You: *casually dishing out RnS chapters that would probably change the chemical makeup of my brain if I gave in and googled any lore about the hermits*
Me: *dodging with increasing desperation, sweat on my brow, knowing I absolutely cannot afford a new obsession* MERCY PLEASE I BEG YOU
Ahaha I don't ! Want to put a damper on your enthusiasm ! But unfortunately the hermits don't drop banger lines like that often [unless you're Doc or Rendog, in which case you drop lines like that all the time specifically because you know it makes people go nuts lol]. Helsknight is a very, very small character in the grand scheme of things, and Tanguish is an OC. An OC heavily inspired by one of the hermits! But still.
This is a bit of a "Writing Casting Rain using two characters who barely exist in cannon, let alone interact in canon" kind of scenario lol
One could argue I should just start writing my own goddamn books, but that would require finding a publishing company, and who has time for that?
Hello! I love your art, especially the way you draw clothes! ❤️
Hello! I'm really happy you think so ♥ Thank you so so much ♥
I've been struggling to not make the answer to this question self depricating, because I don't think my designs are good. I'm technically a fashion designer (studied that, have a degree on it, worked as a designer on a kid's brand) so my expectations for my own creations are a bit different.
But you are telling me that you like them, a wonderful cosplayer choose my Annatar design to cosplay, and another wonderful person has commissioned me to desing some clothes for their Middle Earth characters. So, it'd be very rude to talk badly about my designs. Instead of that, I'm gonna share some part of my designing process and some details I've put in them under the cut ♥
Ok, the only characters I actually sat down to design once I finished reading The Silm where the feanorians. All the rest have kinda came from those designs (in design we would call them "Diseño rector". I don't have the english term for that).
First skecthes of them were this tiny thumnails
I changed these a lot. But I kept some elements. Specially from Maglor's first design and Amrod's. Curufin's smith clothes ended up being Celebrimbror's usual clothes (with much less detail becase I have never drawn a not meme version of him with clothes).
The general idea was to keep Feanor and Nerdanel with more royal like clothes while, at the same time, making Feanors clothes not to flowy or flashy, more like confortable to move around, because he was more into travelling and crafting rather than politics. Fingolfin's clothes for example are similar, but have long sleeves and, if I ever were to draw him again, I'd add more layers to his clothes
Maedhros was meant to have a mix of warrior clothes and formal ones, like he is a fighter, but also a prince and diplomat. I only used that like, once. After that, I opted for casual, western like clothes, that are meant to look more modest. Like he is, you know, traveling around and tired of his family and problems. And, most importantly...he wears lots of blue, because he is closer to the nolofinweans. He wore more red in Valinor, but started using more and more blue after Thangorodrim.
First Curufin there was more heavily armored, because I felt he was more violence-inclined. But I ended up discarding that in favor of more forge friendly clothes as I realized he was more of a manipulation guy, but not a fancy one. Not gonna lie, only drew him like twice, so I haven't worked to much on him. He wears only red.
Celegorm changed a lot. He was meant to have a more western look, and use lots of leather, but still look well dressed. Now I draw him with minimum clothing (still more leather and fur than the rest, tho) because he just doesn't care. He also wears all red, but in a more muted tone and a tiny bit more maroon/brownish
Maglor is the one that changed the least. He was meant to be dressed in a similar fashion than Nerdanel, both for personal views of his gender and to point out that he is more kin to her, for me. Both him and Caranthir have more formal and very not-practical outfits to show that they aren't that much into fighting and moving around, even if they did those. But Maglor in particular doesn't wear red at all. I use both green a blue for him. In this case, is not related to his cousins, but the sea. The only time I used red for him was when I drew him in full armor.
Caranthir uses the same kind of clothes as Maglor, but in his case is to look fancier. I use reddish purples for him, since purple is usually associated with wealth, and also separates him from all the rest.
(also, yes, his hair is dark red. This was mostly because I usually have a hard time telling him apart from Curufin. I thought it would be easier like that, but instead got very confused tags hahaha)
Photo limit doesn't allow to show the changes on the ambarussa, but let's just say that I only drew him once, and went for VERY simple clothes, more like Mae's, in the same colors too.
And finally, Celebrimbor. He is dressed basically like Curufin, always very simple, comfortable and modest. It's more about he as a creator than a leader. I Have thought of some fancies clothes for him, but never got around to draw them yet because I like showing his arms way too much. He dresses much like Curufin, uses his hair like him and Feanor (because it reflects on their common necessity of having forge friendly looks), but would NEVER wear anything red or gold. The reason I went for blue is both because of how he rejected his lineage and because of the time he spent in Gondolin.
And yep, that's all.
Like, I had drawings of actual, well done references of Annatar's outfits, or like 10 designs option sketches I did for Thranduil, but decided to write a thesis about these guys. And worst of all, I'm not spell checking this, so it's going to be a mess.
If you read all of this nonsense: i love you. Thank you.
Aaaa I love your portraits series!! They're all so gorgeous!! I especially love your latest one, specifically Fëanor and Nerdanel!!
Awww thank you so much!! I'm happy to hear you're enjoying the portraits!! ❤️❤️❤️ I'm having lots of fun drawing them (though Feanor's colour palette gave me a bit of trouble loll so much embroidery! XDDD)
They all settle into Virgil’s room, sitting on the circular mattress of foreign, soft material.
After Roman sets him down onto the bed, Virgil pulls him down by the arm, manhandling him into a seated position so Virgil can drag himself into his lap. This is not the first time he’s done this, but it still makes Roman blush. (And, the whispers taunting him with the possibility of it being a romantic gesture are not helping, in that regard)
“So, we need to talk about what happened last night.” Logan asserts aloud, knocking Roman back out of his flustered headspace.
“First, how did you two get so hurt so quickly??” Patton frowns, “I know we were in dangerous territory, but I was only separated from Virgil and Logan for a few minutes!”
Then, an onslaught of whispers explaining the situation.
Roman catches bits and pieces where he is mentioned, though he wishes he could block his ears to it and pretend the whole thing never happened…
“Roman, is that true?” Patton gasps, clutching the sleeves of his cardigan. Roman hates the look on his face — some horrible, gut-wrenching mix of pity and horror — but he doesn’t look away. A Paladin faces the consequences of his actions.
Roman nods,
“It…was my fault. I’m sorry.”
Roman is keenly aware of the shift against his chest, of Virgil’s gaze on him, but he can’t look down to meet his eyes. He barrels on, unable to stop his rambling,
“I was being reckless and petty. I put all of you in danger, and I nearly got everyone killed. I-…I killed—”
“Shut the fuck up.” Virgil grumbles, glaring up at him. Roman snaps his jaw shut, surprised.
(I mean, he had expected Virgil to be angry with him, but that isn’t exactly the sentence Roman had been anticipating.)
“Pardon?”
“I said shut up! Gods, do you actually believe that?!” Virgil frowns, “That wasn’t your fault. You didn’t put anyone in danger.”
“I beg to differ.” Logan frowns, and Virgil’s icy glare immediately snaps to him while Roman’s heart turns to stone and drops to his stomach. This was a reaction he had been expecting, but that didn’t make it feel any better.
“If he hadn’t ran off on his own on some ridiculous quest to slay a monster, none of that encounter would have happened. He snuck away in the middle of the night to confront her after repeatedly being advised against it. He shouldn’t be surprised that the situation went downhill from there.” Logan chides, “He was being foolhardy.”
“Yeah, running off on his own was stupid, but that doesn’t make what happened afterward his fault! It’s not like he could help it!” Virgil snaps, “And he wasn’t the only one being reckless! Don’t think it escaped my attention that you went hunting around for hag’s eyes instead of the rest of the group! —And you voluntarily made a deal with that bitch!”
“There were no better ways to resolve the situation at my disposal. Roman had a brainslug!”
“Yeah, and you sound like you’re blaming him for it!”
Logan is caught off guard at that.
He turns to Roman, eyes wide, though his frown is still present. Roman shrinks a little under his stare, and Virgil squares his shoulders, putting himself between the two.
Roman realizes with a start why Virgil had seated them the way he did; he’s made himself into a barrier.
“It’s okay. I get it!” Roman interjects, trying to sound less crushed than he is to get Virgil to back down. He doesn’t want a fight to break out here.
“No, Roman, wait.” Logan pinches the bridge of his nose, swearing under his breath in Elven, “It wasn’t my intention to imply… —You should take responsibility for running off without a word, because that was irresponsible of you!”
Roman nods, waiting for the kick… But, instead, Logan gives Roman a soft look. Roman is almost certain he hates this pseudo-guilt more than the anger.
“You put yourself in danger. That is what I was trying to say.” Logan sighs.
“I am angry with you for that, but I don’t blame you for what happened to you afterwards. Or Virgil. That was not your fault, that was the Coven’s.”
…Roman isn’t quite sure he agrees with that, but he gets the distinct impression Virgil will yell at him if he disagrees, so he keeps his mouth shut.
Patton gives Logan an encouraging smile, then reaches over to pat Roman’s leg, sighing,
“Roman, I love that you’re courageous and gallant and all, but you worry us to death when you go out picking fights you aren’t ready for! Logan was scared for you. We all were.”
“I know why you did it, but you can’t do that again, man.” Virgil nods, deflating slightly. He and Logan share an exhausted look, and luckily, neither of them seem to be angry at the other about the miscommunication. (That’s good, because if Roman had found himself secondhand ruining their friendship, he would cry.)
“I wish I could promise that I won’t.” Roman frowns, feeling ice run through his veins as he awaits their response, “—I mean, I won’t go running back to her any time soon, but if there’s some other menace out there that I am prepared to handle… I mean, protecting people from evil is my duty, I can’t just let those things be! I tried to warn you before, but I really can’t just leave it alone if I know I could solve the problem!”
“I’m not asking you to leave it alone.” Virgil groans the words like it pains him, (and honestly, it probably does,)
“But I am telling you not to go alone. Not again. We go together, so you don’t end up dead and alone in the woods somewhere.”
“Agreed!” Patton grins, and Logan nods,
“If we can’t stop you, at least let us keep you from getting yourself killed in vain.”
Roman feels a familiar warmth bubble up in his chest, with the two of them smiling at him like that. He’s not sure if he wants them putting themselves in danger to help him, but damn if he’s not flattered by their loyalty; he wants nothing more than to embrace it.
So, Roman nods, barely suppressing his own smile of relief.
“Now, what happened after that?” Virgil frowns, leaning his head back against Roman’s shoulder and closing his eyes. His breathing is deep and shallow; he’s trying to get as much essential conversation in as he can before he passes out again.
“You revived me. —Are you guys okay?! No one here hurt you, right?”
“No, we’re fine~! Some dirty looks, but that was it.” Patton smiles, reaching over to hold Virgil’s hand.
“We were led here by soldiers who recognized you.” Logan explains, “They led us to your Empress, and she and your Lady helped us with the ritual. The Empress called Eilistraee for aid, and we discussed your…situation.”
Virgil groans and covers his face with his hand, “Please tell me you didn’t embarrass yourselves in front of them.”
“On the contrary, I think our conversations were very enlightening!” Logan smiles, completely missing the point. “I have a better idea of what you will require going forward, for our classes. …Though, Eilistraee suggested that we should also find you a Sorcerer for mentorship. And, she had implied that one would find us promptly..?”
Virgil snaps to attention. He uncovers his face and nods,
“I know a guy. He’s looking for me. If we’re going to be sitting ducks here for a while, while my body remembers how to function, he should catch up to us. I, uhh…”
Virgil coughs, his voice quieting slightly, “I think you guys already…know each other? His name’s Dee?”
Hearing the poorly disguised excitement in his voice at the idea, Patton and Logan both try not to look agitated… Roman seems pleased, though, and smiles,
“Mama needs me and Remus to meet her in town, so our groups were going to be converging at some point, anyway! —I told you guys it was fate that we should meet~!! Everything’s coming together!”
“Wait, I thought Dee was a wizard?” Patton frowns, and Virgil shakes his head,
“No, that’s a cover. —If we’re all going to be working together, you should probably get used to the idea of him being less than honest. Almost everything that comes out of his mouth is total bullshit.”
“Oh, we are well aware.” Logan grumbles.
“Wait, before we get too far from the subject,” Patton frowns, and Roman doesn’t like the sad look returning to his face one bit, “…What were you talking about, before, Ro? ‘Petty?’ What made you sneak off like that?”
Roman blanches.
Virgil must feel him stiffen — or maybe he remembers their short, incredibly one-sided conversation in the woods — and speaks up in his stead,
“That wasn’t his fault, it was mine. We were going to wind up there regardless.”
...And, once again, he has completely astounded Roman. He needs to stop expecting things from this man.
“How is that possible?” Logan frowns, just as confused.
“It’s a long story I’m too tired to be embarrassed about…” Virgil shrugs,
“I made a deal with Granny a few years ago, to save a bystander. She said she would spare their life, but I would owe her one the next time I returned to her wood. The next time I saw her, she would take a member of my party.”
“What?!” Patton and Roman yell in unison, and Virgil’s ears flatten to his head for a moment as he frowns in distaste.
“And you didn’t think to mention that?!” Roman whines, scandalized.
“I didn’t expect you to run off!” Virgil elbows Roman in return, then looks up at him, “…And…I didn’t want you to think less of me. For taking the easy way out… That was before I got all fucked up. Honestly, I could have killed her if I wanted to, and been done with all of this. But I was too scared. I’m not…like you.”
There is an unexpected, strikingly soft tone to his voice as Virgil admits this. He seems surprised by it himself, after it’s out in the air. Virgil quickly barrels forward, waving his hand dismissively,
“Honestly, I’m relieved the one she meant was mine. I would have felt bad if I had gotten someone else damned for my mistake. —It doesn’t matter now, anyway. She killed me; she got her reward.”
“Not quite,” Logan frowns, “We had to break her claim to revive you. Logically, that should mean the deal is broken, but she may not see it that way. In fact, I would bet that she still considers you to be in debt.”
“Well, good thing none of us plan on going back into her territory!” Patton smiles, with a less than pointed look at Roman. Roman blushes and nods, but Virgil’s gone stock still.
Roman hears his breathing quicken, and though he can’t see his face, Roman can see the slight yellow glow reflecting on his white hair. Virgil grips Roman’s arm, claws digging painfully into his skin,
"Oh my god. Annie.” Virgil whispers fearfully.
An onslaught of whispers hits them then, warning of some giant wolf called Jasper (Roman thinks he remembers Virgil mentioning someone like that before, but he wasn’t paying attention) who is apparently gunning for their little nereid. Patton and Roman both pale as Virgil starts to ramble,
“Annie! Oh my god, she’s gonna kill her! Fuck!! No, no—”
“No, she won’t.” Logan promises sternly, a flash of magic in his eyes when he speaks. He lays his hand over Virgil’s, and Virgil relaxes his grip, but only slightly.
“I am going to go get her.”
“What did we just say about splitting up?!” Virgil hisses, the Calm Emotions charm just barely keeping hold on him. Logan shakes his head,
“This is different, and you know that. I am not sneaking off without a word, and we don’t have another option. You are too weak to travel, and if we wait any longer to cross back into the Prime Material, we may reach her too late. Besides, I am the only one of us who can ferry messages back and forth, and I can only do that from outside of the city.”
Roman is aghast at this, and shakes his head vehemently,
“Then I’m coming with you!”
“No you are not!” Logan and Virgil both say — or shout, in Virgil’s case — at once. Logan elaborates first,
“You are also too weak to travel, and you two are the only ones of us who have encountered Jasper! He would sniff you out immediately.”
“You’re the weakest and slowest member of our party, and he’s a wolf shifter!” Virgil shakes his head, “He’ll still hear you, and he’ll hunt you down like a newborn deer!”
Logan smiles at him. Roman assumes he’s trying to be soothing, but he knows that mad scientist glint to his eyes when he sees it…
“Not if I cast Silence. Besides, he has no reason to suspect me more than any other townsperson, and the Hag only has her power over the town because she pretends to be their protector. He wouldn’t be allowed to kill citizens at random.”
“Then it’s settled! Me and Logan will get Annie.” Patton nods, and Roman whines. Logan and Virgil look no less pleased.
“You will be going nowhere!” Logan frowns, “I can’t allow you to put yourself in danger any more than Roman or Virgil. You are still…ill.”
“Oh, you did not just pull that card!” Patton gasps, slapping Logan’s arm, (He pulls it, of course, but it still hurts a little,)
“I’ve been doing just fine this entire trip, and I am a grown man! I can handle being ‘a little ill’!“
“Patton, I didn’t mean to—”
“You invited me on this whole adventure because you needed protection, and you knew I could keep us both safe!” Patton huffs, furious, “The last time I split from you three, one of you ended up dead. None of us are going on any side quests or rescue missions solo anymore! I’m coming with you, and that’s the end of it!”
“Yes, fine, alright.” Logan sighs, knowing he isn’t going to win this one. This just makes Roman more upset, and he shouts in frustration,
“No! You two aren’t going anywhere without me!”
“That’s rich.” Logan notes offhandedly, and wow, that stings, but Roman doesn’t have time to be sad about it, because they aren’t listening,
“I mean it!” Roman demands desperately, trying his best to convey how serious he is without giving up his secret, “You can’t go anywhere I can’t follow you— I can’t protect you! You can’t leave me behind, I’m coming with you!”
“No!” Virgil demands again, shaking his head and redoubling his grip on Roman’s arm. It hurts a lot, but Roman is suddenly more concerned with the near-delirious look on his face. His eyes are starting to glow again as he works back up into a panic,
“No, Roman, you can’t! Not ag— Not all of you.” Virgil shakes his head, closing his eyes tight when he feels the sparks starting to build there. His tone is rushed and shaken, like he’s trying to make sense of his thoughts as he says them aloud,
“You’re hurt too, and you still don’t know how to use your sword! You won’t make it out there! You can’t leave me alone, If you leave I’ll— I need you to stay here!”
…Okay, there is definitely something wrong here. But still, Roman feels that all-too-familiar tug at his core at Virgil’s last statements…
Roman looks up between Logan and Patton for a moment.
They look just as confused and distressed as Roman is, but under that, they…really do look well rested. And he’s seen them in action before; Logan is nothing if not a competent magician, and despite how he looks, Patton is even stronger than Roman is. If any of them could make it out on a last-ditch rescue effort, it would have to be them. With his current state, and everything he’s accomplished lately, Roman’s certain he would be more of a hindrance to the mission then anything… It hurts to let them go, but it’s the only thing he can do.
“Virgil…” Roman sighs, already knowing the answer, “Are you asking for my help?”
“Yes. —I don’t want to! I don’t kn—…I’m sorry.” Virgil grumbles while shaking his head, the picture of contradiction. He hugs his legs to his chest, and his eyes open again, though his pupils are still yellow.
“…Virgil?”
“You have to stay.” He nods resolutely, “…But I still don’t like this.” he growls, letting his head thud against his knees. Either out of frustration, or because he’s gotten too tired to hold it up.
“I don’t want any of you to go. This sucks ass. I can’t… I just got back, you know?!”
Patton scoots over and gives Virgil a crushing hug, which he gladly leans in to.
“I know, kiddo. But I’m sure it will all turn out fine!” Patton soothes him softly, “Now we know exactly where to go and where to avoid, and Logan can report back to you guys all the time so you know we’re okay! We’ll just run to grab her and be right back, as quick as we can. In the meantime, you two get some rest!”
Virgil closes his eyes and hums in acknowledgement. After a bit of silence, he grumbles, pushing himself away from Patton,
“Roman, can you get me my bags from that drawer? The first one.” He flicks his hand roughly towards the entire left side of the room (which, thankfully, has one only one dresser). Roman does as he’s asked, watching Virgil rifle through his satchels.
Virgil pulls out two daggers, both wrapped in leather. He unsheathes one of them, to show off the odd violet sheen to the black metal. Virgil nods to himself, then hands one to Patton. He hands the other to Logan, and mumbles,
“Take my cloak too, teach. You’ll need it.”
“What are these?” Patton muses giddily, fastening the blade’s frog to his pack.
“Poisoned. Heavily.” Virgil snaps sternly, “The toxin will only take on the first use, and it will kill on contact. Use them very carefully, and do not accidentally cut yourself with it.”
Virgil leans back against Roman’s shoulder, clearly struggling to stay awake.
“Jasper is the head of the pack, and the one who gives them Granny’s orders. If he falls, they run back home for instruction. He’s grey with red eyes, nearly five and a half feet tall at the shoulder. You can’t miss him”
Logan and Patton nod. One of Virgil’s eyes winks open, under no small effort, to give the two’s general direction a very serious stare.
“If you find him?” Virgil muses, more of a statement then a question,
Hello, your art's dope!! I remember you did a comic about Hanzo giving Jesse his current human-looking prosthetic arm, but I can't seem to find it, even though I've searched your blog high & low for it. All I know for sure is that it was definitely yours, because your art style is unmistakable. Did Tumblr take it down??
