#scyllas revenge

[ljsarts]

Happy ofmd season 2!! I'm going a totally regular amount of insane over the first three episodes ( im lying I haven't been this excited for a season in a long long time)

Anyways here's my old Oc (from the Scylla's revenge art template And crew) Nero now upgraded with some romance betrayal and angst!

Aka : Accidentally saving the pirate assassin who's been sent to kill you who you totally didn't have a one night fling with at port.

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Two pirates the right pirate where's a red loose fabric top embellished with hand sewn flowers and leaves with top surgery scars visible beneath the fabric. They have green trousers tucked into brown laced boots . They have brown hair in a loose bun and a beaming smiley expression, they look down at the left pirate figure dressed in reds and purples a loose embellished waistcoat over a grey top with red epillets and purple laced up trousers with brown belts around their thighs. A knife is tightly held behind the left figures back hidden from view. Both figures hang over the side of a ship the left figure looks distraught while being held above the ocean waves (bottom left) by the right figure who holds onto and treads on thick rope netting.

[mithrilhearts]

*Boop!!*

In my head you're 100% the backbone of the Tolkien fandom and I can only aspire to have a fraction of your writing skills and baking skills and general online people skills <3

Lemme tell you, this message is screenshot on my phone, I look at it a lot, and it gives me so much JOY!!!! 🤩

Thank you for the kind words, and I’ll have you know, your writing is super stellar!!! I still think about that Faramir/Eowyn chicken soup fic. And your Bilbo meeting Estel fic from the first year of THAUC!!!

Thank you for being so sweet, kind, supportive, and uplifting in the community, Scylla!!

[scyllas-revenge]

Just read your “leap of faith” fic for Legolas and I have say I absolutely adore your writing style! Would it be possible for you to do a drabble or some rough ideas on what he would act like in the morning after waking up?

Thank you so much!! Honestly, that wasn't a fic I really planned to write more of, but your ask got my extremely rusty brain back to writing, so thank you! I'm not sure I succeeded at the style I was going for here, but it was fun to give it a try. I hope you like it!

(and @heilith I remember you requested to be tagged in my next Legolas content, so here you go!)

Leap of Faith, Part 2

aka even more Only One Bed shenanigans

Legolas/reader (gender-neutral)

Word count: 1100

Rating: G

Read part 1 here!

Legolas wakes to the sound of his name, but does not hurry to open his eyes. Your voice is a thing of beauty, as it always is, and he sighs a soft smile at the sound, willing the outside world away.

Soon his name is on your lips again, a bit more insistently this time. He shakes his head faintly. Not yet. Mortal sleep is a new experience for him, and he would indulge in it a few moments more. 

Now your hand presses against his shoulder. Regretfully, Legolas allows himself to be jostled into real wakefulness at last, where he finds you lying beside him, soft morning light streaming in through the inn’s faded curtains.

Your body is still curled toward him under the blankets. 

Concern pinches at your brow as you study him. You have never seen him sleep with his eyes closed—is he unwell? But then, perhaps elves never feel unwell. The wry laugh in your words does not fully disguise the sudden pain behind your eyes—perhaps you are reminded, as he so often is, of the immeasurable gulf between you, mortal and immortal, human and elf.

But you were never one to dwell overmuch on such heavy matters—you rest a hand against his forehead, half-teasing, as though to check for fever. Burning up, you inform him, your solemn pronouncement betrayed by the grin playing on your lips. Alas, he is quite unwell indeed! You fear his days are numbered. He had best get his affairs in order.

Legolas does not return your laugh. He will feel unwell in truth, he knows, the moment he must rise from this bed and carry on his journey with you, pretending he did not hear you whisper his name in your sleep, pretending he did not succumb to mortal dreams by your side. But he must give you an answer, and such a confession will not do. 

He was curious, he admits at last. It is no lie—not even a half-truth, for he is burning with curiosity, has burned ever since he met you. It is a weak answer, but it seems to satisfy you, and you smile at him more earnestly. 

Your hand still rests on his forehead, as though you’d quite forgotten to remove it. 

Have you shifted nearer to him? He does not think so. Yet the distance between you now seems unbearably small, intimate, your legs half-entwined under the blankets, his hair touching yours on your pillow. Nearly a lover’s embrace.

It is improper, Legolas thinks to himself, the instinct to scramble back rising in his throat. His curiosity has always warred with nervousness around you, the desire to at once surge forward and retreat often keeping him at a standstill entirely. But you speak again, and his eyes are drawn to the movement of your lips, so hypnotizing that you are forced to repeat yourself twice before he understands. 

Has his curiosity been satisfied, then? Now that he has had a taste of mortal sleep? Your eyes crinkle with laughter, the sound dancing soft and intimate between you. Mortal sleep is quite dull, after all, and you fear he must be disappointed. You shake your head ruefully, your hand leaving his forehead only to brush, agonizingly, against his cheek as you draw away—

“No.” Legolas's hand grasps your retreating wrist before you are aware of it.

His voice is still soft, the half-hushed restraint of early morning that you, like all mortals, seem to favor, but you cannot fail to sense the change in it, a flame igniting the word, low and rasping and hungry.

You lay frozen for a moment, your lungs scarcely drawing breath. But an answering flame sparks behind your eyes, and you raise your brow at him. “No...you are not disappointed? Or no, you are not satisfied?”

Softly you return your hand to Legolas’s face, your fingers trailing tentatively over his cheekbone, his jaw, the shell of his ear, shaped so unlike your own. His heart soars at your touch, and he laughs softly for sheer joy. “How could you disappoint me?" His hand falls to your waist, drawing you nearer. "In the waking world and in sleep, there is delight to me in all you do.”

“I am glad.” Heat blooms on your cheeks, but your fingers continue to play over his face, his neck, his hair, and your smile now is a thing of fire. You lean in closer than ever, and he wishes it might burn him. “And how could I satisfy you?”

Oh, there can be no doubt, now, that you feel as he does. The little bedroom seems suddenly to be made of gold, the morning sun sinking into his skin as though this is the first sunrise ever to grace Middle-Earth, the world born anew before him. Yet for all his elation Legolas knows not how to answer—he wants too much, far more than he can ask of you, and he fears his curiosity will never be satisfied.

Smiling all the wider for his silence, you take pity on him, tapping a playful finger against his chest as though in thought. “Perhaps I might tell you what I dreamed of last night. Will that do?” 

Your touch burns over his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, until your thumb sweeps softly over his lower lip. He swallows hard. He sees your sleeping face again, branded into his memory, your lashes fluttering, lips parting as you murmur his name. No, he thinks. It is not enough. “Perhaps you might show me instead.”

There is a heat beyond fire in your smile now, a heat to rival the rising sun. You know as well as he that this alone will not satisfy either of you, that this will begin something new and terrifying, a leap of faith far greater than the one he had taken last night in lying down beside you and closing his eyes. Yet he does not mean to retreat, and nor, it seems, do you. 

“Hmm. It will do, for a start.” 

Legolas is still chuckling fondly at your answer when you press his name against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair. As you pull his body flush against yours, sighing as he parts your lips to taste the joy and trust and desire on your tongue, his fears and doubts vanish like summer fog, for he knows you have faith in each other utterly. 

He knows that when you take this leap together, you will fly.

[markscherz]

Hello! I’m curious: when you were a little kid, was there some part of you that thought- despite all evidence to the contrary- that poison dart frogs would taste like gummy candy? I’m not saying I thought that and I’m DEFINITELY not saying I still kind of think that, but like…I have eyes. They’re the skittles of the animal kingdom

In rainforest, a frog can be hidden

as a brown or a little green thing,

so a frog that is bright and unhidden

is a warning you really should heed;

all that is bright is not tasty

not all coloured things should be licked;

Müllerian: both taste quite nasty,

Batesian: you could be tricked.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

*Boop!*

I love you idnmt <3 you're a a wonderful friend and pen pal and are a beacon of joy in the Tolkien fandom (and also I'm coming to visit you one of these days whether you're ready or not. i'm just gonna show up at your door and you're gonna have to hang out with me)

Boop back, my dear friend...

Did I tell you that I've written you a drabble?

Hahaha! Also, you can come here any time you want, and I'll be so happy to see you, I will faint like a goat! I swear!

Meeting you is one of my biggest dreams! You're such a precious friend to me, and I admire and love you so much

Hearing from you (even an evil boop) makes my day! You'll never know how much you mean to me! <3

[luxusartsus]

My Saint Seiya sexualities headcanons

Straighter than a fruit salad

Hyoga, Misty, Asterion, Capella, Dante, Sirius, Mu, Saga, Aiolos, Camus, Mime, Alberich, Syd, Io, Sorento, Minos, Myu, Valentine, Pharaoh, Queen

Swinging both ways... with a bat... violently

Seiya, Shiryu, Ikki, Ban, Marin, Shaina, Moses, Algol, Dio, Algethi, Ptolemy, Deathmask, Aiolia, Dohko, Shura, Hilda, Fenrir, Bud, Julian, Isaac, Kasa, Aiacos, Laimi, Hypnos, Thanatos, Artemis, Apollon

Fuck, everyone is hot

Saori, Shun, Jabu, Nachi, June, Okko, Shion, Aldebaran, Shaka, Milo, Aphrodite, Bian, Orphee

Eww romance... ew ew ewww sex...

Saori (again), Kiki, Aldebaran (again), Shaka (again), Thor, Krishna, Hades

Default settings

Geki, Ichi, Shunrei, Miho, Siegfried, Hagen, Freiya, Kanon, Thetis, Pandora, Radamanthys, Euridice

Gay and homophobic

Lune

[sindar-princeling]

Oooh #4 and 18 for your tolkien ask please!

4. What passage in Tolkien's books or in any of the films/shows/media speaks to you the most?

Oh my god that's an impossible choice honestly... I love many passages from the Pelennor, and among them Eowyn and Merry slaying the Witch King, I love Treebeard singing the song about different creatures, I love Faramir proposing to Eowyn, I love "I'm glad you’re with me here at the end of all things" (how beautiful and open and loving is that!!), I love gimli taking about Aglarond caves... the list goes ever on and on ajsjdfjfjf

18. The magic of Middle Earth is barely ever explained. If you could gain just one of the barely-explained talents or magic abilities of a person in Arda, what ability would you choose? Would you hide it or use it openly IRL?

I'd LOVE to have either magic singing abilities or magic weaving abilities like Galadriel with the cloaks or Arwen with the standard

[fizzyxcustard]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!!

Thank you so much, lovely! Backatcha. I don’t normally send these chain messages on, purely because I worry about missing people off and upsetting them. So I think everyone reading this is wonderful! Love you all. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[fellowshipofthefics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aragorn | Estel & Bilbo Baggins, Aragorn | Estel/Arwen Undómiel Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Aragorn | Estel, Arwen Undómiel Additional Tags: Fluff, Unrequited Crush, Pre-Teen Angst, Love Letters, Slight Canon Divergence, Estel is the most awkward ten-year-old to ever live, he has the same vibes as a first grader asking their teacher to marry them Summary:

Eager for some peace and quiet from the dwarves, Bilbo goes exploring in Rivendell and comes across a moody, awkward young Estel, who's fallen head over heels in love with Lady Arwen.

Despite never having talked to her before (and despite being all of ten years old) Estel is determined to write her a love letter before she returns to Lothlorien. Can Bilbo snap him out of it?

[heilith]

#2, 3, 28, and 29 for your ao3 wrapped ask :)

Hey, thank you! :)

2. How many works did you publish this year?

9 new works on Ao3, a bit more here. For me, it’s productive af. 

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

This one is so hard! But ok, let’s narrow this down to Ao3 again, and Tolkien, will be easier this way.

I’d say “Now” (the one that gave me back my will to write) and “Of Stars and Silence”  (a sort of a personal challenge that I failed, but not completely). You know them both. :D

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

“Lord Namo in His Halls” for Scribbles and Drabbles’22 and “Sing my Soul” - purely for my own pleasure and self-indulgence. 

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

His eyes, so simply gray in daylight, showed all different in the glowing darkness of a Lorien night. Dark like the reflection of a storm cloud in a stirless lake. Coldish like the cruel steel of his sword. Deep like the waves, that had once closed over Númenor, hard and full of twisting shadows.

The air was tainted with the smell of your blood. Boromir could hardly fail to sense it, too, you could read it in his face, see it from the way his nostrils widened slightly, when he leaned over you for one last kiss. A satisfied hunter, still taut with the exertion of the chase and murder, but already triumphing over his prey. (Now) 

Without unnecessary modesty, this turned out cool. 

Thank you again! :) 

[mithrilhearts]

Hey! For your ask game, garden and cruel <3

Hey Scylla!! Sorry for the delay, here we go!!

Can you believe I only found one for garden? and then about a thousand for cruel???

From my upcoming fic (at some point), Led Only By The Stars (Space AU)!

“By Yavanna’s green garden…” Bilbo breathed as he lowered his laser gun, trotting towards the wreckage out of pure curiosity and poking his nose where it likely shouldn’t be.

and from my upcoming chapter of Kurdu 'abadaz (this week!!)

And not a single pebble moved, or shifted, and for a time, Thorin had to wonder if this was all a cruel trick of embarrassment.

Send a random word to my inbox and I'll post a line/passage containing that word from a released or unreleased fic!

[southfarthing]

Literally thought "came for the faramir stayed for the faramir" and took me several seconds to notice that you'd used those as tags on your post XD

HAHAHAHAHA

[realmythsmoved]

"The question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether?" / Scylla Ramshorn

"What makes you think that'll happen?" Scylla asks the other person. So far nothing has changed her in that way. She supposes it's possible. But it's not likely in her opinion. There will always be a part of her that thirsts for revenge. Right?

[emilybeemartin]

@scyllas-revenge GIRL ONE OF MY PASSIONS IS EXPLORING THE PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL TOLLS OF A CHARACTER'S JOURNEY ON THEIR OUTWARD APPEARANCE

Boromir Lives AU: The Stylist's Continuity Sheet

[i-did-not-mean-to]

The internet has peaked with my new ability to boop you 💜💜💜 (I hardly know what that button does yet but the details are unimportant boop boop boop)

Boop right back, my beloved friend, my dear mental companion.

I hope you have a lovely Easter Monday <3

[madbard]

While listening to Epic, I noticed an interesting pattern with how antagonists are portrayed, and how Odysseus’ interactions with them are coded.

In Epic, the monsters Odysseus faces are rarely fighting for their own sake. Polyphemus attacks Odysseus’ crew to avenge his sheep, and Poseidon destroys his ships as revenge for his son’s suffering. Similarly, Circe only threatens Odysseus to protect her nymphs. Odysseus does not kill any of these enemies, and while he is occasionally criticized for letting them go free, the overall implication is that he did the right thing by sparing them.

Then we hit the Thunder Saga, and Odysseus begins his arc as a ‘monster’ by killing the sirens. His actions here are brutal, and whether or not they are justified is, I think, up to the listener. However, it’s significant that the sirens are the first foes Odysseus faces on his journey who aren’t either defending or avenging what they love. They attack unprovoked, and while Odysseus’ method of execution is gory, he is never punished for it by other characters within the narrative. Apollo is the only one to protest, and even he is swayed easily when Athena says (among other things) that the sirens were “trying to do him worse.” The sirens attacked first, and while Odysseus’ response was ‘monstrous,’ his crew obeyed his commands and he was not challenged or ostracized for giving said commands. He is only treated as a monster when he yields to Scylla, who also attacked without provocation.

Thus, in Epic, the monsters fighting to protect or avenge their loved ones are protected by the very story - killing them may be more convenient, but it isn’t the answer. However, the monsters who attack without provocation, for their own amusement or satisfaction, do not receive such respect. Killing them is acceptable, and cooperating with them is monstrous.

By this logic, Odysseus is justified in his actions, however atrocious. He attacks to protect his family, and therefore deserves mercy.

The suitors, on the other hand…