shrikeseams:
If I did a silmarillion embroidered patch giveaway drawing in November, would anyone be interested?
Yes!
Nah.
Depends! (Tell me more in reblogs or replies)
Good enough for me!
If anyone has suggestions for non-feanorian patches they’d like to see, drop them in my inbox, and I’ll try to get them designed, digitized, and trialed by November!
ceescedasticity:
ymfingsteadilyon:
ceescedasticity:
(“Them” being Eluréd and Elurín.)
In such an AU the day news broke about Sauron making tools of Eluréd and/or Elurín would be the day Melian marched up Taniquetil and strangled Eönwë with her bare hands.
*puts up a sanctimoniously wagging finger*
See, this is exactly the kind of thinking that gets you the Noldolantë. How is poor Eönwë to blame for any of this? Sauron’s right there! And if Manwë’s non-interventionist policy still holds and gets in the way, go strangle him into changing his mind.
Because of not taking Sauron prisoner when he had the chance?
When Thangorodrim was broken and Morgoth overthrown, Sauron put on his fair hue again and did obeisance to Eönwë, the herald of Manwë, and abjured all his evil deeds. And some hold that this was not at first falsely done, but that Sauron in truth repented, if only out of fear, being dismayed by the fall of Morgoth and the great wrath of the Lords of the West. But it was not within the power of Eönwë to pardon those of his own order, and he commanded Sauron to return to Aman and there receive the judgement of Manwë. Then Sauron was ashamed, and he was unwilling to return in humiliation and to receive from the Valar a sentence, it might be, of long servitude in proof of his good faith; for under Morgoth his power had been great. Therefore when Eönwë departed he hid himself in Middle-earth; and he fell back into evil, for the bonds that Morgoth had laid upon him were very strong.
Ainur love to play catch-and-release with their misbehaving kin. Hell, Eonwe didn’t even bother to properly catch him.
I know nothing about The Way of the House Husband except what I’ve seen passed around on tumblr. But I also know in my heart that 3rd or 4th age Aman has something very similar, with a former kinslayer instead of a former mob guy.
evilwizard:
evilwizard:
did you know? there is a type of metal chariot, powered by the bone-ichor of ancient dragons, that you can use to access—and quickly traverse—a labyrinthine realm of desolate, pitch-black stone known to scientists as “the american highway system”
be forewarned! the chariot does release a terrible curse that ravages the sky and boils the sea. but the King’s coffers are rich with coin from the Dragonbone Ichor Council, so there aren’t many alternatives <|:^/
(via bioluminescent-fungus)
kamkong asked:
What if there was another morphing "condition" (like Rachel's crocodile allergy) wherein the morpher can only morph "forward," with all forms being able to acquire DNA and morph. So you can go from human to hawk, but you can't go back to human unless you acquire fresh DNA as a hawk. Benefits, can't become a nothlit. Negatives, no stored forms, and unless you shave off some hair beforehand, you may lose your original shape.
thejakeformerlyknownasprince:
I love this fairy-tale-body-horror-Tam-Lin idea. It fits so well with the original series’ emphasis on your “real body” being whatevertheheck you say it is, but with this permanent sense of loss to accompany it.
Because even shaving hair wouldn’t work; you have to acquire DNA from living cells. You only get to be your original human self once, and then your body will change forever. You can be that one hawk, but you’ll never be that particular hawk again. You’re a koala, for as long as you choose to be, you eat and sleep and live as a koala, until you rest your koala hand upon a marmoset and now that marmoset is your entire life. So on, infinitely. No going back, no recovery, no reset button.
We live in bodes that change permanently from the moment we’re born to the moment we die, bones stretching and then skin wrinkling and then telomeres shortening. If Animorphs makes that literal, then it’s got the most unforgiving metaphor for growing up that I’ve yet seen.