deep-sea-wright
deep-sea-wright
Sometimes I make art too
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Tolkien blog | No idea where this is going | Will post art on occasion
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deep-sea-wright · 4 days ago
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i said it once and i'll say it again: no more unnecessary plot lines unless they're relevant to the sex scenes.
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deep-sea-wright · 6 days ago
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deep-sea-wright · 7 days ago
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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
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deep-sea-wright · 15 days ago
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idk i think what is interesting about astarion to me is the fact that you have a guy who started out an asshole (normal type) and then spent two hundred years in a very carefully and specifically crafted (by the writers of the game) Become A Terrible Person Or Die nexus. like it wasn’t just a Torment Nexus, he wasn’t just in hell, i feel like this is very important not to forget, he was in hell but it was specifically a hell designed to, over time, kill the empathy of anyone trapped in it, kill their brain’s ability to prioritize other peoples’ survival, to numb one’s conscience.
and then he gets yanked directly out of that nexus and despite that the fact that he spent, again, two hundred years in a situation that was sort of a rock tumbler for the human soul, there’s still a pebble left in there. and it’s a pebble that can be grown if placed in the right environment and provided with a support network.
so i think it becomes interesting because it really does i think force you to start thinking about the limits of free will even on as basic a level as the human personality. i think the fact that he becomes such a different character based on player choice, that his end morality is so hugely dependent on player choice, is uhhh. a big part of what the devs were going for probably.
it makes a lot of people really uncomfortable to acknowledge some bad people would be good people if literally nothing changed except they had a good support network and different circumstances. especially because it means the opposite is also true. which is even more uncomfortable.
you know that part in the beginning of fellowship of the ring where gandalf is talking about how gollum is ultimately only like that because of the ring and gandalf thinks his story is sad? astarion is kinda like if they sexualized gollum.
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deep-sea-wright · 15 days ago
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Maybe a an Andreth?
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I'm actually not taking request anymore, but i still had some half finished sketches that i finished up .
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deep-sea-wright · 15 days ago
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Maglor's little star, tormented and longing for his family for jc-vanimia ✨
Elrond and Maglor
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deep-sea-wright · 15 days ago
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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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deep-sea-wright · 3 months ago
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I will never stop shipping Curufin& Finrod. They're so perfect for each other! Finrod, the golden son, everything Curufin yearns to be. Finrod the bright, the all-smiles with the mind of a snake. Finrod who is said to be so kind & adoring, but Finrod who takes the title of King when only Nolofinwë should hold it, & hunts the petty dwarves out of their homes. (at the time)
Finrod who schemes, steals Nargothrond from the petty dwarves, Finrod who is a snake. Finrod who is bright, who everyone loves, who is so clever-tongued and wants to see everything of the world. Finrod who has been asked to be far more than he wants to be, just like Curvo. Finrod who is Noldo, Teler, and Vanyar. Finrod who is an elder child. Finrod who is the heir to his father - who sees for comparison, Nelyafinwë and Findekano, both brave, both clever, both cunning. Who has to be the patient, kind, understanding one between two houses who hate each other. Finrod who needs someone who's just as a snake as he is, someone who can handle him on his bad days, someone who can handle him being petty & cruel when the pressure is too much.
Curufinwë who has always yearned to be golden since he was named who he is; who has always yearned to be what is Father is, Curufinwë who needs someone just as snarky but someone kind; someone radiant, someone to laugh in front of his venom, someone to call him to his bullshit when he gets too bitter, someone who is not a smith but appreciative of the arts, someone who is just enough Noldo and yet someone who sees him for more than just Fëanaro's pale copy; someone to not break. all the while more painful that Finrod chose the Men; and that when he shouldn't have, he broke.
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deep-sea-wright · 3 months ago
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Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.
Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.
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deep-sea-wright · 3 months ago
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deep-sea-wright · 3 months ago
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deep-sea-wright · 3 months ago
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hey babe can I request Hotch with a reader girlfriend who’s desperately shy? early seasons hotch please when he’s still smiley (maybe still has Jack tho), i would love to see how he treats a long term girlfriend in your eyes one who he’s just completely gone for 
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You should know better than to come to work without venturing up to Aaron’s private office, but you’re late coming in and there’s a ton of stuff to do and he’s supposed to pretend that he cares when you turn in your work late. You log in and start going through things slowly. There are a few emails to respond to, some queries, a consult request Aaron himself has forwarded with a note —your expertise is required. 
You wiggle your mouse to wake the screen. You hadn’t realised you’d gotten stuck until it was dark. 
“Hi, sweetheart,” someone murmurs, tipping your head back to kiss your cheek, “where have you been?” 
He speaks quietly, no one else can hear him, but he enthuses his tone with so much love that you can’t decide between laughter or tears. You turn breathless instead, a thumb against your throat as Aaron’s loving questioning continues, “I thought we talked about this, hmm? You coming up to see me? How else am I supposed to know that you’re here?” 
There’s no Emily sitting at the desk opposite yours. No Spencer adjacent, no Derek to the right. It explains why he’s butter soft, but not his worry. 
“I was nearly late. I’m sorry.” 
He starts to kiss you gently, quietly, his lips tracking over the side of your cheek and pressing in as he goes until his nose is against your temple. “Don’t be sorry, I just wanted to see you.” He holds you to him. “I missed you.”
“Are you okay?” you ask, wishing you were brave enough to tack handsome, or love on the end. 
“Why wouldn’t I be?” 
“I thought maybe you were still stressed about Emily.” 
Aaron pulls away, giving you your first proper look at him that morning. He’s as handsome as ever. It makes your chest spike with anxiety. You worry all the time that you’ll lose him; the thought that he might realise all the things you’re missing and break things off is a constant at the back of your mind. It only ever goes quiet when he’s kissing you. “Prentiss has done well so far,” he says. “I’m not happy to have things rearranged above my head, but I have no problem with Emily. Now, how was your morning?” 
“It was fine.” 
“I want to know. Breakfast?” 
“Yeah, oatmeal.” 
He grins. “Me too.” 
Nobody would ever believe that this is your boyfriend when he’s commanding a room during a profile, or apprehending an UnSub with his impassive, furrowed brow. You assumed it was the honeymoon phase at first. It’s not like his affection makes much sense, but if he’s not stressed, it just means he loves you, which is nice. You hold the back of your hand to his cheek, laughing in a shock when he turns his face and traps it between his cheek and his shoulder. 
“No more late mornings,” he says decisively. 
“I wasn’t technically late. I wasn’t early enough to come up to see you, is all. Are you upset I didn’t bring you your coffee?” 
“Is that what you think?” he asks, smiling as he kisses your wrist, before straightening. You let your hand fall and he catches it on the way down. 
“I don’t know. You’re much too touchy. I’m trying to deduce why, but…” 
“Profile me,” Aaron says. He gives your hand a squeeze. “You know how to do it, honey. Figure out my motive from my past behaviours.” 
Aaron’s only ever this sweet on you when you’re in his bed. Well, ‘only ever’ is harsh, but he’s never not sweet on you in the afterglow. And that’s because intimacy is a constant reminder of how close you really are to one another, why he loves you, and why you love him. So perhaps he’s being sweet on you because you’ve reminded him how loved he is? But it doesn’t make much sense. You forgot his coffee.
Your stomach goes warm. “Oh. Oh,” you say, “I called you last night.” 
“You did.” 
“I was tired.” 
“But you were beautiful,” he says, and what does that mean? It’s not as though he could see your face. “I can’t remember the last time you were like that. Not since we were in Helena.”
You can’t remember it clearly. Threads of what you’d said come back to you slowly. Love you, my sweetheart, my Aaron. Can you come over? I know it’s late, I need to see you. You were too tired to function, let alone call someone, and yet. 
Your face is on fire. 
“Sorry I couldn’t come over, honey,” he says, chucking you under the chin with a curled finger. “I would’ve, I promise, but I had Jack until we swapped this morning.”
You go hot all over. “No, I know. It’s fine, I shouldn’t have called you–”
“Who says you can’t call me?” 
“Nobody, but I shouldn’t have.”
“You can call me anytime you want.” He tips your chin up. “Quick, Spencer’ll have finished what I asked him to do soon. Can I kiss you?” 
“I forgot it was your day for Jack–”
He takes your face into his hand. “Doesn’t matter, honey. Kiss?” 
You close your eyes and lift your chin. Ever your prince, Aaron squeezes your cheek gently and leans in to kiss you, far warmer than you’re expecting, his thumb rubbing over your cheek with a reverence he couldn't fake if he wanted to. 
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deep-sea-wright · 4 months ago
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[After ignoring hotch’s orders]
emily: Anyone else have the weird urge to lecture themselves?
emily, as hotch: prentiss, what are you doing?
hotch, appearing from behind emily: prentiss, what are you doing?
emily: I conjured him.
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deep-sea-wright · 4 months ago
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I know that the nitpicking over why the Fellowship didn’t just ride the eagles to fly directly to Mordor has been talked to death, there’s more than enough answers. The Doylist answer is that would stop the whole book from existing, or replace it with a wholly different book all about eagles. The Watsonian answer is that a) the eagles are a noble independent people not a taxi service, b) the quest is a stealth mission and huge massive giant eagles are not stealthy, c) Mordor has air supremacy and the eagles could only fly to Mount Doom after Sauron was defeated and the Nazguls all gone.
But just now, option d) occurred to me: do we really trust the eagles to withstand the ring? If it tempts Gandalf and Galadriel, surely it tempts Gwaihir the Windlord. Do we want to create the Dread Lord of the Skies? He would wear the Ring on his lovely sharp claw! He would fly higher and swifter than the winds of the world! He would build a magnificent nest from the broken timbers of Edoras! He would eat so many people! All elves and men would be forced underground!
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deep-sea-wright · 5 months ago
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Can you imagine suing Boeing and coming home to find Boeing's faulty plane parts washed up in your backyard?
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deep-sea-wright · 5 months ago
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Im screaming
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deep-sea-wright · 5 months ago
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spent today drawing an unhealthy amount of Feanor and Nerdanel instead of finishing my wip's
Last one is based on a sketch made by my sister.
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