Jagannath

Jagannath

——————

“He took back his tooth,”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Our new champion. Before he killed his opponent, he took back his tooth.”

…

“What’s his name?”

…

“Prisoner 11240?”

——————————————

“That’s him,” … “He’s the one, isn’t he?”

“Yes, that is the one,”

“I hear he answers to Jagannath,” … “They say it means—”

——————————————

“Chee moto, mando sangui.”

“Meaning?”

“ ‘The whole thing runs on blood.’ ”

——————————————

Lockdown is gooooooood, ya’ll, jfc.

Excuse me while I prepare to cry watching an old man have an existential crisis in a sand dune in two days.

VISIT THE SCENIC BOILING ISLES!

Are you tired of modern human living? Are you looking for adventure? Excitement? Good natured traumatizing danger? Then The Boiling Isles is the place for you! Visit the rolling red hills, and purple forests; bask in the warmth of the steaming skin-melting heat of the boiling seas! Find unique and gently cursed souvenirs in the lively local market! You might even catch a glimpse of the bane of the Emperor’s coven; our very own Eda the Owl Lady! Word is, she has procured the largest collection of treasures from the Human Realm, just in case you’re feeling a bit homesick. Take care—this known criminal will most likely steal everything you own—and your heart! (No, really, there’s a huge market for hearts right now, wear a breastplate.)

And during your stay, the guards of the Emperor’s Coven will be on every corner—for your safety, of course! So, come on out to our beautiful, horrifying islands! We would love to have you for dinner. Really.

Remember: the Emperor is always watching.

We hope to see you soon!

Knock, knock, human.

FËANOR OF THE NOLDOR

——

“For Fëanor was made the mightiest in all parts of body, and mind: in valor, in endurance, in beauty, in understanding, in skill, in strength and subtlety alike: of all the Children of Ilúvatar, and a bright flame was in him.”

Fëanor of the Noldor. He was a linguist, lore-master, warrior, and the most prolific gem-master of his age; creator of the Tengwar script, and the Palantíri. He was considered the best in body, mind and countenance of the elves.

Fëanor was also the creator of the three Silmaril jewels; before Sauron and the one Ring, the Silmarils were the most deeply desired forged objects of the First Age. He made them from the light of the Two Trees of Valinor, and shined with a brilliance beyond anything in the known world. Fëanor wore them proudly, and came to greedily covet his creations. Melkor (later known as Morgoth, Valar of Ruin, master to the future dark lord Sauron) also coveted the Silmarils and eventually stole them, after he and Ungoliant (the great spider, mother of Shelob) destroyed the Trees of Valinor. When asked to give up the Silmarils so that their light may revive the two great trees, Fëanor refused—and took it even further. Taking up his sword, he—and all his sons—swore a blood oath to kill any who would keep that which was rightfully his: the the Silmarils. His brilliance and fury would put in motion everything that would lead to the first Kinslaying among the elves, the destruction of the Noldor, the fall of half of Middle Earth into the sea, and the greatest deeds and tragedies of the First Age. Under the deceptive guidance of Sauron, his grandson Celebrimbor would go on to forge the elven Rings of Power.

——

Fëanor is my favorite. I cannot and will not explain why.

Please Don’t Think About This Anymore

——

I love this void crumb a lot.

A Little Night Music

Moon/Sun x Reader

This is the beginning of the companion fic to go with my ALNM AU. It’s gonna be a collection of moments. I've spent a stupid amount of time crafting playlists for the offical soundtrack to this madness. Every chapter will be accompanied by a song that revolves around a character in the chapter. It’s not lyric fic, just driven by music~

Music is the great translator. Maybe it can be enough.

(Sometimes) It’s Sour

——

Two whole gremlins.

Part 2: Here

I’m calling this verse A Little Night Music