Soo... coming back again. Feel free to disregard my previous ask(s). But for the Pride Game, could I ask for Elladan and Elrohir with the aroace flag? Thank you so much, and please take all the time in the world <3
I absolutely loved drawing this. Always nice to draw my own flags, and I love the colours of the aroace flag.
[ID: digital painting of Elladan and Elrohir lying down in opposite directions with their heads together, seen from the top. They are identical elven twins with light brown skin, dark eyes and long, curly dark hair. Elladan has his hair in a loose braid and is wearing a yellow vest and blue sleeves, and he looks up at the camera, laughing. Elrohir is wearing blue leather armour and orange sleeves, his hair half-up, and he looks at his brother, smiling. A ribbon in the aroace flag colours runs around them. The second picture is the same as the first but upside down.]
I'm still learning how to do consistent faces, so identical twins is a challenge! And I spent way too long trying to figure out what their features might be based on my headcanons for all of their parents and grandparents and so on xD. They inherited Idril's curls, which Elrond and Arwen didn't, but on Lúthien's hair texture that makes it impossible to braid properly (Elrond makes a lot of effort, but the twins don't care). Their ears are a little more rounded than full elves, and they have just a pinch of the Maia eyes.
To me Elladan (with the braid) is the more outgoing one, he's the diplomat of the two, he dresses a touch more colourful, while Elrohir is more of an introvert. Them being aroace is a wonderful headcanon that I may just adopt!
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Blog Update:
So I feel like as a silm and lotr fandom community, we’ve more or less collectively agreed that elves (and dwarves etc) are pretty queer in sexual orientation and usually falling along the pan/bi range with at least sexual experiences if not marriages. Also, I feel most of us who write are queer or at least pro-lgbtq/allies.
However, the majority of the fics - in general and insert elf(ves) x reader - are cishet pairings. And if they aren’t cishet, it’s cis mlm (which is why I absolutely adore how much trans Fingon and Maedhros exist).
Of course, just because a pairing is cishet doesn’t mean the characters themselves are (as in, Elrond is still bi regardless even if he’s having sex with a cis woman or not), but as a non-binary afab sapphic person I’m tired of not seeing more trans and enby and sapphic and ace representation. As in, visibly queer elves and their pairings.
And I originally started this sideblog to have more of that, not less.
I’m going to finish out any requests I have already along cishet veins and any NSFW alphabet requests since I usually do reader gender neutral anyway, so don’t worry about that. And Haldir and his OFC wife will probably be around to a certain extent because I kind of love her, but overall moving forward I’ve made the decision to only write visibly queer fics, imagines, etc. Eg, at least one person being gender neutral or trans or it being a non-het pairing. I may make exceptions for some polyamorous fics because that’s outside typical societal constraints, as well.
I will probably make some exceptions if someone reaches out for something specific or for a personal choice, but I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. It’s just that the majority of what I write will be visibly queer.
If you’re offended, you may want to take a look at why you’re offended. Positive representation matters, especially in a world where queer people are being increasingly persecuted and hate-crimed if you weren’t already where they live.
And again, I’ll finish out any cishet requests and I will make occasional exceptions (idk maybe it’s your birthday ya know), so please reach out if you have any questions or want to discuss.
Stay safe, stay strong, and as always (no matter the time of year): Happy Pride.
Please feel free to reach out with any questions and I’ll do my best to address them. Thanks and Happy Holidays! ❤️🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
If you’re curious, some things I’m currently working on:
NSFW Sapphic Alphabet Tauriel
NSFW Arwen’s wife getting revenge for all her teasing
NSFW Galadriel absolutely ruining a sub with her strap
SFW Arwen and her wife relaxing in the gardens
And honestly, I love a trans and/or non-binary Haldir so I may not even change much there
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For pride requests, could you do trans Daeron please? Love your style!
Thank you!!
Here's Daeron vibing with a mandolin. I didn't have any strong image of him in my mind so I had to come up with one, he was fun to design!
[ID: Digital painting of Daeron, a dark-skinned thin elf with long flowing dark blue hair, dramatically leaning back with his eyes closed while playing a blue, pink and white round mandolin. He's wearing a light blue shirt, darker blue trousers, a red sash as a belt, a hoop earring and a long cloak in the colours of the trans flag, pinned with a four-leaved clover brooch. The background is a dark blue, with four-leaved clover medallions in the corners.]
Send me Silmarillion/LOTR Pride prompts!
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All's Fair in Love and War - Keefitz (Angst)
It was dark but it wasn't yet night. Smoke clogged the air and my throat, and fires erupted a few miles away. The once-green grass was a dead brown, sucked from its home in the soil.
Burly creatures with muscles and vengeance in their veins charged with spears and swords. They were monstrous, a sight that would find itself in a nightmare, but now they were here. They were here for me.
It was an accident, how the world went from colossal castles to the crumbling debris before me. The remnants of the buildings mocked me, glinting in the fire, sparkling like they were the same tall, beautiful structures they were before. But they weren't.
I stood up, my limbs aching and my head pounding. It was hard to breathe, hard to see in all the smoke. It enveloped me like an insult and hung over me. I stared down into the expanse, searching for a pair of ice-blue eyes, bright like the eye of a storm. All I could see was fighting, and bones in a heap on the ground.
I don't know how they hadn't caught me yet. I was in a suit, well ironed with a red tie, with blood now spilt over me. My sunglasses had fallen to the ground somewhere. It was too dark, too smoky so that I couldn't see.
Blue eyes caught with my teal ones. But it wasn't the regular Keefe blue that I loved so much. No, this was the ugliest blue ever, the most piercing kind that I felt a million knives stabbing me as I looked into them. It belonged to an ogre.
The crazed creature charged at me, spear in hand and murder in their eyes. I yelled, ducking out of the way, the spear missing me by mere inches. I shivered. I picked up a broken stick from the ground, holding it high as a weapon. That sounds pretty lame, but it was a cool stick, and I was out of options.
The ogre howled, angry that I was still alive, and threw their spear at me. I didn't dodge it this time. No, instead I hit it back with my stick. The ogre looked like they were ready to pounce. But instead, they turned away and ran at something else. I was relieved, my blood finally returning to my cheeks, but then all signs of hope disappeared.
Keefe Sencen, writhing on the ground, surrounded by fire, and a bloodthirsty ogre after his guts. I screamed so loudly my vocal cords could've passed away. I ran to him, summoning my love for him to carry me forward. I landed right in front of him, but it was a moment too late. The spear had pierced his skin.
Blood drenched the dead grass, sinking into the soil. Keefe screeched, breathing hard now that his guts were spilling out. The colour was fading from his cheeks, and his ice-blue eyes were losing their life. I ripped the suit coat off my back and tried to dab away the blood, but more just kept coming. I wanted to take out the spear, in case he got infected, but I did, he'd bleed to death, and there is nothing more terrifying to me than losing Keefe Sencen.
"Just hold on, okay?" I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "Things will work out. Somehow, they always work out."
"Fitz," Keefe croaked out, and it was terrifying, hearing his voice leave him, "I think this time, we're out of luck."
"No!" I yelled. "How can you say that? What about everything we've been through? What about us?" I choked out the last words because the thought of Keefe leaving me alone here was enough for me to throw myself into the fires. The best moments of my life flashed in my head. Keefe and I trying ice cream. Keefe and I cuddling. Keefe and I crying. Keefe and I. That's what it has always been.
And now Keefe's bloody form threatened to strip away the last sliver of sanity I had. I thought I had it so nice because when everything fell apart, they fell back together. That's what Keefe and I were. Falling apart, and falling back together.
But that magnetic reassurance was gone now. All that was there was the cold, harsh reality and warm blood spilling onto me.
"Fitz," Keefe said, tearing up. He reached and grabbed my hand, a gesture too much for him in his state. "I know things don't look too good right now, but please, Fitz, I'm not going to be alive tomorrow, let alone for the next fifteen minutes." I choked at that. He continued. "You have a life, Fitz. You had one before me and you'll have one after. It won't be the same, but please, please, please don't throw it away."
"What don't you understand, Keefe? You are my life!" I screamed. Keefe's eyes widened at that, and a soft smile settled on his face.
"Thank you," Keefe whispered. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm going to miss you so much."
Keefe's breaths were no longer shallow. They were no longer there. The pain left his body, carrying his life force with him. Keefe Sencen was dead.
I screamed so loudly all of the Forbidden Cities must have heard me. Not that there was any of it left. Keefe's blood was on my shirt, his corpse in my hands, and my heart in the grave.
The fires licked at the ground close to me, brightening my path to my inevitable death. I shivered, crawling so I was lying next to Keefe, and I placed a tentative kiss on his cold lips. The fires came close, but I did not resist them. I didn't even ask for help.
It was bright, though it was now night. I stared at the cruel stars, and the cruel world and pondered my cruel fate. I whispered, voice hushed. "We're in this together." As I allowed the flames to swallow Keefe and I whole.
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aodsufhui;hfsd that's the Keefitz oneshot haha. Here at last. I kinda like actually which is strange because I wrote it in such a rush.
@thesfromhms this one's for you
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A lot of people think elves have really strict gender roles, which is sort or true. But it's fluid in a way that a lot of humans and other races don't really understand because they don't bother to understand elven biology.
Elves can change their sex over the course of a few months. Their bodies can be their equivalent to male, female, sexless, a combination of both traits, or two more sexes which don't have human equivalents. This process is something almost every elf goes through in their life, some change only very occasionally, others every few years, it really depends on the individual. It's a normal part of elven society that people are diffrent biological sexes over the course of their lives.
Useally they become the sex whose gender roles they want to inhabit at that time. If an elf wants to be part of elven femininity they'll just become biologically female because they can. Of course, some elves break from this, either because they want to break their gender roles for whatever reason, because they have to be a specific sex or gender role for practical reasons at a time in their life, or because they have a disability that prevents them from changing sex (the lack of ability to change sex is inherently considered a disability to elves).
So often elves have a lot of strange interactions with other races over this. Like when freinds of other races become upset at an elf's insistence that they're performing a gender role due to their sex, without the context of elven fluidity. Or when a member of another race is suprised to find an elven freind they hadn't seen in awhile has returned as a diffrent sex and gender. There was quite famously the case of a human noblewoman who fell in love with a male elven archer, and became quite upset years later to find out he had become a woman since they last met, she also seemed quite more upset that the elf still expected them to be in love, as unlike humans elves don't have a concept of monosexuality.
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