#because reasons again

[i-did-not-mean-to]

imagine being Manwë and Melkor's baby sister and falling for Sauron 👀

Dear anon...I'd rather not imagine that, because that's a very sad thing to imagine haha...

I don't know if you wanted this to be written or just make me think 🙈

If you wanted a ficlet, find 1k of pain under the cut, if not...I think that would be really difficult and problematic...I'm sure it would end in heartbreak to be honest...

If I've misunderstood you, please forgive me ❤️

Words: 1k

Characters: Mairon x OC

Warnings: slight angst

(Also, the lovely people from the SWG server might have inspired me more than was good for either one of us, anon, because they were so sweet and helpful and hence, my original plan of writing some 100 words about this might have...turned into a full ficlet...sorry)

She – her name would by now be lost in the sands of time or the dark crevices of the marring – had seen him first in a world still in becoming and he had defied words and melody by his sheer glory.

In those early days, they had still called him Mairon but – through the ages – he would wear many names like mere robes to be cast off when worn or stained, whereas she would lose the only she had ever claimed as her own; giving up things willingly was in her nature after all.

No-one could escape their destiny and hers was so vague and seemingly inconsequential that being forgotten seemed inevitable; she didn’t mind it though for she knew that everything needed a background and a base to even be visible.

Her function was to be that backbone of patience and belief that held all others aloft and made them shine.

While her brothers – mighty and as beloved as they were feared – had squabbled amongst themselves, she’d wandered around the still young realm, drawn to the creative powers like a moth to a flame. 

While everything had still been thriving, there had been very little for her to do as her heart’s desire and only might was unwavering trust in the face of defeat; her brothers’ sisters in strange and unforeseen ways, she had utter faith in both of them and believed that their respective ambitions would come to fruition and complement each other.

Hitherto, the limitations of her own power and influence had been an absence of creation, a mere shadow, a void as passive as she was; it had only been upon meeting this disciple of Aulë and being cowed by the radiance of his presence that she’d understood how regrettably lacking she really was.

Mairon was a masterful being – skilled, organised, and fair – with a sharp smile and a yet sharper mind, and before she had been able to but pursue that thought, blown away by the winds of her brother, she had found herself helplessly enthralled by the pulsating energy and promise emanating from this creature. 

By rights, he should have acted reverentially towards her but all she had been able to discern was an indomitable desire to unravel and rethread the natural order of things for them to make sense to him, and, evidently, she couldn’t help relenting and pouring herself into his vision, she never had had the strength for that.

She would follow him around – devoted and hopeful still – in hopes that he’d look upon her and find her adequate; steadfast but blurry around the edges, she would have been raw material for him to twist and mould as it pleased him.

Cutting and slightly haughty smiles were all that she had ever gotten from him though and – in the end – he’d followed her brother, Melkor, without casting any lingering glances into her direction. A genius such as his always needed a source of power – be it chaos to put into order or fury to hammer into a blade – and that was when she’d truly understood how impuissant she was. 

Until this moment, she had never resented her brothers for being so formidable; she had been content to live in their shadow and do their bidding if needed but – in that second where all her most cherished dreams had been offered to a seemingly indifferent Melkor – a small flicker of hate had rippled across the still waters of the well of loyalty that was her soul, effectively poisoning it for all the eons to come.

Much later, she sought him out once more, flitting like a wraith across the scarred land she still envisioned healed and hale, while her treacherous brother was confined under the watchful eyes of the other mighty, self-important Powers.

Surely, he would now recognise how wrong he had been in choosing Melkor over her; finally, her patient confidence would be rewarded, and she would be granted what she deserved – it was so very little she asked for, wasn’t it? – and the whole creation would be better for it.

She pleaded, she charmed as well as she could, she gave him her fondest, most brilliant smiles but it was all for naught in the end.

His interest – flaring like a wildfire in those deep eyes – abated almost instantly when he understood that it was selfish longing that brought her all this way rather than a much-awaited message from his master.

He would have treated her with honour had she been a messenger, but – as a supplicant inspired by the need of her own heart – she was cast out of his dark fortress like an unwanted beggar.

“I love you,” she cried in a voice barely above the sigh of the wind or the crunching of feet on fresh-fallen snow, “I have always loved you!”

Gorthaur’s fair brow darkened in confusion before – and this was so much worse – his face smoothed into the gentle, expressionless mien of a butcher about to put the blade to a beast’s throat.

“That’s a pity,” he sighed, “for it means nothing to me. Now run home to your brothers and only return if you have something to tell me that actually is of any interest to me.”

If only he had raged or heaped insults over her bent head, she thought bitterly, she might have fought back, but – as soon as she had spoken those fateful words – she had known herself that it was too late already and that her most intimate and desperate emotions were not even worth a reaction beyond studied and bored politeness to the one she adored so. 

And so, she waited, trusting still that what was rent should be mended and what was lost should be restored eventually; if necessary, she’d linger thus – suspended in agony –  until the world was torn asunder and made anew and time itself started afresh. Next time, she told herself with that quiet confidence that was her gift, she’d turn the tide.

Dearest anon, I am shite at world building 🙈 and I am haunted by the things I've read, so I am very very very sorry if this is not living up to your expectation; I've given it my best shot <3

Lots of love from me :D

[likegoldintheair]

when i say i wish people started using the reblog button more i don't mean it in a 'i want more notes' kind of way i mean it in a 'i want to read about your thoughts on this particular thing' and 'i want to have conversations in the tags' and 'i want this to feel like a community again and not like any of those boring social media platforms where artists are content creators and interactions never goes beyond a like'

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[astrhae]

Can I watch?

GOOD OMENS S2E5 + some underrated Crowley shots

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[beaft]

off of my last post: i feel like corporate horror has such a rich seam of possibilities that are just begging to be mined. the helpless, nightmarish feeling of watching your life get chewed up by the implacable machinery of faceless corporations in which you are nothing but an easily-replaceable cog and knowing the whole time that you chose to be here. that you can, theoretically, leave any time you want. mindless, pointless busywork that you're expected to take pride in even when it has no measurable impact. feeling like you're running on a treadmill - always busy, never achieving anything. upper managers who only communicate with you by email. CEOs who never communicate with you at all, and may not actually exist for all you know. you can leave any time you want. but you can't, can you? not really. you still have to pay the bills.

[intotheelliwoods]

I have been meaning to do a crossover with the one and only @kathaynesart for such a long time! And the @tmntaucompetition has created the perfect excuse for this :)

I think Sprout and Omega would have a surprising amount in common, they have a lot they can talk about with one another!

Apologies for the cliffhanger- haha- whoops-

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

[pearl-kite]

I made a pillow!

It took four months of non-stop cross-stitching, but I finally finished a pattern I bought from @8pxl a little bit ago, and tonight in a bizarre burst of productivity I finally sewed a back to it and stuffed it into a cute little pillow! It ended up being pretty much perfectly sized for a neck pillow, but I'm a bit worried about it getting dirty that way.

I highly recommend the patterns from 8xpl's shop, there are SO many gorgeous ones to choose from. I might end up getting another one soon o3o

[meerphanim]

Regretevator Doodle Dump!!

Scag's the most recent I drew, Bive and DrRETRO were drawn weeks ago.

Also not in my regular style this time!

I (accidentally) developed this style from the DrRETRO doodles (who's also the first NPC I drew). I really like doodling this way and I wanna share these because whale🐳... I really love these! A lot!

💜 [ Reblogs help me a lot. Thank you! ] 💜

[waitineedaname]

divorce as angst: boring, depressing, overdone, I've had enough of that in my own life thanks

divorce but the characters are still friendly: good! healthy! more of this please!

divorce as comedy: unparalleled, hysterical, I want characters to divorce each other repeatedly for no reason

[catsharky]

The Joker comic I talked about is finally here!

I can't lie, I was pretty disappointed with how the reunion with Joker went in ME2. Out of all the characters, his should have been the most emotionally impactful (he saw Shepard die!!) yet all we got was "Sup?" as though Joker wouldn't have spent the 2 years dealing with insane survivor's guilt. Well to that I say pthhbt. My Shepard would have been beside herself seeing him again for the first time, so he's getting hugged whether he likes it or not.

Also while this is technically part of my ongoing Shakarian comic, please feel free to interpret this as romantic as well as platonic.

Part 1 • Previous Part • Interim Comic 2

[clown-owo]

🤨

bonus:

[hellspawnmotel]

even after settling down, theyre pretty cautious.....

.......it doesnt last long

[myuminji]

two people come to a realisation that day: one with joy, the other with sorrow. both are doomed by their realisation.

thinking about the idea that wolfwood just gets so devastated how vash, someone he cares about so much, could treat himself like that, and gets overwhelmed by the realisation that he can't do anything to stop him. how he loves this person but he can't do anything about it. how he loves this person and he can't do anything about it either.

and then there's vash who completely on the opposite end—found someone who cares enough for him when he doesn't anymore, and he can't do anything to stop it. it's too late, he knows it, the person will now shed tears in his stead.

(he realises it's too late to stop him, or himself. the gears on the clock turns again. and again. and again. it never strikes.)