Unable to shut up

👸 aquitaine-eleanor-20

embarassing to call yourself a patron of the arts and then say your favorite song is "can vei la lauzeta mover" like ok congrats! even the serfs have heard that one!

#check my pinned for an intro post to troubadour song #serfs DNI

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✏️ oliver.writes.a.lot Follow

roland x f!reader

warnings: song of roland spoilers, graphic violence (his brain falls out), courtly love, fin’amor, kissing of hands

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#song of roland #roland x reader #roland #roland fanfic #fin'amor

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🥐 not.much.to.do.in.anjou Follow

#what the fuck #not to dox myself but i literally live in aquitaine #whose subject am i now #of course i find this out news from the fucking destiel meme

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🐺 xx-bisclavret-did-nothing-wrong-xx Follow

if i found out my husband was a cool sexy werewolf i simply would not cheat on him and indefinitely trap him in the form of an inarticulate beast. rip bisclavret's wife but im different

🗡️ sa.la.din

he literally lied to her repeatedly and gaslighted her what are you on

🐺 xx-bisclavret-did-nothing-wrong-xx Follow

is the gaslighting in the room with us

#literally sick of the bisclavret slander #as though anyone would accept him if he told them he was a werewolf!! #they would have killed him!! #do you expect him to have just volunteered that info?? #bisclavret’s wife is problematic as hell but ok #die on that hill if you want to #edit checked his blog and he’s an eleanor of aquitaine stan #that tracks

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🟥 innocent3

read my fucking DNI before you follow me. cathars are NOT welcome on my blog

#DNIs exist for a reason #literally about to go on crusade im fucking sick of this #like my previous post if interested

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💭 paraclet-heloise

not to stir the pot but i honestly don't think marrying solely for economic reasons is a great idea. like i’m not endorsing the troubadours but they kind of ate with the concept of romantic love

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🎀 elaine1135 Follow

@ marie-de-france write a lai about lancelot and guinevere im begging

📚 albigensian.gal

GO READ CHRETIEN DE TROYES IF YOU WANT LANCELOT AND GUINEVERE we do not need more lancevere content shut the fuck upppp

#read chevrefoil if you're soooo desperate for courtly love content #tristan and iseult are better anyway #even though tristan is from cornwall 🤮

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🎓 pete.abelard

i just got into the university of paris!!

#im so excited i can't believe it #i just got the news #gotta brush up on my latin

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🛡️ cornwall4life Follow

if you ship tristan x iseult of the white hands unfollow me right now

#supporting this is actually disgusting #thomas' tristan is a DNF for me #of course you would replace iseult with another iseult just so they can get married #as though courtly love is not the only reason anyone reads this #honestly wtf #guess im a lancevere again #at least there's no weird second guinevere subplot

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💭 paraclet-heloise

eleanor of aquitaine got an annulment??

👑 henryiicool4u Follow

she's single??

🗡️ sa.la.din

#eleanor if you're seeing this my DMs are open

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🎨moine-de-cluny

yes!! new manuscript will be dropping this whitsuntide! here's a sneak peak :)

#worked super hard on this one so im excited for everyone to see it #there will definitely be some creatures you will not have seen before

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🟥 innocent3

like this post if you want to go on crusade

thank you @inkedmoth & @ffigwit for the tag!

Locking in in an attempt to finish my OC Week fic before I have to start my new job so here's a snippet from me re-writing the scene where she and Duinhir meet (please can this be the final version). In which Duinhir chooses the most avoidant way of asking a woman out on a date that he can manage.

Turning back to her, Lord Duinhir folded his hands behind his back and said, “I have had enough of rattling around grand houses for today and have no desire to return to my own, so I will be dining at the Squewered Boar tonight. Have you heard of it?” Miryeman quickly swallowed an urge to laugh. The servant’s face went through a rapid series of emotions, ranging from confusion to annoyance to realisation. This is ridiculous. To make so bald a statement and pretend it is all in casual conversation. She wondered if he was attempting to give her a means to turn down the blatant invitation without appearing to do so or whether he sought to protect his own pride from her refusal. Or maybe this is the way all noblemen of Gondor ask a woman to become their mistress. How would you know? She realised that she needed to make some response. “I have not,” she said. “Is the food good?” “Probably not what you are used to,” said Duinhir, again with that false nonchalance. “But by our standards it is wonderful. I am rather fond of it, unlike some of the taverns in the upper rings it affords a little privacy.” Miryeman almost did laugh then. As if they would go unnoticed, with his hair and her accent. Oh, the illusions of the wealthy and titled. “Do you mean to dine alone?” Miryeman asked, partly just to keep the servant waiting. It would also be good to know if she would be outnumbered. As if he alone does not already outnumber you. “Unless you count an empty chair then yes,” said Duinhir cheerily. Realising that it was her move, Miryeman experienced a brief mental tug of war between acceptance and refusal before deciding to take advantage of the ambiguity offered her and saying, “Maybe someone will take pity on you and fill it.”

tysm for tagging me @maria-black and @icarusofathousanddays :)

two tags mean two lines because I said so! and I am tagging @shirebarbie (I KNOW you have funny lines) @endless-natterings and @allpinkandgoldandglittering <3 <3

He stared down the chickpeas like he could intimidate them into being… better, somehow.

from the untitled Cami/Elijah fic

Grace felt something sinister take over her brain, and she pondered whether or not Carol Lockwood understood the concept of a sugar daddy.

Fëaduck and his seven ducklings

thank you for tagging me @starspray !! <3 my focus has been Detective!Cel lately, nearing the end of chapter 4 !! Maedhros has finally entered the picture, Tirion's femme fatale.

Fëanor haunts many lands, this one in particular. For how quick a death, and how swift his burial on the wind, he clogged the veins of the world with his conflagration of breath in both his coming and falling. Celebrían remembers laughing, and remembers Galadriel coaxing out her laughter, despite Celeborn’s warning stare.  And then, she turns to look at Maedhros and the feeling in her chest–telling her, as her mother did, that laughter is silky-smooth and good for the soul; and what you do when you hear such foolish stories about foolish, idiotic men–it goes away like a flash of lightning, like a body burning quick. Maedhros peers down at her, and he must think she is confused for he blinks his hollowed-out eyes and says something about the maid, and the wine, and the way his father must now look to the city of Tirion–to Aman, as a whole–and he will never get live it down now, even if he died and was brought back twice.  “But you do not believe it to be wine,” Celebrían says at last. “That is why you are here, yes?” Maedhros does laugh, this time, bitterly. “The way my father lies is by trying to force the belief upon you. He will tell you the lie as fact; and leave very little freedom for your own thought. It does not work on me.”  Celebrían finds she is glad that someone other than her and Finrod have seen through the foolishness. But if Fëanor does not confide in the eldest of his sons, who does he speak to? She thinks fleetingly of Nerdanel, but then remembers her words and air—idiot, she had said. But that may have been an epithet reserved for him regardless of the near-death. “And what are your thoughts?” Celebrían asks him.  “I had first wondered if Amillë decided at last to exact her revenge, but she would not save it for them alone, she would have admonished him in the public eye if she wished to genuinely dampen his spirit.” Maedhros dusts the front of his robes. His right hand does not move, it sits placidly against his thigh, as if he has forgotten it was there. “I believe he was poisoned, as do you–perhaps by someone who does not adore the fact that Mandos has let him out to roam.” “Fëanor has many enemies,” Celebrían remarks. She thinks of Nerdanel, though he does not. Then wonders if he truly does—but what sort of son would incriminate his own mother? “Those he has killed, and those whose lives he led to ruin.”  This does not, she notes, strip blame entirely from any of his sons.

author is scared of me = terrified of ambiguity, uses excruciatingly precise language to avoid being misinterpreted, treats diversity as a box-ticking exercise, bends over backwards to explain itself when Literally No One Asked, all morally grey actions have to be immediately justified and resolved

[for the Silm Fic Rec Ask Game]

3. The fanfic author you wish you'd read more from.

The answer is: way too many, but I'll stick to the ones that are always at the back of my mind. Warning: as a rule I think I have a problem with fics (and books as well) because whenever I have a strong feeling I'm going to become completely *insane* about one I just postpone reading it. I like to edge myself, I suppose.

So I'd love to read more from user clovis_unleashed/ @tobermoriansass I've read his Maedhros fic for the trsb2025 and the one about Miriel/Feanor and I went completely bonkers over both of them. I've been putting off sisiphyus for as long as I've been active in this fandom (!!). Many fics in my tbr are actually his.

My most recent discovery is user @angamaite-der-ritter/ Angamaite. I saw his published fics, opened several of them (I actually finished one, another is still sitting sadly in an open tab. sigh sigh), and went "okay byeeee" (too good. poor me).

Also, user @i-am-a-lonely-visitor/lonelyvisitor and the Magolfin ship, which I've yet to embark on, but the concept is just chef's kiss.

I don't think that's healthy. I'm missing out on a lot, honestly. And like I'm sure the list is longer than this.

6. A fic you love about a rare character, ship or a legendarium setting.

hiiii tysm for the ask!!! I also still think about that snippet <3

I got so excited I made a little moodboard too!

Grace didn't remember when her room had turned into their room, but she wouldn't change it for the world. The steady clicking of the keys on Cami's laptop had somehow never bothered her sensitive ears, and Cami didn't seem to let Grace's ceaseless piano playing disturb her—something not even Elijah could say for himself—hence, Grace's piano room, or rather, their room.