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Got inspired by the post with Caspar David Friedrich landscapes as Strange&Norrell estetics and wanted to make something with similar mood

#jonathan strange & mr norrell #js&mn #jsamn #jsmn fanart #jonathan strange and mr norrell fanart #john childermass #john segundus #starecrossed lovers #johnsquared

juliedillon

Been thinking about star thistles, how in the western US they are an invasive and noxious weed that readily takes over land that has been disturbed and degraded. How sometimes it felt like conditions were so lousy that nothing else could grow but thorns.

"All That Will Grow" Watercolor, acrylic ink, gouache, and color pencil.

nynevefromthelake

On the lake Mithrim

#reblog

On the lake Mithrim

#silmarillion #silmarillion fanart #tolkien fanart #tolkien #silm fanart #maedhros #fingon #russingon

grace-sketches

Here's my full piece for @novaandmali and @dames-zine's My Liege: queer knights in love art book! There's only about 30 hours left on the crowdfunder so now's your last chance to back this project!

An art book about queer knights - celebrating all knights and their love.

eilinelsghost

Tidbit Tuesday

Thanks to @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras for tagging me to share a a WIP snippet. So from the next installment of Atandil:

When Nóm had once attempted to explain this affinity of souls, Balan presumed it was simply that one moved through life with two sets of senses, those innate to the self and those innate to the other they joined. But the actuality of it was something quite different from his anticipation. He did not perceive in double, at least not in the way he conceived of it. This was a chord, not a duet. An added note to the existing senses, a deeper resonance within his own. It was the silk of Nóm’s skin that Balan felt as his lips traveled down to the other’s hips, but there was an elation singing within it, a shivering brightness that arose, he knew somewhere within himself, from the tickle of his beard against that selfsame flesh. And he knew too that it was as much the warmth of his own hunger for this as it was the other’s thrill at the touch of his mouth that called up the sharp gasp, or caused the Nómin's strange, half-holy swears to slip in ragged whispers from the king’s lips. Is this how it’s meant to be? He had murmured the question at some point in the night, Nóm’s head pillowed upon his shoulder with one hand casually tracing patterns along Balan’s chest. The half-felt sense of the other’s perception hummed within him as Nóm’s fingers trailed through the coarse hair and Balan nudged that feeling toward the other’s mind. Or would it be more distinct wert thou joined with one of thine own kind? In truth, I know not. Nóm had drawn one finger along his breastbone with a smile, up over his neck, hovered at the summit of the chin. I’ve never wedded another. He had walked his fingers to Balan’s mouth and traced the bottom lip from end to end, and Balan had shivered with the mingled sensation. But I am happy, I am content. Art thou not?

No pressure tags to @sallysavestheday, @thelordofgifs, @melestasflight, @hobbitwrangler, and @that-angry-noldo if this sounds like fun!

little russingon wip

#silmarillion #silmarillion fanart #tolkien #tolkien fanart #Wip #maedhros #fingon #russingon

afusionoffandoms

Turkey’s justice ministry is drafting legislation that would imprison people for publicly praising LGBT identity, criminalize same-sex engag

bisexualantagonist

EXTRA INFO:

The Bill hasn't passed yet; however it is very likely. Turkey just shut down the social media accounts of LGBT+ organizations, and quietly banned/"made not possible to see" multiple dating apps for LGBT people such as Taimi. These are small steps leading up to this. Just less than a year ago the distribution of Estrogen was made ten times harder and hormone replacement therapy laws upped the transitioning age from 18 to 21. Please speak for us.

liminalweirdo

Here's some info that's a little more recent (April 2026):

The Observatory for the Protection of Human Rights Defenders, a partnership between the International Federation for Human Rights (FIDH)

jenechhka

Finrod and Bëor was drawn. I have to work on projects with strike deadlines but choose with my heart to do tolkien sketches…

melestasflight

Obligatory @eilinelsghost alert.

#love them!!

a-very-lost-lily

“But this in no way can compare with his face. His features are rather peculiar and, let us say, distinct, but his expression!.. A thunderstorm would be easier to paint, even with my limited skills in landscapes. For one, a weather event wouldn't judge me, nor huff impatiently from time to time, nor smile like it's laughing at some silent joke at my expense. I can see that it is his habitual attitude, and isn't aimed at me specifically, but it makes it no easier to grasp.”

The pocket portrait for An Artist's Struggles by @/adella_green on AO3

I’m insane for forgetting to post this.. I think I tried a few months ago and couldn’t figure out how BUT ANYWAY FORGIVE ME.

Was very glad to inspire and I loved the work very much :’)

eilinelsghost

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @thelordofgifs for the tag! Here's a bit from the the upcoming Atandil 26:

Finrod’s laugh rippled out again as Balan’s gaze drifted back to him, wide-eyed and cautious as though still half-convinced he had not truly wakened. “You look at me as though I am a phantom,” he quipped, shifting to Taliska and arching a brow in feigned complaint. “Aye, so you are—phantom, spirit, apparition…” Balan regained his voice at last, a strange giddiness rising through him with the torrent of joy, and he pushed up onto one elbow, prodding the other doubtfully in the chest. “You seem solid enough.” “Naught but flesh and blood, my love.” Finrod grinned up at him from the rumpled nest of pillows. “The fact of which I should be glad to remind you, have you forgotten it already.” It was Balan who laughed now and slipped his hand beneath the other’s neck, turning so that he rested against him and looked down into his face; and as suspected he found the king attired in the same manner as he. A blaze of fire joined the giddiness in his veins and he leaned down to brush a kiss against the waiting lips. He had meant to follow it with a jest, some wry responding quip about feigning inattention that he might be granted the lesson, but all such thoughts fled at the touch of the other’s skin. There had been a boundary before, defined edges where Balan ceased and Nóm began—disregarded of course and more often crossed than preserved, but the demarcation had nonetheless existed. Now it was like plunging beneath a river where any movement was wrapped within the current, or where two halves of clay were smoothed till the seams were indistinguishable amidst the whole. He had been overwhelmed by it, he recalled, shaking and dizzy in the small hours of the night when each touch had carried with it the harmony of the other’s senses, every joy had rung out with his lover’s jubilance, echoing one to the other and compounding like voices through a canyon till he had lost all bearing save the grasp of the other’s arms. They encircled him again now and, as in that first discovery, his heart pounded as though it would burst. Dizzy, he wrapped himself around the anchor of Nóm’s body; and dizzy, he kissed the parted lips, the brow, the lids of his eyes and the sharp line of his cheekbone, sun-painted with the lattice’s pattern in the morning light.

No-pressure tags for @sallysavestheday, @hobbitwrangler, @melestasflight, @ulmondil, @julijbee, and @nynevefromthelake to share any WIPs (writing or art or other) if that sounds like fun!

#the way you write their love makes something to me🥹