Two photographers travelled to Antarctica’s Mount Erebus, on Ross Island, the very spot on the planet where blistering heat and freezing temperatures exist side-by-side.
Goddamn badmadwolf, you really put the CHALLENGE in “Palette Challenge”!
@_@ I’m trying to paint Thangorodrim using grey, blue, and low-chroma red. Basically, a volcanic hellscape with no orange, only pinks and greyish blue. THAT IS A TALL ORDER MY FRIEND.
Doing this archiving thing has made me acutely aware of how many threads I’ve dropped over the course of my RP career :’D
But I’m pretty happy with them so far I’m just gonna post how they look right now~
Gondolin lords: Galdor, Rog, Salgant, Maeglin (w/ his ‘I’m gonna fuckin kill you Tuor’ face), Turgon, Eärendil…his hair is so wild here and I fockin love it (T^T)/ ❤
Alright goodnight y’all… ＿ﾉ乙(､ﾝ､)_
aaaaa AAAAA AAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SALGANT AAAAAAH SALGANT MY BABY OH MY GOOODDD SALGANTAlskfjds;lkfjsa;ldfkjas;dflk ;A; ROG ROG ROG ROG SALGANT MAEGLIN SALGANT ROG EARENDIL TUUUURRRGOOON UUUGGHGHGHGHH HOTTIES OH SHIT THEY’RE ALL HOT OH NO
Earendil baby is 2 cute 5evar TwT
GODDAMN THEY’RE TOO PRECIOUS I DIE THIS IS THE END ALL THE GONDOLIN BABIES HEEELLLLPPP
“But if you were given the chance, would you do such things again?” Poppy asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Ah, not everyone is as wise nor as forgiving as you are, sweet flower…” The Shadow retreated somewhat with a bow. “And many of the elder races have long histories, wherein my name is passed down as a warning. Elves especially are not wont to forgive old crimes… their fear and hatred of me will be long in the forgetting. But you!” One long finger curled under Poppy’s chin. “You are young, and generous, and understanding. You are not bitter with inherited woes, or timeless sorrow. That is what makes you so precious, little one… You are different. Your heart is bigger than your stature.”
Poppy was still largely suspicious, but was beginning to soften considerably. “Still though,” she said, fingers fidgeting with her skirts as she took a cautious step back from his reach. “How can I know that I am able to trust you? With so many telling me that you are not worthy of trusting, and not only those of elvenkind, how can I know for certain that your intentions are honest and good?”
"Who can be certain of anyone’s character? Certainty is an illusion. Trust is always a matter of faith.”
A whisper of a sigh ruffled the curls on Poppy’s head. “There is only one question that matters to me: do YOU trust me? And if you do not, Poppy, then why is it you continue to return to my side? Why do you ask me to confirm or deny your friends’ doubts?"
The Shadow peered down into the halfling’s eyes with empty hollows. "Do you, Poppy, believe I am not worthy of trust? Do you too begrudge me a new beginning?"
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