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Pov youre Sir Neumann seconds before getting crushed by a giant rat

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I'll be participating in ArtFight for the first time this year! Looking forward to throwing down with everyone. >:)

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Sahra’aq believed Eskisa when he said he was just checking his email… Foolish hunk, now the whole internet sees your abs.

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Birthday UnVale bump :)

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someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue

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More fantasy AU shenanigans as I try to figure out how Procreate Dreams works :0

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king under the mountain 🗻

so many of you liked the wip sketch of this i posted a while back so i am finally here with the full piece!! i will be posting two more different color schemes versions in another post so be sure to check them out too!

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Imagine if Bilbo lost his lil acorn once Smaug was dead.

Throin sees Bilbo looking around all panicked, digging through some pile of gold or gems, and asks about it, and this is where he learns about the acorn.

So of course he offers to help look, while they're looking for the Arkenstone, and eventually they've got the whole company looking for both. Thorin's head seems a little more clear suddenly, so everyone's more looking for the acorn than the arkenstone, because yeah they're looking for the arkenstone, but they'll know it when they see it, they have to CONCENTRAIT to find a lil acorn, and it's important they find IT soon or it'll get crushed, or die or rot. The arkenstone has lasted this long. It'll last a little longer.

And because they've all got he mindset if "yeah thats a bit of gold, but it's not an acorn. Sure sure some pretty gems but it's not an acorn!" In there heads, they stave of the gold sickness.

When Fili shouts, "I found it!" They're all rather disappointing when they realise he means the Arkestone. Thorin pockets it, but they return to their search for the acorn right away.

Then, one day, Thranduil shows up demanding the white gems and Thorin's standing up on the barracks like "Sure, if we come across them."

And Thranduil's like "what do you mean if you come across them?"

"There was a dragon in the mountain for over a century! He wasn't exactly cleaning and we're a bit preoccupied with our own search at the moment! I'll send them your way once we find them! If takes a day or a year, you'll live!" And then he disappears from Thranduil's sight.

Only to reappear after a moment, looking slightly irritated. The hobbit is by his side looking, perhaps hopeful? With a roll of his eyes, Thorin says, bitting out the words like they physically hurt to say "If you would like, perhaps you could send a select few of your most trusted guard, and if they might help us in our search, they can also look for your gems as well?"

Thranduil has never been more caught of guard in his life. Did a dwarf, one whom he'd had imprissoned in his dungeon less than a month ago, just invite his people into his most recently reclaimed treasurey?

"I'm sorry. What?" He blinks up at the dwarf- most elegantly, he assures you.

"Elves have very keen eyes, do you not?" Asks the little hobbit. "We're looking for my acorn, you see, that I got from Beorn the skin changer, I seem to have lost it in the dragon's chase, and we fear it'll be crushed. Throin says your box would likely be in the front of the treasurey, and we haven't searched there yet, though Smaug did follow us through there, so it's a fine place for your people to start. It would be greetly appreciated."

And really. The argument could go on, Thranduil's really not sure he believes there IS an acorn, but if it gets him those damned white gems, fine. He sends Tauriel and her guard, and Legolas volunteers himself.

When Bard shows up asking for aid for the town Thorin throws his hands up. "Your just as bad as the elves! We just got our montain back! Fah! At least you asked for nothing so specific!" And practically chucks a chest full of randomly scooped up gold and gems over at the man. "But if there is an acorn in there, you are to return it immediately!"

There isn't an acorn.

"Why would there be an acorn?" He asks Thranduil that evening as he takes tea with the Elven king who's made camp outside the Lonely Mountain as a statement to the dwarven king he doesn't mean to leave without what's rightfully his, regardless of their compliance.

"His husband appears to be rather attached to it." Thranduil shrugs. "I don't pretent to understand the ways of haflings, but if the hobbit has half so strong a love for that which grows from the earth, as the dwarves do that which is mined from it, and I was a king who'd dragged my consort half way across Middle Earth to risk his life battling a dragon for its hoard, I'd think it wise to have the Mountain turned upside down for one measly acorn as well."

Dain shows up and is about ready to storm the peacefully-aiding-the-humans-at-this-point-because-we're-here-what-else-do-we-have-to-do elves on principle, but Thorin puts a stop to it quick.

It takes Dain a day and a half to realised that Thorin did infact say "they were all looking for an Acorn," yesterday, and several minutes to understand that he was saying "no, we found the Arkenstone days ago," today.

And of course, the orcs and goblins show up and are defeated by the forced of them all, united under Acorn Peace Treaty of 2942

Sadly, weeks go by, and they do not find the acorn. They do eventually find the Gems, and Legolas and the majority of the elves return to Mirkwood, Legolas having made good friends with the Company, especially Gloin (this is a suprise tool that will help him later) but Tauriel remains, and if Thorin wasn't smitten with the hobbit, he might comment on just how close Kili is growing to her. At least she's respectful. Might just teach that boy a think or two. The opposite is, of course, true, and Tauriel becomes just as much a menace as the princes.

As the weeks go by and proper cataloging of the treasury commences, every dwarf who comes to help is shows a picture of the acorn every single morning, and promised a just reward for its discovery.

Eventually, Bilbo has to concede they aren't going to find it, but, well, by then he's not exactly planning to return to the Shire for long enough to care for a sprouting tree.

He does return long enough to stop all his things being auctioned off, no he's not a ghost, thank you very much, and have Bag End transfered to his cousin Drogo and his wife, before setting back out for Erebor with the things he intends to keep.

It's years before anyone thinks of the poor lost little acorn again, decades, infact.

One day, in the early morning of the 21st Durin's day after the reclaiming of Erebor, a dwarf comes rushing from the treasurey to find the Royals preparing for the celebration.

"Is it one of these, your highne- uh, Bilbo, your lost acorn?" He asks, stuttering over the title he knows the hobbit dislikes. "I can't really.... tell them apart."

And Bilbo just blinks, because in the cupped palms of the dwarf's are perhaps 15 or 20 little acorns...

"Where did you find these?" He asks.

"They were in the back."

"The back?" Thorin repeats, then catches himself and shoos the dwarf back the way he came "Show us."

They all- Bilbo and Thorin, the princeses, and a handful of the company who'd been present- follow the dwarf down into the treasurey, and then through the treasurey, past all the neat piles of gold and the many chests of organized gems and stones and all manner of other treasures, until they're presented with a very familiar back door.

Or rather, a hidden passage, tucked away in an alcove, where another handful of acorns' the few the Dwarf who'd brought them the first had likely missed- are scattered about.

"You did... just have the one, right Uncle Bilbo?" Fili asks.

"Or course I just had the one!" Bilbo retorts. "I couldn't have possibly carried that many with me all the way from Beorn's!"

With a resigned sort of sigh, as he begins to piece together the answer to a decades old mystery, Thorin steps forward and follows the tunnel up, up, up, and out of Erebor, the others- save the dwarf who brought them, dismissed by Bilbo with a smile, a thanks, and an oh, no, you may keep those- right behind.

As they walk, the acorns start to increase. Though there's never so many as to begin piling up in the tunnel, by the time they reach the end, the majority of the ground is covered in a solid layer if the little things, and the crunch underfoot as they all emerge onto the ledge which they had all once stood, with batted breath in the moon light as they realised they were at last, truly home.

"Was that here last time?" Kili asked, studying the impressive Oaktree shading the entire ledge that sat in front of the secret entrance to Erebor.

The trunk of the tree was wide and solid, sitting right up against the mountain side, and rather winning the battle of wills against the carved stone architecture of the dwarves. Its limbs grow twisted and wild, up and out in all directions. It's easily 250 or 300 feet tall. There is all sorts of life flittering about in its florishing branches, all covered in brilliant green leaves, and fresh green little acorns.

The growned all around them is covered in acorns as well, so many more than the tunnel.

"No." Thorin says, watching a squirrel dash down from the trunk of the tree, shove several acorns into its cheeks, and dash back up the trunk. "No it was not." He turns to Bilbo, and raises an eyebrow. "Lost it after the dragons chase, you said?"

Beet red and look quite flustered, all Bilbo can manage out is a squicky little "oops."

"'Oops' indeed." Thorin returns, smiling fondly.

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Bilbo 'Not Like Other Hobbits' Baggins

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Retelling The Hobbit Chapter 16: The Song of the Lonely Mountain First chapter / Previous / Next

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*crumbles into dust after finishing this* Thank you for reading! This The Hobbit webcomic adaptation thing takes a lot of effort to put together and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every comment. I also really appreciate the people who’ve spread the word of this comic to their friends! <3

And finally, we’re at the Song of the Lonely Mountain! Within Tolkien’s canon, The Hobbit is an in-universe book that was “written” by Bilbo Baggins, who occasionally lies/embellishes/exaggerates things. The tonal differences between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are explained by Bilbo and Frodo/Sam being different kinds of storytellers, with different relationships to “the truth.” This idea is the core of how I’m adapting the novel!  Bilbo is an unreliable narrator who is literally ‘drawing’ from his own limited experiences;  the different art styles reflect the different perspectives of other characters.   The “dwarf art style” in this chapter is inspired by stonework/metalwork in general— but especially by a mix of art deco, Celtic art, and European folk art. 

The central tension of the comic is between Bilbo and Thorin, who each have wildly different ideas about what kind of  story they’re in. Thorin is in a grand fantasy epic, while Bilbo is in a lighthearted children’s book adventure.  The tragedy is, obviously, that only one side of the story ever gets to be fully told.

On a sillier note, a few years ago I had my first gay crush on a lesbian who sang while playing the piano. This chapter is dedicated to the piano lesbian. I hope they’re doing well, wherever they are. XD

I think I might need a bit of a break but I’m hoping for the next chapter, titled “Dawn,” to arrive on January 13th. And your comments/support really do help motivate me to get more done! ^_^

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Happy 10th anniversary to the final part of my favorite trilogy ever!

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M E R R Y  C H R I S T M A S 

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Fumikage, Shadow and Shouji

Fumikage and Dark Shadow treat each other as a conjoined twin, though Fumi is an alata, an ancestry of birdfolk, and Shadow is a changeling that bonded with him at birth, taking on a form similar to his. Before UA, the pair eked out an existence in the underbelly of Silver Summit. Their parents were both members of a syndicate of assassins and thieves. They grew up slipping through the dark corners of the city, never fitting in even among the criminal underbelly due to their unique mix of personalities, and the mere oddity of Shadow's existence. After the syndicate was busted by the heroes of UA, Fumikage and Shadow were offered a fresh start at the school. Shadow (she/they) is very outgoing and boisterous, often breaking out into song at the most inopportune times. Occasionally, she helps set the mood for Fumi's roguish exploits with dramatic theme music. Surprisingly, this isn't very helpful. It isn't until they start attending UA together that Shadow is seen as her own person, and they are able to bond with their classmates. Shadow makes fast friends with Uraraka and the other girls, while Fumi finds fast friends in Shouji to whom he feels a kinship, and later much of the rest of the class.

Shouji is a stone elf. Stone elves are the most mundane of the elven races, commonly living among other ancestries in the urban centers of the world. Unlike his kin, Shouji grew up in an isolated mountain village. Everyone there was as close as family, working together to raise children and tend their crops. When he was a child, a rift into the expanse, a realm of darkness, opened in his hometown. A plague of malice warped and consumed the villagers one by one, until only he was left. As the only survivor, he was left cursed with extra limbs and an unnaturally mutable body. He is very self-conscious of his mutations, and does his best to keep them hidden. He was recruited to attend by Nezu, who learned of his situation through mysterious means. He is now a ward of UA. Though he planned to learn what he could and move on without drawing attention to himself, he hit it off with Fumi and Shadow early on, and later bonded with the rest of the class. He gives the best hugs, and was designated the official class cuddle buddy after he revealed how much he misses platonic affection.

(Mina especially thinks his curse is the coolest thing ever, though he's still shy to go without his mask in public.)

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Hitoshi, Eri, Aizawa, Yamada and Nemuri

Hitoshi is a sphinx. He was abandoned as a cub because of his powerful brainwashing deviation. It didn't take long for him to be captured by slavers, though before they could make it back to their base, he was rescued by Aizawa. From then on, he grew up within UA's walls. Aizawa trained him in perception by leaving him with his students, asking him to judge their character based on his observations. A few expulsions were made based on his vibe checks. He is part of 1A from the beginning, quick to play a trick or simply sit back and watch the chaos unfold. Because he spent much of his upbringing around adults, he has an 'old soul' vibe. Eventually, he lightens up as the class gets closer. Kaminari worms his way in first, though he also grows close with Sero, Momo, Izuku and Shouji.

Hizashi is a harpy native to the mountains of Gallinule. He was born and raised in Silver Summit, a thriving mountaintop city on the border of Alatia, the plane of air, and the material plane. He started out as a happy and carefree bard, but under Nezu's tutelage, he sharpened his natural intellect and became a downright deadly strategist.

Aizawa is an adha-nayana, born to an elven mother and an absentee nayana father. His mother resented him, and he was quick to move out as soon as he was able. He studied to be a rogue, mastering stealth and ambush tactics. Like Hizashi, he honed his analysis and intellect as one of Nezu's personal students. At the start of 1A's first year, a league of villains attacked the students. In defending them, his fae lineage manifested, turning him into a nekomata. >:3

Kayama is a nagash, a unique ancestry whose origins are yet unknown. She grew up in the Meadow, and has no knowledge of her parentage, raised by the tricksters of the shifting fields. She is a huge flirt, though she prefers the chase more than the catch. Using her psionic powers, she can intensify emotions or lull her targets to sleep. She played a big part in training Shinsou's own psychic abilities. She was Aizawa and Yamada's senpai, and still considers herself a big sister to them. She got them both teaching positions at UA after she started as a psionics and art teacher.

Aizawa and Hizashi formed an adventuring party directly out of school, joining up with Kayama and their other friends and classmates on occasion. Once they all started working for Nezu together, they took on high-stakes jobs at the rat's discretion, freeing the oppressed and enacting justice on the wicked.

Fun fact, Aizawa, Shinsou and Shouto are the only ones whose designs remained pretty much unchanged from the initial doodles I did several years ago. They are without flaw. Perfect boys. Best boys.

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Aliquis AU, AKA Cramming the BNHA Beans Into My World, Part 3

Kouda, Jirou and Momo

Kouda is an awakened golem. Attuned with nature, he can communicate with all manner of beasts. While he can speak, his voice is extremely low and gravelly. He hunches down and uses tradersk sign language to avoid frightening others. Golems spend much of their lives as a sleeping mound of stone, waking when they are called upon. One day, a young Jirou found herself lost in the woods near her village. When she called out for help, Kouda heard her and woke up, guiding her back to the village. From then on, she came to visit him often, and the two became dear friends. He attends UA not because he has any great interest in adventure or diplomacy, but to broaden his horizons, and to accompany his best friend whose life, he knows, is all too short in his eyes.

Jirou is a hahku; an ancestry influenced by Alatia, the plane of air. Her batlike appearance is the result of a deviation—a magical mutation that commonly affects mundane individuals. Her deviation gives her incredible hearing and flight, though she prefers to stick close to the ground. She aims for the academy to further her goal of becoming a bard, following in her parents' footsteps. At UA, she is initially very overwhelmed, having spent her childhood primarily in the company of a near-silent Kouda. However, she soon hits it off with her classmates, taking a particular shine to Momo.

Momo is a selkie, though she only learned so in the months leading up to her enrollment at UA. Her father kept her mother's and her pelt locked away constantly. She spent her childhood longing for something she couldn't name, an ever-present itch under her skin. Without her pelt, her mother was forced to follow her father's every whim, including concealing the truth from their daughter. During a gala hosted at her family's estate, Aizawa, Yamada and Kayama infiltrated and freed her and her mother following a tip from one of her mother's podmates who was able to track her down after she escaped her own captivity. They brought Momo to UA for safety, and soon after she agreed to join the class to help people like herself and her mother. The one good thing her father gave her was a rare transmutation deviation that allows her to transform her lipids into other materials or objects. While she had her entire childhood to master creation, her selkie abilities are still very new to her. While she instinctively maintains a mild-mannered and dutiful composure, she has a rebellious streak a mile wide. She often provides materials for the various pranks and hijinx her classmates get up to, reveling in her newfound freedom.