creature elf connoisseur

20s ⊹ he/him elves is cats.

[plutolichen]

art tag

This is the SFW blog. I'm also @pseudohades here and on ao3/bsky if you're an adult and Thranduil getting his back blown out is your sort of thing. Fair warning, I block minors who interact on that blog.

[ministarfruit]

I did yapper drunk bard but what about over affectionate drunk bard. let’s consider

[plutolichen]

A scene from chapter twelve of @scary-grace's fic, Kairos!

Every day. Every day between that day and the last one, he saw her. He never thought to live without her, and now he is, and even that last morning when they were tired and worried and not terrified yet, he was happier than he has been since she died. He thinks. Maybe. Sometimes he catches flashes of it – a different kind of happiness than before – but it’s likely his imagination. Being alive feels much less like a chore than it did at first, but that does not mean he still doesn’t wish – You don’t have to wish that, Rirosseth says. I don’t want you to wish that. Thranduil rolls over onto his back and stairs at the ceiling once more. His hair is stuck to his shoulders, to the side of his neck, and he peels it away. The air is so hot, and so still. Would it be too much to ask for a breeze?

Uncontested number one Barduil fic for me, in no small part due to my personal connection to its setting. We've had a few miserably hot & stagnant days up here in Kairosland, and for the past couple of years our summers have made me think of the earlier parts of this fic, which take place in summer, so I figured if I have to suffer I may as well draw Thranduil suffering similarly. I've been messing with a new brush and really liking it so far, might retire the old one after TRSB...

[veliseraptor]

i am terminally A Sucker for characters who have a towering and generally earned ego about their own ability and absolutely no self-worth about themselves as a person at all. intoxicating combo.

[ministarfruit]

deershifter thranduil

[deaddovearchives]

I think a fandom becomes more interesting when people are allowed to explore uncomfortable ideas instead of pretending they don't exist

[plutolichen]

A scene from chapter twelve of @scary-grace's fic, Kairos!

Every day. Every day between that day and the last one, he saw her. He never thought to live without her, and now he is, and even that last morning when they were tired and worried and not terrified yet, he was happier than he has been since she died. He thinks. Maybe. Sometimes he catches flashes of it – a different kind of happiness than before – but it’s likely his imagination. Being alive feels much less like a chore than it did at first, but that does not mean he still doesn’t wish – You don’t have to wish that, Rirosseth says. I don’t want you to wish that. Thranduil rolls over onto his back and stairs at the ceiling once more. His hair is stuck to his shoulders, to the side of his neck, and he peels it away. The air is so hot, and so still. Would it be too much to ask for a breeze?

Uncontested number one Barduil fic for me, in no small part due to my personal connection to its setting. We've had a few miserably hot & stagnant days up here in Kairosland, and for the past couple of years our summers have made me think of the earlier parts of this fic, which take place in summer, so I figured if I have to suffer I may as well draw Thranduil suffering similarly. I've been messing with a new brush and really liking it so far, might retire the old one after TRSB...

[ministarfruit]

thinking about how thranduil's robes look like a blanket so I drew this... his big shiny blankie

[plutolichen]

A scene from chapter twelve of @scary-grace's fic, Kairos!

Every day. Every day between that day and the last one, he saw her. He never thought to live without her, and now he is, and even that last morning when they were tired and worried and not terrified yet, he was happier than he has been since she died. He thinks. Maybe. Sometimes he catches flashes of it – a different kind of happiness than before – but it’s likely his imagination. Being alive feels much less like a chore than it did at first, but that does not mean he still doesn’t wish – You don’t have to wish that, Rirosseth says. I don’t want you to wish that. Thranduil rolls over onto his back and stairs at the ceiling once more. His hair is stuck to his shoulders, to the side of his neck, and he peels it away. The air is so hot, and so still. Would it be too much to ask for a breeze?

Uncontested number one Barduil fic for me, in no small part due to my personal connection to its setting. We've had a few miserably hot & stagnant days up here in Kairosland, and for the past couple of years our summers have made me think of the earlier parts of this fic, which take place in summer, so I figured if I have to suffer I may as well draw Thranduil suffering similarly. I've been messing with a new brush and really liking it so far, might retire the old one after TRSB...

[plutolichen]

if anyone knows what scene from Kairos I'm drawing rn you get a cookie

[chainmail-butch]

Hi, its me. The warmest creature in the world. I love you. Im the warmest creature in the world and I love you so much and I need to be in your lap right now. Yes, I know about the heat wave. That's okay though because I was already the warmest creature in the world so I don't mind. I love you and you need to let me sleep in your lap right now. I'm soooo warm and I love you sooo much. If you say no you'll be saying no to a thing that love you. Let me sleep in your lap. When I fall asleep I get warmer. I love you

[plutolichen]

Trying to figure out what my Oropher looks like

[ministarfruit]

helping bard figure out a coronation outfit in true shameless romcom fashion

[sharts-of-narsil]

[ministarfruit]

something to fight for

[maleinmari]

Bard "body pillow" and his husband "sprawled all over the bed" Thranduil

[lifesgrandparade]

I want you guys to all start making a bigger stink about Tumblr's Age Verification Horseshit.

[lifesgrandparade]

Like they tried to change Reblogs and people rightfully got up in arms, this is a LOT worse. In order to have access to any sort of thing dubbed mature, and We haveALL seen what they think is mature, Everything from a black and white photo of a black woman's arm, to posts about IUD recalls, to a nude painted by a 17th century artist, to anything involving the word Trans; you have to send your personal information to a third party site that WILL get hacked, and you will be doxxed. And they can say "Oh shit, well it wasn't us who sent your name address and gender identity to Moldovan teenagers, here's a couple extra minutes in the ball pit.

That's bad enough!!!!!!!! But the entire idea of needing permission from state authorities to access anything labeled mature by our friendly AI overlords is some fucking Boll shit. Die Gedenken Sind Frie baby. This is all a reaction to people getting uppity about their lowly lowly rights and is being propped up by the same bad actors tht have made life unlivable. Fuck that shit.

"Well it's only being rolled out in Brazil and UK" Yeah, to start. "Well they're being forced to do this by laws." YOu know it's always really funny when these tech giants (Or whatever you call owning tumblr dot com) get really antsy about laws considering they pick and choose which ones they abide by.

This is a breaking point and it's going to be very interesting to see how we proceed from here.