Month: February 2017
@i-gwarth, my unending source of strongly-worded encouragements to get into LOTR suggested me to try giving Sauron my own spin. I went with pre whatever-the-heck-that-knight-in-the-movies-was version.
It needs work, we’ll see about that. I plan to read the Ring-trilogy once i get my hands on The Hobbit-book.
Wub, I only want this Tolkien stuff to consume your life and take over your every single waking minute because I love you!
On a completely unrelated note, @theotherwesley I have something to show you!
HELLO EVERYONE REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I WOULD DRAW A BUFF LEGOLAS? GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.
LEGOLAS, MORE LIKE LEGOALAS
Old Nan and the Nine
@snartha appeared on our skype call tonight wearing a wooly grey hood thing and within 3 minutes we’d invented a new OC.
She had been an early prototype.
An unnecessary one, Sauron admitted to himself later, but he’d always been a stickler for perfection and couldn’t bear to set his Great Plan into motion without having done a dry run first. Experimentation was important, he was a scientist, he was an artist, he was a performer –
It made sense to have a dress rehearsal.
She had been no one of importance – a woman of mean birth from the nameless hills, with little power and less an ambition. Her anonymity had been an important control, he had thought at first, though he did realize this made her hardly representative of what was to come. Still, the important factors manifest despite this in the years after Old Nan had curiously slid that ring onto her bony finger.
The long life, for one.
The magnification of her most potent personality traits for another.
(The fact that these were good-naturedness, an almost pathological worry about others catching cold, and a zeal for crochet had made Sauron frown a little at this perversion of his gifts, but still. One couldn’t be choosy with a prototype.)
When she had died at last, or hadn’t, her spirit was fully under his thrall, and he rejoiced, for it meant his plan was to work, and the Nine – gleaming in their leaden honeycomb deep within his forge – would do what he had dreamed of:
Provide him with an army of wraiths; potent slaves; undying, biddable, powerful beings.
The fact that Old Nan hung around was annoying, but unavoidable. She drifted around in her old cowl with the herringbone pattern, embarrassing Khamul by draping a muffler around his neck and chiding the Witch King for going out to pillage the Shire with ‘nary a mitten, for shame!’
The Nine, to Sauron’s surprise, not only tolerated but venerated her, which gave him some pause, even jealousy. Surely he should be the only one his Ringwraiths venerated – but then, respect for one’s forebears was ground deep into the bones of these Wraiths Who Had Been Men, and as such he did not forbid their deference to the Wraith Who Had Been A Grandmother.
Besides, he didn’t know what he’d do without her tri-color, heel stitch, fingerless gloves.
Just a “huh” moment I had recently: It’s been a while since I read the trilogy so I don’t remember how much it was mentioned, but I feel like we never hear much about the kingdom of Arnor in fandom! :O Gondor hogs all the spotlight but Arnor seems like it would have been pretty important to the Third Age, and its fall is the whole reason why the Witch-King is such a big deal. It’s just strange that I haven’t seen much meta about it (though it’s entirely possible I haven’t been paying attention XD)
Leaves an innocent trail of mini tarts for Melkor. There’s certainly no trap at the end.
HAH! You think I, the Mighty Arising, cleverest and most powerful of all beings in Arda, would fall for such a simple lure? *actively shoving tarts in mouth* ‘Oo are miftftaken!!!
What other chemical elements, you, The One who Arises in Might, loves to eat? Aside from gold. *whispers* We all know that you can be fished out with a golden treats.
*cough*
…My weakness is well known.
We never interact, I’m just a spectator, but I wanted to say how much I enjoy your dialogues, they’re always so witty, clever, and just all around well-thought out. “On foot, with wolves” had me in stitches. It’s nice to see you back on my dashboard.
My heart just grew three sizes friend, thank you ;W; ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Very excited to be able to share this!! Finished this up in June for the Ages of Arda Anthology. It’s a book full of all original art from various Tolkien books! You can see a brief preview in the last link, or browse the AoAA tag to see all the wonderful art everyone’s contributed.
Detail from Book on Navigation W.658 fol. 362b Island of Skyros by Walters Art Museum Illuminated Manuscripts http://flic.kr/p/PqbiLY
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I mean but how very dare u
admirable-mairon
replied to your post “Lord Annatar – say, for instance, a winsome elf catches your eye. How…”
But what if Love-and-courting-advice really WAS part of what Annatar offered and he quite often had young elves come to him for advice
I sounds very much like something my Annatar would do! he’s a pedagogic sort.
Lord Annatar – say, for instance, a winsome elf catches your eye. How would you go about pursuing him or her?
On foot, with wolves!
Ah, no no, I jest, forgive me.
Your question is one I know plagues many new lovers; it is worth answering:
Firstly, i would suss out whether or not your interests are returned– if they are, you have one foot in the door already. Sometimes all that is required is an exchange of glances, or a word of confirmation.
But if their notice is not returned, do not immediately lose your nerve nor your heart; one mustn’t be afraid to make introductions. What is it about them that has caught your eye? Their music? Their laugh? The way they walk, their mode of dress? Speak on that– do not approach the topic of beauty unless it is clear that a simple compliment on appearance would be welcome. Beauty is personal and subjective; they may seem unbearably radiant to you– and between two who are already acquainted, that may mean all the world. But if you are only just meeting, then what are they meant to take from such a declaration? Who are you to them? What does your appraisal of their looks mean, if you are a stranger? No: if you truly wish to make a connection, for whatever purpose, one begins with the topic at hand.
I know that it is difficult to approach conversation with someone whose presence overwhelms you, but it is absolutely key to not forget who you are, and where your strengths and interests lie.
Remember that you are a presenting a case; a case on why they should take notice of you, speak to you, listen to your heart. If you are so entranced by them and what they have to offer, you will fail to give them any reason to return the notice.
You needn’t be the Renaissance. You need only have some common ground.
Hah– and if you are a one man pantheon of talents, then do not seek to drown them in a display of all your achievements like an overbearing peacock!
Ask them what interests them, if you do not already know. Speak and show that which relates to this interest. If they are a performer, comment on the performance. Be earnest. Make it clear that you care what they are thinking, that you are interested in all that they have put effort into. Then– only then– should you show your hand, reveal a glimpse of the lining of your heart. A quick brush of flattery, a single note of personal attraction. Their reaction should tell you if you if the path is open or barred. Keep in mind their response may be delayed; not everyone knows what to do with a compliment when they receive one!
If your admiration sits favorably with them and is immediately returned, then things may move rather quickly from there– do not hesitate to seize your luck and run with it. Hells, you may find a convenient spare room then and there to pursue your ardor! But otherwise, and in most cases, do not seek too much too quickly. Attraction may spring up in the heat of the moment, but the will to act, to trust another with your affection, that is a much slower bloom. Wait a night. Wait a week. Meet more than once. Do not obfuscate your intentions, but neither should you lead with them, nor for any reason insist upon them. You are offering the rose of your affection, it is up to them to accept it or not. Take no for an answer, if that is the way of fortune: there are greener pastures for you elsewhere, do not waste time trying to force your way through brambles. It is unbefitting and tasteless to pursue the attention of one who has given you their rejection; it will befoul both your spirit and the waters of your next amorous appeal.
But if you are lucky, and the mood between you has warmed, then communicate what you intend– whatever that may be. A touch may be sufficient. Words offer a poetic route. A question is the least ambiguous.
…Now, hopeful lover, the scene I have painted may seem quite specific, but I assure you, it is a very basic algorithm, the variables of which can be exchanged almost indefinitely. X for intent, Y for setting, Z for the style of meeting, and so forth; conditions for proceeding being ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
Remember, my student: you must make a presentation of your own appeal, and do not assume interest where there is none. Go forth and woo.
@admirable-mairon : #ITried. Happy valentines’ senpai! I’ve wanted to try this one out for SO LONG and despite all my searching *Seriously it’s difficult to find the exact pose I wanted* I had to do this without a reference XD I hope you like it still ❤
OOH! PORN! 😀 The gift that keeps on giving! ( ˘ ³˘)❤
–NSFW under the cut–
“A gift given to the Greatest of the Valar – Two chained maiar at your disposal. I hope you accept this humble offering, O king of the world”
…Ash and I worked hard thinking up a name for this position and we narrowed it down to a few excellent candidates:
–The Two Towers
–Goal Posts
–Two Foxes On A Log
–The Seesaw
–Canoe Ride
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@admirable-mairon: “It would start with body worship and kissing of course – A vala such as Melkor deserves all the worship he can get. Fondling – hands sliding – nails raking down sensetive flesh – Wetness and hardness. Naturally we would both want to kiss you, and seeing as you aren’t bound by reality we could both do so at the same time.
You would bind our hands – Thauron on his back on the bed, chained to the bedposts, and me with my hands in front of me so that you could use them to steer me however you wished.
We would begin with the position we have long discussed – The Two Towers or The Happy Canoe, depending on one’s preference.
You would straddle your beloved’s face and let him worship your folds with his mouth. Not that he would complain – he would willingly die between those magnificent thighs of yours if you would let him.
You would position me over my brother’s fantastic cock and look me in the eyes as you pressed me down over it, Sauron’s groans accompanying mine and sending sweet vibrations through your clit.We would keep that position for quite a while, until my seed and your slick practically coated my handsome brother’s chest and making the hair glitter as if adorned with pearls.
Next you would want both of us inside you.
You would take Sauron into yourself easily, wet as you would be, and ride him at a steady pace while I’d prepare your other hole. It might not need it, giving your magnificence, but who could ever resist fingering that delectable arse?
Once you’d be prepared enough, my lord, I would push inside as well, and oh it would almost be unbearably pleasant for all three of us.
My piercings would rub against your lovely, warm insides, rub against my Brother through the wall and it would be so amazingly tight….~!
He would kiss you and tease your nipples while I paid special attention to your ears, nipping, kissing and sucking along their fine points.If you would prefer the night to be over there, that could naturally be arranged, but if I may be so bold I would love to put in a little wish from myself as well.
I would very much love to have the both of you inside me at the same time. With my brother at my back, his beautiful voice making his chest rumble as he murmured and groaned naughty things in my ears – Oh I can feel my loins stirring at the mere thought…! My brother is oh so very attractive after all, isn’t he?
See – I would be a moaning, begging little mess already, so I can only imagine how it would be if you would press in next to him, my lord…! I would love for it to be with quite some force – I do not mind the pain. Once again my hands would be bound and you would both fuck me until I could no longer scream and moan because of a sore throat.
Pulling my hair, maybe kissing me – Or perhaps kissing eachother over my shoulder and just use me as a cock sheathe for the two of you…~!Yes – I would say that that is my greatest fantasy at this moment”
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