Since I’ve noticed a few of you going through my old drabbles (which I’m super excited about, btw ❤ ❤ thank you), I thought I’d repost this link and let you know that most of the drabbles I’ve posted to tumblr are the rough, early drafts of fics that I’ve gone on to polish up, add to, and splice together.
…I’m mentioning this mostly because I’m experiencing some retroactive Editor’s Shame at the idea that people are reading my rough drafts. XD
o wise one
how does it feel to fall in love with fire?
does it burn when he touches you? when you kiss him is it like swallowing embers?
does he taste like ashes?
o wise one
he has always been at war with himself and all you can do is hold tight and wait for the war to stop.
he sets himself on fire daily
(when you kiss him, does he taste like glory and ruin?)
litany for the man on fire (prayer for a wise woman) – k.j.c (via mostwiseofheart)
some time ago I drew Nienna, wanted to do some more so here’s Vairë!
Okay, this is super cool! I wish I could figure out what type of loom this is; a cursory googling hasn’t turned up anything yet.
So, I’m not going to lie, I know nothing about weaving and I’m ashamed to say I focused more on looking for clothing references rather than loom references. I wanted everything to fit within the picture, so these massive looms used for weaving were out of the question, I grabbed the first thing that fit, which, as it turns out, is used for making shoes! Well, Vaire has many talents.
I cannot fecking find what you were referencing *throws her copy of the silmarillion at the wall then races after it to kiss it and apologise.*
“As I have said to you brother now I say to you Moringotto! We have sworn, and not lightly. This oath we will keep. We are threatened with many evils, and treason not least; but one thing is not said: that we shall suffer from cowardice, from cravens or the fear of cravens. The deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda.”
They had shone with a light in Valinor that had seemed false to Fëanárë, as though passing candle light through shards of citrine in the hopes of passing it off as Laurelin’s glow.
Now the falsity was thrown away and she saw the light in them for what it truly was; the ruinous glow of the earth parted before molten rock, and the harsh glow of crumbling metal from an over heated, ruined project.
Twas as bright as to look into one of Aulë’s great forges, only greater yet. Idly she wished for the smoked glass visors she had worn whilst working with those forges, alas she had not thought they would be needed in this world created of starlight and Moringotto’s stain upon wild lands and people who had never known the yoke of the Valar’s paternalistic rule yet thrived all the same.
All this passed, was noted, and was forgotten beneath the calm fury that had engulfed her, her bones buzzing beneath her flesh and blood and her pommel vibrating in her hand in reaction to the currents in the air.
“Continue to laugh and mock me for as long as you can Moringotto,” she took a step forward and another, “even the fana of a Valar cannot move its tongue when the heart is cut out and the head sundered from the body.”
The Silmarilli glowed all the brighter in the mockery of a crown they were trapped in, responding to her anger with pulsing surges of light.
She kept the image of her father in her mind as she brought her blade to bear again.
“That I will do, and gladly. I wager that my laughter will endure longer than your threats, Little Candle of the Noldor, for my stronghold lies as deep as the roots of the earth.
You spurned my friendship! And by doing so guaranteed that you would lose everything by my hand. You and I could have gained mastery over Valinor! Now I only wish to see you bereft of all you love, and I will keep you alive if only to let you watch the lives of your daughters snuffed out one by one, spiteful queen!”
It’s about time I did this! This is not complete by any means… My Melkor is a genderfulid shape changer so obviously there are many possibilities! But I tried to show the visual progression of Melkor up through the end of the First Age as I envision him.
Towards the end of the First Age, Melkor goes from being genderfluid to agenderand gives up on external expressions of gender altogether. At that point in time, changing his fana would have become not only more difficult, but the changes would be impermanent, and eventually it becomes impossible for him to change altogether. ;_;
Dagor Dagorath Melkor is what I picture him looking like after spending eternity in the Void. When he’s finally released into the world again, he’ll take on a form that I REALLY CAN’T DRAW for the same reason that I can’t draw the Great Old Ones. XD
I draw many ridiculous and fluffy Melkors and the reason for this is because my artistic abilities are not up to the task of drawing him as fluid and horrifying as he sometimes appears in my head. But today I bit the bullet and at least TRIED to draw the thing where he makes you really regret not telling him where Gondolin is.
Luff is having none of my artistic insecurity bullshit on this merry Yule! XD
Sorry! I took it down because I was feeling very self-conscious about the anatomy and since it was only meant to be a reference picture I figured it wouldn’t be missed. I WAS WRONG. You caught me! Have the colorful naked Ainur back ❤
DON’T LET MY PLAGUE GET WORSE ;m;
I don’t know why drawing characters standing comfortably in space is so difficult for me. X_X Something I obviously need to work on. Also proportions.
ANYWAY. have some random Spring of Arda character referencey things.
(At the very least I like how Melkor’s coloring came out, even though I forgot the spiky bits on his legs.)
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