Winding numbers

mostly sad elves with occasional les misérables, interspersed with keysmashing about nirvana in fire. Currently and unexpectedly losing my mind about the old guard, sometimes reblogs to not-scythian. I also like: science, history, dwj, and books about faraway places. Here are some things I've written. What's with all these frogs? The Nirvana in Fire liveblog.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[songthursh]

@stupidlynx 's and mine take on how this priceless dialog happened on the old cemetery of Ankh Morpork one glorious 25th of May

[berensreverie]

Spinosaurus Swimming with Fishes!

[fickleartdump]

leithian!!!

[beardedmrbean]

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

me, calling my brother, urgently: ok, who would win, the knights of the round table or the kpop demon hunters? you may laugh, but listen, the three of them jumped out of a plane with no parachute and landed totally fine IN HEELS at their kpop concert. i dont know that they can take much damage. plus i think lancelot would be really overwhelmed by the concept of kpop. and

[davetheshady]

initially the knights of the round table appear to have the advantage, attacking the supernatural sirens with confusing hair colors with gusto; huntrix is obviously reluctant to engage with innocent(ish) humans. however, the tides begin to turn when 1) rumi not only holds her own against excalibur, but also glows in a very non-evil-coded manner, which a random hermit explains is the same light as the star of bethlehem; 2) zoey tells sir gawain mid-battle she just wants everyone to stop fighting and he is constitutionally incapable of ignoring a request from a nice young lady; and 3) mira picks up one of the many pieces of cursed furniture lying around and absolutely whales the tar out of sir kay.

at this point actual demons attack and the two groups team up and for some reason lancelot is dressed as a backup dancer. crisis averted, the round table inquires about the obligatory secret familial connection and discover that rumi and merlin have the same demon dad, so that's okay. mira gives kay all his teeth back and they all have a feast, which is interrupted halfway through by derpy delivering a message with the next quest. unfortunately, the WIP is then abandoned before being picked up by a different author who writes 300K about blackpink's quest for the holy grail, the end.

[paulgadzikowski]

The "abandoned before being picked up by a different author" bit makes it sound like we're talking about a 500,000 word multichapter AO3 story but the medieval romances were exactly like that

[silmalope]

i was out of town for most of @tolkienfashionweek last week, so here is a fill for a few different days at once! feat. Aerin modeling First Age Hadorian womenswear and some partly finished sketches of Bëorians :)

[silmalope]

Ooh since requests are open may I please request an Elwing or an Indis? I love your art so much btw!!!

Hope you have a wonderful day :D

I’m a buff!Indis truther. To me “golden-haired and tall, and in all ways unlike Míriel” means she was eight-foot and built like a linebacker. She is where Galadriel gets it from.

[berlynn-wohl]

a marriage of humankind's two greatest design achievements: the illuminated manuscript and the cool S

[lhoandbehold]

The full saga of Margie and the Nuns (so far). Realised I never compiled these in one place.! Also, bonus Margies!

[oedipalrivalry]

being a team sports fan really is like oh what if you stanned the ship of theseus

[kettle-bird]

As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure.

Little cover design doodle from like a week ago that I never posted :') more to come. Maybe. Eventually. We'll see.

[morphmaker]

are there palm tree Ents

[morphmaker]

Palm Tree Ents: The Appendices

[sniffanimal]

happy Halloween to this image that helped me understand logic gates

[iconuk01]

It's BOO!!-Lean logic!

[lilliankillthisman]

Everyone thinks of Austen as victorian and Stalin as russian but they were actually both georgian... one of many shared traits

[aliveandfullofjoy]

les liaisons kangareuses

[bill-blake-fans-anonymous]

MARQUISE DE MERTEUIL: When I hopped out of my mother's pouch for the last time, I was about 8 months old. I already knew then that the role I was condemned to, namely to hop around the Australian outback, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe. Not to what other kangaroos told me, which naturally was of no interest to me, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful while a feral dog was gnawing on my leg. I became a virtuoso of deceit. I consulted the strictest kangaroos to learn how to appear, philosophical kangaroos to find out what to think, and fanciful kangaroos to see what I could get away with, and in the end it all came down to one wonderfully simple principle: win or die, mate.

[exercise-of-trust]

tiptoeing my way out of art block with a low-pressure nerdanel sketch i liked enough to color :)