Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
You know in @chthonion's The Harrowing when Annatar and Tyelpe are kissing and then Annatar feels Tyelpe’s heartbeat and Tyelpe (reasonably) freaks the fuck out and then Annatar goes to get Finrod and Frodo to help? I wanted Tyelpe’s POV of that bit, so I wrote it.
“Annatar is not your responsibility right now,” Frodo says, a touch sharply.
“He is always going to be my responsibility,” Celebrimbor returns in kind, “from now until the end of the world.”
“Allow me to amend my statement,” Frodo says. “His feelings are not your responsibility.”
“He hardly even knows what feelings are,” Celebrimbor bites back. “He – there are so many things he doesn’t know, or doesn’t understand; he keeps asking me things that have never occurred to me to tell someone. He asked me questions about breathing properly. He didn’t know how to use the privy!”
Frodo looks as if he is fighting the urge to laugh, but it’s probably hysteria and not humor. “You are not the only person in the house who has experience with embodiment,” he says firmly. “If Annatar has questions about flatulence or gets the hiccups or needs help with the concept of socks, I am certain someone else will be delighted to explain it to him.”
a drabble written for the SWG October instradrabbling, for the prompt:
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee
.
On still and quiet days when the mist hangs heavy over the shore, muffling the sounds of the waves, Maglor sings his brothers up before him. They stand mist-shrouded, shimmering ghosts in the dress of Tirion of old, smiling faces, decked out in glittering finery, silks and gems, the memories he wants to hold onto. Maglor cannot sing his own self to join them; he doesn’t remember what he looked like in such things, or what such joy feels like.
But he can look at them, at least, and for a little while he doesn’t feel quite so alone.
(Takes place in the world of the inimitable @chthonion's Your shadow rising to meet you, although I think this snippet actually works without that context. In Aman, in the Fourth Age, Nerdanel processes how her children have changed, and how she relates to them now.)
When Makalaurë is upset, Maedhros calls him “Mags”.
Nerdanel hates it.
It is a coarse, crude epessë, more like the names of Men than of the Eldar; she is sure that is part of why they use it. It is a name that was used when they were less than, when they were cut down into something smaller and more comprehensible and bloodier; it has no place in her house. She bears it. She is determined not to hurt them any more than she has already.
She hates, also, with a crystalline fury, how often her second son is upset. He seems to oscillate between absence and pain. Elrond had said he was tired, but she thinks 'tired' is to have one foot in the waking world and one in sleep, and it is not sleep that her songbird is stepping towards.
She sees the way he orients himself thoughtlessly to Maedhros, much the way Maedhros once had with Fëanáro: an orbit built of habit more than of love. She sees the way he forcibly stops himself when he notices himself doing it; the way he tries to set Elrond as his guiding star instead.
Elrond would make a good guiding star. She supposes it may run in the family.
So I’m (re-?)reading The Silmarillion and Fëanor creates the SIlmarils. Melkor is jealous of them, and Melkor is spreading lies among the Elves to guide the Elves to believe… that the Valar are jealous of the Elves for being better makers. Which... they are? Because Melkor is (or was, depending on who you ask) a Vala, and it’s saying he is?
But there’s also a line earlier about how Melkor had spread word that maybe Feanor was inspired by him or had knowledge from him, and I love the idea that the lie that he is spreading is the thing that he wishes was true. He’s using that lie born of his own jealousy — but he has to know that there will be people among the Eldar who understand, "Uh, no Melkor, Fëanor hates you, he was not inspired by you, you’re just jealous."
But THOSE ELVES will then be the ones who'll be like, "Wow! The Most Powerful Ainu is jealous of us?" And that’s what he uses!! To make the Eldar mistrust the Ainur!!
So either you believe Melkor's lies that the Valar are jealous of Fëanor... Or you don't believe Melkor... and you believe that Melkor, a Vala, is jealous of Fëanor.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Yo dude crazy news but. You don't have to be good. Like it turns out you actually don't have to walk on your knees in the desert repenting. It's 2026 bro just let the soft animal of your body love what it loves or whatever
Eight, almost nine months before he had left Ost-in-Edhil for the second-to-last time, Annatar had woken up in Tyelpe’s bed. He rarely slept at all, in those days, and he had known by then how dangerous it was for him to sleep there in particular. How it would feel when he woke, the peculiar crawling vulnerability of it, the soft yearning like a cockroach that refuses to be crushed. He had turned to look at Tyelpe, who was curled on his side, head resting on his outstretched arm, mouth open with the soft breath of true sleep. He was shirtless; it had been warm, and the windows open. There had been birds outside. Barn-swallows, feeding their young. He had lay still and wondered if this was what mornings were like for mortals. He had not, at the time, understood how the thought had prickled at his constructed body.
Later that week, he had arranged an accident to kill one of Tyelpe’s apprentices. He hadn't killed many people, those last years especially; the risk of discovery had increased, as his life had become ever more intertwined with Celebrimbor’s, and it was almost never worth it. But he had thought that this death might destabilize Tyelpe, make him doubt his own infallibility, make him acknowledge that the governance and control of his city (their city) was not enough. That even extraordinary people – perhaps especially extraordinary people – could not be trusted with their own destinies. He had been considering, the night before, whether to bring up Tyelpe’s family line, the better to cement that sentiment. He'd decided against it. Tyelpe had always been unpredictable when it came to his family. Sometimes he would rage, sometimes crumble, sometimes turn to stone.
He had told Tyelpe about it, before the end. How he had set up the explosion in Tyelpe’s workshop, and guided her into sparking it off; how he had let his own form melt away when she poured the fatal mixture together, and then reshaped himself injured after the explosion had blown through him. How he had made sure to pull her body from the fire at just the right time, when her eyes had liquefied but her hands were still recognizable. How satisfying he had found Celebrimbor’s horror, when he had arrived half an hour later to find a body covered with a blanket, Annatar weeping, the Gwaith and the city watch together grimly debating how to safely put out the fire. How Celebrimbor’s voice had spiraled up with the smoke of the terrible silver flames he must have known were from his own workshop. “No, no, no!”
He had expected Tyelpe to cry. To say, You had known her all her life, how could you? But Tyelpe, bound to the anvil but not yet broken, had spat at him, and had said, Good, because I always blamed you for it, which had hurt in a way that made no sense at all and that left Annatar disquieted.
that makes him the perfect filling for every good sandwich
Maedhros and Findekáno = lovely, amazing, 10/10 but have you considered adding a Finrod.
Tyelkormo and Aredhel? Fuck yes. Add one Finrod and stir vigorously. (Make it Hunt themed, that won't be remotely traumatic for anyone!)
We can even toss him between Annatar and Celebrimbor for some fuckin' CRUNCH. @chthonion knows what I'm on about. (It's their fault that I'm on about it lbr!)
I do not seem to be capable of shipping him with only one person at a time. My boy is just extra, he needs two. He DESERVES two. Give Finrod what he deserves.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
See, I have been in this picture before, but right now this is completely the reverse of my situation. Almost everything I'm writing is wayyyyy past the original scope, it just keeps unspooling at my feet.
that makes him the perfect filling for every good sandwich
Maedhros and Findekáno = lovely, amazing, 10/10 but have you considered adding a Finrod.
Tyelkormo and Aredhel? Fuck yes. Add one Finrod and stir vigorously. (Make it Hunt themed, that won't be remotely traumatic for anyone!)
We can even toss him between Annatar and Celebrimbor for some fuckin' CRUNCH. @chthonion knows what I'm on about. (It's their fault that I'm on about it lbr!)
I do not seem to be capable of shipping him with only one person at a time. My boy is just extra, he needs two. He DESERVES two. Give Finrod what he deserves.
Scientists have developed a breakthrough “superfood” for honeybees by engineering yeast to produce the essential nutrients normally found in
TLDR- Modern agriculture pollen is low in nutrients, and there aren’t enough wildflowers. Science has to develop vitamins to supplement the diets of agricultural bees. So plant some wildflowers for the wild bees near you.
like the betrayal’s always going to be worse if they cared about you and it didn’t matter. someone discards you because they didn’t give a shit, then you can be angry about that, you can feel vindicated in that, you can get over it. but if they can look you in the eyes and say “I love you. I would make the same choice again.” You will never sleep peacefully again, is all.
“I thought they cared about me, but they were lying this whole time.” <- tired. boring. removes all the nuance of this relationship to make it easier to move on from.
“I thought they cared about me, and I was right, and every minute they were there for me, every time they said they were proud, every laugh we shared leaning against each other bruised and breathless, all of it was real. and they still left me behind. They could put their love aside. I couldn’t.” <- insane. will never leave you alone. reminds you that even the worst people are still people and can still care about even the ones they hurt the most and that undoes neither the harm nor the love.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
jacobvanloon
turnnoffyourmind
titsay
prguitarman
romaincrisis
dededos
vaporwave
snowghoul
