#valiantfindekano

[cyrefinn]

// After so many years, I remembered this blog and all the marvelous times I had on it, and I miss them desperately. Anyone from the old group of RP’ers I used to write with still around? o.O

[ao3feed-thorki]

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by valiantfindekano

It’s going to take some time to get used to the fact that home is now an outdated spacecraft, very much stolen from the ass-end of the universe. The Æsir survive, but they’ve suffered an unexpected and crippling blow, and to be perfectly honest, Thor’s plan to drop every survivor into whatever empty corner of Midgard doesn’t immediately take up arms against them is a shit plan.

But it is what it is.

Words: 1995, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Thor - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Thor, Loki & Thor (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Post-Ragnarok, Brother Feels, not really that shippy, could almost be pre-slash?, nothing adult happens they just sass each other a lot, some myth-based stuff pulled directly out of my ass

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2mrY0Fg

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Not of deceit

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2mrY0Fg

by valiantfindekano

It’s going to take some time to get used to the fact that home is now an outdated spacecraft, very much stolen from the ass-end of the universe. The Æsir survive, but they’ve suffered an unexpected and crippling blow, and to be perfectly honest, Thor’s plan to drop every survivor into whatever empty corner of Midgard doesn’t immediately take up arms against them is a shit plan.

But it is what it is.

Words: 1995, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Thor - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Thor, Loki & Thor (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Post-Ragnarok, Brother Feels, not really that shippy, could almost be pre-slash?, nothing adult happens they just sass each other a lot, some myth-based stuff pulled directly out of my ass

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2mrY0Fg

[hyarmaite]

"You can be excused for just about anything if you are a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.”

“They don’t ask inconvenient questions if you succeed, you mean,” Maedhros replied with a small sigh. “If you accomplish what they wanted, there’s really nothing to complain or ask about, least of all the methods you used. But if you’ve made a mistake, no matter how pure your intentions truly were, you’re suddenly subjected to scorn and condemnation. Though…” He frowned. “No, I suppose you are right. People don’t really ask things either way: they just yell.”

[cyrefinn]

"Giving in to one's dark side never accomplishes anything." (more moral advice from an annoying cousin #yolo)

Once Upon a Time starter sentences

Pausing only a moment, enough to let the satisfied smile flit across his lips, in unsheathing his sword, Curufin turned around to give his cousin an only marginally smug look. "You just couldn't restrain yourself, could you, Fingon? Is it not enough that you don't have to dirty your hands with traitor's blood yourself, that I have kindly offered to do the deed for you?"

He stepped closer, the pale metal of his blade glinting naked in the dim and dimming light as the last dredges of sunlight faded from the sky, retreating in the face of the aggressive night, and there was a similar glint in his gray eyes, but colder. "I feel for you, my lord. It must be a great burden, the responsibility that faces you. It never faced me so starkly, but that does not mean I cannot sympathize. I do this out of charity -- not petty revenge."

Sometimes lies tasted bitter, and fell heavy and callous from the unwilling tongue and numbed, trembling lips. But sometimes they tasted sweet -- like victory. Like vengeance.

[askrossiel]

”Fear cuts deeper than swords.”

"P-perhaps that is why I am always all in pieces... I am always afraid."

[nihthelm]

[Yesterday, we drove through several bands of what I can only describe as white-out blizzard like conditions, making the 8ish hour drive I expected more like 10 plus.

I tell you, though -- forging onward through frozen, blinding blowing snow, no sense of just how much longer it's going to last, no sense of just how long it'll take to reach safety and warmth and rest, only knowing you can't go back and you can't stop so you just have to go on ... !

I'm sorry, Fingon.

I mean, Caranthir still doesn't give a shit, but hey.

[theshipwright]

"There is a sweet innocence about you."

Círdan was about to take a bite of his dinner but he paused with his mouth wide open and his fork only halfway to its destination.  Did he really hear that accurately?  A silver brow arched before he glanced sidelong to his newfound friend and ally.  

Slowly he lowered his fork back to his plate and shifted in his seat so he could face Fingon all the better.  "A sweet innocence?" he echoed, torn between confusion and wanting to laugh.

"I suppose it best to be thought of as sweet and innocent," a chuckle escaped at last and he relaxed more into his seat.  "It makes others more inclined to trust me or to give me a chance while it makes my foes less inclined to be wary of me as they should.  It works in my favor either way."

[belenwen]

Do you love me?

The knife against the cutting board was a rhythmic and calming sound.  She enjoyed the prep work that went into cooking meals, the measuring and organization was soothing to her.  While she had normally cooked for just herself, she did not mind making extra to accommodate Fingon since he had unofficially moved in with her.  She had the space and quite frankly, his actual home was vile.

The question caught her off guard and she paused before pushing the diced onions off to the side into their own neat pile.  "Come again?"

"Do you love me," Fingon repeated and she swore she could hear the smile in his tone before she saw it.  Turning to face him, sure enough it was there.

"What brought that on?" she pressed, turning back to her work so she was able to rinse the onions from her fingers before continuing on.  Most importantly, she was curious if he was looking to tease her or for a serious answer.  

There was a new rhythmic sound, heels tapping against the cabinets and his thumbs against the counter.  Ah, so he was getting impatient.  With a huff, she turned and did not bother to wipe any excess water from her hands before cupping both of his cheeks.  She tipped his head lower so she was able to press a kiss to his brow.

"Of course I do, but even that does not give you the freedom to sit on the counters without proper pants.  Hop down or no supper," she grinned even as she turned once more to return to her work.  "I could use a hand with this anyways."

[nerdxnel-blog]

§ yea why not

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

Any family dinner was a little stressful. With the children and their spouses, and grandchildren (and their spouses) of Finwe all gathered in one hall, tension was high, but as were spirits. The grandchildren, from Maitimo towering over them all and glittering in his youth, to Artanis gurgling in her mother's lap, loved this time together. Even Feanaro looked content at his father's side, smiling now and again. After the first courses, the stuffiness of the room began to grow too much, and Nerdanel excused herself, quickly followed by Maitimo who took it upon himself to ensure all was well. Resting her back against the cool of the stone wall in the corridor, she assured her eldest son she was fine, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead before making his way to the kitchens. The heels of his boots echoed down the dark corridor, and she turned to watch him leave.

Suddenly her head was forced back and there was another body pressing her to the wall, another pair of lips against hers and they were forcing hers open and she opened her eyes in shock when-

It stopped as quickly as it had started. Looking back at her in absolute horror was Findekano, his hand over his mouth and eyes shining. She looked at him for a moment, her heart in her mouth, before reaching out a hand that shook slightly to touch his shoulder. "I do not think I am the one you are looking for," she said quietly. "And there is no need for me to ever know who it was you are. This never happened."

[nihthelm]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

Send me a "(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)" and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

[But how do I do this there isn't a kiss that means "you are so annoying and most of the time I don't like you at all but you're still family and my brother likes you so okay I will tolerate you I suppose" so how, huh?]

Back of Hand: Respect/Love

There was a new shadow in Fingon's eyes, and despite himself, Caranthir felt empathy stir. The shadow was a void place, an emptiness -- a hollow scooped out where once Fingolfin had rested. The death of a father was a pain any son could understand.

It did not make him like Fingon any more dearly; his cousin was still a pretentious popinjay wearing a crown that he had not the right to, as far as Caranthir was concerned.

But out of shared blood, and shared grief, and for Maitimo's sake as much as anything, the Lord of Thargelion bowed with proper respect over the hand of the newly-made king, just barely brushing his lips across Fingon's knuckles.

[theshipwright]

♧ chyuh

|| This might be my favorite hair shout as of late.  

[masteroftheseas]

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. . . . . . . Wait. Why are you smiling? Wait was that some sort of secret Elf mating ritual I did not know of? We are not going to make babies are we??

[xglorfindel]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

Send me a "(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)" and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Forehead: Blessing/FriendshipCheek: Dear/Kindness/SatisfactionBack of Hand: Respect/Love