Jun 5
this came to me at 4 am as I cleaned up cat puke btw
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this came to me at 4 am as I cleaned up cat puke btw
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full nerd-maxxing by listening to Hamilton while putting together a 60 slide powerpoint on the Silmarillion for my friends
started my summer courses (bleh) so writing will slow down sadly. arwena ghost fic is done though, just needs editing!!!! soon, my friends, soon.
in the mean time have some Celebrian and Arwen's ghostly apparition. dialogue of pain and despair!
“Little dawn,” Celebrian whispers. The flame barely flickers with her breath. “Come to me, Arwen, come to emig.” Then, she shakes her head. “I speak to you like a child, but I have since learned you have many children of your own. You grew like a tree, my dear, my Arwen.” Wind kisses all four walls, despite the closed window. Celebrian takes it for energy and keeps talking. “I know little of Man’s memory, but I imagine those of your family.” Her voice breaks. “That is your husband and children–they may take up more space. It may be them you search for now,” she whispers. “And not us.” There is a cool breeze along her forehead, gentle as a kiss. It smells warm, like roses and milk thistle and the lights of fireflies falling like dust into dark night. “I will speak, then, of them. It is how Earwen–your great-grandmother–pulled me from my shell: my children, my life, you who are like my head and body and neck and so never separate from me.”
wip wednesday
thank you for the tag @lady-of-ithilien !!!! I just finished a long one shot so the wips I have are a little short sadly, but here is a little snippet of an Ambarussa focused fic, where they are born conjoined twins! A sort of reasoning for why they wish to and are known by one name (other than it just being their mother name)
They were born holding hands, and it took four of Aman’s best healers to pry them apart. Nerdanel wept, she wept for their separation and for their pain and for the fact that they had made her drown the birthing-bed in her own blood. Mostly she wept because wanted them to hold hands forever, to cling to each other until the world stopped; but Feanor did not heed this. And in the end, they were parted.
no pressure tags: @annarobots @hobbitwrangler @balrogballs @ladysterndust + anyone who sees this <3
editing my own whump fic: OUGGHHH ACK OUGH OUHGH ACKK AGH *COUGH* *COUGH* OUGGHH WHYY AGHAG
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last song: Willing and Able by Noah Kahan
currently watching: not much honestly, I am not a big tv person! however, my last youtube watch I think was top 10 bear stock videos. because I like bears.
currently reading: Emily Wilson's translation of the Odyssey. I just finished the Iliad which was lovely!
current obsession: poetry, I suppose, which is just writing. I've been trying to create a sort of poetry portfolio as it is--aside from ff--my main writing adventure. I've written more in the past 3 weeks than I have over 2 years!
currently working on: a Silmarillion slideshow for my friends. as for writing--chapter 4 of detective!celebrian mainly; but also trying to finish my Aralas fic I haven't touched in 2 months. ALSO! a galadriel/elrond fic (trust the process) and a fic on elrond recovering lost trauma-hidden memories of his life in Sirion/of Elwing. this was sparked by their small and brief meeting in my arwen ghost fic.
last google search: substack essay on puritans and cunnilingus.
favourite flower: orchids!! I just think they are neat.
no pressure tags: @lady-of-ithilien @thescrapwitch @balrogballs @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @aroacebaggins @ecofutural<3
at the renfaire and spotted both sam and frodo. happy pride.
oh boy I can't wait to write later it'll be so fun the words are cooking in my brain they're tumbling around like a spin cycle this is so good i will write like never before im so happ opens doc ahuguhauguhhgaaaggghaah