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another excerpt for @russingon-week! this is for the day seven prompts "beginnings and endings" and "brothers and family" <3 this is the Big Wedding Day fic for my Modern Middle-earth AU the world as we know it!

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At long last, the day arrived. Fingon’s mother straightened his purple bowtie; his father pinned a sky blue boutonnière to his lapel. Turgon straightened his collar and told him to stand up straighter, to which Fingon made a stupid joke about nothing being straight here. Elenwë, eight months pregnant, rolled her eyes and tugged her husband out of the room, while Aredhel laughed brightly in her pure white dress.

“Anyone who doesn’t know would think I’m getting married,” she joked, twirling around.

Her outfit was not as voluminous as a wedding gown, but Fingon indulged her. She was so happy—so free. She had just finally gained full legal custody over Maeglin, who at nearly two years old was being carried around by his Uncle Argon, home early from his first year of college. Aredhel was now even considering changing her last name from Black to White instead of back to Smith, just to spite her no-good convict ex-husband. (Eöl, it turned out, had a history of not only abuse but also tax fraud, blackmailing, and even arson. Once the eye of the law was fixed on him, he hadn’t been able to wiggle his way out of a prison sentence for at least the next decade.)

“My bride is prettier,” Fingon teased, only for her to whack him on the cheek with her bouquet. A daisy fell onto the ground, but neither she nor Fingon really cared. Argon gently picked up the fallen flower and tucked it behind Maeglin’s ear. The little lad giggled, and whispered something into Argon’s ear.

The day was finally, finally here.

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Oh you really know how to pick the fun ones.

11. Make up an alternate title for one of my fics

Ok I'm going to take a number of cracks at this one and give you a little thinking as to the reasoning: 1) The Future is a Foreign Land (alt. When It All Burns Down)

This is the title to a song by Ghost I really like that's functionally about a broken up couple through multiple apocalyptic scenarios with the theme being that they can forgive and hold each other through the end. Obviously this situation isn't romantic, but I think the concept still applies. "When It All Burns Down" is the main line from the chorus.

2) Keep The Porch Light On

Idk why this one just kind of came to me. I wanted something that evokes the fact that this fic takes place entirely (at least up to this point) inside Lucanis' house, and that it is Lucanis letting Illario in that kicks off the whole thing. The idea of a porch light symbolizing hope and welcome and home, all things that feel very out of reach for these men yet are undeniably all they've got going for them right now...yeah.

Yes I do see the irony that there are no porch lights because they have no power.

3) Three Feet Under

A little play on the idiom "six feet under." They're in a grim fucking situation, but they're not dead yet, even if they might want to be. The idea that the situation is grim but there's still potential for life, for escape.

4). You, Me, and the Rats in the Walls

A bit long, but I feel like this one doesn't need any explanation

5) No Exit This Way

The inspo here is from Sarte's No Exit and the line "hell is other people," because what better way to describe this fic? But I didn't want to just straight up steal that title so I decided to expand a bit. I went with No Exit This Way thinking that "this way" is really representative of their strained relationship and their inability to talk, and that there is no exit (i.e. no path forward) if they can't find a way to reconcile their pasts and work together.

12. Write an alternate blurb for one of my fics

Your blurb as it exists is SO good it's difficult to think of a better one, but I'll give it a go.

Illario leaves the bar on a Wednesday night. By Friday night, everyone he knows is dead. Everyone, except Lucanis. Sometimes, here at the end of the world, he wishes it was anyone else.

A map of Aren, Ostal, showing the main districts and roads. 

As the capital of Ostal, Aren holds a very important position both politically and militarily. Underneath the city is a complex web of tunnels, which let authorized individuals move unburdened and unquestioned around.

The capital features one of the Continent’s best Universities, whose campus is right on that major public park.

School district land consists of the actual campuses, as well as vast swaths of student housing.

Even though the sprawl is limited, Aren has an unprecedented ability to build upward. Most of the buildings are incredibly tall towers, in similar style to the palace.

So, I started working on some concept art for my new WebComic I am working on. 

I’ve kinda decided on a name and it’s going to be called:  The World As We Know it. 

I know it sounds corny and cheesy but it has a meaning behind it, I swear. 

“So...you’re saying we should get engaged? We’re ready for that?”

“Are you asking?”

“No!” Fingon yelped, mortified. “I—I mean, not yet. I’m not... Not like this.”

“I like you like this,” Maedhros said, gently poking him in the belly. “I like you all the time, in all the ways.”

Fingon was suddenly so overwhelmed with love for Maedhros that he couldn’t breathe: he just stared up at his boyfriend with a stupid, sappy smile. “I like you too,” he said shyly, like they were just admitting their feelings for the first time.

Miqut and their child, Isadora. When Isadora was made, they were given an intense connection to the weave, resulting in a constant out-pour of magic through their body. Unfortunately, Isadora was never properly taught how to let this magic flow through them- and the build-up was disastrous.

A continent in Emheim, the one that both TWAWKI and GSOE take place on! It really is the hub of the action, in terms of the main plot. 

It has a temperate to cold climate. It has a small mountain range in the north, a large forest stretching across its middle, and wetlands in the south. 

While early on, the people of The Beginning created separate city states, these soon merged into countries and full empires; The Holy Empire, Monroe, and the independent country of Dalory. Monroe fell apart first, becoming Ostal, Eslaine, and Naeri. The fall of the Holy Empire is more recent, taking place within the past 100 years- A war still going on to this day. 

All countries have some sort of monarchy. 

The sweetest little gnome you ever did see and her familiar, a giant star-nosed mole

One of the PC’s for TWAWKI, she’s a Demigod of Fryysudd and a very impressive alchemist.