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        i’ll  make  a  proper  promo  at  some  point  but  here's  the  new  blog.

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        so  it’s  time,  i’m  remaking  this  blog        (  it’s  been......  eight  years  and  it’s  a  mess.  )        i  should  finish  that  tonight  and  reblog  a  link  or  something!

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𝑰’𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑫,  𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰’𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫,  𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰’𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬,  𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰’𝑴 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵.    /    Independent,  private and selective roleplay blog for Celebrían from Tolkien’s legendarium.  Novel & headcanon based.  Written by Rune.  ©

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        fingerguns        hey  so  i’m  not  dead,    just  tired.

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FIGHTING STYLE.

Bold applies to muse, Italics somewhat applies.

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range /  chat during  /  go silent   /  low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / bait an opponent’s first strike / strike first /  provoked easily /   provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated  / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly /  fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another /   prefer a blade /  prefer a gun  / prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear / prefer a personalized weapon  / prefer magic or spells /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear /  rely on strength /  rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina /  doubt their strength  / proceed with caution /   behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength /  avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians / damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently /  barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back / fight ruthlessly  / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death  / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / wants to die standing /  would succumb slowly

Tagged by  :  @laurelote​ Tagging  :  anyone that hasn’t been!

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Galadriel: I sense something…

Celebrían: Nana, what is it?

Galadriel: I foresee something sweet… hot… crunchy… a delight on the dinner table… cooked by your father…

Celeborn: Artanis, I’m sitting next to you, just ask if you want something.

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Having prophetic dreams again but it’s not any of your business,

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my kink is being right

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“The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis

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“Here’s a question for your soul; How many times can a broken thing break? And the Gods whispered: Let’s see, shall we?”

— Nikita Gill

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Brother and husband

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am i dramatic yes is it justified also yes

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––TOUGH SHELL

bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip biting. unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3 am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes. plaid shirts. under eye circles. dark colors.

––  SOFT INSIDE

honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. dancing without worries. white lace. soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colors.

tagged by:  @honeyglaze tagging:  if you want to do it,  you’re it!

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*emits a Soft Glow*

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HER BROTHERS HAVE DEPARTED FROM MENEGROTH’S CAVES UNDER ELU’S COMMAND,  leaving her to stand against the rising tide of doriath’s anger.  but she is not alone, celeborn’s public defense an unexpected balm to the sting of their words.  it is a relief that she does not deserve,  certainly not from him.  he has been hurt the most by her silence,  her unwillingness to make him choose between her confidence and his people  ��  he is in a different,  yet equally difficult position now,  defending her against his own family,  his own king.

in private he has avoided her,  and she is silent  ;  guilt and gratitude catching in her throat all at once.  how could she possibly express the explanation that he so deserves to hear?  how can she thank him for remaining by her side when she does not deserve it?

he comes to her,  finally,  and she doesn’t meet his eyes until his request is uttered,  her throat tight as a vice as she speaks.    “  do you truly wish to know,  celeborn?  my tale is not a pleasant one.  ”    a pause, and long fingers anxiously twist the silver band that sits upon her hand in an uncharacteristic display.    “  but i will tell it all,  if you wish it.  ”

( starter call // @finarfiniel​​ )

GALADHIR REMEMBERED THE FIRST DAY that ever did dawn — the first to be a day as days were now called, marked by the rising of the Sun and the setting. No more brilliant sight had he ever seen than that fierce gold burning over the trees. So fierce had it been that the mere thought blinded him anew and all his vision turned white. Long had he stared, unable to look away, til all his being was bright and every inch of him ached with light. No more brilliant sight had he ever seen …

          … until Artanis.

          More gold than the Sun was she and brighter did she burn. Her wit and her wiles, her glare and her glance: her beauty was the least exquisite part of her. The Sun was nothing beside her; the warmth of it could not compare to her touch. From the moment he had laid eyes on her, he had not been able to look away, not even to gaze at the Sun, and more each day did his heart turn to her.

          But, now again he was filled with aching. Now again he wondered if he’d been blinded. Long days had passed since word had reached Doriath of the Kinslaying in Aqualondë. He was stalwart in her defense, but behind closed doors … he stood alone. His thoughts turned in darkness and uncertainty. He slowly forgot the joy of the Sun. His eyes stung to gaze on her now. Light he saw still, but what of joy?

          ❝Much has been said of the blood spilled beyond the Sundering Seas,❞ his voice was steady as winter waters. ❝Your brother has given his account in full, and well do I know each word. Artanis,❞ softly now, pleading, ❝I would hear your account as well.❞