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acommonanomaly · 7 hours
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Mr. Spock holding a cat. for your troubles.
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acommonanomaly · 10 hours
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acommonanomaly · 12 hours
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why didn’t gandalf just carry the ring to mordor himself with these tongs
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acommonanomaly · 1 day
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Necromancer fighter
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acommonanomaly · 1 day
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dorian scetch because i miss him :(
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acommonanomaly · 2 days
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acommonanomaly · 2 days
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Ghibli spirk pt2
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acommonanomaly · 2 days
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Nimrodel for fanfic "The Light of the Damned Stars" ✨
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acommonanomaly · 2 days
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Maglor for @feanorianweek.
Inspired by a scene from my fic, What Fades Away.
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...Now he made his way toward his brother’s room, and he let his anger from the day before rise up again to burn away his regret at having fought with the younger brother who was also one of his closest friends.
Makalaurë was careless, so often lost in his own thoughts that he gave no thought to others, or to anything around him. It was something that Maitimo found endearing at times, but just now he resented his brother for his eagerness to escape into his music, leaving everything else behind. Though he would never dare to say so out loud, he felt that Amil gave her second-born too much leeway in this regard.
Coming to Makalaurë’s room, Maitimo balanced the tray with one hand and flung the door open, his recent bitter thoughts easing his shame over the spitefulness that made him want to startle his brother.
The door came to rest silently against a small pile of laundry—something Amil would certainly have scolded him for—and any noise Maitimo did make was lost beneath the waves of music that washed over him.
Maitimo came to a stop.
Caught despite himself, he quietly closed the door and moved deeper into the room. He set the tray down on the chest of drawers against the wall, cringing at the tinkle of glassware despite his attempt at noise a few moments before. He walked on light feet around the bed to the spot near the window where his brother sat with his harp.
He felt a pressure building in his chest at the poignant tenderness of the melody, earnest notes that tumbled forth in a hopeful spill. It was wistful, light, and so beautiful that at first Maitimo could not reconcile the sound of such moving music with the sight of his disheveled younger brother. But then Maitimo’s eyes began to really see, and his heart skipped a beat. The thick, dusty drapes had been thrown open, and the golden light of Laurelin had set his brother aglow. 
Makalaurë’s partially unlaced blouse hung off one thin shoulder, and his silky dark hair was a tangle down his back, carelessly tied at the nape of his neck with a stray bit of ribbon. Maitimo’s eyes lingered on the slender fingers that danced over the strings, but then his gaze lifted to Makalaurë’s face. 
The pressure in Maitimo’s chest squeezed around his heart in a painful grip.
Makalaurë did not tend to fuss over his appearance when he was at home, as caught up as he often was in his creative pursuits, so that Maitimo’s impression of him was most often of frayed braids, an expression too often pinched in thoughtfulness, and gangly limbs swimming in awkwardly fitting garments. Maitimo had allowed himself to forget the ethereal beauty of his brother when consumed by music. He studied Makalaurë’s face now and was filled with love for him.  
Makalaurë’s eyes gazed somewhere beyond the confines of the room, and the ugly bruise that had formed over his pale, high cheekbone made something dark and fearful stir in Maitimo. 
Maitimo suddenly had the inexplicable urge to keep his brother close at his side so that he might guard him against harm, and he moved nearer. He stopped though, surprised at himself for such strange thoughts, for what possible danger would they ever encounter here in the safety of the Blessed Realm?
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acommonanomaly · 3 days
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Scourge of the Seas
Just started another save with durge Jehan since I missed that last time, and I'm /still/ not done with Karythos and Vesna's saves aaaaaa 🫠
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acommonanomaly · 3 days
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acommonanomaly · 3 days
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Commission of Fëanor done for me by the wonderful @lordm-art ! Thank you so very much for this lovely commission!
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acommonanomaly · 3 days
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"I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own" --Audre Lorde
I saw this post by @thefemaleartivist on Instagram. The statistics are enraging. No woman is free until all women are free. No person is free until all people are free.
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acommonanomaly · 4 days
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Halei, Earth-Warder
my first D&D paladin from 8 years ago, a lady still very close to my heart
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acommonanomaly · 4 days
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Maedhros and Maglor for @feanorianweek.
Inspired by a scene from my fic, What Fades Away.
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Maitimo swallowed hard. It was disconcerting to be so near one of the Powers. Though he had been taught that the Valar loved Eru’s Children, he could not help but be aware that such a being could reach out and crush him or one of his family if it so desired.
Oromë’s head turned to Maitimo suddenly, as though he knew his thoughts, but the Vala only blinked his bright yellow eyes, watching Maitimo curiously for a long moment before turning back to Atar and Amil.
Makalaurë had squeezed his hand hard when Oromë glanced over, and Maitimo looked down to see that his little brother’s face was pale with fear. Despite this, Makalaurë moved around so that he was standing in front of Maitimo, as if to shield his older brother with his slender frame. Maitimo wanted to whisper reassurances to him, but he did not want to draw the Vala’s attention again, so he settled for lifting Makalaurë into his arms.
Makalaure’s thin arms wrapped firmly around his neck, nearly choking him, but he could feel the frantic beat of his brother’s heart against his own chest, so he did not try to loosen his hold.
“What is his name?” Oromë asked in a voice that was both as deep as thunder and as soft as a breeze. The air shook with it but quickly settled.
“He will be called Turkafinwë,” Atar said, an arm now around Amil’s shoulders.
Maitimo was amazed when Oromë stooped down and lifted a hand toward Amil’s belly. He glanced between Amil and Atar and asked, “May I?”
Atar gave a curt nod, holding himself proudly, but Amil smiled when she nodded her consent.
Maitimo took a step closer, but he stopped when Makalaure twisted around with a fearful lurch to see what was happening.
The Vala spoke again, his voice quieter this time, so that it seemed as if whisper wound around whisper, only hinting at words beneath the hiss of the sound. Then the Vala smiled wide.
“His spirit is fierce and bright like wildfire,” Oromë said, looking pleased as he stood, towering above them again.
Amil looked like she did not know what to think of this pronouncement, but Atar raised his eyebrows a little, and Maitimo wondered what he would say.
“He is my son. My fire burns in him as it does in my other sons, and as it will in all of my children.”
“Yes,” Oromë said. His smile did not fade, though his eyes changed somehow, as though seeing something not here. Maitimo had seen this look on his mother’s face before, and it always unsettled him when she fell into solemn contemplation afterward.
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acommonanomaly · 4 days
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after exploring various flavors of redhead with colored Caleb sketches i couldn't help but do the same with Essek 🤭 i know his hair has been described simply as 'white', but my personal headcanon is something slightly warmer (the one in the bottom right-hand corner!). i think farmboy dirt wizard Caleb could definitely compare it to the color of unbleached linen or something, like the hopeless and incredibly silly romantic he is
anyway, i thought i could also play with Essek's hairstyles here a bit like i did with Caleb! Essek drives me crazy with how difficult his hair is to draw and i still haven't settled on something specific (though i've been recently defaulting to the upper left-hand style). at this point it's part of my headcanon that Essek simply changes his hairstyle depending on what he's in the mood for that day
(also, here's another permanent Essek headcanon of mine: he has a naturally asymmetrical upper lip)
let me know your favorite shade of Essek hair in the tags! 🤭
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acommonanomaly · 4 days
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Idk the terrible thing is not that nobody cares but that so many people care so much and it simply doesn't matter
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