Oh, didn’t he tell you? *examines claws* It was very intimate. Just the sort of thing I’d expect he’d share with you, unless of course, he was too embarrassed about our little tête-á-tête to confess…. I must have made quite an impression on him!
Anyway, you’re too late; the incident has already been avenged, so you may go steam and growl at some other lost cause now. Like your war.
“I once had a bath with Fingon! It was lovely! Especially after he left!"
One fallacy of character design is having bodies that always match personality types; the body is a visual metaphor for the character as a whole. This makes for easy visual cues and recognizability, so it’s a useful tool, but it’s important to remember that it IS a fallacy in most cases, and playing with that tension can be very effective (and it’s also probably necessary for realism).
For Ainur characters though, their bodies ARE a visual metaphor for their personalities. Their bodies were made expressly to suit their needs and desires; they were their own designers, their flesh is an extension of their thoughts and feelings. Except for Melkor’s.
Melkor is the only one stuck in his body; and for a spirit that mercurial and prone to extremities, there could be nothing more demoralizing.
I can’t tell you how therapeutic it is to have a muse who is at least as heartbroken as I am about the fixed nature of their body, with its permanent maladies and limitations; who, even if they had a body that was perfect, would not be content because it was only one, a singular facet being forced to represent something manifold. Am I projecting a bit much? Probably. But there was a reason I was drawn so hard to this character and why they have stuck with me this long. There are many reasons why I like Melkor and relate to him, but this is definitely one.
As you can see, I’ve worked on this model pretty extensively since my last post. This is really my first big Sketchup project, so I’ll admit that half of my time was spent fixing my own beginner’s blunders. >_>; However— I’m happy with the way it turned out, and I probably quadrupled my modeling skills whilst trying to hammer this colossal beast into shape, so hopefully my next project will go a little smoother. XD
On the third row up from the bottom you can see Hurin’s Chair, and the view from the point on the battlements where if you were standing around, say, playing a harp, you could see Maedhros’s shackle.
Mr. and Mrs. Helpful Orc have agreed to pose outside on the draw bridge to give us an idea of scale. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Orc! You may return to your posts now.
nice orc models from wow lol
XD those were the only nice looking orc models they had! ;w; Maybe they’re visiting their relatives in Middle Earth.
that’s looking quite good for a beginner’s model; especially considering the more organic, lovecraft-meets-escher aesthetic you went for. It makes me want to post pics of the angband i modelled..
Oh my gosh! Thank you! 😀 I’d totally love to see your model! *w*
As you can see, I’ve worked on this model pretty extensively since my last post. This is really my first big Sketchup project, so I’ll admit that half of my time was spent fixing my own beginner’s blunders. >_>; However— I’m happy with the way it turned out, and I probably quadrupled my modeling skills whilst trying to hammer this colossal beast into shape, so hopefully my next project will go a little smoother. XD
On the third row up from the bottom you can see Hurin’s Chair, and the view from the point on the battlements where if you were standing around, say, playing a harp, you could see Maedhros’s shackle.
Mr. and Mrs. Helpful Orc have agreed to pose outside on the draw bridge to give us an idea of scale. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Orc! You may return to your posts now.
nice orc models from wow lol
XD those were the only nice looking orc models they had! ;w; Maybe they’re visiting their relatives in Middle Earth.
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The world labors under the growing might of Sauron, and as Erebor struggles to survive, Thorin is caught between his nephews’ machinations, his political alliances and rivalries, and his new prisoner— the fallen Elvenking Thranduil, whose beauty has been the subject of Thorin’s twisted obsession for a century. Will Thorin use his new plaything as a lever against his opponents, or will he break Thranduil’s will and despoil him in vengeance? And is there perhaps a third way, a path back toward the light in this broken and befouled Middle-Earth?
This very dark AU story contains intense themes and sexual material, but is not intended to be solely pornographic. Lore and speculation, extensive character development, broad thematic scope, and an emotional roller-coaster of internal and external conflict.
After years of writing, agonizing, periods of furious writing and long slumps, Lain Low is at last complete. I had written an unofficial ending before, but it was just too fucking brutal, so I went back and wrote a proper epilogue. That’s right: this monstrosity finally, finally has a happy ending.
Thank you so much for your love, encouragement, and motivation.
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Angband Model V2 – RivkaZ 2015
As you can see, I’ve worked on this model pretty extensively since my last post. This is really my first big Sketchup project, so I’ll admit that half of my time was spent fixing my own beginner’s blunders. >_>; However– I’m happy with the way it turned out, and I probably quadrupled my modeling skills whilst trying to hammer this colossal beast into shape, so hopefully my next project will go a little smoother. XD
On the third row up from the bottom you can see Hurin’s Chair, and the view from the point on the battlements where if you were standing around, say, playing a harp, you could see Maedhros’s shackle.
Mr. and Mrs. Helpful Orc have agreed to pose outside on the draw bridge to give us an idea of scale. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Orc! You may return to your posts now.
|| *wants to play with everybody* *likes starter calls* *hoards drafts* *answers after ten months* And then I wonder why I am not playing with everybody. P.S. That’s Fëanor’s face for “what the heck is this piss poor craftsmanship”
The Silmarillion, Of The Beginning of Days: After the Valar brought order to the Earth, and Yavanna planted her seeds, she asked Aulë for light. Aulë created the two lamps, Illuin in the north and Ormal in the south. Then Melkor, jealous of the beauty of the Earth in its Spring, “… came forward suddenly to war, and struck the first blow, ere the Valar were prepared; and he assailed the lights of Illuin and Ormal, and cast down there pillars and broke their lamps.” (Destruction of Illuin, by Murgen.)
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