asklokiande replied to your post

I’d love to see your take on dragons- Your human art is so amazing, what would Glaurung, Scatha or Anclagon look like in your style?

Aaaaah thanks so much! :’D 

I’m not the world’s greatest dragonologist (drawing People Anatomy is hard enough, Animal Anatomy fills me with dread and existential quivering), BUT it so happens I had an Ancalagon design ready to go from a couple years ago:

…featuring Pern-style compound eyes and hydrogen-sacs. The fact that Ancalagon is the size of a dirigible has forced his biology to go to some extreme lengths to keep him flight-capable; he’s got inflatable sacs of hydrogen to keep him airborne, scaleless skin stretched so thin over his spindly frame that it’s translucent, his ribcage does that freaky thing that gliding snakes and lizards do where it flattens out to give him more lift, and he’s got absolutely no more bones or muscle or organs than were necessary to let him wobble off a tall place and into the air.  Melkor did not breed this poor boy for for longevity– Ancalagon was engineered to get airborne ONCE and rain blue-flamed death on the Valar’s armies until he exhausted himself, broke something, or got caught in a tree like a giant flammable kite. He’s not got the usual armored scales of his brethren, nor their intelligence; no one was expecting to have to deal with a flying, Silmaril-powered boat, so was given no real defenses. No one was expecting him to try and fly home and crash land into Thangorodrim like a thousand tons of wet tissue paper tied to a hydrogen bomb either.

I haven’t done a particularly good job of drawing any of this, but I do like his tiny, tiny little beaky head and fancy frill. :3

outerspacekake
replied to your post “IM PUTTING OFF RESPONSIBILITIES SEND ME DRAWING REQUESTS”

lISTEN. all i’m sayin is that there are 9 branches of the menorah and nine wraiths

outerspacekake:  khanike lomp. i am a goyim i srry

YOU ARE SUGGESTING I LIGHT EACH OF THEM ON FIRE

USING THE MIDDLE ONE

WHO GETS TO BE THE SHAMASH WRAITH

Dear Buttmunch ( Sauron/Annatar ), in your previous reply was the attitude necessary? How hard could it be to not be an awful hunk of muscular beauty? You could have been SWOL and chilled with little Tyelperinquar and me! Do your rippling muscles prevent you from feeling regret? -Aduial, ‘Lord’ of Good Decisions and Hypocrisy

  • Yes
  • Very
  • I did! We had several hundred years of hanging out before my inevitable betrayal and murder spree.
  • I use my glistening muscles to deflect negative emotions like “shame” and “remorse”, that’s why they’re so developed. 

Thû, I could blame you for everything, but to be truthful I am just as much to blame for being ignorant of things as well as to things that should have perhaps served as warnings. However, if those were the only things I might have forgiven you or ignored it. Yet, a line has been crossed and I cannot ignore what you’ve done. I cannot ignore that you murder my best friend. To do so would be foolish of me. It’s a line. It’s been crossed. I’m sorry. Farewell, Mitsalaumë(daughterxftheseas)

Mitsalaumë,

You made your feelings quite clear when you destroyed the gifts I gave you. This was within your right, they were yours to do with as you please after all– but the message it sent was unambiguous. 

That you wish to sever ties with me brings me no pleasure, but neither does it surprise me. You are a child of the Sea; I have known Ossë since the beginning of creation, and the nature of our relationship has ever been one of contention and vacillation, like the tide.  This parting was inevitable, as much as it grieves me. 

You need not ask my pardon, just as I need not ask for yours. You lost a friend– but he was not your friend only. Celebrimbor and I could have built something truly magnificent together; I am not proud of what was done, but regrets are something one must shoulder in pursuit of a higher goal. I have never lost sight of mine, nor should you– though kinder, easier paths may rise to tempt you off your road. 

~S

Dearest Thû– Thank you ever so much for ridding your home of its crab by returning it to *my* current home. The only thing better than constantly being surrounded by tiny, wicked, nefarious crabs, is now having a glass-shelled one not only threatening me with its tiny but terrifying claws, but also the risk of it shattering glass all over my floor so I might slice my foot open one morning. Thinking of you fondly, Lin ♥

Dear Lin,

You’re welcome I love you too. 

Kiss kiss,

~Thû

An awkwardly weighted box arrives via disgruntled seabird, with a note attached. It’s clearly written in a child’s hand as there are ink blots and scratched out words aplenty. “Dear uncle Mosanwe, (several inkblots follow) Mist tells me you can make pretty things out of anything, so I have collected several fancy shells, some sand, and one entire crab for you. The crab bites. (more inkblots) Sincerely, Ulodin Mitsanáriel.” The box is leaking fine sand grains from one corner.

My dear godchild,

I thank you for the materials, and the challenge you cleverly set me. I do regret to inform you that the crab was dead on arrival, and furthermore, your messenger appears to have eaten most of him. I have made do with what remains, and provided a replacement crab.

Not being especially keen on “shell art”, I have opted to create something closer to my realm of mastery: the sand you sent was melted into glass, and the seashells reduced to calcium carbonate and used as flux.

As you can see, your new crustacean has been upgraded with a shell of vastly improved durability which is also, if I may say so, quite pretty.  I hope this meets with your approval.

Your Obedient Servant,

~Uncle Thû

postscriptum: If Lin is there, tell her the crab threat in Barad-dûr has been neutralized. 

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