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[oflorien]

I’m going to move this blog and make it private because I do not feel comfortable and she’s a major source of joy. you can like this if you want a follow ( it will prob be the same ) if not, no hard feelings

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some housekeeping before the holidays!

1) I’ll likely be away from the dash until after the holidays and the best place to reach me will be discord.

2) I’m really content with the ships I have right now so I’m not looking for any new ones and if I am, it will be with my friends and current shipping partners. ( Elrond will always be welcome because that’s her canon partner)

3) have an amazing holiday however you choose to spend it! you’re important in this world and I’m grateful for every single one of you!

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—  sentence starters  :  labyrinth,  1986.   content warnings : violence & death mention

"oh it's not fair!”

“well don't stand there in the rain, come on.”

“she treats me like a wicked stepmother in a fairy story no matter what i say.”

"there's nothing to talk about."

"someone save me, someone take me away from this awful place!"

"say your right words."

"goblin king, goblin king, wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!!"

"what is all that rubbish, it doesn't even start with 'i wish' "

"i wish i did know what to say to make the goblins take you away"

"i wish the goblins would come and take you away. right now."

"what's said is said."

"please bring him back, please."

"it's a crystal, nothing more. but if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams."

"it isn't that i don't appreciate what you're trying to do for me but..."

"don't defy me."

"it's further than you think, time is short."

"excuse me, but i have to get through this labyrinth, can you help me?"

"well, what did you expect fairies to do?"

"do you know where the door to the labyrinth is?"

"how do i get into the labyrinth?"

"if that's all the help your gonna be, you can just leave."

"you know your problem? you take too many things for granted. take this labyrinth, even if you get to the center, you'll never get out again."

"you remind me of the babe."

"what kind of magic spell to use?"

"what a horrible place this is."

"she should not have gotten as far as the oubliette."

"she'll have to start all over again."

"i came to give you a hand."

"this is an oubliette, the labyrinth's full of them."

"oh don't sound so smart."

"if i thought for one second that you're betraying me, i'd be forced to suspend you head first in the bog of eternal stentch."

"how are you enjoying my labyrinth?"

"how about upping the stakes, hmm?"

"you say that so often, i wonder what your basis for comparison is?"

"how can i trust you?"

"well, let me put it this way, what choice have you got?"

"i said i didn't promise nothing, i said i would take you as far as i could go."

"please, can you tell......that is, i have to get to the castle at the center of the labyrinth, do you know the way?"

"the way forward, is sometimes the way back."

"you may not be much of a friend, but you're the only friend i got in this place."

"well i'm not afraid, things aren't always what they seem in this place."

"is that anyway to treat someone who is trying to help you?"

"which should we choose out of these two ugly characters?"

"i see...for one moment i thought you were running to help her, but, uh, no, not after my warnings, that would be stupid."

"i just noticed your lovely jewels are missing."

"oh, what did you have to go and do a thing like that for?"

"so much trouble over such a little thing."

"there's such a sad love, deep in your eyes."

"i'll place the sky within your eyes."

"as the pain sweeps through, makes no sense for you. every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all."

"i'll be there for you - as the world falls down."

"we're choosing the path between the stars."

"i'll leave my love between the stars."

"you can't look where you're going if you don't know where you're going."

"i shall fight you all to the death."

"i don't see why we have to be so quiet....it's only a goblin city."

"im not asking to be to forgiven, i ain't ashamed of nothing i did."

"they got through the gates, and they're on their way to the castle."

"i've had enough, i'm going to bed."

"how you turn my world you precious thing."

"you starve and near exhaust me."

"everything i've done, i've done for you."

"i move the stars for no one."

"your eyes can be so cruel."

"i have been generous up until now, but i can be cruel."

"let me rule you, and you can have everything you want."

"just fear me, love me, do as i say and i will be your slave."

"my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. you have no power over me."

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🎁 - Lomion

YULTIDE GIFT //accepting @ondothlim

lomion  doesn't  receive  just  one  gift.  one  is  a  material  gift;  a  dagger  to  resemble  the  essence  of  twilight.  silver  blade,  a  black  hilt  that's  elegant  and  sleek  and  the  hue  of  rich  blue  he  often  wears  adorning  the  hilt  with  tiny  gems.  the  second  gift;  is  one  she  made  just  for  him  with  her  own  hands,  her  voice  and  her  heart.  lomion  gets  a  song  of  his  own  and  instead  of  the  darkness  and  reputation  that  followed  his  past,  she  sings  about  his  bravery,  his  redemption,  his  beautiful  heart  and  soul.

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We don't know each other for long yet, but I'm so grateful that you gave Mo and me a chance from day one and that we got to talk! It eased a lot of my anxiety to come back into such an open online space and I'm immensely grateful for that. Not to mention that your portrayals are such a joy to see— your passion and creativity are infectious and I'm looking forward to more headcanons and lore being smithed in the future 🙌✨

Your Celebrían is utterly wonderful, and I feel like you truly carved out a space for yourself. Definitely a staple on my dash. ^^

2024 is almost over

This is highest praise coming from you ! I appreciate this so much. But listen because I think you’re so kind, so creative. This is such a sweet thing for you to say and I’ll be forever grateful you decided to come back and write !!! It’s clear in your passion for characterization and prose and all over creativity and inspiration. I’m so happy you have a space to delve into this and feel safe and that’s what matters the most. If I had any part in then I’m the one who’s truly blessed to watch you Flourish in your space and on my dash !!

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2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

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🎁

YULTIDE GIFT //accepting

a  more  difficult  find  but  of  no  less  significance  and  thought  behind.  she  finds  a  bit  of  bark  from  the  forest  of  brethil  as  it  was  once  a  kingdom  of  the  edain.  a  quill  was  crafted,  sturdy  and  enchanted  with  the  gift  of  inspiration  uttered  as  a  song  by  her  own  lips.  flecks  of  silver  to  resemble  tiny  bursts  of  starlight  and  a  well  of  ink  which  never  dulls  in  hue  or  runs  out.

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🎁

YULTIDE GIFT //accepting

celebrían  commissioned  a  new  council  table  for  gil-galad.  it  was  forged  out  of  mighty  mallorn  lumber  and  fortified  by  bronzed  steel  which  grows  along  the  legs  to  mimic  the  growth  of  the  great  trees.  it's  surface  is  an  expansive  map  of  Middle  Earth  complete  with  details  etched  in  hues  of  silver  and  gold  and  some  by  her  own  hand.  she  enlisted  the  guidance  of  círdan  to  craft  essential  planning  pieces  such  as  soldiers  and  horses  and  fortifications  to  move  about  the  tabletop.

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200 DAYS OF HOUSE TARGARYEN ↳ day 73: daenerys targaryen in you win or you die

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petition for more elves with facial hair because she deserves thigh burn bye

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good morning…today I’m thinking about how when she first comes to court, there’s an influx of others just attempting to garner favour with her family through her. for the longest time, she doesn’t know if people are talking to her because they want to talk to her or if they want her to put a word in with Galadriel or Celeborn. like the constant; “are you talking to me cause you want to or because you wish I was my family or you want me to talk you up to my family”

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AT  FIRST,  THOUGHT  WAS  TO  PRAISE  HIS  TIMING.  to  query  how  he  might  have  sensed  the  fray  of  ailing  nerves.  and  how  it  afflicted  her  to  stand  center,  eyes  upon  her,  attentions  spared  for  what  was  not  the  contents  of  heart  and  mind.  a  contest  of  beauty  in  which  she  does  not  participate  beyond  choosing  favoured  garments  and  wildflowers.  there  she  stood,  a  beacon  of  silver  meant  to  attract  suitors  from  and  allies  and  it  was  DAUNTING.  at  least  until  her  saviour  pulled  her  from  the  trenches  of  upholding  charm.

glorfindel  had  provided  her  with  such  respite  and  yet,  she  remains  flustered  all  the  same.  beneath  a  playful  grin,  and  all  that  glitters  upwards  when  gold  finds  green.  guidance  of  her  hand  warm  within  his  grasp  notched  so  easily  under  his  arm.  creeping  tint  of  cheeks  blamed  on  mulled  wine...or  was  it  proximity  of  the  shining  sun  even  under  a  moonlit  sky.

❛ and  who  was  that?  ❜  she  sings  before  it  can  be  halted.  curiosity  that  sits  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  as  envy  instead.  and  how  it  spreads  across  her  features  with  the  knit  of  brows  and  purse  of  lips.  it  had  the  songbird  peering  behind  his  arm  to  seek  the  one  who  had  stolen  his  attention  while  her  own  had  been  held  hostage.  sure,  it  was  a  nuisance  to  pass  along  the  affections  and  praise  of  others  to  glorfidel  but  what  twisted  in  her  chest  was  more  than  just  annoyance.

❛ i'm  not  hungry.  ❜  it  was  a  gentle  shake  of  her  head,  gilded  gaze  succumbs  to  seeking  fine  marble  beneath  foot.  her  other  hand  wraps  around  her  dearest  friend's  bicep  as  if  to  brace  herself,  grasping  for  comfort.  to  hide  from  the  feeling  of  eyes  upon  her  back;  some  in  ire,  some  in  anticipation  or  expectation  of  a  return  she  did  not  wish.  ❛ i  think,  perhaps,  i  need  some  air  instead.  will  you  take  me?  please?  ❜

CELEBRATIONS WERE A FAVORITE PASTIME OF HIS, though recently they were beginning to wear thin his delight. He had always been a favorite of lords and ladies alike, but this time he sought solace. There was a certain loneliness in being the attention of far too many, a reminder that at the end of the night he would lie in his bed with no company. THAT TOO HAD ALWAYS BEEN A CONSTANT. But ever he smiled and greeted, and allowed himself to simply drift amidst the noise.

That was until he saw H E R. His gaze had been drawn by her awkwardness, tension so obvious to him he was surprised the one giving her attention seemed so horrifically oblivious. The voice of the one speaking to him was drowned out by his lack of focus, and he hummed his replies not truly understanding them. At last there was a pause, and with a charming smile he excused himself and headed in her direction.

He was unsure why he interrupted the way he did, standing between Celebrian and this inane ellon and allowing his reputation to intimidate. He was also unsure why it mattered to him. Yet, there was tension within him, and a clear decisive need to pull her from what was making her anxious. A friendly gesture, of course. Of course. Though perhaps he'd come on too strong, more like a jealous lover than a worried friend. Still he had her in hand a moment later, and his tension eased.

. . . of course her playful words brought a sigh to his lips, and green gaze looked down on golden with a tired affection. Her endless teasing was familiar and warm. "Apparently we both were b e s e i g e d." he replied with a gesture toward the ellon, clasping her hand in his own, he placed it within the crook of his arm and pulled her further from the gaggle of ellons who had gathered awaiting their turn. "Come, you sound hungry. Or perhaps sweets are in order? I believe there's some decadent treats on a table over there."

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I owe these and I’m just compiling ideas so please if you want one, smush it up.

I want to get back into it tomorrow ( today ), so like this for a little starter? Varied lengths depending on what I come up with/dynamic. Likely toss some in queue with my inbox stuff. I miss my celeBEAN.

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200 DAYS OF HOUSE TARGARYEN ↳ day 1: daenerys targaryen in winter is coming

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Yuletide gift

Leave a 🎁 in my inbox and I'll type up what sort of gift my muse would give yours.

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FROM HERE @ondothlim / lómion.

THERE  WAS  NO  OTHER  FOR  HER,  NO  HIDDEN  SPARK  FROM  BETROTHED  CHOSEN  BY  ANOTHER.  sentiment  long  decided,  bolstered  by  the  violent  wrench  in  her  heart  at  the  mere  mention.  much  that  it  had  sent  the  silver  little  songbird  into  a  spiral  of  thoughts;  each  one  more  harrowing  than  the  next  to  imagine  living  any  day  without  him.  unease  still  felt,  lurched  into  her  throat  like  coarse  stones.

golden  gaze  flutters  shut  when  she  feels  his  lips.  by  way  of  fëa's  bond  she  is  grounded  in  twilight,  her  head  tilting  to  accommodate  his  trail  of  HEATED  COMFORT.  her  arms  weave  around,  fingertips  tracing  patterns  along  his  forearms.  ❛ we  have  to  tell  them.  ❜ every  soft  curve  of  her  frame  finds  reprieve,  relaxing  into  the  safety  of  his  arms.  his  words  a  tune  of  truth  beyond  measure  and  to  the  DEPTHS  of  her  love  for  him.

❛   perhaps  many  little  ones  of  our  creation  then.  ❜ celebrían  gives  herself  more  time  to  ruminate  on  a  future  she  often  dreamt  of  with  her  lómion.  somewhere  tranquil  and  enveloped  in  trees,  a  place  to  call  their  own  and  bask  in  devotion  to  one  another  (  along  with  tiny  ellon's  and  elleth's  running  amok  ).  ❛ lomy-  ❜ she  sings  his  endearment,  fears  slowly  edging  in  her  voice  and  stealing  daydream  from  her  grasp.  ❛  i  will  not let  anyone  take  you  from  me,  i'll  sooner  run  away  with  you  instead.  ❜