#*nharidy

[the--sound--of--rain]

Andrés about Martín: "He is such a dream."

Sunshine Andrés about Sunshine Martín: "He is such a nightmare."

[signorin-anarchia]

Make up title: For Love and Gold

Made up fic title ask game

Holaaa Nada! Thanks for asking 🥰

Ok this was giving me crack vibes since the beginning, and I was wondering if it was just my brain or me loving comedy (not bad for someone who's always written almost exclusively dark!fics).

Then I realized that "For love and gold" is actually the title with which one of my country's most famous comedy is known abroad: "L'armata Brancaleone", literally "Brancaleone Army" lol.

The movie's basically about this unhinged down-at-hell gang accomplishing various ridiculous feats, and if this doesn't give you LCDP vibes, don't know what.

So, basing on my instinct, I'll say:

LCDP, but it's the crackiest enemies to lovers rom-com AU:

Andrés & Martín are both thieves, both masterminds, both the bests in their own fields.

They would make a perfect match... If they weren't the worst rivals in the whole world.

It's not personal, not really, but in the end... It is.

Like the kids they are, they keep stealing one another toys:

Andrés has a plan to rob the Louvre? Martín would figure it out and actually do the thing on his own, just to add an unibrow to the Gioconda and send him a picture in order to give him a stroke.

Martín hacks an online bank security? Andrés would force his assistant Anibal to infiltrate the servers and drain the whole accounts, and then spend the whole pot to book all the tickets for the Engineering Fair.

It may sound hilarious, but Martín isn't having fun at all, so he decides to take totally down his rival by creating the most ambitious and astonishing plan, his poetry, his obra maestra: robbing the Bank of Spain.

But Andrés isn't as stupid as the whole ridiculous cocktail bar scene could tell, and thank to his secret sources (aka: Helsinki with a spyglass), he gains access to Martín's plans.

With the help of his still single - and probably virgin - brother, Andrés is determined to beat Martín to the punch and steal the gold with his own gang, which involves: Anibal, who lives on sending pishing mails to boomers ("pay, or I'll send your wife the video of what you do with your laptop"); Silene, who's the best attraction at funfairs when she does the death roll around a fiery ring riding her motorbike; and Mirko, for no particular reason just like it was for 5 seasons straight.

Martín has on his side Santiago, who needs money to finally pay his vasectomy, Daniel, who currently gets punched in the face for cash by people who need to vent anger, and Agata, because this fic really needs weird debates on sexism during a fucking robbery.

Despite the best conditions (?), Andrés & Martín are soulmates at heart, and unbeknownst to either one, they decide to enter in the bank on the exact same day.

After a kinda-spiderman meme situation, several arguments, various insults about eachother mothers and genital sizes, death threats, and a nervous breakdown (spoiler: Sergio), both sides need to face the hard truth: they're locked in a bank together, police outside is planning to kill them all, and best they can do is to team up.

But Martín is not going to give up his majestic plan because of a dude who uses a fork to eat a cake, so behind the scenes he's planning to give Andrés and his whole gang to the police and escape with the whole gold.

Unfortunately, Sergio - who's falling in love with the charming inspector leading the negotiations - has the very same idea, and while both gangs are forced not to argue to avoid losing face in front of the hostages, they're also secretly planning to betray each other.

If only sudden and frankly disturbing homoerotic feelings weren't popping in Andrés shrunken heart...

May I present you:

"For Love and Gold"

or - the crackiest rom-com you've ever had the displeasure to read.

Written by me for me - and a few other I guess :)

Featuring: a lot of drama, unnecessary slow burn, canon-typical inaccurate descriptions of how a robbery actually works, Martín being Martín, Andrés being Andrés, Arturito being Arturito, mentions of Rafael, gang war, Monica as an hostage again, and Raquel giving relationship advices on the police line.

LOL hope you enjoyed my delusions

[roccinan]

Idk but anyone else but I am sure as fuck imagining @nharidy as a grey persian cat 👀

Truly fits her aesthetic!

haha Only Nada can know the answer to that, but I think she's happy with the Don Juan aesthetic ;)

[wedgeantill]

S04E08 | S05E07

La Casa de Papel | Money Heist

[ao3feed-berlermo]

Here and There

Here and There https://archiveofourown.org/works/46056037 by nharidy (tumblr)

Words: 668, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Nairobi | Ágata Jiménez, Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa

Relationships: Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa & Nairobi | Ágata Jiménez, Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa/Palermo | Martín Berrote, (mentioned) - Relationship

Additional Tags: Short One Shot, Afterlife

[puduhegepa]

Hello Everyone ✨️

Today is the first day of Ramandan, which means I will be re-reading the Spanish Tale by @nharidy

I will do my best to meme every day, but I can not make any promises.

I have forgotten how to meme 😔

✨️Masterlist ✨️(At this point, I will not update it)

✨️Ramadan 2021✨️

✨️Ramadan 2022✨️

✨️Enjoy the Show✨️

A long time ago, one amazing woman decided to create the world's most intriguing fiction.

Every year, her followers pay tribute to the masterpiece

As time passed , the bountiful tributes diminished

However, her loyal follower scorn the world to find a worthy tribute. While it is small , it's mighty.

Bonus Meme:

[natures-marvel]

Tagged by @lavandulacosmos

Thanks, worstie! 🥰

Make your own fishbowl/terranium using picrew here :

Tagging : @delirious-and-slightly-murderous @puduhegepa @wedgeantill @dormarunt @nharidy @roccinan @the--sound--of--rain @signorin-anarchia @maraudersbitchesassemble @budugu @a-really-hot-caterpillar @voiz-iiiixi @misssclumsy @akidev @lakesofdesire and anyone else who I forgot to mention but wants to do it!

I hope y'all have fun!

[blorbosexterminator]

Thanks @natures-marvel for the tag!

End of the Year Fic Review 2022

1. What is your AO3 account?

Nharidy

2. How many words did you write total in 2022?

189, 604. Apparently. I'm not sure if this counts the entire fics that were finished in 2022 or only the chapters that were published in that time span. But that's what ao3 says, so I'll take it at its word.

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

Other than two fics that started before 2022 but were finished in that year, 5 fics. Two of those are multichapters and remain unfinished. Two are finished multichapters. And one is a oneshot.

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

From the ones started and finished in 2022, Did I ever Leave the Lights On is the longest and Cul de Sac is the shortest.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

Not counting Children of the Dust and Who in the Sunshine which started publishing long before 2022 (and with which comparison of the rest would be unfair haha), according to average and ratios of hits, kudos and comments, etc, Did I ever Leave the Lights On would be the most popular. Noli me tangere or The Invention of Andrés de Fonollosa would be the least popular.

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

I honestly never have any expectations for fics. I have wants, obviously haha, there are ones I'm more excited for than others, but I never have any idea which fics would be liked or perform well and which wouldn't.

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

Again, I don't have expectations. And I don't think anything that was published in 2022 specifically surprised me.

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?

Hm, if we're counting only the ones I started and finished in 2022, that would be a tie between lights and the invention of Andrés de Fonollosa. I enjoyed writing both very much and they are the fics I'd sometimes return to read passages from or so.

If we're counting started but unfinished ones, I would also choose The Swan's Symphony. It's obviously still very early for me to really know how I feel about the fic, but since It's the one I'm still writing and I'm very hyperfixated on now, it should have a spot.

9. What was your favourite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

Hm, difficult to choose. Very. I'll pull a Kal here (and take the chance to form a mini rec list of the fics I enjoyed in 2022)

Those Violent Delights by Aphelius. It's a multichapters fic with three chapters published so far. It has one of the most interesting premises I've encountered in this fandom. Andrés is a criminal psychologist who gets personally entangled with a loose serial killer, Palermo. Both Andrés and Martín are very in character (and very insane). Strong Hannibal vibes. Beautiful depiction of obsession and insanity and larger than life characters (which is the right way to approach berlermo) with also a very honest love story. One of my top favorites.

Solo per te by Alley. After the bank heist, Martín returns to Buenos Aires. And Andrés appears. Like always, even through Google translation (one day I'll fulfill my promise and learn this language. Then I'll reread those in the original!) it's a very sublime and elegant piece of work that gives berlermo their due nuance. A very enjoyable and emotional read.

A Lamb for Our Love by Brownest_goldfish. It's still incompleted, but remains a great read. Berlermo's (established) relationship takes a dark turn after Andrés returns from a horrid kidnapping. Granted, I know more about what will happen in the second chapter (hehe) but the fic takes a very interesting, dark psychological dive into berlermo and everything their relationship represents to each of them. Check the tags before reading it.

A Lover in the Story by Brownest_goldfish. Terminally ill Andrés grows fascinated with a serial killer on the loose. A slasher fic set in a creepy small town. Impecable slasher vibes for those who love the genre, and incredible character work.

Remember what your old pal said by Rocinan. ToyStory au. Nothing else needs to be said on the matter. One of the funniest and most in character fics of the year.

Birdcage by Rocinan. Another of my favourite dark fics. An obsessed "boom boom ciao" victim of Martín's isn't satisfied with Andrés' existence in Martín's life, and decides to punish both of them for it. I.e, berlermo go through hell and back at the hands of some pathetic blond. A great read. Check all the tags before reading.

Dark Fantasies by NaturesMarvel. This could be considered cheating because it was written as a gift to me. But I'm being completely objective here! Berlermo being the dark assholes they are, and having their sweet moments still.

But in this twilight (our choices seal our fate) by Alfredo_Kesmann. Twilight AU. Nothing more need to be said. The world needs a berlermo twilight au and Alfredo Kesmann delievered. A hilarious and incredible read.

Something Borrowed, Something- by Anonymous. Another VERY interesting dark read. Andrés is abuducted by Gandia (this fandom really has a thing with getting Andrés' abuducted, as if the true victims are the people who have to live with him in their house), basically brainwashed into taking anything Gandia throws at him as he believes his blue eyes captor is his best friend and soul mate, Martín. Very well written unreliable narrator pov. Definitely give it a read by read the tags first.

Like the Painting of a Sorrow by Brownest_goldfish. A very poetic character study of Andrés that gracefully and concisely explores his relationship with himself, Martín, Rafael, Tatiana, beauty, and chaos.

Reflection by Alley. Berlermo are more of a background relationship here, actually. But hey are still depicted beautifully and accurately. And otherwise, this is a Mulan AU where Sergio decides to go to war in place of Andrés as he's too sick. So a very fun read! Also, Tokyo is Mushu in this version, Sergio's guardian little dragon. Literally nothing is better than this.

[marirable]

Fluff 13 and angst 20 (you can choose just one if you want, no pressure!) for berlermo

(Angst) 20. “i’m done. we’re done.”’

The bottle slipped from his fingers, falling to the stone floor with a thud and rolling away. The fall was short and the bottle empty - thankfully. It would’ve made such a mess otherwise. Martín wouldn’t want to put a damper on such a lovely evening.

It’s not every day your best friend, with whom you are irrevocably and pathetically in love, gets married for the fourth time.

Call it his bad luck, his penance or something that was bound to happen eventually, but the alcohol did nothing to elevate Martín’s spirits. 

He was sitting in the empty hallway of the hotel where the wedding party took place. Andrés’ fourth. Third that Martín bared witness to. Two times too many for him to handle.

One day he was supposed to snap. And yet he sat outside the restaurant hall, an empty bottle of whisky on the floor next to him and a heart full of love for a man who had no use for it. 

Martín wasn’t lashing out, or dancing on tabletops to disrupt the elegance of the party, or letting one of the waiters fuck him into oblivion in a bathroom stall.

He was hoping to sneak out of the hotel without anyone noticing but the groom seemed to have a supernatural ability to sense when Martín was on the verge of bolting and thus far has managed to prevent him from leaving. What was the point in that, Martín couldn’t tell. Maybe Andrés just wanted to shove his happiness into as many faces as he could. Martín’s face probably made for an even number. It served Andrés’ aesthetic, and that man was damned if he allowed his carefully laid plans to go wrong.

Martín’s been staring at the exit door for several minutes now when a door to the restaurant hall flung open and a single set of steps approached him.

“There you are, Martín!” Andrés’ cheerful voice broke through his haze, and for a second Martín allowed himself to think that maybe Andrés wasn’t just playing a dutiful host. Maybe he missed specifically him. “We are about to close off the party. I want everyone present for the fireworks in the garden. Then we’ll be able to say goodbye to everyone at once before we leave for the honeymoon.”

Well of course it wasn’t even in the slightest about Martín.

He shifted in his chair and turned his head to the side; a silent challenge.

“You can say goodbye to me now.”

The bastard’s smile didn’t even falter.

“Martín, come on, you’re being a brat. It’s only for 20 more minutes.”

“I stayed here longer than I wanted anyway.”

Oh, that hit close to the mark. Andrés shoved his hands his trousers’ pockets.

“I remember very clearly you promising to behave. Is your promise worth nothing now?”

“I promised to behave at the ceremony.” Martín threw him a dirty look. “I did behave at the ceremony. I told you that I’ll skip the party afterwards but you dragged me by the hand into that fucking restaurant!”

“I wanted my best man with me on the happiest day of my life! Is that too much to ask nowadays?”

Martín scoffed, his eyes filling up with tears.

“I’ve fulfilled that duty twice before. Don’t I get a break from your happiest days?”

“It’s different now.”

“It always is.” Martín didn’t even try to rule in the bitterness in his tone. “For you.”

He snuck a look at Andrés, and the change in his demeanour was more obvious now. His jaw was set, head lifted upwards slightly; his eyes fixed on Martín but there was no usual playful spark in them.

“I will write this off at you being inebriated.”

“Inebriated? Just say you think I drank my ass off, you don’t have anyone to impress here with your fancy words.”

Martín regretted the outburst as soon as it left his lips but there was no going back now. One of Andrés’ nostrils went up briefly, as if in disgust.

“Maybe you should leave, then.” Andrés’ voice sounded flat. Martín couldn’t figure out the true emotion behind it. “Why ruin a nice party with your pathetic existence?”

Martín let out a shaky breath.

That’s how Andrés always knew when Martín only seconds away from leaving his side. He knew Martín too well. They were practically joined at the hip on most days, with the exception of weeks - or monhts - when Andrés was blissfully married.

When he had no place in his heart for Martín.

Martín’s own heart threatened to burst if this went on any longer.

Andrés continued.

“If you can’t show even a semblance of composure and joy for me at my own wedding, I have half a mind to throw you out myself.”

Martín chuckled quietly at the thought. Andrés began walking back to the party when Martín replied.

“Semblance of joy. Yeah, I’m done with that. I’m done.” He shook his head and dropped his voice to a whisper. “We’re done.”

Andrés’ steps came to a halt.

The hallway was silent, save for the distant sounds of music playing at the restaurant.

“We?” Andrés threw over his shoulder, anger seeping through his words. “Stop acting like a possessive girlfriend. You taint our frienship with that behaviour.”

“I did nothing to taint our friendship!” Martín barked, aware that the volume at which they spoke now was too loud for the occasion. Almost inappropriate. He didn’t care.

He cared, though, when he was suddenly lifted off the chair by the lapels of his suit jacket and shoved into the wall. Andrés’ knee landed between Martín’s legs and he inhaled sharply.

“Really, Martín?” Andrés’ face was so close, his breath warmed Martín’s cheek while Martín himself stopped breathing. “You did nothing?” Andrés moved his knee up, connecting it with Martín’s groin, making him gasp. “You feel nothing, too?” 

If blood wasn’t rushing away from his brain, Martín would have thought how anyone could walk in on them right now, how Andrés could compromise himself in the eyes of his new bride, how Andrés’ lips were just inches away from his own, and if he only dared--

Andrés let go off him abruptly and took a step back, almost causing Martín to tumble to the floor from the sudden loss of support.

“Get yourself together,” Andrés said, fixing his suit. He didn’t spare Martín a look as he walked towards the restaurant, stopping just before he reached the door. “And, Martín?”

Martín turned his head to look at him. Andrés’ gaze was fixed on the door handle.

“You and I aren’t done.”

With that, he strolled into the restaurant, slamming the door behind him.

Martín slid down the wall, tears falling freely down his cheeks. He sat there for what seemed like eternity until he heard the fireworks go off in the garden and people cheering. He pushed off the floor, then, and walked towards the exit, feeling discarded and empty.

Like a whisky bottle left on a hallway floor.

[veterveter]

Curious about what you have in mind for the coffeshop au!

Ask me about my WIPs

Gosh Nada you make me wish I had things to say about it rather than just a vague coffeeshop AU aesthetic-- I was really in the mood for one of these the other night and couldn't find the perfect one so I thought I could try writing one instead.

Age and setting is mostly to be determined, but Andrés works in a coffee shop, and they always get the exact same customers - until Martín walks in, one day. They're both having a terrible day and are extremely rude to each other, but Martín is back the next day anyway. Andrés has gotten over his terrible day and is curious about this new person, whereas Martín is still offended by something he said and not interested in becoming BFFs. They slowly bond over copious amount of caffeine ✨ I also like to imagine that we actually meet some of the other loyal customers and their stories.

[the--sound--of--rain]

For the make-up title game: "you take the things you like and try to love the things you took'

Hey Nada! Thanks for asking 🤗

Okay I have two ideas:

A character study. I know we love Andrés-character-studies and one reason we love them is because there's already so many "character studies" on Martín BUT this would a Martín-character-study that I think represents him a little better (you know what I mean). So after Andrés has died, Martín lives his life, and he enjoys the pleasures of it – music, parties, food, sex, nice company. And he isn't actively miserable. He is content with the fact that he won't fall in love again and he wouldn't try. But he still craves this feeling of devotion to something, the rush of caring. So that's what he tries to find in the things he has in life. – this wouldn't particularly go anywhere, just thoughts and all that.

Andrés and Martín get together, but Andrés has an issue. (This is a concept I wanted to use for the backstory I haven't written so far which was initially inspired by "Cry Wolf" by @roccinan so I'm not fully the creative mind behind all this.) Andrés has slept with men before, but it was when he was very young, and although technically he had a choice, he didn't feel like he did. The point is he never felt comfortable, and to this day he doesn't know if he just doesn't like it, or if it was the situation. It's difficult to figure out now because of course once he is in a relationship with Martín, he doesn't feel like he has a choice now either because he wouldn't deny Martín sex. And Martín tries to reassure him that he can take all the time he needs but Andrés can't escape his way of thinking from back then (and he genuinely doesn't want to disappoint Martín), so they start fucking, but Andrés never feels fully comfortable, but he tries to enjoy it the way he feels he's supposed to. He lets Martín do whatever he wants him him – and while Martín takes all that from him, he can feel there's something off. All this creates a growing distance between them. (Maybe they could figure it out in some weird way though??)

[signorin-anarchia]

Really, really curious about pages of a poem we burn

Hi dear!

I was quite sure you'd have go for this LOL

When it comes to Berlermo angst

we 🤝🏻 are 🤝🏻 hermanos 🤝🏻

The plot is basically all in description, it's just a very dark character study where they're both depressed since they lost their beloved ones, and they just don't want to spend time with each other even though they're forced to.

Enjoy these random snippets!

Before him, far away, or maybe just a few feet off, a pile of money is burning like a middle-summer bonfire, whereas smoke raises shreds of ashes and sparks, like in a danse macabre on a Sabbath night.

And Martín's sitting there, watching it burn.

X

He understands him, in a way.

By now, their life is the only thing they're still masters of.

That's why they fought for, didn't they?

The right to die hanging from a tree, rather than in the hands of a broken system, the right to choose whether to be shot, or act as a shield for their…

"He wouldn't want this. For either of us".

"Yeah" Martín says, and his voice scares him, because it's empty, like a nutshell dug by worms "he's not there anymore, right?"

X

"Just tell me".

Sergio wants to stop, and ask him why, hell why, why can't he just accept anything good in his life, especially now they are left with a fistful of sand and little else, especially now they're forced to seek reasons to live like Diogenes used to seek men with a lantern.

And quite like Diogenes, they'll find nothing.

"Free falling" he answers instead "but just when you think you're going to crash, you find out there's a net underneath".

"Salvation from death, then".

"Salvation from life".

X

"I don't know what's in your head" he growls "but you and I ain't a fucking family. You and I ain't nothing. Just two sentenced pushing the same boulder".

Hope you liked it!

P.S. I decided to pin this cute ask game since it's forcing me to write, and that's good (I guess?).

So, to all the Berlermo fandom, please, don't be shy and feel free to ask for more snippets, I'll be happy to accomplish!

Also, I'd really appreciate if you feel like sending me a random prompt ♥️ it could take a while, but I swear I'll answer to every single message I get!

[roccinan]

"I think it's the weather change."👀👀

Injury and Illness Denial Prompts

“I think it’s the weather change.”

Martín let one eye slip open, the other too heavy to lift. He bit his lip, a crack of frost. Weather? He didn’t say anything, but Andrés somehow heard. He always did.

“The snow was marvelous,” Andrés told him, his grin a flame in the ice, “Demeter’s wrath is something to behold.”

Martín huffed, the world a dirty patch of grey, brandished by trees crawling skyward in ugly gnarls. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out, or how long he’d been lying sprawled in the snow, cushioned in Andrés’ lap. Wrapped in the Spaniard’s black coat and quite sure his feet were turning blue.

“But it’s turned to sleet, a hailstorm coming,” Andrés went on, with a childish giddiness that almost made Martín forget they were hopelessly lost in the mountains. “Nature changing as we speak.”

“I think I’m dying,” Martín interrupted, “to be honest, this really isn’t the way I wanted to go out.”

Andrés frowned, a flash of a scowl before he pushed his lips back into a grin. “You’re not going to die, my friend. A little cold weather is far from enough to fell you.”

Well, the cold weather was a son of a bitch. “How do you figure that? You’re going to huddle with me for warmth?”

Martín chuckled, cold air wrapping around his lungs. Tight. “Shield me from that hailstorm? Come on, Andrés-”

He imagined folding a hand against Andrés’ cheek, but the appendage was as good as a sack of stones at this point. “-You should leave me behind- keep going, find- find a cabin or something- I’ll-”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Andrés snapped, his carefree mask gone for good, replaced with all the curtness of a threatened wolf. “But if you say that again, I will leave you behind.”

“Andrés, you have to-”

“I don’t want to hear any more of this.” Andrés looked away from him, eyes heated. “One more word and I cut out your tongue.”

A tinge of pink touched the snow. From this angle, Martín could see a splintered block of hail, the color of a washpaint rose. He followed the bits of broken ice to Andrés’ backside, a wet gash in his shoulderblade. A dark rip in fabric. Still bleeding.

Martín looked back to the sky. The gash should have been on the front of Andrés’ shoulder, if it fell on him out of the blue. Unless he’d angled himself to take it from the back, as if positioning himself over-

“The hailstorm’s coming,” Martín said, his voice straining in the wind, convulsing against felt, “please- Andrés, go-”

“I told you, it’s just the weather change.” Andrés reached behind, silently plucking another shard of ice from wherever it had lodged into his back. He tossed it aside. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

[wedgeantill]

La casa de papel || Money Heist ↳ Arabian Nights 1974 🎁 for @nharidy

[ao3feed-berlermo]

Heroum et Deorum

Heroum et Deorum https://archiveofourown.org/works/42645384 by @nharidy

For hundreds of years, vampires and hybrids have roamed the Earth, starting wars and massacres, slaughtering and enslaving. Taking them down required going to the origin: the witch that made them; Andres de Fonollosa.

Words: 7967, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa, Palermo | Martín Berrote, Professor | Sergio Marquina, Lisbon | Raquel Murillo Fuentes, Original Characters

Relationships: Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa/Palermo | Martín Berrote, Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa & Professor | Sergio Marquina

Additional Tags: The Vampire Diaries AU, The Originals AU, Vampires, Witches, Spooktober, Childhood Friends, Childhood friends to lovers to many other things lol, The Witch the Vampire and the Hybrid; the alternate title lol

[puduhegepa]

Thanks @natures-marvel , I love tag games

Rules : search 'yourname'core aesthetic on pintrest. Post the first 9 pics that pop up in the feed.

I'm tagging @veterveter @nharidy and @legolas--thranduilion

And everyone who wants to join