Happy April Fools. Please Take This Egg

I've been using these as illustration warmups for the past five weeks

I 100% adore the Lord of the Rings movies, but the fact is that the Arwen-Is-Dying-Because-Ring-Magic plotline makes zero sense by the lore (if I’m wrong please correct me I’d love to learn). Don’t get me wrong, it works great for the movie, brilliant, in fact, but it doesn’t really make much sense in book logic. Why would Arwen’s fate be tied to the Ring? If she’s mortal now she can’t Fade, and if she’s still Elvish there’s no reason why it should affect her more than anyone else.

BUT, I was watching the extended scene where Aragorn looks into the Palantir and Sauron speaks to him in Black Speech and shows him pictures of a dead Arwen and smashes the Evenstar (Which is a whole other The-Books-Call-Bullshit shebang), and I came up with my own in-universe explanation.

Sauron: *Chilling in Mordor*

An Orc of some kind: My Lord Mairon (Because THAT is what they would call him), the spies have come back from Rivendell.

Sauron: Show me.

Magic Evil Spy: *Shows Sauron the image of a mortal man of the race of Numenor making out with an Elf lady who looks suspiciously familiar…*

Sauron: OH HELL NO!

Evil Spy: Indeed, Master. The Heir of Isildur lives.

Sauron: Get rid of her, now.

Evil Spy: Right away, Mast- her?

Sauron: Yes! Yes yes yes, I don’t care what it takes, get her out of here.

Evil Spy: My Lord, but surely, Isildur’s heir-?

Sauron: Do not harm that man, you hear me? Do not lay a finger on him until she is taken care of.

Evil Spy:

Evil Spy: Are you sure-?

Sauron: Was there a dog?

Spy: A dog, Master?

Sauron: Yes, yes, a dog, a big one.

Spy: Not that I could see, no.

Sauron: Oh well thank Eru for that, at least.

Spy: Are you feeling ill, Master?

Sauron: No, and I’d like to keep it that way. Arwen annihilation is priority number one, ok? And don’t you lay a finger on her man until I say so, got it?

Spy: Alright then…

Sauron, still looking at the image: HE’S GOT THE RING OF FELAGUND!!!

Spy:

Sauron: KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER RIGHT NOW!

B2MEM - "I will not bid the stars farewell, nor say the day is done."

@spring-into-arda (397 words)

There was a point where hoping that things might yet get better - or that at the very least they might endure as they currently were - was not, perhaps, sensible.

With the protections of the Valley breached and the enemy even now pounding at the last barricaded door to his halls, Elrond had to admit that this point might have been reached.

It was an almost unimportant thought, however. For one thing, it changed nothing; this was not an enemy they could surrender to. They would defeat it, or they would be destroyed; there was no other path to seek.

For another, he had spent an uncomfortable amount of his life at this point. Most of his childhood, certainly. And yet, time and again, the light had endured.

The light, he was certain, would again. If he himself would - Well, that mattered far less than those of his people gathered here with grim purpose behind the shuddering door. This hall had been meant for songs and feasting, but he was a child of the First Age and had built accordingly; it would hold a siege a while yet.

Most of those who had won to this redoubt were armed and ready, but there were injured among them, and he moved among those quickly now, giving what chance he could that they might stand ready when the time came.

His ring weighed heavily on his hand.

He had not leaned on it much. He had not dared. And now -

Now he must make his choice. Throw his will and his might into its blatant use - reveal beyond all doubts its presence, throw his will against Sauron’s - or take one last desperate measure to hide it, that at least those others who might still be fighting might have a better chance.

Both measures were likely doomed unless help came.

There was no help that might yet come.

And yet -

And yet.

How many times had he thought those words before?

The door shuddered.

Cracked.

He squeezed the hand of his last patient and stood, drawing his sword at long last.

“We stand!” he cried, the full power of his will weaving through the words.

“We stand!” his people echoed in a response that shook the timbers of the roof.

Splinters flew from the door.

Above the thunderous roars that followed, he could just hear one more impossibly powerful, impossibly familiar voice, ringing out in distant answer.

Steve actually dies dies when the plane crashes and his spirit remains. Hes attached to Peggy and as far as he can see, its more of an attachment of love then unfinished business.

Peggy cant see him or hear him. The closest he gets is in her dreams. Its not perfect and not every night. He's still unsure of how he can communicate to her but theres some peace of reliving memories in her mind.

She talks to him but still cant see him as time goes on.

Peggy does often feel watched. Sees a flash of famiar baby blues but just chalks it up to the various lack of sleep to grief. She feels comforted during storms where thunder rattles her bones, like a famiar weight is around her shoulders once more. And her dreams...reliving the dances they shared in private in her rented apartment, or conversations where they whispered sweet nothings.

During tense moments of anger or fighting, she gets overwhelming senses to say things she doesnt know to exist but fully believes somehow (and it turns out to be true), or last minute tactic changes she isnt aware was an option (just like how Steve saw outside the box).

Its like Steve is there, still changing and saving her life. She never voices this but shares the private thought.

One day (maybe during S1 of AC or pre-AC by a few weeks), she's hurt to the point she almost dies and is thankfully saved by others quick thinking and Steve clinging to her hand, begging her to hang on.

He has a thought, a selfish one that if she does die, she would get to be with him but Peggy doesnt deserve to die. Not like this. She doesn't deserve to perish like this. No one does.

She has so much work to do. To change the world. Hed give his life a thousand times over for her to survive.

When Peggy's eyes flutter open, she takes in the early morning light, the curtains fluttering in the wind. The sweet smell of grass and a cool wind blowing on her, tickling her hair.

"Thank God you're alive," she hears a voice that she never thought she'd get to hear again. She thinks it must be a hallucination but she doesnt care. Steve is beside her, still wearing his old and tattered uniform he's died in, but there, holding her hand and its ice cold and he smells of cold and the sea but hes here.

It turns out, after she was hurt, so close to death, Peggy can now see Steve.

Oo, these are fun! Here's a few other ideas that popped into my head:

What if Coulson was alive for the events of season six?

What if May didn't leave Providence to find Maria?

What if Tripp was inhuman?

What if Hope lived?

What if Cal found Daisy earlier?

What if May didn't marry Andrew?

What if Jemma was the LMD?

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. "What If...?" scenarios bc s3 was lowkey mediocre and there were no AoS references throughout the season so now I'm salty and centering a whole season around AoS:

(yes some of these are from a previous post)

What if Fitz was the true HYDRA mole?

What if Coulson was dead the whole time and his adventures were all in his brain?

What if the team never escaped the Framework?

What if Daisy got corrupted by the Darkhold?

What if Raina got Daisy's powers?

What if Hive won?

What if the agents joined the final battles against Thanos?

What if half of the agents were Snapped?

What if Daisy was taken to Asgard by Sif?

What if May decided to not go to Bahrain?

What if Mack sacrificed himself in place of Lincoln?

What if Jemma remained on Maveth forever?

(TW) What if Kora never killed herself in the main timeline?

What if Ward was really a triple agent?

What if Loki and Coulson met again?

What if Izel controlled Daisy?

What if the Avengers found out about Coulson's resurrection?

Thinking about this quote in light of Christmas:

"And why, sir, I never thought of that before! We've got—you've got some of the light of it in that star-glass that the Lady gave you! Why, to think of it, we're in the same tale still! It's going on. Don't the great tales never end?"

There's no glass filled with the light of the Christmas star, but the light of the world that arrived at Christmas is still shining in and among us. The tale is going on, now and for always.

looking for/hiding the geese:

the goosies in question:

(images aren’t mine, credits to owners)

sophie hatter finally lives out every customer service worker's dream of retaliating to a mean customer AND telling them they suck and then when she thinks "wow standing up for myself was really liberating" she gets a curse put on her literally five minutes later