#i like the idea of melkor drawing

[navyinks]

“Chaining of Melkor.” Tulkas, with the help of Orome and Yavanna, binds and imprisons Melkor.

Close ups & artist notes below cut

The chaining of Melkor is a theme I’ve been working on and off for about a year now, here are two of the attempts I can find on my twitter Dx I never went through with them though, I could never seem to find the right way to express the idea.

The visual inspiration for this one comes from Sebastiano Ricci’s “The Punishment of Cupid.” idk i just think it’s neat lol

whatever this style is called... it doesn’t allow for much characterization. I received critique (that I willingly asked for) that my characters lack expression. I tried to salvage that a little by giving each Valar their own little accessories... oh well I’m not sure it worked. But here are the close-ups

Tulkas: tried to give him as much muscle definition as possible, I think it’s not great to draw out each individual fibre of the deltoids. But to really push his muscular form, I think it worked. The pose is inspired by wrestling.

Melkor: I think he should have a lyre somewhere... Blue cloth to separate him from the “good” Valar.

Orome: self-explanatory I think... can’t get any more oromey than the bow/arrows and the disney princess birds lmao. iirc those are finches; nothing special, just very expressive.

At this point the piece was starting to reek of testosterone so i wanted to bring in a lady somewhere. I asked you guys a couple weeks ago which lady valar is the strongest. While I agree Nessa is likely to be physically the strongest, Yavanna was the best candidate for this piece since she was very vocal about her opposition to Melkor, and her association with plants makes her easier to identify in a painting.

Anyway this painting has been really difficult to finish, I’m genuinely surprised that I got to finish it before my birthday, it’s been a difficult past few weeks painting this on top of school >.< I gotta thank the artists of arda discord for helping me on composition (which blew up in my face regardless hah;;;) 

It’s funny because when I looked back at the sketch now, I realise that Tulkas was meant to be holding a sword and they were all meant to have wings. The wings I scrapped because the composition was getting overwhelming, maybe some other day I’ll go through with them??

#The Silmarillion #tulkas #melkor #orome #yavanna #this one rivals the maedhros piece i did in march lol;;;

[hirazuki]

Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep, Child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep. (Loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty Loyalty loyalty loyalty only to me.) -- Mordred's Lullaby

Personal preferred interpretation of *gestures to everything* under the cut! Warning for blatant and shameless conflation of multiple versions of the text with pure, self-indulgent headcanons.

I've gone back and forth on this a lot, but I think I've finally settled on preferring Eol to be both a Dark Elf (i.e. never went to Aman) and a "darkened elf" (i.e. former thrall of Angband/corrupted by Melkor). I know Tolkien changed his mind on both of these later, but I don't find it repetitive at all to have Maeglin also suffer the same fate; I think the cycle is meaningful and adds another layer of complexity to these characters. Also, it would give Eol's "ill at ease" within Melian's girdle and seeking to stay away additional meaning, making it a physical consequence of his circumstances and not only a predilection of his personality. Idk, the more layers and reasons something has behind it, the more enjoyment I draw from it :)

I do like Eol being Sindar and Thingol's kin, but also more alike in spirit and behavior to the Avari than anything else. Witch of the Wilds aesthetic, and more in tune with nature and the land than the Sindar in Doriath. He and Maeglin have always given me a Morgana and Mordred vibe. (fun fact: the mirror is supposed to be obsidian, which is used for scrying.)

He truly loved his son, and his relationship with Maeglin was no more and no less positive/negative than your average father-son relationship -- some minor disagreements as any parent and child are bound to have -- until Maeglin started expressing a desire to see the Noldor; and it was all downhill from there. He still loved his son, however, despite everything, and his attempt to choose death over Gondolin for him was done out of love as well. Perhaps not a healthy love, but a genuine one all the same.

Eol being a darkened elf + Maeglin being born in Beleriand + the "Melkor ingredient" present in all matter outside of the Blessed Realm = a compounded (x3) tendency towards Melkor within Maeglin's spirit that was there since he was conceived. If everyone who has a body that is nourished by Arda (outside of Aman) has an inclination towards Melkor that they can't be free of in their incarnate forms, how much stronger might that be if one of your parents is a former thrall who -- going off of his behavior and tendencies -- still bears the marks of that bond? I like to think that the way Melkor affects his thralls can carry down genetically, even for elves that remain elves and weren't turned into orcs.

I personally prefer Maeglin to not be under an enchantment as a way to explain why he betrayed Gondolin -- I like him being responsible for his own actions! Even if he also never had a chance and was doomed from before he was born. I like the interplay of those two concepts and generally don't find them mutually exclusive -- but I do love the idea of compulsion. Of his pre-existing link to Melkor through Eol and through Arda being used (I prefer this to be Mairon's work, but it certainly can be done by Melkor instead) to sway him. Like, not Mairon actually spelling him and making him not be in control of his body or not being able to warn people in Gondolin because his speech is bound, etc., but like. Mairon slipping certain elements into the fabric of his voice -- he is Ainur; underscoring his speech with Music is no big deal -- to manipulate that Melkor ingredient within Maeglin and make him be more receptive. Compliant. Add to that some carefully crafted understanding as one talented smith who knows what it is like to feel ill-suited to his surroundings to another, a little bribery, and, of course, the ever-present and very real threat of torture -- in delicately balanced respective quantities -- and done.

This is totally entirely self-indulgent headcanon territory here, especially since Mairon is never actually present for Maeglin's imprisonment in any version of the text (to my knowledge) BUT: I like to think that, just as with Maedhros in my headcanons, Mairon formed a kind of reluctant attachment to Maeglin. But whereas with Maedhros it was more of an equal footing type of thing, a grudging acknowledgement of a worthy opponent being cut from the same cloth, with Maeglin it's more of a foster situation. Like: "Here is this very valuable prisoner who we can work with, who -- with a only a small amount of effort -- is amenable to working together and he's the son of a former thrall so there's already a connection there and, oh, he's also a smith? Oh, he's actually pretty good. Wait, he's only 189 years old, idk because I've never cared much for elves but isn't that ridiculously young wtf, he's clearly ambitious and reeling for approval and acknowledgement and will easily take to a guiding hand. Well, there's no one else around but me, I guess I'll take one for the team and the war effort and all that" *accidentally transfers all the instructing instincts he possesses that had previously gone to his wolves now all long dead, he doesn't keep wolves anymore since losing Tol-in-Guarhoth, it's too painful to this strange elf* Again, not healthy, but complicated and messy and invested.

... I did not mean to make it all about Mairon again lmao I am so sorry XD

I'm sure I'll have additional thoughts as I keep re-reading the Silmarillion, or my opinions/preferences may somewhat alter (I still have to sit down and read HoME and Nature of Middle Earth properly, I've only read snippets), but. an overwhelming number of you voted that you enjoyed reading stuff like this so. There you go. This is where I'm currently at lol.

#maeglin #eol #mairon #sauron #silmarillion #tolkien #my art #don't mind me i've just been plagued by a case of The Thoughts™ #i'm a big fan of the mix-and-match/create-your-own approach to Legendarium content if you couldn't tell lmao #i mean if we're going to be given numerous variants and alternate versions. i'm clearly going to go with the angstiest combination possible #... and then proceed to spiral wayyyyyyyy off the deep end from there #XDD #silm #silm musings #hira draws tolkien

[weird-addiction]

"Flowers are Blooming in Antarctica" writing Event

This is a writing event where you can request from any of the following fandoms and characters and I will write to the best of my ability based around the prompt. You can be as detailed as you want with the request.

⇒ NOTE! : If it says "Entire Plot(s), it means that I am willing to write full stories based around the plot.

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"Flowers are Blooming in Antarctica"

Defined:

Something that is not meant to happen, and what is happening is disturbing or uneasy.

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All Male Readers!

"Here is the menu, take your time."

Fandoms and Characters:

House of the Dragon - Dance of Dragons [OPEN]

Aegon II, Aemond, Daemon, Targaryen House, Entire Plot

Genshin Impact [OPEN]

Any character (I do not write for female characters)

American Horror Stories - Seasons 1, 3, 5, 8 [OPEN]

Entire Plot, Michael Langdon, etc.

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Legolas, Thranduil, Sauron, Bilbo (platonic), Aragorn, Smaug, Elrond, Lindir, Glorfindel, Entire Plot

The Silmarillion [OPEN]

Maedhros, Maglor, Mairon, Tar-Mairon, Melkor, Glorfindel, Feanor, Entire Plot

⇒WARNING! : "These dishes have not been perfected yet! So whatever you order will be based on limited knowledge that I know! But I will try my best!"

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Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Raphael, Haarlep, Gortash, Dammon, Kar'niss, Zevlor, Plots

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Alternate! Gabriel, Angel Gabriel (my version)

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Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, Lan Zhan, Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue, Nie Huisang, Wen Ruohan, Entire Plot

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Xie Lian, Hua Cheng, Jun Wu, Mu Qing, Feng Xin, He Xuan, Plots

Twilight [OPEN] (VERY LIMITED) dont even know why i like this lmao but also dont ask why lol

Male Characters only!

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If you have any questions feel free to send me a ask. If there are requests they will likely take some time to complete. I will be writing some fics to start off. Enjoy this idea of mine.

Also! I will be drawing some of these requests. I will be posting them on my art blog! So if you wished to be tagged please so say!

#reader insert #🥀mukuro’s way #male reader #genshin x male reader #x male reader #house of the dragon x male reader #house of the dragon #american horror story #American horror story x male reader #ahs x reader #ahs x male reader #genshin #lord of the rings #lotr x male reader #lotr x reader #the silmarillion #the silm fandom #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion x male reader #the silmarillion x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 x you #bg3 x male reader #tgcf x male reader #tgcf x reader #twilight x reader #mandela catalogue x male reader #mdzs x reader #genshin impact x male reader #writing event

[naarisz]

I'd like to make my blog a little bit more interactive. :) You have one week to choose. I won't have any time to draw this week anyway, lol.

#silmarillion #silm #mairon #sauron #feanor #fingolfin #finrod #melkor #morgoth #mandos #thingol #melian #polls

[kanafinwe-makalaure]

Serious question @ the silm fandom: where does this notion come from that the Fëanorians might be Cast Into The Void/ that they think they will be Cast Into The Void if they fail to fulfil their Oath? As in, why is it the Void specifically when all the wording of the Oath says "eternal darkness" should claim them? Is the Void referred to as such in any place in a way that would make it reasonable to draw that connection specifically, or something like that, anything that would make that idea one that is in any way supported by the text?

The only connection that I can see is maybe through Ungoliant, who is a creature of the Void and bringer of tangible darkness, but she is only a creature of the Void, not The Void itself. The Void itself is not eternal darkness (but maybe they think it might be?).

Nonsensical ramblings on why the Void reading of it confuses me so much under the cut.

So yeah, the Void doesn't make sense to me at all, although again, maybe I'm missing something, and if so, please tell me.

Because to me, the Void assumption, based on what I know, makes very little sense, that is, unless I am missing something crucial. I just don't see it supported by the text that that's what the Oath refers to, and I don't see how the Fëanorians would be allowed to see the same cruel punishment that the Valar were extremely hesitant to even give to Melkor and Sauron who both did CONSIDERABLY more damage, and yes, I'm saying allowed, because obviously if they really were referring the Void, that would mean they essentially asked for it in their Oath. I see them condemning themselves to whatever "eternal darkness" is in the Oath more as like, requesting that that be their punishment if they fail, because they sure as hell don't control Eru or any of the Valar. (Or maybe they don't know themselves what "eternal darkness" means and just assume it's the Void? Maybe only Fëanor knew? I digress, it doesn't really matter, my question remains the same.)

To me, that line in the oath that says eternal darkness should claim them if they fail to retrieve the Silmarils actually literally just sounds like "so the trees are gone and it's really dark now and it's gonna be dark around us forever unless we get back our glowy gems".

Besides, we know that at least Fëanor would end up in the Halls. Why would the Valar throw his sons into the Void and not him?

Most importantly, would it even be possible to throw elves into the void, since their souls are bound eternally to Arda?

Things being as they are, though, everyone is entitled to their own headcanons especially in this fandom, but I do not see this supported in the text or as even a possibility.

#its just really widespread fanon it seems #and it doesn't make any sense to me #like yes theyre my meow meows and i wouldn't WANT them to suffer such a fate #but i also genuinely dont get where the idea comes from #feanorians #silm #input welcome!

[lamemaster]

Dismembered Memory- Chapter 2

Pairing: Iluvatar x Reader

Genre: Mystery , romance and mythology

Summary: Do the Gods love? What is it like to love one? What is it like to be loved by one? Is it a love beyond the shackles of creation and destruction or is it a tragedy bound in the chains of duty and predestination.

AN: A shorter chapter as we dwell into the arc. This is very much a me project so chapter word count will be rather inconsistent.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2| Chapter 3|

The world is woven with the threads of yearning—yearning for creation, yearning for love, yearning for companionship, yearning for beauty or legacy. Reasons as diverse as the stars. It is this relentless desire for anything and everything that catalyzes the very origin of existence.

However, creation necessitates substance—a canvas on which to paint its journey.

Iluvatar's recollection doesn't encompass you. He doesn't possess the fragments of your memories, yet you remain an inseparable fragment of his essence. Analogous to matter, which underpins creation, you are an existence that entwines his thoughts, an ethereal presence encircling his eternal song. Connected to him yet apart, a paradox of unity and division.

He glimpses fragments of you through the eyes of his Ainur, those beings birthed from his own mind. A silent observer, he never truly encounters you, and you, in your existence, never seek him. The weight of your absence gnaws at him ceaselessly, a persistent ache embedded within every living moment.

Time turns into an eternity as Iluvatar mourns the gulf that separates you from him. He replays the fleeting glimpses of your presence, those wisps caught through the eyes of Manwe and Melkor. Perhaps fated, your connection with him remains unknown. However, such a state is destined to change. It evolves, it shifts, and it transforms.

A pivotal moment arrives when the distant creator of the cosmos is irresistibly drawn into his own creation. Iluvatar crosses the threshold into Arda, compelled by an irresistible force—you. He treads upon the earth he formed, a wanderer amidst the very world he sculpted. The trappings of his divinity take a backseat as he pursues an entity he can barely remember. The symphony of creation fades, and the unattainable brilliance of his godhood diminishes. All is surrendered for the sake of finding you.

He journeys endlessly, traversing the landscapes of Arda in search of any traces of you. The loss of his divine status and the adversities of the world pale in significance as the very land of Arda draws him closer to you. You must be here, in some form or another. The architect of the world becomes a wanderer within it, adopting a form akin to that of his own children, in the hope of finding you among them.

No callouses on his feet, no storms, no heatwaves can impede his quest. He presses forward relentlessly, compelled by an unquenchable yearning. He must find you, and nothing can deter him.

For Iluvatar, the loss of his godhood and the trials of Arda itself become inconsequential when the very land he shaped brings him ever closer to you. You, a presence he can barely recollect, but a presence that he cannot relinquish. He walks the world, shedding his divine mantle, forsaking the celestial music that once defined him. All for the sake of you, the missing piece of his existence.

“I will be gone for a while this time.”

Melkor gazes intently at your misty form, his expression a mixture of concern and longing. "Gone where? How long?" The questions escape him, his heart racing in the expanse of the barren void. His mind echoes with an unspoken plea—don't go. Unbearable panic threatens to consume him, the idea of being left alone in this desolate Void unfathomable. Would you, too, leave him like so many before? The thought looms, the talons of the cruel void threatening to seize his very consciousness. Without you, he fears he would be lost.

A soothing sensation envelops him as you crouch before him, your presence a gentle reassurance. Your palms cradle his face with an almost ephemeral touch, and he finds solace in your touch. "I'll be gone for some years, but I'll be back. I promise you." The words carry a weight of sincerity that Melkor can't deny. He knows how well you stay true to your promises.

"Why must you leave?" He voices the question that fills the silence, a sense of shame creeping in as he realizes he wants to stop you, to prevent your departure from his life. The idea of being without you claws at him, a fear he can scarcely admit.

"The song of the world has called me, and I must respond." He observes the faint outlines of your features, your nimble fingers and the glimmer in your eyes that pierce through the mist. "There is someone who looks for me in Arda, and I…" Your words falter, as if grappling for expression. "I must answer their call."

Curiosity intertwines with jealousy within Melkor's heart. Who could be so important that you would leave him behind? "Who is it?" The question slips out before he can fully process it, ages of resentment and bitterness simmering beneath the surface. Who could possibly mean more to you than he does?

“I do not know who it is, but I must meet them. To alter the course they tread," you remain seated, unwavering in your resolve. "I have managed to push the encroaching Void farther this time. It shall maintain its grasp while I am absent, but should challenges arise," your hands take on solidity, cradling a clear glass ball—a marble, a vessel of contained power. "Use this to harness its malevolence. It shall provide aid in times of dire need."

As Melkor's fingers connect with the cool surface of the glass marble, he cannot help but be awed by your form, by the intricate complexity that you embody. "Someone very dear to me once possessed this," you caution, your words laden with warning as you place the artifact in his grasp.

The marble rests in his hands, a tangible token of your existence. Melkor holds it close, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He closes his eyes, feeling the weight of your presence, even as it begins to wane. "I will await your return," he murmurs, his words carrying a sense of longing.

This time, as your form fades, he can discern the faintest traces of your features—your eyes, your lips, your nose. The cold touch against his forehead lingers as his mind succumbs to a tranquil slumber.

General Cerdic had weathered countless battles for his king, leading campaigns on bloody battlefields and through uncharted territories. His prestige and the respect of his kingdom's people were well-earned and well-deserved.

However, the man of valor did not inhabit sprawling cities or grand palaces like the king's favored. Instead, Cerdic found his abode in an isolated village, a place where his gallant feats were mostly unknown. He rarely ventured beyond the village's bounds. It was here that he had last held his wife, welcoming their only child into the world.

A modest wooden house provided the backdrop for the years he spent raising his daughter. None could have been more inviting than this homely dwelling. Shielded from the clamor of the world, Cerdic raised you in this tranquil village.

The machinations of palaces and the cunning games of power never encroached upon the life of the general's cherished daughter. Both of you found contentment in the simplicity of life. Days were filled with the routine of tending to a humble farm, and nights were spent dining under the serenity of the stars.

But everything changed when he entered your life—a man dressed in tattered clothes, bearing the weight of his hardships in every step he took. You discovered him by the riverside, his body marked by the brutalities of slavery. His matted hair carried the grime of an existence you couldn't fathom.

"What is your name?" you inquired, met with incoherent murmurs. As you knelt to examine the stranger, your attention was drawn to his clenched fist.

Within his grasp lay a delicate cotton flower, untouched by the filth that marred the rest of his form.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #eru iluvatar #iluvatar x reader #soulmate au #ansgt #fun to write #happy ending ??? maybe

[transsexualhamlet]

4 and 8 for the character section of the fandom ask game for Mairon :)

hiiiii!

fandom ask game

4- NOTP for character

I am pretty open to anything when it comes to people's ideas about who's fucking Mairon because let's be honest, he really and truly does get around. However those bonkers Amazon Rings of Power watchers who think Sauron and Galadriel are getting jiggy with it are where I draw the goddamn line. It's blatantly out of character, our lord and saviour has never been able to maintain eye contact with a woman (but in all seriousness i dont care do what you want)

8- A headcanon I have about this character

I'm not going to lie I've gotten so in my head about this man that some things I had fully convinced myself were canon I realized I had just utterly made up in my head. I must admit I was so obsessed with the image of Mairon bestowing the crown that would lead the both of them eventually into ruin to his master I had utterly forgotten Mairon did not forge the Iron Crown and that in the Silm it is credited to Melkor himself. My solution to this was that Mairon did forge the crown itself, but credits it to Melkor because Melkor insisted on setting the gems (both because they would have burned Mairon and because he was very weird about them). I just think that after 3000 years of holding down the fort waiting for Melkor to come back Mairon had a lot of time to get Neurotic and very obsessed with Doing This Thing For Melkor, especially with the added stress of Ungoliant's wounds on him.

Another thing I think about is that, although there is something very satisfying about walking around seductively covered in jewelry and showing the whole world that you have those in power in your pockets, Mairon sort of grows to hate it. Like, really, really bad. He reinvents himself completely in the second age, and that pretty twink anglerfish lure he makes himself is fun, because at the beginning of the second age everything is still fun- even though he lost Melkor, in some ways he still thinks he can get him back, and that this is just playing the long game, which he is proven well in (see first paragraph). But as time goes on it starts to grate. He enjoys looking pretty and talking pretty. But he misses running around naked in the woods with the wolves and ripping people's throats out, which the further he gets into this con he realizes he's never going to get back (single tear rolls down face, I know, so sad) This is something sort of under the surface with Celebrimbor because in some ways he is actually being genuine in his desire with the elves to put things back the way they used to be. But when he has to stick on that face again in Numenor, he is already tired. He doesn't like Pharazon, he doesn't like Numenor, he doesn't like anything about the world anymore, really, and he's very sick of pretending otherwise. I believe this must eventually have been quite evident to those who witnessed his whole Death Cult Phase.

I think this is why he utterly gave that up in the third age, it is not that he physically lost the ability to 'appear fair' as if it was some injury or accidental loss of power, it is moreso a metaphor- that he actively could not bring himself to drag himself together ever again. It was moreso damage that Eru's action did to his spiritual state of being, and I think unintentionally on Eru's part (I think Eru is always more confused with Mairon than anything else). He simply did not wish to desire love anymore, only fear. The desire to be loved was removed into the Ring.

#rowan gets yelled at #ask game

[superloves4]

I made this for my story "in your eyes the mirror of mercy" about ROP Galadriel meeting Maglor instead of Sauron but it makes me a tad sad, I never had a story I was disappointed about like this, sure, like everyone else there were stories I thought I could've done better and some that make me cringe to my bones, but never disappointment.

Like, Maglor pov's are fine, they're decent, not as funny as I'd hoped, but that's on me, I don't know a lot about comedic timing yet, but Galadriel's pov's just came out so bland every time.

I had many ideas for this story but I think my lackluster at best feelings towards Rings of power made it really hard to want to write everything so it just feels all very meh, maybe one day I'll revisit this and make this into one of those bullet point fics instead (or maybe rop coming seasons will surprise me, tho I doubt, and make me want to actually put more effort into this)

My hope is that the next chapter will bring things at least to a decent standard, and Elrond will be in it so that is something to look forward to writing! Then when I'm done I'll focus on something I want to write more, maybe my Feanor son of Melkor AU *shrugs*

On the bright side, I finally drew a mouth I didn't hate! So I'll call it an absolute victory!

And a close up on Mag's face! I love drawing his shiny eyes!!!

#silmarillion #maglor #the silmarillion #silm #lotr #galadriel #rop galadriel #lotr rings of power #rings of power #my art

[cliffdivingsblog]

Consume

Chapter 5 • 11k words • Rated E

A dark Melkor/Vards romance

The 🐉 chapter…

He is dramatic about it. Of course he is.

Stepping back from her and the water’s edge, letting his shadows engulf him, until all that remains are his eyes, burning at her with a dark, violent flame.

The shadows writhe and boil endlessly, solidifying into long limbs only to sunder again, a mesmerizing dance of his powers.

After a while Varda begins to feel impatient though, fighting the urge to ask him if he really knows what he is doing.

And then the shadows lift from one moment to the other, revealing his form to her. She draws closer in unabashed curiosity, a gasp leaving her lips, granting him the awe he so clearly wanted to incite in her.

The beast before her is gigantic. Its long limbs covered in gleaming red and black scales, that move with every deep breath it takes, its powerful body reminding her of the great predators roaming the wild forests and tundras of Middle-Earth. Coiled, ready to strike at any moment, its deadly claws sinking deep into the soft sand beneath them. Its triangular head is reptilian in nature though, long black horns rising from its temples, curling backwards towards its broad neck, a thick, even darker black mane covering its head between them.

She has seen Melkor in different forms before of course. But none that has fascinated her that much, none that made her heart race in such a wild mix of excitement and apprehension.

“You were right,” she says, voice a reverent whisper. “Beautiful and terrible.”

You can touch, if you want. His voice in her mind is full of smug satisfaction at her reaction.

The scales are not cool underneath her touch like she expected, no they are warm close to scalding, holding an inner fire that draws her closer still, her hand looking awfully small as she caresses the creature's flank.

“Keeping some secrets?” She asks with a laugh, suspecting there is a reason for the power she can feel smoldering underneath the surface.

You can try to find them out, he has curled around her, his huffing laugh sending a cloud of steam up from his nostrils, the warm gust sneaking underneath her cloak to dampen her naked skin causing a delighted shiver.

Her eyes wander to the leathery wings on his back as she wonders how they will look spread in flight.

“Do you think I could ride on your back?” The question is out before she can contemplate if this is wise. “While you fly?”

Do you want to? There is something unexpected in his tone now, something nearly coy. As if he is astonished himself how much she likes his little show.

“Yes.” Her answer falls from her lips in a breathless sigh, the thought of having all that strength and heat beneath her, between her legs, following her commands, sending an overwhelming thrill through her. He must have heard some of her eagerness in her tone, immediately offering her one clawed leg to climb up.

When she does, the brewing storm over the ocean breaks. Lightning striking down into the roiling waves, the growl of thunder in the air coming closer. Her face hardens as she settles down between the dragon’s shoulders, winding a thick strand of its mane around her hands.

None of their brethren is always aware of every occurrence in the elements aligned with their power. But she is not so foolish as to believe in coincidences. By now Oromë and Tulkas have no doubt informed Manwë about everything they have heard and seen.

And it seems her husband is not pleased. Too bad she does not care.

Perhaps not the wisest idea to fly into a storm, Melkor offers, a lilt to his voice.

“I am quite tired of being wise.” Varda leans forward, tugging on his mane impatiently. “Now, up! Or I will think you are incapable.”

Her insolence makes him spring into the air without warning, perhaps a not undeserved surprise, a little shriek escaping her as she has to use her powers to keep herself from tumbling off him. Her vicious cursing earns her an unapologetic laugh.

Really, my queen. I am shocked you know what even half of that means.

He is saved from a scathing retort only by the fact that she can’t catch her breath enough to speak, a wild scream on her lips, as he flies into a deep dive, the waves beneath them suddenly so close she thinks she could touch them.

This is both similar and so different from racing him in spirit form. There is the exhilarating thrill of flight yes, but now she has a body to revel in every sensation. The wind in her hair, the swooping sensation in her stomach, the tentalizing heat and friction between her naked thighs at his every move. It fills her until she feels she could burst with the immensity of it.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks when Melkor hesitates at the edge of the storm, lightning flashing down dangerously close. “Fly in.”

There is rain now, bitingly cold on her hair and her skin, soaking her in seconds. It does not dim her excitement, on the contrary she leans back her head to catch a few drops with her mouth. They explode on her tongue, icy and clear.

“Or are you afraid, oh mighty Lord of Darkness?” She calls out, when the dragon swerves to the side at the last moment one more time.

Are you challenging me? His tone hovers somewhere between amusement and annoyance.

Varda buries her face in the dark mane in front of her, her hands firm on those heated scales, his scent that somehow has not changed, all darkness and something enticingly spicy, all around her.

Always. She thinks back.

#varda x melkor #melkor x varda #melkor #varda x morgoth #varda elentari #silm smut #silm fic

[cilil]

I have thought long and hard about the gift-giving...

I have 2....

A gift TO Navë FROM Námo. It can be sweet, it can be suggestive, it can be hilariously ambiguous lol

A gift TO Ilmarë FROM Nári. That one should definitely be outrageous and flirty.

And I send you hugs and buckets full of love from myself.

I am so looking forward to what you'll come up with for all of these...Tag me, please <3

♡ To: Navë ♡ From: Námo

𝓐 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽

The holidays were approaching. 

And the only reasons why Navëquen was aware of it were his impeccably maintained calendar and the fact that he had been practically evicted from his office with orders to take some time off. He would have been fine with yet another normal day, but alas, Námo had insisted. 

With a small frown and a couple of files hidden underneath his robes, Navëquen returned to his chambers. If he worked through these before any holiday celebrations took place that he might have to attend, there was a chance that any delays caused by Námo's Maiar sitting idle for a while wouldn't be too noticeable; though the prospect of drawing or journaling was getting more and more tempting as well. 

Navëquen's musings were interrupted when he spotted a gift on his bed, wrapped in emerald green paper and adorned with a silver bow. For a moment he wondered how someone had managed to forget their things in his usually empty room, until it occurred to him that it might be a holiday gift for him – a suspicion that was soon confirmed by further investigations. 

His name had been written on the gift with silver ink, and he would recognize that handwriting anywhere. 

Sitting down on his bed, Navëquen dropped everything he had been holding and took the gift in his hands instead. It was from Námo. His lord, his idol, his esteemed mentor and secretly beloved Vala had thought of him. 

It was with utmost care that he unwrapped the gift, gently pulling the bow apart and folding the paper. They would be carefully stashed away later. 

Námo had given him a book, an empty sketchbook to be exact. Navëquen examined the pages, letting his fingers glide across the paper's texture. He could already imagine how his pencil would sound on it, like a quiet melody that was part of his music. 

What a lovely gift. And with that, the rest of his evening was decided as well. 

He was going to draw Námo.

♡ To: Ilmarë ♡ From: Nári Warnings: References to sex, Nári can't behave herself

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽

"Hey there, little starlight." 

The greeting was accompanied by a sharp whistle, and Ilmarë turned around to find herself face to face with a certain Balrog grinning down at her. 

"What do you want?" she asked cautiously. 

"I got a gift for you. Why, is that a crime nowadays?" Nári winked at her, and Ilmarë got the distinct feeling that she wouldn't care even if it was. 

"That is very nice of you," she began, "but I feel like I should let you know that I have nothing to give you in return because... well, I wasn't exactly expecting to be exchanging gifts with a servant of darkness." 

"That's alright. You can make it up to me in other ways." 

Ilmarë chose to ignore the lascivious smirk and tail wag that followed her statement and accepted a small oval object wrapped half-burned paper. It turned out to be some kind of stone, though when she touched it, it felt as if something was vibrating inside. 

"What is this?" she asked. 

Nári leaned down to get to her eye level. "Do you really have no idea what to do with vibrating things, little starlight?" 

"I... am not sure what you are alluding to?" 

The Balrog shook her horned head, causing sparks to be sent flying in all directions. "Oh dear. No one told me you're as oblivious as Gotty's silly little bird boy. Really, I need to let Melkor know his family sucks." 

"Please don't insult the king and queen in my presence," Ilmarë said icily. 

"Fine, fine. I mean, we could do something more fun instead, for example I could show you what to do with your gift." 

Experienced or not, the way Nári smirked at her was enough for Ilmarë to tell where this was going.

"If this is a... sex thing, I am grateful that you are so concerned about my... wellbeing, but I don't think we are at a point where I want to engage in anything with you," she said firmly. 

"Very well, little starlight. I know Maiar like you are often shy, and for the time being you can just think of me instead." Nári turned to leave, looking over her shoulder one more time as she summoned her fire in preparation for the way home. "And yes, it is a "sex thing"." 

taglist: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @eunoiaastralwings @i-did-not-mean-to @singleteapot @wandererindreams

#navequen #navëquen #nari #nári #ilmare #ilmarë #oc #maia oc #ainu oc #silm oc #maiar #ainur #navequen x namo #nari x ilmare #drabble #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing

[melkors-big-tits]

Well since you reblogged the post about ask boxes on tumblr I CONSIDER IT IS MY DUTY TO LITTER YOUR BOX WITH MY STUPID SQUEALS--- one question appeared in my head (I may have been looking through your blog inattentively, I dunno) but I'm really curious about how you imagine Thuri😳😳

Judging by what chic designs you have created for the main ambassadors of Silma-gachi-muchi, I wonder how the sanest person there looks and also their gangbang operator and respected critic

As I'm still pretty much in the shadowban jail I'll add this @junk-whunk-punk-artist in the hopes that this answer will reach you and won't get lost in the limbo🥹

On to the answering💖

First off thank you for the ask, they're always fun to do, and now for the answer; when I design characters I very rarely take inspiration from just one source and I don't do "face claims" etc but I will pick someones nose and another persons eyes and add that one actors chin to built my designs.

But This time I got such strong Thuri vibes from an icon, especially from her 80's rock/metal look, that it'd be Stupid of me not to follow my gut feeling and inspiration😤

The Icon I'm talking about is of course

✨Cher✨

And I am specifically talking about This look (Ain't she gorgeous?)

Not the Vegas sparkly outfits (that's more Melkors style💕) but with the big dark curly hair, the studded leather jackets and leather skirt look💖💕

Why Cher you ask?

Well the answer is that I really don't know😂

But when I saw her something just sort of Clicked and now I can't look at her without thinking of Thuringwethil.

There's just something there in her deep eyes, which at the same time can look so melancholic and like the mother of all resting bitch faces, and in the interesting proportions of her face that just conjure up our fave lesbian bat from hell😈😈

Plus her Attitude is Amazing~✨ She can look so sweet while saying The cattiest things and I love her for that💕💖💕😼

Thuri Deserves to be an amazing and Iconic vampire woman and Cher is the perfect "role model" for that✨💖✨💕💖✨

And if anyone's gonna claim that Cher doesn't fit Thuri then here's a few gifs that Prove that Thuri is as much of an Icon as Cher😤

See?

Basing Thuri on Cher is a Golden idea✨✨

--now I'll just have to find the Time to draw her😅😅

#melkor answers #thuringwethil #Thuri #Thil #the silmarillion #silmarillion #tolkien #my headcanons

[kirango-rouge]

(to all my undertale followers, i deeply appologize for these drawings coming out of nowhere on your dashboard ><)

lotr Melkor and Mairon doodles heavily inspired by @ranuunculus 's work! i love their art style, it has this dark softness/soft darkness aura that i appreciate. (some of their drawings were used as references in pic 1 and 3 and in hair/horn designs while i was searching myself in drawing the two world peace menaces, as i never drew them ever before).

go check their 🎨[work]🎨, it's amazing! ^w^

pics legends under cut

pic 1: the experimental pic where i tried to visualize how i wanted to draw my version of Morgoth. Idk why but i immediately imagined him with nocturnal vibes, like a very moody owl, so i literally gave him an owl mask and made him very fluffy and poofy (do not be afraid of him stretching his neck, come closer). The crown was the hardest part. i initially wanted to draw something different from other artists, but i wasn't very successful at that.

pic 2: my take on the man Sauron. He was easier to do as i was parasitized by his design in the movies, but i still wanted to try something different. Even though i am not very satisfied with his armor, i still like the idea of a giant single blazing eye-opening on the helmet. I also like his more straight and rigid horns compared to Morgoth's more wavy and untamed ones.

pic 3: trying a mentor/lieutenant pose, because why not.

pic 4: my attempt at drawing humanoid faces (which I'm not used to at all xD) Yet i very much like the result!

pic 5: "interest"

pic 6: surely my favourite pic! Morgoth is here closer from what i picture him in my head: a wild force of raw emotions coated in a fae-like shape. Both terrifying and yet attractive like a black hole.

pic 7: "before everything went wrong" featuring Melkor the owl, Manwe the eagle, and Nienna the hummingbird (because i like her a lot, and i just decided that all Valar now have bird masks).

pic 8: literally Sauron as a wolf and Morgoth as a cuban prehistoric owl (or Ornimegalonyx for when you'll check Wikipedia. and yes, this thing did actually exist and i had to make it xD).

and there were the pics! thank you for watching ^w^.

#kiran doodles #lotr #the silmarillion #morgoth #sauron #melkor #mairon #too much tags halp #nienna #manwe

[oxbridge-scribbles]

For Innumerable Stars 2022

Prompt by BloodwingBlackbird for the character group "Farmer Maggot's Dogs & Oromë"

Inspired by the Strength card from the Rider–Waite Tarot deck and an abundance of existential terror. More after the jump.

(Fish's note--Noodle didn't quite finish this note before life intervened but says that the gist of it is here. Having listened to endless moaning about this for the past two months, I can confirm.)

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I probably intermittently screamed for about half an hour when I saw this character group nestled amongst other (ostensibly) more... approachable groups, but I like to suffer, so I sorrowfully set aside my draft of a M*A*S*H* pastiche set in the Houses of Healing and went on a journey through the gurgling bowels of the internet.

Eventually, I somehow stumbled on the Strength card from the Rider-Waite deck:

"Ah," I said to myself sagely after reading precisely half a Wikipedia article, "Yes."

The Strength card depicts a lion and a woman with a lemniscate (infinity symbol) over her head. Some cards place the woman in a more explicit position of power, while others simply have them cuddling and the like.

Wikipedia says that A. E. Waite says that this card is associated with "power, energy, action, courage, magnanimity; also complete success and honours" while, when reversed, it is associated with "despotism, abuse of power, weakness, discord, sometimes even disgrace."

"Tulkas," I mumbled feverishly, "Melkor. Trees."

Sluggishly, I plumbed Google for some inspiration on Farmer Maggot's dogs. I emerged from that dark road with nothing but their names, which I promptly forgot.

"That lion looks like a hairy dog," I said, "And sure, let's make Oromë genderously ambiguous and worry about everything else later."

Oromë, along with most of the Valar, have always felt a little sinister to me, so the initial plan was to draw Oromë smilingly slitting lion-dog's throat, with the corpses of Nahar and the other two dogs lying around in the foreground. When I proposed this to my dog-loving friend, he stopped just short of attempting to execute me, but it was a near thing.

"But dogs," I pleaded, "Hunting. Death."

"No," he replied.

Defeated, I returned to the internet for inspiration. In the pits of delirium, I stumbled upon this Wikipedia article about Sköll, a wolf that supposedly spends its time chasing the sun.

"Wolves are basically dogs, but hairier," I declared.

From there my fate was sealed. I'm not a fan of hair in general, so Oromë was given a skull to wear, and I made some half-hearted attempts at mushrooms.

As the Strength card is the eighth card in the eight card in the Rider-Waite deck, I had the brilliant idea to substitute an eight-rayed sun for the Roman numerals at the top. Suddenly, I had a draft.

Another early idea I'd had was to show Oromë being hunted by the three dogs, but that didn't seem to fit with the general theme of "Oromë, the magnanimous despot" I was going for, so I nixed it. I did want to have some sort of theme of vengeance, however, so the sköll-dog emerged from a blackened tree, which I imagined to be the withered remains of Laurelin (or even just your run-of-the-mill dead tree) to suggest the role of the Valar in the Darkening.

Time passed. Things got more dramatic. Sköll-dog became a limbless dragon-dog. I became geographically confused, found myself in Japan, and then the sun tragically lost both sunglasses and rays. Lion-dog became problematic. I helpfully forgot Nahar existed.

Eventually, I lost my mind, gave lion-dog a mushroom infection, and decided to digitally burn out the ugliest tree I have ever drawn in my life.

I'm going to take a nap now.

#innumerable stars 2022 #picture-scribbles #tolkien #silmarillion #oromë #farmer maggot #tarot

[thelien-art]

I´m done with the calendar except the 25... all up to the 24 are done but I can´t do anything with the 25 so while I´m waiting on my brain to work I´m doing some projects - like making characters designs, there is a lot I´m not sure about so some characters look a bit different when I draw them, and I don´t like that

I found a design for Melkor right before the war of wrath, I already have one for him in Utumno, I like the idea of him loving colorful clothes, even when he comes home with the Silmarils, although he slowly lets them go and walk more in black.

Then when the war of wrath starts, he cut´s he´s hair (Melkor loses his ability to create color when he steals the Silamrils he can still change form bc tolkien claims he loses his fair form when he takes the Silmarils yet he still shows up in a fair form when he first meets the humans so I understand "fair form" as color)

with the iron crown under cut

#tolkien #silmarillion #melkor #morgoth #character design #digital art #silm art #my art #i think ill use the middle one most #the third is more of a hunting thing or that kind of thing i dont really think he leaves the house at this point #it still have some colors in it and look less ixpensiv so its probaly hes go to when he feels safe or just good #im also working on something to one of my fav fics by one of my fave fic writers and i know they know who they are as i talked with them

[phoenixrisesoncemore]

Effoliate the Tree of Tales

It's Tolkien Tuesday on Twitter with a theme of "trees," and I thought I'd share my thoughts from there on tumblr as well.

These days the first tree that comes to mind when I think of Tolkien is perhaps an odd one: the Tree of Amalion, a "tree of tales" which Tolkien drew at least three times. This one (which I saw in person!) is my favorite.

Dated to the time of the writing of The Lord of the Rings, The Maker of Middle-earth exhibit catalogue describes it as "a representation of the stories and poems that arose in [Tolkien’s] mind but required uninterrupted time and concentration to bring to fulfillment: luxuries which, as a conscientious academic and devoted husband and father, he did not possess." By the time of The Lord of the Rings, Tolkien seems to have become aware that there were tales he would never live to tell—his fate, after all, would be the fate of all Men.

There are at least two other versions of this tree, and the one on the left is probably the one most people are familiar with since it appears on the cover to the 2001 HarperCollins paperback edition of Tree and Leaf—quite a fitting choice!

But this type of iteration and variation goes deeper than iterations of the entire tree. On each tree no two flowers are alike, and yet each is a new combination of the colors and shapes present in the other flowers. Variation. Adaptation?

Diversity in creation is inherently good (consider Melkor's repetitive additions to the music as they attempt, like a cancer, to drown out the variety of the voices around him). Even more than inherently good, diversity may be necessary. The splintered light that is "endlessly combined in living shapes that move from mind to mind" in Mythopoeia is positive, even if the the splintering, itself, can be cast as negative, providing for Creation what Verlyn Flieger in her book Splintered Light calls the "absolute necessity of change." Meanwhile, Jonathan McIntosh in The Flame Imperishable points to humanity as a necessary participant in Creation who through myth-telling allows "reality for the first time [to come] into its own, accomplishing by God’s own ordination the ‘effoliation and multiple enrichment of creation,’” a reference to "On Fairy-stories."

Is this why “things more beautiful” (per Manwe) are “more” beautiful? The “more” first qualifies not quality, but quantity. The addition of “more” beauty (quantitatively) to the pattern creates a pattern that is “more” beautiful (qualitatively).

“Effoliate” is a rather archaic botany term that means “to open into leaf.” And here we make the jump from image to image—from light to trees—as metaphors for the reality-completing act of subcreation. The jump is not far: light and trees are already linked in Tolkien. All manner of human creative activity can be represented in these two images.

In my blog's drafts folder is a post titled "The Infinite Variety of God: The Evolutionist and The Creationist Visit Middle-earth" about the Tree of Amalion, fanfiction, and this line from "On Fairy-stories." One important point from it: every act of creation (in the world as we know it) recombines already existing objects/symbols/ideas into new configurations. The new configuration is a new thing in and of itself, but it is built from "colors" and "shapes" that predate it. Fanfiction is a variation on this process that is (very generally) situated within particular social and economic boundaries. The "colors and shapes" that are used as the building blocks in the creation of fanfiction may be more complex or recent than more generalized tropes, symbols, and conventions used in "original" works, but every act of written sub-creation ("original" or "fanfiction") draws on what came before it right down to the conventions of story-telling, symbolic associations, and a shared understanding of words themselves.

The Tree of Amalion represents this very process: the colors and shapes of one story are recombined into something else, something that references and reflects but splinters and evolves, actualizing Creation as only The Children and the infinite variety of sub-creation can.

So go write your fanfic!

Effoliate the Tree of Tales.

And if anyone complains, tell them you’re doing the Lord’s work.

#tolkien #The Silmarillion #Tree and Leaf #On Fairy-stories #Mythopoeia #Tree of Amalion #tree of tales #effoliation of creation #fanfiction #transformative works #splintered light #trees #The Flame Imperishable #Splintered Light: Logos and Language in Tolkien's World #tolkien studies

[ruiniel]

※FANDOMS and CHARACTERS

Castlevania series (2017-2021): Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Greta of Danesti, Carmilla of Styria, Lisa Tepes

Castlevania: Nocturne (2023): Richter Belmont, Tera Renard, Maria Renard, Annette, Drolta Tzuentes, Alucard, Abbot Emmanuel

The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-earth: Glorfindel, Sauron, Maeglin, Haleth, Aegnor, Andreth, Caranthir, Maedhros, Curufin, Celegorm, Finrod, Fingon, Morwen, Aerin, Aredhel, Nerdanel, Maglor, Eöl, Túrin, Gwindor, Finduilas, Niënor, Thuringwethil, Lúthien, Tar-Míriel, Amarië, Melkor, Beleg, Nellas, Orc characters, Olórin, Eönwë, Elwing, Eärendil, Mandos, Mîm, might add others

The Lord of The Rings: Arwen, Éowyn, Gimli

Mononoke (2007) & Ayakashi Japanese Classic Horror (2006): Kusuriuri (the 'Medicine Seller'), Kayo, Ochō

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: Rengoku Kyōjurō, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, Tsugikuni Michikatsu (Kokushibō), Akaza

※RULES

I will change the blog description to say REQUESTS OPEN when asks for writing are open, which means I'll be open to requests that follow these rules

Please note I will only write for characters mentioned in the above section

I welcome Gen requests

For character/character pairings, I also write polyamory, welcoming your OT3/OT4 requests

I will not take requests involving major character death or pregnancy

I write both SFW and NSFW

For NSFW requests, I welcome kink related requests. If I don't write for a particular kink, I'll tell you

I will refuse requests I personally find uncomfortable or feel I cannot accommodate

For xReader requests, please specify if F/M/Gender Neutral reader in your request. If none is specified or the request is unclear in this respect, the default will be Gender Neutral reader. Note: I consider xReader requests as canon x original character (this is my house). If you like, you're free to mention specific traits for the 'Reader' in your ask.

I ask for patience, sometimes requests may take longer due to other responsibilities or unforeseen life events. You know how it is.

※REQUEST TYPES I WILL WRITE

drabble to pentadrabble (100-500 words)

oneshot (usually 500-1.5k words; longer if I get more ideas)

headcanons (HCs)

I don't take multichapter story requests, but it may happen that a oneshot can turn into a multichapter

※PAIRING TYPES I WILL WRITE

For any combination of characters on this list: character & character, character & reader.

For any combination of adult characters on this list: character/character, character/reader, character + character, character + reader, character & character, character & reader.

What this means:

/ = romantic/sexual relationship

& = friendship, platonic relationship

+ = queer platonic, other relationships

◘ MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES (2017-2021)

◘ MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES x READER

◘ MASTERLIST: TOLKIEN FANFICTION

◘ MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES HEADCANONS

I do not take drawing requests.

#ruiniel:fanfiction #ruiniel:request rules