Just two princes of the Noldor, enjoying the treelight (and each other) đź’•
Only thing I have for @russingon-week , but at least this old wip is done now.
i was wondering which reshade preset you're using? i love the look of your screenshots!
thank you so much! 🥰 i actually haven't posted many pictures using reshade - most of my gameplay pictures are still from my pre-linux archive. but if you're interested in the PSD i use, i can upload it!
i call it my Peppy PSD because it just puts a little extra pep into the existing game!
examples of before/after shots are below the cut. the beauty of this PSD is that it works on 99% of screenshots!
I find it a little too strong on photos of sims against blank backdrops, but otherwise it tends to work very nicely, day or night.
this is not the most economical psd out there - i have tons of layers at lowered opacities making very slight adjustments. since it's mostly for personal use, it doesn't bother me, but just a heads up.
(if I can figure out how to recreate this 1:1 as a reshade preset, i'd be happy to share that too!)
DAY TWO of @silmsmutweek! "Coast" and "cross-cultural relationships" both suggested to me Finarfin/Earwen, so under the cut is another 400 words of one of their first sexual experiences together. Content note: contemplation of sexual morality in a world with gods who live next door and, uh, butt stuff.
“Those who live outside the Calacirya,” Arafinwe's mother had reminded him, “do not always honor the Valar in the same way we do, here in the fullness of Their light.” And in her frustrating, this is something you need to learn for yourself way, “You must be prepared to choose the ways that seem right to you.”
He understood better, when he saw his friends in Alqualonde slipping away into the shadows beyond the beach bonfires in pairs or triads or more, leading each other by the hand in every possible combination of genders behind boathouses and under piers, to elicit sounds from each other that the humid, starlit air did nothing to muffle.
And while his mother certainly must have an opinion of her own, he had been given leave to decide his own path.
He didn't say no when his best friend took his hand and led him to a small grotto well prepared with quilts and cushions. Nor when she began to kiss him, really kiss him, with lips and teeth and tongue. Nor when she stripped them both of the finely-woven cloth they had been draped in.
Then she asked if he wanted to see something fun, and showed him the suggestively carved rod of ivory and bottle of fragrant olive oil she'd brought along.Â
He didn't know why, exactly, he'd agreed to be the one to receive it. Misplaced gallantry perhaps? She'd told him she'd enjoy it either way. Or maybe he was too curious and too trusting for his own good. This time, she made him say yes with his actual mouth before she directed him onto his hands and knees.
She was merely petting him softly along the back and telling him how very good he was doing for her as she slowly, gently pressed her little toy deeper and deeper into his asshole. He was merely gripping the fabric beneath his hands, trying not to weep and failing not to moan at the intensity of the sensation.
They weren't touching each other anywhere they shouldn't, he told himself, though he'd grown achingly hard and she kept wriggling her hips needily. They hadn't even unbraided their hair. He could almost assert that they weren't getting up to anything improper at all.Â
But she was the princess of this land, after all. Surely she wouldn’t encourage her best friend into any behavior that might be considered sinful.
They just honored the Valar differently here, was all.
4000cc breast implants :)
Maglor's duel with Ulfang the traitor. This episode is so interesting to me bc we don't often see Maglor taking initiative and doing something on his own. He acts very much as one of Maedhros' follower, but I think that this moment and his mercy for elrond and elros are the two defining actions that shape his character in my head.