I haven't been drawing much lately, but chappell roan got me inspired again! Some none Tolkien art of my historical oc eritha in one of chappell's recent fits
It truly is a blessing to have a ginger lesbian oc in the age of chappell roan
Idk if I'll post more oc content on here, I do like keeping it more silm oriented, but I am just too proud of this to not share it
For the Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations ask game:
1. What tropes or themes do you enjoy reading from time to time but do not want to write or make art about yourself?
5. Do you have any OCs (original characters) for your fandom? Tell us about them!
10. Are there any tropes, themes, and stylistic choices often present in your fanworks that go beyond enjoyment but are part of who you are?
Thank you so much!!! And this is going to go under the cut because that second question got long:
1.) What tropes or themes do you enjoy reading from time to time but do not want to write or make art about yourself?
I still haven't figured out how to write good smut just yet (same with action scenes actually, too many moving parts that I struggle to keep track of), but I do enjoy reading it!
And while I've dabbled in fluff, it's very much not my wheelhouse, even though I do love a good comforting read!
5.) Do you have any OCs (original characters) for your fandom? Tell us about them!
So I just checked my OC folders to get a proper count and... Well it turns out I collect OCs like some other people collect stamps. In total for both my main fandoms, I've got thirteen so far (some are more developed than others). Keeping it to just Tolkien OCs though (and only those I might revisit/write for further in the future, I'm sorry Marjoram), for brevity's sake, I've got these six:
Hild: My human servant girl in the third age who is working in Minas Morgul and suffering from all sorts of terrible poisonings but she's still going to try and get some payback/satisfaction even if just through petty means (petty means here would be putting mercury in the drinking wells for the officers). She's also got a little voice in her head that popped up after she started working there that's very encouraging of her plans, and is totally not a bad sign of what's going on with her
Cenrir: Elf guy who got lost and fell into the WIP pit where all the scrapped concepts go to die. So now he's hanging out with Tavros and Tevildo (occasionally the scrapped Valar war twins), waiting to see if someone can come get him out (Tom Bombadil can apparently cross to and from but he rarely visits). He's trying to keep up a good front about this, but things are pretty weird. At least he didn't get eaten by spiders, which is a plus.
Hîthwen: My take on Orodreth's wife who I'm counting as an OC because she's barely a footnote in canon. An archivist and a massive nerd, she accidentally seduces Orodreth via debate while worrying about whether or not she's committing treason. Also she has a lot of thoughts on the Noldor and how they keep butting their noses everywhere. Doesn't like Tengwar even though she's learned to write it perfectly
(The next three are from the continuation to my Finduilas Lives AU, so not POV characters, but important nonetheless)
Eritha: Human woman from the southwest of Eriador who is traveling with a caravan across the Blue Mountains on her way back home. She's in her late forties and has seen enough of the world to call bullshit on a lot of things. Best person to have around if you need to track something or build a fire (or stop people from setting things on fire that they shouldn't), but please never let her near food or the apothecary materials, for everyone's sake
Dúramdir: My half-orc, half-avari character who is the healer in the caravan. Not the most talkative, but that's mostly due to some cultural reasons I still need to write down the meta for, but a great friend to have (and a serious mother hen if pushed, seriously, if you're told to stay on bed rest, stay on bed rest)
Saewine: Most unfortunately named sixteen year old in the world because he has a terrible case of boat-sickness. His family and friends will tell you he never thinks anything through. He will tell you he does in fact think everything through, he just always thinks whatever he does is worth the risk. Voted most likely to bring a stray home (or several)
10.) Are there any tropes, themes, and stylistic choices often present in your fanworks that go beyond enjoyment but are part of who you are?
I'm very bad at self-analyzing, but I think grief, memory, and stories within stories are safe bets when it comes to my writing. I love that stuff a lot and I always have it on the brain
i quote things ive said only to myself in pitch white insane person rooms like other people said them and when people ask me who said them i just say whatever the wikipedia article of the day is
I found this really cool article about the poetry of the fragment she's mentioned on: https://www.jstor.org/stable/292534
Anyway, this article led me to look up trochaic tetrameter, which is fascinating to me. Turns out William shakespeare uses it when he's writing the fairy's lines in midsummer, so it goes like this:
Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence.—Who is here?
Anyway, the cataletic trochaic tetrameter (The one greek plays used) is also called trochaic septenarius. And it's used for this hymn:
Once in royal David's city //
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby //
In a manger for his bed:
I don't know where I was going with this, but I sure love meter!
This one is a bit late because I didn't have much time to work on it due to a hospital visit yesterday.
It's Day 9 of Classicstober, Eritha. A Mycenean princess of Potnia ('lady' or 'mistress') at phagianes, a religious centre near the palatial centre Pylos.
fandom: assassin’s creed odyssey
characters/pairings: alexios, eritha (this chapter)
rating: m
summary: lowering their weapons and coming down off mount taygetos together, they’re both beginning to realize, was the easiest part of it all. It’s what comes after—the slow, shaky process of learning simply how to be around one another—that feels like fighting a whole new war.
warnings: mild spoilers for the i, diona questline.
In a house on Pilgrim Hill on Kythera Island, a scant hundred paces from the secret entrance to the underground altar where he was born in blood and fire in the autumn of his thirteenth year, a god named Deimos dies.
Three days later, behind the still-locked doors of the Temple of Aphrodite Kytherea on the northern tip of the island, a man who is no longer a god blinks open eyes still wet with tears for dreams he can’t recall in the soft glow of the morning sun.
read here: chapter i // chapter ii // chapter iii // chapter iv // chapter v // chapter vi