Unofficial art/writing blog for particolored-socks. Updates once in a blue moon.
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okay but instead of coffeeshop aus
angry biologists au
historians au
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crazy cat horder and frustrated-allergic-to-cats neighbor au
jocks and nerds au
competing musicians au
unwilling dance partners au
marriage of convenience au
zoologists au
modern royalty au
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Femslash Revolution's Prompt Exchange
Femslash February is approaching, and we have found ourselves faced with a dilemma. On the one hand, we live every month like it’s Femslash February - but on the other hand, we want to do something special to celebrate our favourite event on the Tumblr calendar. What’s a femslasher to do?
Why not make someone else’s femslash dream come true? We all have great ideas that we’ve never felt able to create for ourselves. This January, we’ll be collecting prompts from anyone who wants to participate - no need to follow us! - to post at the start of February, creating a shared femslash wishlist. Pick a prompt, and grant someone’s wish with a fic, art, edit or any other kind of creation!
If you want to participate, please signal boost this post, and check under the cut for more details on how to take part!
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quick sketch of Maeglin, Idril and Tuor in palette #17.
tall lady elves/short human men pairings are my lifeblood
... telling the laws of physics to shut up and sit down.
Vaarsuvius, genderqueer elf mage of the Order of the Stick. hella.
epic rap battles of middle earth: finrod versus sauron. or something like that, idk. palette #80.
Fëanor and Fingolfin, yeah.
reference: (x). original Fingolfin design by eehn.
okay list of angry dancing Silm characters to draw:
Feanor & Fingolfin
Varda & Melkor ??
definitely Melkor & Manwe
Luthien & femmeSauron yaas
cURUFIN & FINROD
Sauron & Ar-Pharazon
okay but Turin & Gwindor though
Langon & Eonwe !!!
on that note Sauron & Curumo hah
Melkor & Langon, maybe not angry maybe just scary intense
Feanor & Melkor leave me to d i e
it's past 3 i need to look at my life look at my choices (on the other hand, dat jawline)
reference pose from this video (x).
shadowflameswords
help I looked up a whole bunch of reference photos for the paso doble and now all I want to do is draw angry dancing Silmarillion characters
there might not be lasers shooting out of their eyes but there is some definite mutual hatred going on there. click to biggerize.
reference: (x).
So am I dead? How many kinds of living and dead and living dead and dead living had I been in just these few months, these few days, after the stasis of plain old human living and dying? I deserved some kind of existential medal.
- Dust by Joan Frances Turner
may have accidentally turned Sauron into Montparnasse or Heather Chandler. oh well.
proportions what are proportions
clothing reference here.
will probably experiment more with grayscale in the future.
|| in which somebody might not have thought things through quite as much as he could have. WIP.
c: I'm not good at skeletons or fleas, but I hope this works!
this was my home.
Yo what about good omens things hm?
SH IT SHIT I FORGOT GOOD OMENS THROW ME IN THE TR A S H
If anybody has any requests for fic or sketches as far as Les Mis, Discworld, or Tolkien stuff, my askbox is right here.
Langon/Sauron, holding hands even in their sleep \ o /
I will probably draw a shitton of these two don't test me this is my otp to end all otps
again, original design for Sauron is by reforgedmairon
my first attempt on Sketchbook Express - female Sauron in battle. original design by reforgedmairon.
this morning for the first time I got up from my bed and I shucked off my nightclothes and I looked at my body in the pale morning light, and I saw that the body I was in was good. I saw the softness of the dimples in my elbows and my knees, and I saw the fall of hair neither really brown nor really blonde, and I saw the muscles beneath the padded softness of my waist and hips and I saw that the softness was also good. in the pale morning light my body was not something to be ashamed of. the next time I stumble bleary-eyed from bed I hope I will take that short time to look in the pale morning light, and remember that moment as clear as water when I knew that I loved the house I had made for myself.
to me: letters, ii.
oh, and it's one thing to count the stars in the sky but it's another to count the bells in your laugh (all the music theory in the world cannot describe its resonance in my chest or the warmth it burns in my heart), for what can the stars give me that you have not already given, and given more freely? the stars shine bright but they cannot compare to the brightness of your eyes. I may see the stars inscribed lovingly on black velvet, a love song to the eternity of space and time, an inscription of the galaxies contained within the earth -- chasms filled to the brim with glittering multifaceted wonders -- but your eyes, your laugh, are worth more than any jewel. -- no. no, there can be nothing else but that laugh which contains within it all the joys the world can know. I would do a thousand foolish things to hear that laugh again.
to her: letters, i.