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*knock knock* Hello everyone! Housekeeping time. PSA for those who are interested in keeping Aredhel, Fingon & Arakano on their dash ( as well as those few interested in the ocs I've made )

Aredhel is no longer a main muse, and I have moved her to a separate sideblog of celevrian along with her brothers. ( which can be found here )

As a result I have also moved all my sideblogs from here to there as well, so now all follows will come from celevrian instead of here. A few other things of note: Ondothlim is going to become a blog for Egalmoth & Ecthelion only. Nuruhuine is going to be Finrod & Maedhros only. For those who follow Nimrodhel, she will also be moved as a sideblog under the same url. I will be dropping Caranthir, I don't have enough muse for him. Everything else stays the same. I'm already altering carrds ( which actually comes with me finally doing bios yay! )

As for reasons, I simply think it'll work better for how things seem to be going. Aredhel has moods and it's easier when she's not the main one driving this ship. She's holding everyone hostage and that's not fair. Additionally i will be dropping most of her threads, save for the ones that either were plotted or she's very invested in. If anyone in particular wants me to keep something please let me know.

Thanks and have a good day. Over and out!

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aredhel & co. Have exhausted me again. Back on rian.

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*naneth will squish him and smother him in every ounce of love she can. she's missed him.*

Someone can kidnap me if they want. I wouldn't mind and don't care it ada gets angry or annoyed.

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.... get over here you munchkin. I will kiss your cheeks.

Someone can kidnap me if they want. I wouldn't mind and don't care it ada gets angry or annoyed.

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" it's jealousy actually. He started it by calling Lómion 'our' son by merit of being romantically involved with his father." She offers him a smile. "No need to apologize. I've grown up with your father. I can handle him. "

"Having a moment. Having a spat... as though he is but a child..."

Tyelpë is baffled.

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"Right now he's being a child."

"Having a moment. Having a spat... as though he is but a child..."

Tyelpë is baffled.

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"Oh... hello Tyelpë. Don't worry it's just your father having a spat."

"I didn't say I'd steal Tyelpe, I said I'd adopt him. Last I looked hes motherless."

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"That's fine. I can handle his anger."

"I didn't say I'd steal Tyelpe, I said I'd adopt him. Last I looked hes motherless."

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"I didn't say I'd steal Tyelpe, I said I'd adopt him. Last I looked hes motherless."

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Aredhel:. . . Maybe I'll fuck your ex and actually make her cum.

Curufin, delusional: you wish you could have what I do with your ex, Irisse

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"yea well he's your problem now. Have fun."

Aredhel is suddenly glad she gave eöl a divorce. Living with curufins flirting and it somehow working is making her even more sure they did not belong together.

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Aredhel is suddenly glad she gave eöl a divorce. Living with curufins flirting and it somehow working is making her even more sure they did not belong together.

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ironic considering it's a 'love' scepter

Someone is choosing violence today.

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it was belegs being called that by orodreth. Who apparently overheard Eldalote calling Angrods penis a love sceptre

Aredhel would like it known if she ever hears lomion call anyone's anything a hate sceptre she will personally kill curufin

If Orodreth’s penis is a love sceptre is Curufin’s penis a hate sceptre

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Oh, maybe I’m just crazy, but to me, you’re a regular yum-yum type.

Ball of Fire (1941), directed by Howard Hawks

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In a fit of temper, and unable to scream for fear that Eöl might hear him and punish him, the little elfling set his teeth to his mother’s forearm and bit down while a nearly feral snarl issued from his young throat.

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--- Aredhel nearly jumped out of her skin at the feeling of teeth, fresh marks which littered her neck causing her heart to thud in panic for a moment before her mind caught up. "Fëamírë," she breathed in relief, stroking his red hair gently. A small chuckle issued from her, memories of his father coming to mind at the fierceness of his expression. It pained her heart to think of Maedhros, wherever he was, whatever he was doing. "Try not to bite me , nárincë, here..." she offered him a teething toy, clean, and unpossessing of raw nerves. "Use this instead"