Elrond with dramborleg
"His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars."
This drawing was for @armenelols and @polutrope post about elrond using a family heirloom "dramborleg".
Oh boy I had so much fun.
My main thought while painting this was " what would be different about elrond?"
And the answer is alot but a the same time nothing.
Elrond is in a way a sad character he kind of lost everything and the only constance in his life is the heralded past of his ancestors/family and friends.
He almost can't remember his parents but he can read about them even maglor is ,despite being a kindslayer, described as strong imposing and a mighty warrior.
His own brother,who chooses mortality,is a revered king!
This elrond that I depicted here is not the lord of Riverdale. Not married yet.
This is a elrond who will stand between evil and his folk.
Just like his ancestors did.
He is holding a legacy of strong unrelenting men who did change the tides of war who done the impossible no one else did before them!.
This is also elrond who found out that his brothers legacy Numenor is at the bottom of the sea - because of sauron.
This is a elrond who becomes a lord for many different kind of elves because he is a different kind of elve.
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Had to draw that scene from Just Want You Close to Me (too close TOO CLOSE) by @therantingsage, bc mind meld fics were something I used to adore and I haven't read a good one in ages!!! (PLEASE check it out so there are more ppl for me to scream abt this with)
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you know what i am gonna make my own post about it. ghost trick spoilers under the cut
in a very non judgemental way, this post was prompted by people who read yomiel as queer for the same things that made me see him as a lot like myself in a chronic/terminal illness way. the queer readings are extremely valid, i just wanna point at how much this connects to people like me in a very blatant way, and yet not a way i have (personally) seen talked about much
it is so dehumanizing to be chronically/terminally ill. (for the purposes of this post, i am going to use these terms interchangeably because i am a person who is chronically ill with an illness that could have killed me easily so they are, for me, quite the same). it is so awful and horrible to feel like you are doomed to this fate of being a ghost when you think you're supposed to be alive but no one will look at you that way because to them you are already dead. and yomiel captures that fucking excellently.
forced to ""live"" for 10 years but never being alive the entire time. all he fucking wanted was to live until it was time to die properly. he wanted people to accept that he's like this and love him anyways. he wanted to Exist but the way he's existing isn't right, so he's been forced to be alone for 10 years stuck in this fucking limbo of life and death.
and as a chronically ill person that really. really fucking resonates. maybe it would have been ok if he had just been allowed to exist as he is. been allowed to be dead. if he hadn't become so isolated by the giant shadow that is his own death. being ill is isolating. the fact that he's puppeting around a body that doesn't feel like it's really his anymore.... what terminal illness does to a motherfucker fr fr.
and god. the moment with lynne, where she is the first person to understand what he's feeling. how everything about his death feels like it dragged him down into an endless void, and she Gets It and that alone makes him really start to want to change.... fuck dude. it's not pity, it's not denial, it's someone finally reaching out a hand and understanding what it means to be like This. to be nothing but a ghost to everyone. and that's what makes him feel like a person again.
makes me insane. anyways happy disability pride month
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I went to a local yarn store for the first time, and while I was there, somebody was talking about getting a beginner's knitting kit, and she inquired about when lessons were, and when she was told that they'd be happy to sit down with her and teach her, she was so delighted. She talked about how excited she was and how much she wanted to learn to knit, and it just... it made me fall in love with humanity. It was this pure, unadulterated happiness coming from somebody and it was so genuine and kind, and I couldn't help but smile.
I guess all of this is to say... every moment, there are tiny little joys like this all over the world, and it makes this life worth living. I hope you witness and feel joy this simple, this pure.
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