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fugglenuggets asked:

Hi! I have a prompt idea, I'm sure its silly but maybe you could write a dark vampire Elrond thing? Either him already being one or perhaps him being attacked mid battle (or whenever) and turned by some new evil creature Sauron has created :-) Also, I just want to say I love your fics and you are the best Elrond writer ever!

star-vault-ofthe-heavens answered:

Aahhh thank you so much! *blushes fiercely* I’m just glad you like my writing! And speaking of which, I hope you enjoy what came of your prompt! I’m not sure it was entirely what you were going for, but…This was super fun to write.

They would never know where Sauron found the spirit. They would never know what possessed him to keep the thing bound to his own soul, so that, so long as he lived, the thing would remain eternally fused with his very being. They would never know why a lord of werewolves would ever desire to bind his soul hers, for of old the two had been mortal enemies, though they served the same god.

The truth remained, however, that he had. And the truth remained that, when his physical body was destroyed upon the slopes of Orodruin and his soul forsook its corpse, Sauron’s soul purged itself.

And so it was that, as Sauron fell and his spirit fled, another spirit was released as well – a spirit of vengeance and of blood that now had true cause for wrath and hatred. Bound for so long as a slave to another the twisted Maia arose in wrath and glorious fury, dark as a night without stars, furious as a raging wildfire, but as silent as the eye of a hurricane.

Three there were beneath her – a Man, an Elf, and something not quite either one. The Man the Maia immediately disregarded, for Men, even in the glory of their youth, were weak and fragile – their bodies could not contain the fullness of a foreign spirit without tearing. The Elf the Maia considered for a long moment. He was old – older than the sun and the moon, and although he had never seen the Blessed Light, he was strong as the roots of the mountain, as wise as the depths of the sea. Yes, the Maia considered the Elf for a long moment, and she very nearly made her choice then and there.

But then the twining song of the third one’s soul – he who was neither Elf nor Man, but something in between – reached the Maia, and the Maia took pause, and regarded the not-Elf but not-Man. There was something in the third one’s blood – in the inaudible song his blood sang – that hearkened to the Maia and drew her gaze, reminding her of something…something…something long gone and longer forgotten.

And then she knew. She knew, with a blinding rush of vengeful joy and seething hatred, who it was that stood beneath her. And she knew, in the fullness of her triumph, that her time for revenge – and for power – had come.

Cousin, she whispered, and descended to twine about her Chosen’s shoulders, resting lightly along his back, atop his head, around his chest like a cloying, shrouding cloak. Cousin, dearest, it has been long since I felt a song as yours.

And there, for an instant, the grandchild of Lúthien stiffened, turning, sensing the presence of the spirit touching his own. For an instant, he glimpsed what it was that clung to his shoulders…

But it was already far too late.

With a brush against Elrond’s lips, as if leaving a feather-light kiss, Thuringwethil, lady of Vampires, slid into Elrond’s body and bound herself to his soul with chains of iron hate. 

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He lies there, struggling for breath, with Aeglos lying dead in his hand. He can feel the bones protruding through the mithril shirt, dripping and white, from the force of the last blow. Gasping…but he isn’t getting anything in. "So this is what death feels like," he thinks. "Interesting. I thought it would hurt more."

And then he feels the thundering shake of the pulverized shale beneath his broken back, the tremors arcing up and down his shattered spine. And he hears laughter as a massive shadow engulfs him, towering over him and bearing down upon him with its crushing weight. Laughter, and as he forces his eyes up, up, up, in one final act of defiance, he sees a wild, wicked grin filled with mis-matched fangs and eyes that gleam with a sullen flame.

The laughter…and then a scream, wild and terrified.

His hand twitches, fingers trying to curl around Aeglos’s broken shaft. He stutters, struggles, the instinct that races through his blood to protect, to save the one who’s screaming overwhelming aught else. He shouldn’t be screaming. “No, no, no, don’t scream. Don’t scream!!” he tries to shout. But his voice has been stripped away, and his lips will not even move.

Screaming. Laughter.

He turns his head, fingers twitching, twitching, twitching around the broken shaft of his once-mighty spear. And he sees Elrond trying to drag himself up over the lip of the rock to which he had been thrown, with hands and arms torn, rivulets of blood still trickling from his nose and ears and mouth, drying droplets clinging to the corners of his eyes. And Elrond’s mouth is open, screaming that wild, pained scream, one hand reaching out, as if he can reach him and save him…

And then he sees a flash of light, of fire glinting off blackened blade…

The laughter. The scream.

No!

And then darkness, and blessed, blessed, relief.

“NO, let me go back!” And he’s surging upwards, fighting against the strange pull he feels in his chest, and the even stranger feeling in his arms and legs and fingers. “No, I am not done yet! I am not done! LET ME GO BACK!”

But only silence answers his screams as they echo down darkened halls.

i’m still upset i don’t care if it’s my fault or what

jaegerofficial
the-fandoms-are-cool:

disneyprinceblaine:

#SEE THIS SNAKE? #THIS SNAKE IS NOT A HORCRUX#THIS IS BRAZIL BOB #BOB JUST WANTS TO GO BACK TO HIS AMIGOS AND RELATIVES AND EVEN THOUGH BOB WAS BORN IN THE ZOO HE STILL LONGS FOR BRAZIL #HARRY’S NEVER BEEN TO HOGWARTS BUT THAT’S MORE A HOME TO HIM THAN PRIVET DRIVE #BRAZIL IS BOB’S HOGWARTS #BOB IS NOT NAGINI #NOT A HORCRUX #CLEARBOBSNAME

HARRY AND BOB WERE BROS GUYS DON’T YOUR REMEMBER

the-fandoms-are-cool:

disneyprinceblaine:

#SEE THIS SNAKE? #THIS SNAKE IS NOT A HORCRUX#THIS IS BRAZIL BOB #BOB JUST WANTS TO GO BACK TO HIS AMIGOS AND RELATIVES AND EVEN THOUGH BOB WAS BORN IN THE ZOO HE STILL LONGS FOR BRAZIL #HARRY’S NEVER BEEN TO HOGWARTS BUT THAT’S MORE A HOME TO HIM THAN PRIVET DRIVE #BRAZIL IS BOB’S HOGWARTS #BOB IS NOT NAGINI #NOT A HORCRUX #CLEARBOBSNAME

HARRY AND BOB WERE BROS GUYS DON’T YOUR REMEMBER

jaegerofficial
strangelyobsessedwithstuff:

vialsofbrightforgettingpowders:

ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS, TIME FOR SOME LEARNIN SO SIT OUR BITCH ASS DOWN AND GET OUT OUR NOTEPAD
THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS SUGAR SCRUB. YEAH I KNOW YOUVE SEEN IT BEFORE BUT YOU DONT KNOW WHAT I KNOW AND THAT WHEN YOU USE IT WITH ONE OF THESE FUCKERS

YOU WILL GET LEGS AND ARMS AND ANY OTHER SHIT YOU WANT THAT IS SO SOFT YOU WILL BE SHOVING IT IN THE FACE OF EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND ASKING THEM TO COMPARE IT TO THE TENDER PINK FLESH OF A NEWBORN
SO GET YOURSELF SOME FUCKING WHITE SUGAR AND SOME CHEAP ASS OIL LIKE CANOLA OR SOME SHIT AND MIX THAT SHIT WITH TWO PARTS SUGAR AND ONE PART OIL( THAT MEANS TWICE AS MUCH SUGAR AS OIL BITCHES I USUALLY USE ONE CUP OF SUGAR AND DO SOME FUCKING MATH TO FIGURE OUT HOW MUCH OIL THAT IS) DROP A FEW DROPS OF VANILLA ESSENCE OR MAYBE SOME FUCKING LAVENDER OIL WHATEVER YOU WANNA SMELL LIKE. MIX IT UP REALLY GOOD MMMM SMELLS LIKE CAKE BATTER FUCK YEAH.

NOW GET YOURSELF GOOD AND NAKED. REAL NAKED. PAMPER YOUR GODDESS-LIKE ASS WITH A BUBBLE BATH. TAKE ONE OF THOSE RAZORS YOU GOT AND SHAVE WHATEVER YOU LIKE TO SHAVE LEGS ARMS VAJAYJAY PITS I DONT FUCKING CARE.
NOW GET OUT OF THAT GROSS HAIRY DIRT WATER AND SIT ON THE EDGE OF THAT THERE BATHTUB. TAKE A HANDFUL OF THAT SWEET GOOP AND RUB IT ALL OVER THAT SKIN OF YOURS(just dont use this stuff on or near your lady bits i put this in lower case because it is really important your love cavern does not like sugar uh uh no way its diabetic) RUB RUB RUB KEEP RUBBIN YEAH YOUR HANDS STARTING TO FEEL WEIRD GOOD BECAUSE ITS WORKING

NOW TAKE THAT CHEAP-ASS DISPOSABLE RAZOR YOU HAVE AND SHAVE OFF THAT NASTY-ASS DEAD SKIN EWW ITS SO GROSS NO ITS NOT ITS YOUR OWN SKIN BUT ITS ALL GREY. RINSE OF THAT OILY STUFF BECAUSE YOUR SKIN AINT NO SLIP-N-SLIDE

GOOD NOW FEEL YOUR NEWFOUND SOFT SKIN THAT WAS ONCE BURIED UNDER LAYERS OF DEAD FLAKES OF YOUR PAST SELF YOUR WELCOME MOTHERFUCKERS CLASS DISMISSED

IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS POST FOR AGESthanks for the tip karkat

strangelyobsessedwithstuff:

vialsofbrightforgettingpowders:

ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS, TIME FOR SOME LEARNIN SO SIT OUR BITCH ASS DOWN AND GET OUT OUR NOTEPAD

THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS SUGAR SCRUB. YEAH I KNOW YOUVE SEEN IT BEFORE BUT YOU DONT KNOW WHAT I KNOW AND THAT WHEN YOU USE IT WITH ONE OF THESE FUCKERS

YOU WILL GET LEGS AND ARMS AND ANY OTHER SHIT YOU WANT THAT IS SO SOFT YOU WILL BE SHOVING IT IN THE FACE OF EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND ASKING THEM TO COMPARE IT TO THE TENDER PINK FLESH OF A NEWBORN

SO GET YOURSELF SOME FUCKING WHITE SUGAR AND SOME CHEAP ASS OIL LIKE CANOLA OR SOME SHIT AND MIX THAT SHIT WITH TWO PARTS SUGAR AND ONE PART OIL( THAT MEANS TWICE AS MUCH SUGAR AS OIL BITCHES I USUALLY USE ONE CUP OF SUGAR AND DO SOME FUCKING MATH TO FIGURE OUT HOW MUCH OIL THAT IS) DROP A FEW DROPS OF VANILLA ESSENCE OR MAYBE SOME FUCKING LAVENDER OIL WHATEVER YOU WANNA SMELL LIKE. MIX IT UP REALLY GOOD MMMM SMELLS LIKE CAKE BATTER FUCK YEAH.

NOW GET YOURSELF GOOD AND NAKED. REAL NAKED. PAMPER YOUR GODDESS-LIKE ASS WITH A BUBBLE BATH. TAKE ONE OF THOSE RAZORS YOU GOT AND SHAVE WHATEVER YOU LIKE TO SHAVE LEGS ARMS VAJAYJAY PITS I DONT FUCKING CARE.

NOW GET OUT OF THAT GROSS HAIRY DIRT WATER AND SIT ON THE EDGE OF THAT THERE BATHTUB. TAKE A HANDFUL OF THAT SWEET GOOP AND RUB IT ALL OVER THAT SKIN OF YOURS(just dont use this stuff on or near your lady bits i put this in lower case because it is really important your love cavern does not like sugar uh uh no way its diabetic) RUB RUB RUB KEEP RUBBIN YEAH YOUR HANDS STARTING TO FEEL WEIRD GOOD BECAUSE ITS WORKING

NOW TAKE THAT CHEAP-ASS DISPOSABLE RAZOR YOU HAVE AND SHAVE OFF THAT NASTY-ASS DEAD SKIN EWW ITS SO GROSS NO ITS NOT ITS YOUR OWN SKIN BUT ITS ALL GREY. RINSE OF THAT OILY STUFF BECAUSE YOUR SKIN AINT NO SLIP-N-SLIDE

GOOD NOW FEEL YOUR NEWFOUND SOFT SKIN THAT WAS ONCE BURIED UNDER LAYERS OF DEAD FLAKES OF YOUR PAST SELF YOUR WELCOME MOTHERFUCKERS CLASS DISMISSED

IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS POST FOR AGES
thanks for the tip karkat