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An Easterling Wanderer

@easterlingwanderer / easterlingwanderer.tumblr.com

Silmarillio - LotR OC ______________________________ What do you do when nothing you do matter?
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Anonymous asked:

Nienna sounded interesting as a 'new type' of goddess (Goddess of Pity? A variation of the Love Goddess Arda Divine Patreon is missing?)

But then you realize her tears are the equivalent of sending thoughts and prayers

Like...girl, what are you doing about all the suffering?

Nothing like all the Valar, 'course.

Like they be more interested in teaching a lesson ta tha Noldor than helping every other Children sooo. Ya ken how they be.

Evil.

Tah lot o'them.

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Honestly, all the Valar are Creepy and Evil and give me the heeby jeebies <<

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Anonymous asked:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10858446

Ever read this one?

Nope, but hot dam, yeah. I agree 100%

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Anonymous asked:

One reason I love Tolkien crossovers with 'powerful worlds' is because I love elves realizing how little they are. Imagine a crossover with Fate/Stay Night? With Doomguy? Kratos? Thanos? Voltron? Ancient Mythology? The Fair Folk?

So many stronger worlds, people and begins.

I keep thinking about how they would react with other McGunffins (like the Infinite Stones, the Amazons's Lasso of Truth, Bleach's Zanpakutous...)

I think they would probally want to 'keep it safe' or take it to Valinor, mostly wouldn't want to leave it at the hands of 'lesser begins' like Men (LOL). Just elves not having control of the situation would drive them fuckers nuts.

I guess they would also demand answers about what the McGunffins are? In a very condescending and annoying way.

I just wish we had more serious good Tolkien crossovers

What do you think?

So if we are talking about the Quendi? ANYTHING beyond what the Valar said would frigging TERRIFY them. Like... all out, barely contained terror.

They would desperately try to bring it back into their lil mental scheme for sure, and yeah... be real condescending about that xD

Save for Feanor. He would eat that shit UP.

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elspethdixon

Tumblr: My fave Silm characters totally smoke weed.

You fool. No they don’t. Put away the stoner jokes and use your critical thinking skills for five seconds.

The Noldor do not and would never smoke weed. Thranduil smokes weed because he’s a chill party guy who likes to get fucked up. The Noldor are type A aggressive control freaks.

The Noldor do coke.

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thelandswemadeofpaper asked:

Elves after finding out edain don't have sex only for marriage (and probally about poly relationships and divorces too )

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"They just be envious, 's all"

*said the Wanderer, sporting a shirt with "humans do it better" on the front*

*In the back "Sex. For all the elves, I meant sex"*

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Anonymous asked:

It took me longer than I will ever admit to realize that your picture is Bronn 😅

IT WAS THE BEST FACECLAIM FOR THE WANDERER AHAHAHA

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tragediegh

Last line meme

Tagged by @oathkeeperoxas! I can’t post what I am currently writing for OCACD bc it would be a huge chapter spoiler, buuuuuut here’s a blurb I jotted down last night for my eventual ROTE Vampire/Werewolf high school AU!

“I can’t believe I got a C on this,” He said despairingly. “It’s a good poem. My dad even said it was a good poem! He would know, he’s a poet.” “Did you do that thing where you made it too rhymey again?” I asked. He did that a lot. Like… a notorious amount. He rolled his eyes as me and spun on his heels, walking backwards through the hallway while we talked.
I had no fucking clue how he didn’t back directly into every single person in his path, but somehow he didn’t. It was like he had eyes in the back of his head. “Rhymey isn’t a real word, Fitzy-Fitz.” He said in the sing-songy voice he knew for a fact I despised, because I’d told him so a million times. I gave him a long look. “You know what I mean.”
“It’s a poem! It’s supposed to rhyme!” “That’s not true at all. Tons of poetry doesn’t rhyme.” He raised a nearly white eyebrow at me. “Not the famous stuff.” “Ok, that’s just like, categorically untrue.” I protested. “Name five famous poems that don’t rhyme and I’ll name ten that do. You go first.” He challenged, pointing a long finger out and poking me right in the chest.
“I can’t like… think of any off the top of my head, ok?” I said, a little annoyed. He loved putting me on the spot over the stupidest shit imaginable. “It’s because all the ones you thought of rhymed, didn’t they?” He asked triumphantly. I chose not to reply, and reached into my pocket for my phone instead.
“Just as I suspected,” He crowed, doing a little twirl and then turning back around to walk shoulder to shoulder with me again. “Here, you should read it. It’s all about the agony and ecstasy and drama of unrequited love, you’d be so into it.” “What do you even know about unrequited love?” I said, and even I could hear that I sounded kinda crabby. He looked at me seriously. “Plenty.” He said, way too calmly, then thrust the paper into my hand and skipped off.
“I don’t wanna be late for Bio!” He shouted, and blew me a kiss. I ducked my head as a group of girls walking past us started giggling and whispering. I loved Beloved, I really did, but sometimes I wished he was a little less into embarrassing me publicly. Cheeks hot, I waved back, and he grinned evilly.
He totally knew what he was doing. Little shit.

That’s way more than one line 😂 but it’s fun!!!! I’m tagging @atreefullofstars @easterlingwanderer @cyberphuck @mellowthorn and @sheydgarden (and if you don’t want to , just ignore it, there’s never any pressure from me lol :) I just know all of you enjoy writing as well 💛)

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easterlingwanderer

The last lines of what I am writing right now? uhhh it is the incredible self-indulgent Isekai of Farseer Trilogy actually soooo xD

Neither said anything more, and Chade left in the darkness. 
I swallowed around the lump in my throat, and tried to speak, to say something when the Fool screeched.
Lighteyes, The Hunger had stalked behind him and licked the back of his head. His long, rough tongue had freed some of the fluffy strands from the plait and they were now standing all around his face, like a halo.
The Fool let go of my arm to spin around and glare at my companion as he lolled his tongue, yipping happily.
Good job, little brother!
“Fitz! Tell your… Dog-Fox-Wolf monster he will sleep outside tonight” 
Lighteyes, The Hunger, whined.
My groan was half a laugh.
I did sleep in the Fool’s home that night, on the floor. The Fool piled blankets aplenty on me, enough I didn’t feel neither the cold of the air nor the cold of the ground. I slept peacefully, and dreamt of my children, and of the High Land.
I woke to the scent of porridge, and the Fool’s quiet steps around me. I opened my eyes to the sight of his stockinged feet padding around the wooden floor. I smiled.
“If you are awake, you can help.”

(This Isekaied Fitz didn’t bond with Nighteyes, because Nighteyes is very anti-Skill and this Fitz likes, bathes in the stuff. He bonded with an Aenocyon dirus called Lighteyes, The Hunger. Yes, like that. The story involves evolved Others, new kingdoms, and a lot of murder i am having funnn)

uhm I have nobody to tag XP

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Personally, as a treat for me, I think there should be atheist elves living on middle earth. I don't mean like that they don't believe the Valar and Maiar exist, and helped to shape the world. I mean that they don't believe the Valar about Ilúvatar. Like, they just think those are some powerful guys who lied to consolidate even more power.

and said elves should include thranduil.

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thelandswemadeofpaper
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easterlingwanderer

Sounds abooot right

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elbiotipo

Fuck that post going around saying "you can have coffee in your story without justifying it :) you don't need to explain everything :)" I want, no, I DEMAND a fully researched ethnobotanical paper on every single food item in your work, if you don't explain to me where did potatoes come from in your fantasy setting or don't explain how the industry of coffee works over interstellar distances with full detail you are doing things wrong and I personally hate you and I hate your stupid story, fuck you

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elbiotipo

Why are your stupid little wizards and knights eating potato stew in your dumb European middle ages fantasy world. Where did they get potatoes from. Where is the center of domestication of potatoes, do you have a fantasy Andean civilization? What are the social and economic consequences of having such a calorie rich crop in cold climates. I don't care about "themes" or "enemies to lovers with found family", I didn't ask about that. Where does your idiot space captain gets their shitty coffee from. Is it imported from Earth? Are there coffee growing worlds? Is it an alien species replacement with the same name? What are the social consequences of that? Don't try to change the subject, I'll stop pointing the gun when I want, I'm trying to have a conversation here,

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ever-so-slightly-monstrous

gold in them there tags

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easterlingwanderer

The best, the BEST PART is

You know

That Tolkien went MAD WITH RAGE

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bioluminescent-fungus

if you could send one (1) elf who died in the First Age to Rivendell shortly before the War of the Ring, who would you choose?

rules:

  • they'll get sent forward at the moment of their death (there's a corpse left behind)
  • they are still injured and will need medical attention
  • they aren't told anything and they don't have any additional knowledge, just what they knew when they died
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easterlingwanderer

*nods furiously*

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emilybeemartin

I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

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emilybeemartin

Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.

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mavaris

But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn's head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?

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emilybeemartin

My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.

A few months later

All hail the High Warden of Gondor.

Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.

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elodieunderglass

I’m going to wear this on my head like a raccoon and show everyone

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atreefullofstars

@easterlingwanderer​ -snicker-

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