Bingo Cards Wanted for Potluck Bingo
Our November-December challenge will be Potluck Bingo, featuring cards created by you! If you'd like to create cards or prompts for cards, we are taking submissions.
My collection of Scribbles & Drabbles Arts for 2024!
Finrod thinks about his and Amarië's relationship while they cuddle in a forest. She is a closeted trans woman.
Stone could tell stories, her father had said, balancing her upon his knee, and stories she spun at his side in his workshop—stories strange and marvelous and beautiful.
Or, Nerdanel and Mahtan through the years.
Nerdanel had hoped to beat Feanor to Formenos, but she came too late.
Nerdanel did Feanor a favor; now she has a demand.
A brief history of one of the more noteworthy relationships of Noldor history.
Indis struggles to understand her husband's son.
A Fëanor/Nerdanel fanmix.
Feanor has a proposal for Nerdanel.
Nerdanel and Earwen disagree about free-roaming pets.
The hot, dry stones darken as rivulets of water fall down from her hair. Crouching beside the river, she twists and wrings it with strong hands, tossing it over the opposite shoulder and spreading her lips into a broad smile when she catches my eyes.
Fëanor and Nerdanel, by a river, when everything was still wonderful.
Nerdanel is certain she and Prince Fëanáro are not courting; Fëanáro has another perspective.
The House of Finwe grieves its losses, and Nerdanel struggles to find purchase in a stormy sea.
During the long, strange years After the Sun, Nerdanel made sculptures. Not statues, not the likenesses she was known for, but abstract pieces intended to be touched as much as seen.
A 5 drabble sequence
Non-angsty ficlets set in Valinor (and one or two in Middle Earth), many featuring Feanor.
Fëanáro looked at the Vala whose silver hair had a slight lavender hue in the light of Telperion. He was wearing a necklace of silver birds – nightingales. Fëanáro smiled, he’d made that for him. The fire of his anger at the decision the Valar had made in regard to his mother and father still simmered in his breast, but he’d learned a lot of smithcraft from Mahtan Aulendil and even Aulë himself, and Irmo had always been a friend to him.
A story of Feanor's and Irmo's relationship before and after his death. Also a story of how even the Valar have to rethink their rulings sometimes.
Fëanor and Nerdanel’s first camping trip deep into the wilds of Aman was supposed to be about connecting with nature and having some alone time together. Which is what they did. But it also had the unexpected effect of deepening the unspoken feelings they had fostered for each other for sometime.
This is my latest collection of pieces too small to stand alone, often written for events on the SWG Discord.
The Latest:
"The First Orc." An Elven scout dreams of captivity.