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WIP Ask Game! Erestor is Elurín and Lindir is Maglor (somehow no one dies) 👀👀👀 I have so many questions! And Intrigues!

Hi! sorry it took me so much time to answer your ask, my phone deosn't agree with tumblr asks and I have to log in on my laptop to see them, which happens very irregularly. Anyways, this fic is still very much in the planning stages and is a crossover between an old abandonned fic of mine that uses the idea that Lindir is Maglor’s pseudonym in the Third Age, but also that Maglor kind of lost his memories and isn’t really aware of what he did and who he was before ending up in Rivendell (3 thousands years of self-imposed exile and wallowing in grief are bad for the mental health), and my fic idea/theory where Elurín survived being abandoned in the woods and took the name Erestor after his twin’s death. (More in this post: https://www.tumblr.com/camille-lachenille/728801294198980608/new-theory-just-dropped-erestor-is-one-of-dior ).

Anyways, the fic would start in the early Second age when Erestor and Elrond meet for the first time in Gil-Galad’s court and become fast friends. Erestor is Elrond’s greatest support when they build Imladris but doesn’t reveal their familial link until after the Last Alliance. Then, skipping a few centuries, Maglor is brought to Rivendell delirious and nearly amnesiac and Erestor’s trauma rears its ugly head at the sight of the Elf who destroyed his home. From there on it’s mostly Elrond trying to save Maglor and mediating between his foster father and his uncle, until they find a balance.

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Soo did y'all know you can get a soldering iron for 8 bucks? I didn't. I do now. I'm about to burn the shit out of myself.

i spent $32 on this fucking bowl at the moma and at first i felt bad buying it bc it was so expensive but ive had a terrible day today and every time i look at my lil bowl im like :o) you know what. i can get through anything with this bowl by my side

me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now...

my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be... because I am part of "everyone"... and until I am sick of drawing them... it will not be everyone

me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right

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DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

This got ME wheezing.

not only does fluttershy smoke weed, the first time she did was at a party one of the other ponies brought her to. she was passed the bong and weakly said “oh… sorry. i don’t smoke, i’ll cough and it’ll be really embarrassing.”

other ponies are like “nah you can do it! we won’t laugh!” and then she was like “ohh… okay…” and then just took the fattest bong rip, held it for 3 seconds, exhaled. everyone is in shock. she then does a weak little not-even cough and goes “ohh… i knew it… and now you’re all staring at me :(” and runs away