere with an air mask.

Doc’s eyes widened. Now? Right now? Before all the others? Without saying goodbye? Right now? What? No. No!

But the mask was being fitted over his face, and he couldn’t make any noise beside a sort of strangled groan.

“See you on the other side, Doc!” Bdubs said, the others chiming in with vaguely reassuring goodbyes- no, not goodbyes. Goodbyes were too permanent. Too final. They weren’t goodbyes, they were… see you laters?

He didn’t have time to think of what exactly they were, as the mask hissed, gas filling his lungs with no resistance, and his world went dark.

Computer: Input Command: Show Available Files:

> Open the Pilot’s File

> Open the Captain’s File (New)

> Continue.

#prologue #the peril the wind sings to in the wires // doc #doc #etho #bdubs #beef #xisuma #biffa #python #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft refuge au #refuge au #hermitcraft arg #hermitcraft refuge arg #refuge arg #nho #command input needed

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theheartchoice · 2 months

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#tp #prompt #au #crack #cas is an injured creature / alien / angel who is staying in Dean's shed or barn or something #and dean is dating or maybe living with lisa but he's been thinking for a while that things between them #aren't good. he's been trying with her and wants to make it work for ben too. but then he meets castiel..#at first he's just trying to keep cas' existence and presence a secret but cas' cluelessness about human #life quickly results in dean covering shit up in comical aways and close calls. he's exasperated but also #secretly (not so secretly) fond of cas and helps educate him on humanity eventually resulting in #introducing cas to others either intentionally or by necessity as others encounter them together and #dean has to lie and say cas is a new coworker or neighbour or whatever. so cas is suddenly in his life #out in the open and it's nice but the wrong people are looking for cas and now manage to track him down #also: either dean initially found cas seeking refuge in his barn OR he encountered cas out in a field #or somewhere and brought him back to the barn to treat him before realising he definitely wasn't human #or maybe he already realised it but wasn't just gonna leave him out in the open for the wrong folk to #find him. cas was injured so he was no threat and dean didn't have it in him to just ignore the guy #cas was a little standoffish at first but he left dean help him maybe with bandages or something. and he #observed dean with squinty eyes and guardedness and then wide-eyed curiosity and ofc had no concept of #personal space. dean would check in on him daily and cas would learn about his life even as he #didn't share much of his own life - dean thought cas didn't trust him which was fine but also wasn't he #earning the guy's trust? eventually dean was adamant about knowing more about cas. he'd been #trying to research in the meantime but not finding much - ending up with more Qs than As #the reality was: cas didn't tell dean much (or the whole truth) bc he didn't want dean to think poorly of him #and then when the Bad Folk came after cas he realised he'd put dean in danger and ended up leaving #in order to keep him safe. that's when dean found out the truth about cas' kind and how he was different

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thevalleyisjolly · 1 year

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Crack AU concept: Every Second Age Finwëan apart from Galadriel doesn’t actually have the origin they’re commonly purported to have:

No one is sure of Gil-Galad’s parentage because he’s actually a highly competent Green-Elf who looked around at the general chaos and destruction near the end of the First Age, sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and decided that someone had to start taking responsibility for this shit. Look, he never actually stated that he was anyone’s son, it’s just that people are more likely to listen to someone named “Scion of Kings” than they are to a random (if exceedingly capable) elf, and the assumptions kind of snowballed from there. His favourite pastime is dropping contradictory hints about his parentage and watching the ensuing confusion.

The fact of the matter is, Celebrimbor is a popular name among Elves. There was a Celebrimbor of Gondolin and a Celebrimbor of Doriath and even a Falmari Celebrimbor, formerly of Aman, who insists that he was the first Celebrimbor. They also all happened to be very skilled craftspeople so maybe there’s something to the name after all. So when a dark haired Elf with incredible skills in craft shows up in Lindon after the war calling himself Celebrimbor, son of Curufin, the only part that anyone bats an eye at is the “son of Curufin” part because who would knowingly associate themselves with the House of Fëanor in this day and age? Surely nobody would lie about that, and if they wouldn’t lie about that, why would they lie about anything else?

When it comes down to it, nobody really understands what it means to be peredhel, and especially not when it comes to their lifespan and aging. Furthermore, nobody really knows what happened to Elwing’s sons after the Third Kinslaying; everybody just assumed they were taken hostage and/or killed. Therefore, when during the War of Wrath, a pair of grown, clearly half-elven twins with a strong resemblance to Lúthien wash up in Balar, everybody assumes (with more than a little wishful thinking) that they must be Elwing’s sons, miraculously spared by the Fëanorians. As for the twins themselves, they feel more than a little guilty about assuming the identities of the nephews they never met, but they also figure that if they told the truth of their survival, they might be disbelieved or taken for spies of Morgoth, so they’ll go along with it for now and if their nephews do turn up, they’ll deal with it then?

(They did actually turn up a few decades into the Second Age, having been in the East where Maglor sent them before shit really started going down. They’re honestly just delighted to have living family more or less on this side of the Sea, and agree that it’d be too much of a bother to reverse the identity confusion now. One of them decides to go back east to the Greenwood where he’d made some good friends with the Silvan elves there, the other stays on with “Elrond” as a councillor and ambiguous “kinsman” who helps him fill in any missing details in the story)

Out of all of them, Celebrían is actually the child of Galadriel and Celeborn. Sometimes people are a little confused because they heard once that her parents had a son, Amroth, but it’s chalked down to poor communication and confusion with Amdír’s son since Amdír was friends with her parents. Celebrían thinks it was incredibly tacky to give your child the same name as your friend’s child, so really, she was doing her parents a big favour by renaming herself Celebrían. And honestly, while they don’t mind being Amroth (the superior Amroth because Amdírion is an idealistic romantic with his head in the clouds), they also like being Celebrían a little more.

(Galadriel concedes that naming them Amroth was not the most creative move and that Celeborn possibly lost a bet with Amdír before their birth, but she also thinks that Celebrían could do better than the lady of a little valley in the middle of nowhere, so really, Celebrían’s had enough of her mother’s advice for the next long-year or two)

+Gildor never claimed to be Finrod’s son, he’s just never actually disclosed how they’re related and since none of the other Finwëans (real or otherwise) have ever said anything about it, people just sort of follow their lead and assume it’s a non-issue. It’s actually the most mundane thing ever - his parents were among Finrod’s retainers in Aman and crossed the Ice with him; when they were both slain in the Dagor Aglareb, Finrod took the young Gildor on as a ward of his House.

#lotr #silmarillion #crack au #long post #let's have fun with all the ambiguity and all the different versions of the stories in the legendarium!#we can have a little gnc celebrian. as a treat.#due credit to kazaera for their excellent fic about scam artist celebrimbor which inspired a lot of this post #the thing is; it doesn't actually matter if any of them are related to finwe by blood #all of them were who they needed to be and in the place and time where they were needed to be #gil-galad's still the king who rebuilt a large portion of elvendom in middle-earth and stood against sauron regardless of whose son he is #celebrimbor still made the rings; through which sauron wielded great evil but also much good was able to be preserved #elrond and celebrian are still the people who made the homely house into a refuge and a place of peace and love #gildor is neither fucking around nor finding out; he's just sort of gadding about middle earth and honestly good for him

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