A place for me to reblog lovely fanart/fanfic and other fandom-related things. This be mainly (but not exclusively) fanworks for the following fandoms: Tolkien, Dragon Age and not-poignant's Fae Tales series (which you should absolutely go read!).
Hello ego! I’ve got a little question about your Swing and Skully AU that I got after rereading your little posts (they are just too cute). So from the posts, as I understood, humans weren’t friendly to faeries. So why would Swing trust Skully? I mean, Skully can just tell on him or spill the tea about Swing and I doubt that humans will not bring harm to Swing. Plus he runs away a lot, so somebody might suspect something and follow Skully secretly. Thanks a lot for answering my question!
I think mostly Swing just...doesn't feel threatened by humans? he hides and slinks around more because he's a little creeper who just likes watching people. so it's not so much that he trusts Skully as he doesn't have any fear of what might happen if he couldn't, if that makes sense! (there's some overconfidence there -- he's still just a little Swing, so if the whole village went after him at once he probably wouldn't be in great shape, assuming they could catch him -- but he believes it, at least.)
really, the question is more about if Skully can trust him...
Gandalf: well this raccoon found the ring and has been carrying it around. unfortunately we can’t take it off him or he gets very bite-y. so I figure, the raccoon is the ringbearer now
Elrond: what are those other three raccoons doing here
Gandalf: he brought his buddies. I call this one ‘Merry’
Saruman: Well since some fucking TREES took over Isengard I guess I’ll take over The Shire.
Farmer Maggot and ever other Halfling down to the Sacksville-Bagginses:
C'mon Fingon, do it already, Arien is about to rise. Maedhros may look slightly dead from down there, but he will be fine. You just need to... cut off his hand?? There is no better option, really. C'mon Fingon. Time is up.
Fingon in @papita474 's style!!!! Don't know if you remember you once told me to try drawing your Fingon in my style. Here it is!!!!
Hi I've been exhausted lately but I finally finished some Middle-Earth cane designs for Disability Pride Month and they make me very happy.
Click for better quality, zoom in please I spent way too long on these.
I'm a cane user, and most fictional or antique canes really annoy me, because they're rarely actually usable or practical. So this is my attempt to design usable but still interesting canes for characters I have somewhat arbitrarily projected disability onto. For example, they all have padded handles and most have wrist straps.
Individual design ramblings below!
Nerdanel has some type of genetic chronic illness, I haven't decided exactly what yet. Her cane has metalwork decoration, and a locking hinge mechanism to allow it to fold, because one of my canes is folding and it's super useful. Those parts were made by Mahtan. The Fëanorian star carving and crystal section were later modifications, and I think Nerdanel would continue modifying it throughout her life.
I've drawn Idril with prosthetic legs post-Helcaraxë, and some people with prosthetics use canes or other mobility aids for extra balance. I also headcanon that her silver legs were made by Celebrimbor once he ended up in Gondolin, so before that she may have had lower quality prosthetics and relied more on a cane. Hers has an eagle carved into it (Thorondor maybe), as well as eagle feathers, ribbons, and her heraldry for decoration. Elenwë's name is also carved closer to the base as a memorial (hopefully I did the tengwar right).
Celebrían uses a cane in Valinor due to her injuries. Hers is mallorn wood with metal decorations. Specifically the snake and flowers reference the House of Finarfin. The snake is made of mithril, which i think would be popular for mobility aid details due to its light weight. Also, she got Celebrimbor to help her make it after she dragged him out of Mandos.
Elros' is the only one without a wrist strap because I unfortunately couldn't work it into the design well. He uses it due to a leg injury from the War of Wrath, mostly because I wanted Elrond to encourage him about it in a fic I never finished. The handle is a carved and painted seagull, the column shows fish, and the base has Eärendil's star.
Caranthir inherited Nerdanel's condition, the only one of the sons who did. He didn't start using a cane until they were in Beleriand, so his is a from-memory recreation of Nerdanel's, made with Curufin's help. It also has metalwork details and a hinge. The textile wraps were his own addition, and the claw and beads were gifts from Haleth.
Faramir was born disabled with chronic health issues (again haven't decided exactly what yet), but this wasn't publicly acknowledged by Denethor as it didn't "fit the image". He had very little access to mobility aids growing up because of this. Injuries from the War of the Ring certainly didn't help, and he started using a cane after that. His was given to him by Éowyn, and was made in Rohan, hence the horse. The blue fabric band with stars is a reference to the cloak he gave her, and the lower band was made using remnants of Boromir's horn as a way for Faramir to carry his brother with him.
Concept study for Elvish Fashion featuring the Original™ FinBrothers and their Mini Me
Fëanor & Curufin: Splendor. They are wearing Noldor informal daywear inspired by Baroque/Rococo European Aristocracy (17th–18th century), especially the Sun King and the extravagant courts of Versailles. Opulent, luxurious robes with theatrical flair and shimmering footwear. Fëanor is wearing the dramatic gemstones that once belonged to Míriel.
Fingolfin & Turgon: Discipline. They are dressed in Vanyarin court fashion inspired by late Ming Dynasty China (17th century). I tried to portray the restrained elegance of high-ranking Ming officials and princes. Layered hanfu, structured silhouette, and minimal jewelry. Refined nobility rather than ostentatious wealth.
Finarfin & Finrod: Harmony. They are the most timeless here in my opinion. They are wearing Telerin outdoor fashion inspired by Ancient Mediterranean clothing (particularly Minoan and Classical Greece) mixed with Art Nouveau. Lots of drape and movement, sandals (because the Teleri love walking by the sea), gold jewelry, olive greens, laurel-style headpieces, wrapped waists. I tried to go 'less' historical noble and 'more' idealized gods.
Close-ups of my favorite details I'm forcing upon y'all
First time dad Fëanor interpreting infant Maedhros’s inarticulate utterances with great certainty:
Maedhros: nnnng AHHHH g g g
Fëanor, plucking him from his cradle: SO! You want your blanket refolded into a triangle and not a square. Admirable aesthetic judgement. It shall be done.
(With his other arm he refolds it with unnecessary geometric precision)
(Maedhros grabs for Fëanor’s circlet while drooling on his collar)
Fëanor: Ah! An eye for keen workmanship over fine raiment.
Maedhros: bBbbbBb (wriggling and kicking)
Fëanor: you desire to be borne aloft that you may inspect the proportions of the room by every angle!
(He grasps him under the arms and banks around the room a few times like a great eagle)
(Maedhros shrieks in delight)
Fëanor: as I perceived. You and I understand each other, my son.
knowing Finrod, he would love talking with the hobbits and want to know all about their genealogies and culture. he and Bilbo would absolutely be best friends!
You're an anxious, hyper-responsible person. You have many dysfunctional siblings whose problems constantly need solving. (They could handle it themselves, but you can't let them.) One day, your nerves give out.
You decide to go out into nature, taking two of your more sensible relatives with you to relax without having to solve other people's problems. After a productive rest, you settle in for the night. In the middle of the night, the first of your companions wakes you up, tearfully announcing that your other companion has disappeared.
You panic and start searching for him, combing the entire forest where you were staying. Your lost companion is nowhere to be found. Despite everything, you love this lost companion, and he's also an important political figure, whose disappearance would put an end to your life. You feel like you're about to have a panic attack.
Suddenly, your lost companion appears right in front of you, happy and content. Without letting you get a word in, he leads you somewhere, cheerfully telling you about "something wonderful I found!"
He shows you hairy lumps of mud on legs, like the love child of a dwarf and an orc.
He calls them humans and begs you to leave them at home.
You decide that your family is now without any adequate relatives.
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