Jun 14
Forging Arda
I couldn't stop thinking how terrifying Melkor must have been at the beginning and how much fun he was probably having. basically what i was envisioning when i wrote this fic
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Forging Arda
I couldn't stop thinking how terrifying Melkor must have been at the beginning and how much fun he was probably having. basically what i was envisioning when i wrote this fic
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Mirror
An Arda story for @microcest!
Prompt: Sixty-Nine (from July 23rd 2025)
E; 500 words Elladan/Elrohir
Close and closer, the loop of a mirror perfect in its imperfections.
I think this is the most/longest I've struggled with any of these; that's what I get for not trying to be clever and use sixty-nine in some other sense, I guess. >.>
(Also trying to write a summary for this was like . . . are you serious. XD)
WIP Wednesday Sentences
From my June 3rd post here; Mirror for @kallisto-k, @whimsicalmeerkat, and @tamsinswriting, thanks!
Elladan drew back just a touch, warm breath sweeping over the length of his own, and Elrohir’s fingers curled against his thigh, pressing harder. Grounding himself against the heady sensation. Elladan began to twist under his hands, then hitched as Elrohir let his tongue drag almost contemplatively over the hot skin beneath his lips. Elrohir took the abortive jerk and the shiver he could feel running through Elladan as encouragement, smiling and licking his lips before opening his mouth wide to breathe softly over the tip of his twin’s cock. It was another tease, but one he abandoned just as swiftly. Elladan arched into his mouth, making a rough sound, one hand sliding higher up Elrohir’s thigh, gripping his ass. Elrohir hummed appreciatively - Elladan’s fingers dug into him as his twin gave another rough cry, louder this time - and let Elladan press deeper, but wriggled his hips, a reminder. Elladan laughed breathlessly, fingers easing, and kissed Elrohir’s cock, lips dragging all too slowly up towards the tip. Elrohir groaned, fingers curling, and dragged his short nails along his twin’s thigh as Elladan’s mouth finally wrapped around the head of his cock.
WIP Wednesday Sentences
From my May 27th post here; Mirror for @kallisto-k, thanks!
He nosed Elladan’s hip and palmed his cock, stretching to bring his lips just beneath the head; the slick warmth of Elladan’s tongue met the shaft of his own, making his breath hitch, a soft, shivery pulse spreading through him. He drew a deeper breath and slid the flat of his palm over his twin’s thigh, steadying himself against another, longer stroke. The thick muscle trembled beneath his hand, and he smiled, nuzzling his lips against Elladan’s cock this time.
My Hands Long for Far Shores
♥ pale, sick, hope, ship ♥ It is that my hands / are also my father’s hands
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The problem with being king, Ereinion often thought to himself, was that kinging often took him far inland. Which made sense, the majority of the land he stewarded was, well, land, with pale silver trees and golden fields of wheat. But was it too much to ask, too much to hope, that he might settle for a few centuries, that the business of ruling might wait? Was he not a Noldo (perhaps) (or Teleri) (or Sindar) (or something), with a craft to occupy his hands? He had been taught at his (foster) father’s knee to make ships (what craft did his true father ply?) to heal his sick and tired soul in the gentle curve of a strong keel, in the strength of endless miles of rope and rigging, in the wind caught in sails that never failed.
He wanted to sail.
He stayed for the people.
The sea called to him endlessly.
Perhaps he would have made it to Aman one day, if not for war and devastation and Maiar with annoying plans. And rings, because it always comes back to jewelry.
But in the end, it is the flame that takes him, the kingship of the Noldor bracketed neatly by the burning of ships on peaceful harbors. It is his friend who lights his funereal ship, and sidesteps the business of kinging altogether.
(Ao3)(SWG)
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@s0u1c0de 🫂— a platonic dynamic/connection (Arda and Elyse)
Stranger Things AU:
Mall Culture - Elyse would take Arda to the mall to go shopping and explore her style. Introduce her to the wonders of makeup and perfume and tie it all together with lunch at the food court were they can people watch (look at the hotties).
Unspecified AU:
Sleep over or girls night - baking, shenanigans, movies and talk of boys/girls/theys with all of the junk food, staying up late.
Arda being Elyse's fashion designer/stylist. "Is this too short?" - "It's not short enough."