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Femslash February is coming, and Silmladylove is playing Fanworks Drabbletag! 

We’re playing what now?

Fanworks Drabbletag! It’s easy and a lot of fun - all you need to do pick a prompt from the list we’ll be compiling, and answer it, earning the right to send prompts of your own for others to fill. Drabbletag usually is a writing challenge, but we’ve decided to expand it to other types of fanworks - edits, fanmixes, art, fic or meta, and anything else, provided it won’t take too much time and effort (unless you want it to, of course). 

Are there any rules that I should keep in mind?

Not a lot of them! You don’t have to sign up anywhere, we’re keeping things informal and voluntary. For starters, you’re allowed to send in a “free” prompt to get the challenge moving (and sending prompts, either starters or earned ones, does not require you to create any fills), and once you’ve got around to filling, you can earn the right to send in more prompts depending on the length of your fill: 

Up to 250 words/5 songs/a 3-picture edit/a sketch: one prompt. Up to 500 words/10 songs/a 5-picture edit/a clean sketch: two prompts. Up to and above 1000 words/15 songs/a 9-picture edit/a finished piece of art: three prompts.

Of course all prompts and fills should be Tolkien femslash from any point of the Legendarium, featuring female canon characters (rather than Rule 63′d male characters), OFCs, and/or characters of indeterminate gender like Elemmírë or Malbeth who are sometimes read as female by fandom. Please tag your fills as #sll drabbletag so we can find and reblog them for everyone to see - and most of all, have fun! The challenge will be open for prompts for all of February, and if there are fills you only finish after Femslash February ends, please send them in regardless.

We’ll open for starter prompts on January 27th and you can begin sending in fills on February 1st. If you have any questions, please send us an ask and we’ll try our best to help!

help I looked up a whole bunch of reference photos for the paso doble and now all I want to do is draw angry dancing Silmarillion characters

Once again, noot noot~

pop into my askbox with ‘noot noot’ and I will put my iPod on shuffle and the fourth song that comes up I will write a drabble with our characters based on the lyrics

"Pray (Reprise)" - Ensemble, Once On This Island (Original London Cast)

-Soon I’ll be dancing!-But for now, walk slowly, Daniel.-Then you must walk even more slowly, Ti Moune.-Why?-So I can catch you!

|| For that one AU we have where Langon and Sauron form an alliance and rule Mordor together \o/

Rilwen Shadowflame: Sauron coming creeping back to Mordor, battered and damaged, no longer able to take fair forms, and how it feels to be confronted with Langon who can still be ‘pretty’  …  just imagined though, a ‘mask’ of black stone carved by Langon into a forbidding but handsome face, imbued with some of his strength so Sauron could take it into his fana, make it part of him and make it move and ‘live’ as his own face

—

He had watched Langon fashion the mask, occasionally voicing quiet suggestions to the stonecraft, wrapped in a dark cloak in the corner. His shoulders, once straight, were curved in; brows that once arched smooth across the face now furrowed close over the nose; and limbs, once lithe and graceful, were gnarled and stiff.

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Sometimes I just sit and think about how Aziraphale and Crowley spent several years giving some ordinary human kid THE weirdest possible upbringing of all time.

send a number and a prompt you know the drill

|| for heraldofmelkor in Edain palette #6.

Me: *Goes through ao3 tag*

Me: *Reaches the end*

Me: *Goes through ao3 tag with lower standards*

He was sixteen again, and his mother was beating him with her belt, the one she used especially for beating him, and he had had enough dammit he was tired, he'd thought it was over, he'd thought he was safe --

what a stupid thought, safety was never an option --

and he screamed in anger and pain and lashed out, because what else do you do when you think you're safe but the world is lying --

"Marcel, what are you doing?"

And it was the name his mother used, and he hated that name, felt it coating him like slime and blood and he wanted it off he wanted to claw it off he would never be clean never --

but it was different this time, the tone gentle and distinctly masculine, and the arms suddenly around him were not in a vise to hold him down, but to hold him up.

"Marcel, you're safe, no one is going to hurt you, I'm here, it's alright."

Raise Me

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vice versa.

|| .. maybe not exactly ‘resurrection’, but close enough?

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The earth cracked and rolled beneath him, and the storm raged blacker than night above him; and hail crashed down, and the towering water roared in one great bellow before all at once everything hit.

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has anyone else made this joke yet