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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.
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A queen at the long fall of her empire
Never have two people been more different. Nessa is into ballet and the opera. Meássë is into designing games and was once an absolute terror on the VRF (Valinor Rules Football) field. But the stars aligned one night when Meássë had to treat a client on a night out on the town, and now these two are inseparable.
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Meet the gang!
I cannot draw people to save my life, so here's the picrew team involved in my Ghost Debunkers story.
Nahtanis is a History Major AU. She also studies dead languages.
Írissë is a lacrosse athlete who got in on a partial scholarship. She's also a Geology Major.
Oromë and Tyelkormo are both Forestry Majors. They play for their college's VRF (Valinor Rules Football) team during the season. Oromë also indulges in hunting and bushcraft to wind down.
The first draft of my Ghost Debunkers AU fic is finished! 7.5K words! And my brain finally feels empty!
Reblogging with a snippet from the draft:
She followed him down a long corridor lined with paintings on either side. They were portraits of figures who commanded both wealth and high society standing, scenes of luxury and abundance, and a man who stood tall and fierce against a field of black. He had dark hair and dark eyes—and rings that glittered around each of his tapered fingers. A walking cane carved out of some expensive wood was gripped tightly in his right hand. “This is Mr. Bauglir,” Oromë explained for the benefit of the viewers. “Quite the specimen, isn’t he?” “That he is,” Írissë said. “How old was he when he came here?” “Twenty-four,” Oromë said. “And he died five years later—only two years after this manor was completed.”
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Always
nobody:
literally not a single fucking person:
me: actually if i was going to handle silmarils i no longer have any right to because i killed people and shit, i would simply not touch them bare handed. i, being an intellectual who knows that these stones burned the innards of a literal werewolf, a creature whose own stomach acids probably had the same corrosive effect as lava, am perfectly aware that my silly little tummy (which throws tantrums about dairy) is no match. a silmaril would give me instant stigmata. carve a perfect tunnel through my flesh. i, being clever and possessing the ability to look up at the sky, am equally aware that eärendil’s newest labret piercing being visible to the naked eye from the stratosphere makes it pretty clear that the thing is probably very bright. as bright as a star. neil armstrong walked on the moon in a space suit. he did not wank off the stars in his birthday suit. all things considered, i, unlike maedhros fëanorian who spent the first 500 years of his life eating hot chip, specialising in himbodom, lying, and not educating himself on basic physics, i would be trotting away peacefully from eönwë’s camp, my silmarils clenched victoriously in
My niece was a big fan of this shark version when she was little, which she bought at some junky souvenir shop near the beach. Perhaps a good Maglor option.
The true professional uses a bowl. Like so.
The first draft of my Ghost Debunkers AU fic is finished! 7.5K words! And my brain finally feels empty!
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more fanfic writers and fan artists need to be introduced to the wonders of responding to rude and entitled puritans who can’t mind their own business with “I don’t care what you think. your opinion is your problem, not mine, and you cannot stop me from doing what I want when you’re just a powerless noise on the internet that can be silenced by a single click of the block button.”
WHICH DAD WOULD YOU LIKE TO FUCK EXCEPT THESE OPTIONS ARE VERY QUESTIONABLE
Eöl
Curufin
Eru Ilúvatar
Glaurung
Ulfang
Morgoth
Mîm
Andróg
Ungoliant’s mates
Orodreth
Happy father’s day
Eru, naturally.
Consider an AU where Ghost Debunkers! Oromë and Celegorm join forces with Aradhel and her best friend, Nahtanis, as they explore the opulent but abandoned rooms of Utumno Manor, a place made infamous by its owner, Mr. Melkor Bauglir, and the ritual sacrifices he performed to summon malevolent entities. Their routine exploration takes a dark turn when they discover the tales surrounding the manor are more than mere exaggerations and lies.
Reblogging this to say that I, being the plot-bunny-indulging gremlin that I am, have already devised an unedited, bare-bones skeleton of a story that I will work on soon. Why? Because I cannot help myself, that is why.
This is actually happening... the story is about to be worked on.
1.7k in and I have only just gotten the gang inside the Manor.
4.7k in, and I'm only halfway.
Young as lamb
Characters: Finrod, Beor, Original Characters
Warning: Death of childOC (not described), Finrod in cult?
Note: English is not my first language, would you believe if I said this came to me in a dream? the last sentences anyway
Chilling.
I like it.
Consider an AU where Ghost Debunkers! Oromë and Celegorm join forces with Aradhel and her best friend, Nahtanis, as they explore the opulent but abandoned rooms of Utumno Manor, a place made infamous by its owner, Mr. Melkor Bauglir, and the ritual sacrifices he performed to summon malevolent entities. Their routine exploration takes a dark turn when they discover the tales surrounding the manor are more than mere exaggerations and lies.
Reblogging this to say that I, being the plot-bunny-indulging gremlin that I am, have already devised an unedited, bare-bones skeleton of a story that I will work on soon. Why? Because I cannot help myself, that is why.
This is actually happening... the story is about to be worked on.
1.7k in and I have only just gotten the gang inside the Manor.
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.
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Consider an AU where Ghost Debunkers! Oromë and Celegorm join forces with Aradhel and her best friend, Nahtanis, as they explore the opulent but abandoned rooms of Utumno Manor, a place made infamous by its owner, Mr. Melkor Bauglir, and the ritual sacrifices he performed to summon malevolent entities. Their routine exploration takes a dark turn when they discover the tales surrounding the manor are more than mere exaggerations and lies.
Reblogging this to say that I, being the plot-bunny-indulging gremlin that I am, have already devised an unedited, bare-bones skeleton of a story that I will work on soon. Why? Because I cannot help myself, that is why.
This is actually happening... the story is about to be worked on.
Sulking in the Snow
This is how I picture Melkor in the amazing angbang fic Defying Stars by @saintstars
Thank you so much again for that belated Silm Stocking. That story of Melkor sitting outside in the snow outside of Utumno, contemplating his place in the world, and relation to the other Vala. Sometimes, even Melkor wants to belong.
Your writing evoked such a vivid image of the giant Dork Lord of Arda languishing in the snow with mountains as his furniture. And then Mairon comes out to rouse him. Rattled, that he has to reminded right now to tend to those governing duties that come with the package of being a dark lord.
But what is governance to an eldritch being like Melkor? And then he has to see insults that Varda has written for him to see in the stars.
