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twink sauron this twink sauron that where's my butch lady sauron
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I don’t think orcs are elvish enough. You have this race that was made by taking elves and twisting them, but they are always shown as so far removed from elves that unless you are told their origin, you wouldn’t guess it. Which is a shame, because I think they would be more effective if they looked like elves.
Because what happens if they look like elves? For elves, this would lead to a whole range of issues. Does killing an orc count as kinslaying? It’s a lot harder to sidestep that question if the look similar. If you want to make it really dark, have elves face off against orcs and have the elves recognize some of the orcs. Even if it doesn’t count, that’s going to cause some psychological damage to the elves to be killing people that look kind of like them. And depending on how exactly they differ from elves, you can bring in the horror of the uncanny valley. As for humans and dwarves, if the first group of pointy-eared humanoids you encounter are monsters that slaughter your people and ravage your home, you’re going to be way less trusting of the next group of pointy-eared humanoids you encounter. What if some of the problems in early dwarf/elf and human/elf relations was due to cases of mistaken identity?
So orcs should still look like elves. Elves that had been tortured and dragged through Hell, but still clearly of elvish origin. My ideal orcs look more like uncanny valley zombie elves than the dark, beefy beast men they are usually portrayed as. I know this departs from Jirt’s descriptions, but I think there’s room to make orcs really creepy.
Traits my ideal orcs would have:
Day shall come again - S&D SFW 122
Image description: Chalk on concrete depicting a sunrise over purple mountains. The yellow sun is radiating rays into the sky and illuminating the mountains. The sky contains bands of gold, orange, pink, and blue. Across the mountains, the Quenya words “Aurë entuluva!” (day shall come again) are written in golden and red chalk.
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MaeMags Recs
My top ten favourite MaeMags fics in alphabetical order. It was incredibly difficult to pick only ten and I had to exclude some incredible fics 😭 I tried to go for short fics which focus specifically on MaeMags. I hope you love them as much as I do!
The Best Laid Plans by disastrousexpense - (@polutrope) - E, 2.4k, MaeMags/OFC, the fic that convinced me that second person could be hot, great dynamics
Drunken Dancing by Sleepless_Malice (@feanope) - E, 6.3k, MaeMags taking Elrond's virginity (consensually), featuring the hottest bj I've ever seen in fic courtesy of MaeMags
Hush, tread on my path my love by eldvarpa (@eldvarpa) - E, 839, hot rough warlord sex. They are devoted but not kind and it feels very true to them to me.
in all my dreams i drown by homelikecatastrophe (@welcomingdisaster) - E, 5k, beautifully written, dark, Maedhros marries Maglor after he is raped and becomes pregnant
midnight oil by Pastel_Sugar (@pastelsugar6w6) - T, 888, lovely and tender with a very erotic undertone
no other blood by jouissant (@jouissants) - E, 3.8k, Maedhros & Maglor marry in YTT due to Feanor's paranoia, gorgeous writing
ours would be a good life by aguntoaknifefight (swirlingvoid) (@thepastisaroadmap) - T, 2.3k, funny outsider pov of MaeMags in the kidnap fam era, feels very realistic
they thought us blind, we were just blinking by AdmirableMonster (Mertiya) (@admirablemonster) - E, 2.8k, Maglor helping Maedhros heal after Thangorodrim. Through sex. Hotter and more intimate than I'm making it sound!
Thine Ever, Makalaurë by am_fae (@meadowlarkx)- E, 3.8k, funny epistolary exchange followed by some very hot slightly d/s sex. This is exactly what Maglor would write like.
a willing sheath by jouissant (@jouissants), E, 2.4k, the seminal size kink fic
A huge thank you to @elronds_library for your help & your resources making this much easier!
Fingon is bad at math - S&D SFW 9
Wise he was and skilled in voice and hand; troth and justice he loved and bore good will to all, both Elves and Men, hating math only.
Image description: A photograph of a wooden abacus with 100 colorful beads in white, yellow, red, blue, and turquoise. The abacus sits on a dark wooden outdoor surface. Weathered wood and greenery is visible in the background. Several beads have been moved across the rods, suggesting a calculation in progress.
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Please only vote if you've been driving for over 2 years
it's really hard to be sure because i've been driving for >30 years, but i voted 4, since i think that's about right. i'm not entirely sure, though. it could be a little higher? but it's pretty rare!
things like "left turn at an intersection which does not allow left turns during a specific two-hour period", mostly. i don't think i've ever been dinged for speeding, because i don't speed by a large enough margin that they care.
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A snippet from my soulmate au for @silvergiftingweek Day 2. The fic itself stretches from the fall of Nargothrond to the fall of Gondolin, with this snippet occurring a few days after the battle. This is the first time they've interacted since the battle.
“You are more troublesome than I had assumed you would be,” the Maia mused, a touch darkly. “You were so tender and gentle to Annatar, so kindhearted. When you bent so quickly in the battle, I had assumed that was truly all you are. Clever, but vapid. A failed comparison. This is far more interesting.” He swirled the drink in his glass—wine? Something worse?—and inspected Tyelpe over the top. His lips curled up in a smile, cruelty more prominent than anything else. “Fight if it satisfies you, Tyelperinquar. I will enjoy reshaping you far more knowing the reward for my efforts is so sweet.” With a jolt of horror, Tyelpe realised he could not respond. He could not argue, he could not truly move. He would have to lie here and listen, for however long Sauron decided to keep him isolated and restrained. There was no alternative. He would have to spend days listening to the voice of a madman, an enemy, a traitor so successful he had managed to persuade others to switch allegiances before. How much would it impact him? Would he be the one to fail where his uncle had not? He touched the empty space on his forehead reflexively, heart aching. Sauron spotted it. “I had not intended to go quite so far so quickly,” the Maia admitted, swirling the wine around again. There was a note of…hesitancy? Regret? Surely there could not be. “It could have been a useful bargaining tool once softened, but it served its purpose. You must learn your place, Tyelperinquar. Hiding a weapon is unacceptable.” It would not have been one if not for you, he wanted to scream, they were scared I would need to protect myself with nothing. Tyelpe swallowed tightly. They were all scared. The youths had been scared, and him more, and it led to the loss of so much more than he hoped. He should have known that would happen, when he reached for his circlet instead of giving up. He should have been smarter.
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They are even better 🌒
Fumellar, the Flowers of Sleep - S&D NSFW 21
There too grew the poppies glowing redly in the dusk, and those the Gods called fumellar the flowers of sleep—and Lórien used them much in his enchantments. - The Book of Lost Tales, Part One
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Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower
by Rainer Maria Rilke tr. Joanna Macy
Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change. What is it like, such intensity of pain? If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night, be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent earth: I flow. To the rushing water, speak: I am.
Tengwar Hopscotch - S&D SFW 171
Image description: Photograph of chalk on concrete. A white chalk outline of a hopscotch grid with twelve squares. Each square contains a tengwar numeral from 1 to 12 written in chalk. The squares are also decorated with colorful shading and surrounded by chalk doodles of abstract shapes, flowers, a rainbow, waves, a jewel, an eye, falling tears, and orange flames. The concrete slab is variegated in color due to age & wear, dirt, and faded older chalk drawings. Brown and green plant material and dirt can be seen on the far right side.
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Will we never all be together again?
Little Women — 1994 dir. Gillian Armstrong adapted from the novel by Louisa May Alcott
The House of the King - S&D SFW 76
In the battle Nólemë was isolated and slain, and the Orcs cut out his heart; but Turgon rescued his body and his heart, and it became his emblem. - The Book of Lost Tales, Part One
Image description: Chalk on concrete depicting the emblem of the House of the King of Gondolin: a scarlet heart, silver-white moon, and golden sun against a light blue background. The emblem is in the shape of a shield and framed by a brown outline.
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thank you to @infiniteriver for the suggestion!