By a sheer miracle I managed to get my ass off from the couch and to go and continue Morgoths crown/helmet🎉
So here's a lil' update to show how it's coming along~💖
I glued random things like fake nails, cabochons, flat fake diamonds and also just plain ol' hot glue to the base to give the helmet more texture cuz it was still a bit too --recognizable.
And I think it paid off as you can see from the pictures below💖
Next:
The Bling~💖
Aka more diamond glueing😅
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So I just read that Moregoth crafted a crown of iron in which he set the silmarils and the it was dreadfully heavy and he never took it off ect ect
and I just love the idea that Morgoth makes a crown so massive that it becomes a burden too him. So here are some sketches of how his crown might look like and a close up of my favorite design, though i want to do more work on it.
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And he descended upon Arda in power and majesty greater than any other of the Valar, as a mountain that wades in the sea and has its head above the clouds and is clad in ice and crowned with smoke and fire; and the light of the eyes of Melkor was like a flame that withers with heat and pierces with a deadly cold.
This Silm-accurate image of Melkor absolutely slaps.
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you know those trucks with the LED headlights that scour your retinas at night like some kind of mobile interrogation room well I think the effect of Morgoth's Silmaril crown should be something like that. the real reason everyone keeps a respectful distance in Angband and always bows before him isn't just about worshipful fear it's also a necessary safety precaution
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Since Melkor is a being of extremes, I like to imagine that he's just... generally all over the place sometimes. For example his ego is really fragile and he tries to get constant validation and gets whiny at the slightest inconvenience, but then Mairon is like "you're annoying, go away" and instead of getting mad Melkor is just like "😍😍😍 I love you and yeah I'm awesome"
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For when you come calling dancing on my grave
For all my choices made
Judging me for how I played
The hand you dealt me stains the blood that flows
~ Poets of the Fall
Is it really my art if I’m not appropriating religious imagery and applying it unconventionally to characters who almost certainly were not meant to be read this way? XD Have to use those college degrees for something lmao
Brought to you by:
1. The fact that literally all of us draw his crown all angular and pointy and sharp, but I’ve never seen anyone explore what that would mean in terms of “and his iron crown they beat into a collar for his neck.”
2. The fact that I haven’t committed intentional iconographic sacrilege in far too long; I’m overdue!
3. The fact that I’ve been poking way too much fun at him lately; this is my apology to him, with copious amounts of love ♡
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It's time to finally reveal...
MORGOTH IN ALL HIS DARK GLORY!!💖💖💖
Click the pictures for better quality~😘
He came out looking So GOOD~💖
I'm also happy to announce that my teacher finally graded my work
AND I GOT A 5/5!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
I really wouldn't have cared what number I got cuz
I FUCKING LOVE HOW HE CAME OUT AND I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF THAT I COULD JUST BURST!!!!💖💖🥰😭🥰💖
Also, also; If anyone's interested, here's the library's official website with the lil' info about Morgoth that I wrote (I messed it up but oh well~ that's what happens when you have learning disabilities/dyslexia😌)
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At the beginning
I saw all these posts about how angbang is evil, and unhealthy and so on... I'm not very good with words but it made me sad because they were my first ship when I entered this fandom several years ago, and I still like them very much, even if they are bastards, the both of them!
Anyway, here they are, peacefully dancing in Valinor.
Anbout their flower crowns: foxgloves are for insincerity and lobelias for malevolence.
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if i ever made art or fic depicting the events of the Silmarillion I think the thing I'd have the most fun with is setting up the sheer contrast between the previous High Kings of the Noldor and Gil-Galad.
Gil-Galad Erenion rises to kingship during the First Age's apocalypse. He is no one, unknown– he does not exist in the narrative until things go fully to shit– only to appear with the trappings and responsibility of leadership already upon him. This is not the sort of character that exists without hardship to shape them: these are the sort of names a person is earns, not born with. Whoever Gil-Galad was before, that person is dead, forgotten, and Erenion sprung fully formed from their ashes.
(All his names are titles. All his names are epessë, his mother and father names dead in the dirt. What was your name before you were Erenion, Elros asks him, and Gil-Galad says, Finellach. It is a lie.)
Gil-Galad is a king in suffering and starvation, in the end of times. He is not getting ceremonial gowns fitted or a crown commissioned. He is Noldorin, of a great people of many crafts, and still he wears no rings on his fingers, no earrings in his ears, neither necklaces nor bracelets upon his wrists and neck– a lack of ornamentation that is akin to nakedness. The only place he yields is his hair, woven with black ribbons into a crown of braids, small blades tucked between the folds forming a halo around the circumference of his skull.
Gil-Galad is High King of steel and brass instead of silver and gold. He is a King with no clothes for leisure– never is he seen without his many layers of furs or the bright armor laying beneath. He wears blue like the Nolofinweans before him, and his hair, silver veined with black, is almost Fingon's inverse. He has the silver tresses of the Teleri, so surely (surely?) he's Arafinwean. He wears none of the symbols of the many branches of the Finweans, only his own. His eyes have the unforgiving blaze of a white star, as if he absorbed the piece of one.
He is Fingon's son, except Fingon was not married and couldn't have hidden a child. He is Orodreth's son, except Orodreth's had one child, and she is dead. He is Lalwen's son, but she does not claim him.
The biggest difference between the preceeding High Kings and Gil-Galad is this: they have known peace, a time before Morgoth.
Gil-Galad, war-child, spear-son, soldier-king, has not.
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