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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@sallysavestheday
My little papercraft Maglor from @southaway finally arrived!!! He actually arrived a couple days ago but I've been a bit busy with work
Thank you so much again!!! He looks so pretty in person and I love all the different papers you chose and the little gems for his jewelery!
He's got a great spot on my bookshelf in my room :3
Southaway also has their digital commissions open and you should absolutely check those out!!!!
I'm glad he got there safely! I really enjoyed working on him!
into the mountain
I was explaining the concept of @crablorday to a friend (who happened to have lived in Maryland for a number of years and had just mentioned the state), and she was absolutely stricken that I hadn’t planned any fanworks. So… at her request. A Maryland themed Crablor for posterity.
If anyone makes a joking about old bay-ing our sweet Crablor, violence will be had.
Crablor purse is done! 🦀 🎉
Very very happy with how he turned out (the zipper was much easier to put in than I feared!) I even gave him a little Silmaril charm and a tiny 8-pointed star for the zipper.
POV: you just woke up Lord of Himring Maedhros Fëanorian from his afternoon nap and he’s pissed off at you because he had to put on his dressing gown and his ‘I just woke from a nap, you asshole’ bling to come greet you. You’re dead meat. WYD?
me personally? i would strip, bend over, and hand him this. anyway, latest commission, featuring maedhros, a delight to draw as always!
COMMISSION ME | PRINTS
Snippet Saturday
thank you @ffigwit @/dancerinthestorm @kylobith @eilinelsghost for tagging me! I very much appreciate the love, I have just been criminally busy lately!
Finally had some time to myself today to work on a fic about Elendil I'm hoping to have done for Númenor Week. This fic is basically me answering the question: what if someone decided to climb that blessed-cursed-depressed old man like a tree? It takes place when Elendil is having a crisis in the aftermath of Anárion's death and summons a seer to tell his future. The seer in question is from the White Mountains and so has the seedlings of Dúnedain scepticism which Duinhir will be exhibiting at full force three thousand years later. She takes one look at the mental health disaster that is the High King of the Realms in Exile and is all: Well, the racial superiority rhetoric is clearly bullshit, the only special thing about him is that he wants to die so damn bad. I need to fuck him.
She was a brown creature. Brown-haired, brown-eyed, brown-skinned. Even her clothes were brown, although more of a russet shade. A brown cloth bound back her hair, red runes patterned along it with stars about its edges. Beads of amber glowed at her wrists and gleamed about her neck, one heavy drop of it, some insects trapped within it, hung between her breasts. He was momentarily tempted to attempt to work out what species exactly muddied the golden stone, but quickly looked away. She was slight, the faintest traces of a glare between her eyes and around her mouth as she craned her neck to look up at him. He had the impression that she resented him already and he had not even opened his mouth. "My lord," she said. "You have ordered a fortune-teller and I am here." Her Adûnaic was fluent but heavily accented. He wondered if she struggled to shed the accent of her birth or simply refused to. "I did," said Elendil, indicating for her to sit. "And I am glad that you have come." She did not sit. Instead she stared at him, neck still craned to look him in the eye. "You truly are monstrously large, do you know that?" Elendil wondered if that was a fault of the tongue, before seeing the gleam in her eyes and realising that the word was purposeful. Most Middle Men were awed by Númenórean height and beauty. Some, however, mostly in Harad, saw them as unnatural, an abomination, stretched and sanded to proportions unnatural to the human form. Elendil had spent his life looking down at people, but since Númenor's fall he found himself looking ever lower, faces tilted up in awe and wonder and distrust. He tried to gauge how old she was—that was another metric that he had had to get used to recalibrating upon his arrival in Middle Earth—and suspected, judging by the wrinkles on her forehead and about her mouth that she was in her forties. Old enough to have grandparents who remembered a time before Gondor's founding. "My ancestors would have been taller," he said, because he did not know what to say. She raised an eyebrow, whether in doubt or surprise, and said, "I did not think, with their long sight and powerful minds, that the Men of Westernesse would have need of a humble augur from the White Mountains." She was prodding him for weaknesses, he realised, working out exactly where she stood. "I have not my father's gift," Elendil admitted. "I see a little, but all is uncertain in this hour." He did not say that with every year the burden of Númenor's memory became heavier. The future, the minds of others, he could not reach them, blurred as they were beyond the ever-expanding darkness of his own mind. He wondered if it was death, or living death, senses blurred and mind leaden, dreams dark and twisted, half-remembered nightmares that left him uneasy and unrested in the morning. Bed was no longer a respite. Maybe you should ask her for a sleeping draught as well.
tagging @endless-natterings @ithilienns @inkedmoth @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @balrogballs @sallysavestheday if you would like to share what you're working on!
Whale bone bird sculpture by Inuk artist Joseph Saimut
Barques en automne, 1891. Pierre Georges Jeanniot, 1848-1934. Pastel on paper laid on canvas.
Victorian Gold & Silver Harlequin Necklace
c. 1880
Vert Ecrin - Michel Buylen , 2024.
Belgian, b. 1953 -
Acrylic on panel , 25 x 25 cm.
The Little Art Connoisseur (1863) August Friedrich Siegert
Last time this came around I showed my three year old and he said "He's little like me!" and stared for a whole minute (v. Long in toddler time).
I finished the last constellation tonight. All 40 of them are now done! Went through and double checked and every stitch is in place for them and all the beads are in place. Which just leaves the milky way part to do.
Started stitching the Milky Way in. Slowly making progress on it as I am hiding the travelling thread so the back will look nice.
Looks pretty cool and keeps the readability of the other stitches. Very happy with it. Just a thousand or so to do. As they are in a grid roughly every centimetre apart.
Update on the constellation quilt. I have gotten the last Milky Way stitch done now. Which means the quilting part of this project is done. My next step will be to baste the edges down, remove the pattern, trim the quilt square, and lastly attach the binding.
Progress on the constellation quilt has come along quite a lot now. Finished the binding on the quilt over the weekend. I prefer to machine stitch the binding to the front then hand stitch the back side. It gives such a nice finish to the quilt. Took the time to measure it also and it ended up being 72" by 72" (183cm by 183cm).
With that done I could finally start removing the pattern. Which is taking both less time and more time that I thought it would. As it rips really easily so that goes fast, but the tiny corners and removing it under the beads is slow. You can now see the difference in the glow effect with it against the dark front of the quilt instead of the pattern.
Behold the stars of the constellations of the northern sky! I love how this quilt has turned out. It was a lot of fun to work on and the effect is so cool in person. Overall I would estimate it took about 90-100 hours to complete. Give or take 10 hours if you want to count the time I spent custom dying the fabric.
I made sure to get a nice photo of it in daylight. For once I also remembered to get a quilt label on it. The back really shows the difference in readability of the quilting on the ice dyed fabric compared to the solid front. Thank you everyone that has followed this. I am glad you all found joy in it.
Those that are interested, here is the pattern I used by Haptic Lab. I made the large northern hemisphere version, and plan to make the matching southern hemisphere one next year. I also got your back for the less crafty people. Haptic Lab sells finished quilts in this pattern, both as a large quilt and a small one.
FINROD FELAGUND
latest instalment in the Hot Elves By Balls™️ series features Finrod in an outfit I would probably actually kill people to wear… commissioned by the wonderful @justdrowthings, whose brief for this portrait included the phrases “peak why do we talk about ANYONE when this guy exists” and “major art directive - break me”, and agreeing entirely, I was only too happy to oblige 😌😌😌
commission details etc
that was everything I was hoping it would be. marvelous
I love this because you know exactly where it's going and you're not disappointed
I was so looking forward for the Jupiter gravity and it didn't disappoint and THEN THE SUN GRAVITY MADE ME HOLLER
i think you could reach escape velocity on pluto by just jumping really hard
THWE DRAMATIC PAUSE IN THE SUN GRAVITY HAD ME
Horse figure of the day: Gene & Rebecca Tobey "Dust"
I adore this.
Animals have a good ole roll in the dirt is one of my favorite things:)
hi can i request something with finduilas the elf and turin please? thank you!!
Hi! Thanks for the request, here they are! Sorry it took so long, I have been slow at art lately
Next up is Varda and Manwe
WIPurgatory: Elrond & Elwing Reunion
illustration from forever months ago that never escaped the rough sketch stage, probably because it is too depressing to paint. words from my elwing fic, she that was young and fair
hahaha imagine. imagine seeing your son at six and then the next time you see him he’s taller than you. and realising you’ll never know how tall he’d been at ten. imagine that. imagine reuniting with your son after six thousand years and the first thing you ask him is ‘how tall were you at ten’ because you had pictured him so clearly at that age yet knowing full well that you couldn’t possibly know. how tall he was at ten. who was taller. him or elros. how tall was elros at ten. boys grow so differently don’t they. especially at ten. imagine spending six thousand years wondering that. imagine seeing your mother and realising she looks younger than you. because she was so young when she… haha why don’t i just fucking die. anyway this is why i didn’t finish this.
