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Quijotesca Sporkbender
Join date : 2010-10-01 Age : 42
| Subject: The Empty Vessel/Tel' Lindar Sun Mar 13, 2011 9:47 am | |
| The Empty Vessel Classic Mary Sue badfic that inspired some forum wank. I have a back burner project I kind of whittle on off and on that has some aspects from Welsh lore and these stories are why I can't use the name "Bronwyn" at all. Anyway, Bronwyn is some kind of Mary Sue bard who falls into Middle Earth and is known as The Empty Vessel as in - Quote :
- "Stand firm. Become the empty vessel. The water comes to fill you. Stand firm."
and - Quote :
- "You are Bronwyn Morgan ap Powell. You are the Historian of the first Three Ages, the Storyteller of the Races, the Protector and Seer of the Future, the Musician of the All, the Voice of the Unheard, the Keeper of the Truth and of the Innocent. You are to be the Founder and Mother of the Celtic Bards. You are the Last Empty Vessel and when you become filled, you are to be the Bard of Middle Earth."
Oh God no. Never mind that "ap" means "son of." Anyway, she runs around Middle Earth introducing everyone to modern music and marrying Haldir and having his babbies and blahblahblah. Random passage: - Quote :
- "They are beauties! Orophin, have you ever seen such a proud set on a she-Elf?"
Haldir looked at Orophin. He was gauging the size with his hands. Both hands. For one breast. "I have heard it said that more than a mouthful is too much." He tilted his head. "Who ever said that was a Dwarf!"
Rumil chimed in. "Oh, to smother in those!!!"
Orophin smiled. "The masses she could feed!"
Haldir clasped her to him and hissed. "You fools! Have some respect." He looked around and pointed. "Hand me that cloth!"
"Brother, you are going to need more than one to cover those!" Rumil's mirth was evident and Orophin's was close to breaking, although he attempted to sound serious. "Why cover them? Beauty such as that should not be hidden!"
Haldir glared and reached over for a large sheet. Orophin stopped him and gestured.
"Look. The tips are not rosy. They are-"
"Brown." Rumil finished for him. "They are brown." Whew! There's a sequel and I'm making that another post.
Last edited by Quijotesca on Sun Mar 13, 2011 11:06 am; edited 5 times in total (Reason for editing : Forgot the link. Nice going, self.) | |
| | | Quijotesca Sporkbender
Join date : 2010-10-01 Age : 42
| Subject: Re: The Empty Vessel/Tel' Lindar Sun Mar 13, 2011 9:58 am | |
| Tel' Lindar (The Bard) This one's suddenly a Harry Potter crossover. Mary Sue hangs out with Snape a lot. Mary Sue bard inspired a great deal of artists and some other really random people. Somehow. - Quote :
- Aristotle. Edith of Swan. Merlin. Caesar Augustus. Turlough O'Carolan. Cleopatra. Mozart. Michaelangelo. Arthur. Liszt. Poe. Columbus. Gandhi. Vivaldi. William the Conqueror. Shakespeare. Chopin. Merlin. Joan of Arc. Teleman. Henry VIII. Thomas Jefferson, Socrates. Morgaine. Abraham Lincoln.
The Storyteller.
All were hers, come down from hers and Haldir's lineage. Children of their son Beckett and of their daughter Anselm. For thousands of years, her children, their children, had forged paths and guided man. And she had been their voice, the whisper in the ear, their conscious, their Storyteller. Oh yeah, and you know why LOTR exists at all? - Quote :
- She had been the one to slowly whisper the history of all Middle Earth into the ears of her child. It had started when he was very young.
"John, John, my child. Harken to my words..."
And he had. And he wrote. And he told the world of the ancient Elves, still beautiful, still angelic, still very much alive.
No one believed the stories were real. Yeah, really. In chapter 15, she rants about GAFF. - Quote :
- By the time he had turned around, she was standing back up. She picked up the closest newspaper. "Let's see who you are, Madam reporter." She took a minute to focus on the small name in print. "Gaffy D. Eleterius."
Good times. Good times. Anyway, that's all I'm posting because I don't really have anything clever to say. I was just sad this story hadn't come up. | |
| | | Tungsten Monk Sporkbender
Join date : 2009-06-11 Age : 36 Location : Cedar Rapids, IA
| Subject: Re: The Empty Vessel/Tel' Lindar Sun Mar 13, 2011 12:27 pm | |
| My God, I remember this one. I was just getting into the world of fandom insanity back when the drama went down on Deleterius, and while I didn't post then, I rather wish I had. The author's friends turned out in force, bashing out TL;DR posts proclaiming that everyone was jealous, immature, and had violated LJ's ToS by posting Zee's personal information (actually the info that she was in her thirties, had one son, and was a music major, something that was apparently as good for finding her IRL as an SSN--and which she had already posted on a semipublic Yahoo group). For the curious, it's all here. | |
| | | Quijotesca Sporkbender
Join date : 2010-10-01 Age : 42
| Subject: Re: The Empty Vessel/Tel' Lindar Sun Mar 13, 2011 1:18 pm | |
| Oh, thanks for that. I totally forgot she included a conversation about not being a Mary Sue. - Quote :
Haldir's eyebrows furrowed together. "A Mary Sue? What is a Mary Sue?" Bronwyn sighed.
"In my world, a Mary Sue is a character written to be either totally helpless and insipid, perfect, or Xena, Warrior Princess."
Haldir's eyes never left the landscape. "And who is this Xena Warrior Princess?"
Bronwyn's arms tucked tighter around him, their babe jostling between them. "Xena doesn't need anybody. She has awesome sword skills, this round blade that she throws and she yells ‘Ayiaiaiaiaiaiaia' !" Haldir scrunched his eyes in pain at the pitch she produced.
"You are no Mary Sue, Baraer. You are no Xena..."
"Duh!"
"You are not perfect..."
She punched him.
"And, you are not helpless."
She sniffed. "I feel helpless."
"You FEEL pregnant." | |
| | | Dr. Quinzel Sporkbender
Join date : 2010-01-13 Age : 35 Location : DeGroot Keep
| Subject: Re: The Empty Vessel/Tel' Lindar Mon Mar 14, 2011 6:42 pm | |
| To quote M. Bison: "This is delicious!" Seriously wish I had been around for this mess. And for anyone else new to this, I spoiler'd the 'Gaffy D. Eleterius' bit for amusement: - Spoiler:
By the time he had turned around, she was standing back up. She picked up the closest newspaper. "Let's see who you are, Madam reporter." She took a minute to focus on the small name in print. "Gaffy D. Eleterius."
"One has often wondered what the ‘D' stands for.'
"Wha' it stands for? It stands for ‘Gafff- fy Dumber - than - a- muck pile-Eeee-leterius!" She swayed gently, having great difficulty focusing. "Didja know, according to this schmuck, everyone wants me?" Her voice dropped into a low, pseudo-French " I am ze vixen, with ze powah to command ze luv and ze adoration of every male over ze age of pu-bear-ty! Mothers! Watch your sons! I'll teach zem all about ze sex and drugs and sex and rock'n roll and sex and sex and sex and sex and seeeeeex! I'll give zem ze experience of a lifetime!" She threw her arms out wide. " I can reach orgasm with a single touch!" Bronwyn began to flick her shoulders, her head, "Whee Hoo! Touch me!"
"My, you are a challenge!"
"Ha! I'm a sex goddess according to this... this..."
"Schmuck." Severus provided. He sat down and eyed her.
"Yes! I agree. This person is a schmuck!" Bronwyn leaned over and pounded him on the shoulder. "Schmuck! Good for you!" She started to giggle. "She discussed my breasts!" She reared back and grabbed both underneath. "She can't decide if they are mounds, pointed, or saggy beyond compare as I gave birth to hundreds of thousands of children. Why is she interested in my bosoms anyway?" She looked down, pushing them up to get a better look. "I dunno! Whaddya think?" She pressed them out to Severus. "Mounds?" she juggled. "Pointy?" She squeezed, causing the tips to pucker out. Severus inhaled sharply.
Ooooh. Merlin's...
"I dunno. Maybe they sag, big sacks dragging to the ground." She turned loose, causing them to drop to their normal level with a heavy, painful bounce that made Snape wince. "What'dya think?" She regarded him, innocent, truly wanting his opinion.
Severus was speechless, the wind totally removed from his sails.
"Uh... well... uhm..."
She scowled, moving on, waving him off. Her volume lowered considerably. " Discussin' my boobs! How gauche!" She threw the paper to the floor and picked up another. "How could I give birth to all those people anyway? They were here, I was in Valinor, havin' a grand time, makin' aaaaall the Elves fall in lust with me, teasing them with my moundy, pointed, saggy boobs, thank you very much!"
"You mean, you and that Elf did not sire the entire populace of philosophers and musicians?" Severus goaded.
"Sand." she whispered. "Sand. Do you know what thirty eight thousand years will do to a blood line? My descendants are like grains of sand, blowing over the earth for many millennia."
In an instant, the dreams Severus had had of the desert had a whole new meaning.
"Here, the de-lite-ful Ms. Gaffy Dee EEE - leterius says I saved Legolas in the mines, but over here," she threw it down and rifling through the pile pulled up another, "I saved three members!" The newspaper was thrown down like a gauntlet. "This one - " she pointed, " says I healed him, healed the Fellowship," she fell to her knees in front of the coffee table as she began to spread the loathsome things apart. " I saved them from a troll, I made Merry and Pippin fall in love with me. What rot!" Her hand flailed about. "Where's my drink?"
"You finished it."
"Oh." She continued to pull the paper apart. "Oh, here!" She stabbed with her finger. " she alludes that Beckett and Anselm were lovers. My children, lovers. That's just too disgusting for words." She shoved the offending paper to the side. "Can I have another drink?"
"No."
"Damn." She slowly pulled herself back up. Snape thought for sure she was going to immediately fall over, but she managed to right herself. Amadeus was nosing through the newspaper on the floor, looking closely as if to read for himself.
" Did thish person talk to me? No." She wagged a lone finger at him. "Did thish Gah...gaff... Dee-Eleterius speak to my friends, my family? Nooooo! Yet, they have it that I fucked every Elf, everywhere, did the nasty with Haldir during a battle, like I had time to play with his ‘quiver' while refilling quivers. Didja know that post-sex, I can reproduce Elton John, Ed Rollins, Aerosmith, Beethoven, yada yada yada, perfectly. And by perfectly, she means with full orchestral accompaniment. According to her, my voice can produce the sounds of violins, trumpets, drums, double basses, pianos, and multiple singers ALL AT THE SAME TIME." Her hands were thrown out. "My. Voice. Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous in your life? It's laughable." She turned in a drunken circle, singing off-key, "Got a good reason, for takin' the easy way out! She was a ... Dayschlepper...."
They paid no attention to Amadeus, who had picked up the newspaper he had been perusing and quietly took it up the stairs.
...
Bronwyn stepped back and threw out her arms. "In place of a Dark Lord, you would have a Queen. Beautiful as the dawn; treacherous as the sea. All shall bow down and love me!" Her voice trailed off. "No, wait. That's Galadriel." She shook her head. "They were wrong about her too." Her shoulders slumped and she got very quiet. "They were wrong about everything. How could they screw it up so bad? They said I forced him to call me Baraer. He called me that for weeks before I knew what it meant. I thought it meant Pain-in-the-ass." She reached down and picked up the closest newspaper, regaling him with a drunken, lop-sided smirk. " I am a cross-dressing God! No, I am a Hermaphrodite! Next thing you know, she will be claiming I was the one who pushed Gollum over the edge at Mount Doom. Do you know what I think of Gaffy Dee Eee- Lete- Re-Us?" She wadded up the paper and threw it in the fire. "Sangwalya umë nwalya nye! That's what I think of the bitch!"
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Sure enough, in the middle of the bed, that mongrel had defecated the biggest pile... Snape pulled out his wand again and just before he uttered the first word of the cleansing charm, he noticed...
...that the beast had spread out the newspaper several thick and had shit on the byline of Gaffy D. Eleterius.
What a class act. | |
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