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feanors-silmarils · 1 month
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Art Commissions of my Tolkien OC's Manó and Aratacáno, Maiar of Námo and the Blue Istari done for me by the wonderful: @liusia-piu
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Tûl Harar WIP: Arrival of the Blue Istari
Just a WIP I am working on involving Manó and Aratacáno, and a few of my other OC's. Princess Fisrah of Tûl Harad, a city in Far Harad, helps her father in the welcoming of two strangers.
From high atop her throne that sat just to the left of her father’s even more grandiose one, Princess Fisrah watched the two men approach. They seemed to be a duo of peasant merchants, with their plain clothing and walking sticks, and the princess sniffed at them in contempt. The princess placed her decorated hands demurely in her lap as she only half-listened to the proceedings. Rings and gems glittered and made a gentle tinkling sound as she made the slightest movement. Sumptuous silk made a soft hissing with the adjusting of an arm or the crossing of a leg. A long, dark braid decorated with expensive baubles sat over a slender shoulder.
Normally, it was her brother Hadhokor who would take part in these sorts of things, him being the first born male by their father. But he was away now, fighting in some skirmish. But her father had seen fit to have Fisrah sit in Hadhokor’s place, telling the princess to take leave of her ladies and their gossiping.
“Strangers from the North,” she heard her father, the Lord Azhab, say with a sneer and a wave of a hand. “Why should I welcome you? Do you wish to bring the Elvish war upon us all? Don’t think that we are deaf to the rumors here in my court. There may be a huge distance between our lands, but word travels fast, especially in the caravans. My people have no need for more wars or for shedding blood. They’ve seen enough of that already.”
One of the two “merchants” stepped forward, the taller of the pair, a reddish tint coloring the silvery locks (his looks almost attractive, even, in Fisrah’s opinion), and he spoke, bowing politely to those assembled:
”You couldn’t be farther from the truth, your eminence. We are but humble tradesmen, my friend and I. We wish no trouble on your citizenry”
Fisrah took note of how her father analyzed the man’s words, his eyes cold and shrewd, sitting forward in his chair and rubbing his bearded chin in thought:
“I see. But how do in know that you’re just not trying to trick me with your silver tongue? And your silent friend. What has he to say about all of this? Or have you instead come to my city to kill me and steal my authority?”
The other man’s head popped up then, and Fisrah could almost believe that she saw a flash of anger there on the ageless Elven features. Though the two seemed to be old men clutching tightly to walking sticks, there was something to them that she could not name. She had never seen one of the Elven folk before, only heard the tales, but Fisrah supposed that this is what they must look like.
Who are these men who claim themselves mere merchants?
”Shall I have my guards search you and throw you into the dungeons to let your flesh be torn apart by my tigers for speaking such treasons?”
Flinching at the image conjured up in her mind, Fisrah idly pushed it from her head. She had better things to consider, places to be, other than such horrid and unnecessarily bloody events. How she detested talk like that!
Tension hung in the air then, staring daggers, neither saying anything to the other. 
It was then, that the princess shifted in her seat, moving gracefully to whisper in her father’s ear in a sweetened tone:
”Father, these men are tired, having clearly traveled from afar. Perhaps we might offer some food and shelter? It is obvious they mean no harm.”
Letting out a huff, the Lord Azhab finally sat back, his arms across his chest. It seemed to her that he did take heed of her words, thinking them over before giving his reply to the two men.
”I’ve heard quite enough from you.” Lord Azhab spat, “Not enough from your friend however. I shall like to hear what he has to say as well. I command it.”
Giving another small bow, the man moved aside, giving room to the other stranger. The princess saw how the silent one slowly hobbled forward, his gaze stern and unyielding as that of his fellow merchant (if that was what they truly were). It was like staring straight into the gaze of the Great Judge himself, having one’s very soul on display.
The princess could not suppress the shiver that slid up the length of her spine, swallowing hard. It was far from a cold day, and yet it felt like an icy wind blew right through the room. 
A group of armed soldiers stepped up, hands on their swords and ready to defend their lord. As if mesmerized, Lord Azhab waved them to step back.
What threat is an old and feeble man, in anycase?
Opening his hands in a friendly gesture, the silent one did finally speak:
”My good and mighty Lord of Tûl Harar, we two are bringers of peace. That is all. We bring no weapons or any enemies trailing behind after us. Nor do we have any dubious connections with the Northern forces from Gondor or otherwise. Let us go free, and we will trouble you no more.”
The man’s words took hold of them then, grabbing their attention and not letting go. Even Fisrah tried to fight it, but in the end had to relent to whatever spell was woven by this strange man who wasn’t just a man. And suddenly, the pair became tall and majestic as any king surrounded by subjects, ready to put out a hand and speak an order to them. 
“You…what power do you have that gives you the right to speak to me like that??” Azhab said, standing from his seat, hands clenched at his sides. 
A hush filled the room, as there was no response. Fisrah brought a hand to her mouth, letting out a soft gasp.
Yes, that was what they were. Spies. They obviously wanted to steal the wealth from her father and cast them out onto the street.
“Spies, then. That is what you are. Spies, and snoops.”
Turning, the lord quietly spoke to a man to stood off to the side, head lowered in respect. When Azhab turned back, he sneered:
“We will show you how we deal with spies, in Tûl Harar.”
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fate-sealer · 1 year
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Name: Ambarnon  
Alias(s): N/A
Nickname (s): Arno
Gender: N/A Appears Male
Birth: Before the Creation of Arda
Titles: The Horseman of Death, Maiar of Mandos, One of the Four Horsemen of Mandos
Birth Place: The void
Heritage: Made by a creature which existed in the void before Eru made the Valar
Parentage: Mandos (Creator)
Sibling(s): Voronwo, Varyaro and Ranyaro
Class: Warlock
Race: Maiar
Background: Mandos freed him from the dark creature which he was bound to and he followed the Valar ever since
Alignment: Lawful good
Origins: Made from Dark ancient Magic which outdates the Valar
Weapons: Scythe, Sword
Magical Ability(s):
Weather Manipulation, Soul guiding, Soul reading, Teleportation
Appearance: 
Visual Age: 29 (immortal)
Eye Color: Blueish green
Hair Color: Raven with a misty end
Hair Style: mostly down
Skin color: Pale
Proficiency: Swordsmanship, sleight of hand
About:
Romantic Relationship: Yes & Poly
Partner(s): Valkor Maiar of Irmo, Faeron son of Fëanor
Sexuality: Poly gay
Likes: His lovers, his brothers, getting to be in middle earth after Faeron's exile of Valinor
Dislikes: Fëanor, the sons of Fëanor minus Caranthir & Faeron because they are annoying
Relationships 
Mandos (His Valar):
He is grateful to the Valar for helping him so is paying him back through service even if that debt has long been paid he still works for him
Voronwo (Horseman of Famine his other younger Brother):
Since Arno is older than all his brothers by an age he got to see Voron before he was all pissy and still gets to see that side of him unlike his other brothers and he is on good terms with him
Varyaro (Horseman of war his younger Brother):
Arno loves teasing him especially when their lovers bring them together in Middle Earth, but he respects his brother to the point he would do most things for him and Varya would return the deed especially as Varya pushed him to confess to the two who where already together lovers he has.
Ranyaro (Horseman of Conquest his younger brother):
He, finds Ranya's fake cursing amusing because not many people speak proto Valarin other than the horseman and the Valar so people actually believe him unless it is a Valar and he is just shouting random words at them, but honestly Arno can see why Ranya got the title of horseman even under his semi childish demander he has potential and he is smarter them him and the other brothers put together maybe thats why he's the detective of Valinor as well.
Extra: 
Rides a Morgul Horse with A Mane of Blueish Green fire
he has Lammergier's (Bearded Vultures) following him like Varya has Ravens, Voron has Hawks and Ranya has Eagles
Links:
Weapon Choices
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naarisz · 1 year
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Melian :)
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tolkien-povs · 9 days
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Due to personal reasons, I will be publishing a fic on Mairon giving pieces of advice to really anyone when he comes out of his room and socialises, which is a rare occurrence.
I would not advise you to partake in any of his advices unless you have a lawyer with an ∞% success rate -- essentially, God should be your lawyer if you follow up with Mairon's advice.
This fic will be published (hopefully) within a few days on AO3, and I will link it in a reblog of this post.
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the-lady-auri · 1 year
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Finished commission for @saurons-flaming-eye of their lovely maia oc. I had fun drawing this one!
As of this post, my commission queue is now empty, so please see pinned if interested in a commission
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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 10 months
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Námo’s Maiar
Námo has several Maiar serving him. They have no preferred names, and their fanas are hidden within cloaks of black velvet and veils of slate gray. They wear no crowns or other adornments. They collect the fëar of those that have passed on or were slain, cleansing them and preparing them for judgment.
Each Maia represents a different aspect of the Doomsman of the Valar: Patience, Prudence, Foresight, Indifference and Evenhandedness. If Námo is away, all five Maiar must be present when passing judgment over fëar. Nienna would aid them, advising when mercy is needed. 
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tags: @cilil​ @edensrose​ @asianbutnotjapanese​ @fictionfordays​ 
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cilil · 1 year
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A few more autocorrect Silm name fails for you to enjoy
Melkor: Mellow, Melanie, Melissa
Mairon: Marion, Mario, Maurice
Manwë: Meanwhile
Varda: Cards
Aulë: Aulendorf (it's a city I think)
Oromë: Prime
Vána: Vanilla
Nienna: Niemand (German for nobody)
Námo: Nano
Vairë: Valid
Irmo: Iron
Estë: Eaten
Nessa: Message
Eönwë: Wines
Curumo: Chrome
Saruman: Sabrina
Uinen: Fine (oh I have no trouble believing she's FIIINE as heck -)
(The others were either spared or not funny enough)
My headcanons for a potential autocorrect AU:
Eru secretly sneaks into Arda as a dude named Eric
Manwë does what he always does ("meanwhile on Taniquetil...")
Varda uses her future sight to become a professional gambler
Ulmo is in love with Manwë (see previous post)
Oromë is a secret spy for Amazon
Irmo somehow becomes the next Ironman
Nessa is addicted to social media (fitness blogging with Tulkas)
Eönwë drowns his sorrows in elvish wine
Curumo takes up everyone's RAM to breed more Uruk'hai
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batsyforyou · 6 months
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How I Think the Valar/Maia Will React to a P90
If unimpressed wasn’t already a common theme before it is now. 
Namo 
Him being a know it all has him unfazed by your interior existence. He merely raised a brow before continuing with his day. I mean it's not everyday one gets to meet the physical embodiment of elven death. So, maybe just be glad he was uninterested. 
Irmo 
Was more concerned about your ears and overall health than anything else. Especially after watching the guns recoil he quickly comes to the conclusion that this has and will screw with your sleep cycle and dreams. Recommends you stop using the gun and offers to help fix your sleep pattern. 
Manwe 
Just don’t use it for anything other than demonstration purposes. Firm and strict about you using the weapon at all. Either way he doesn’t like it very much similarly to Namo he simply raises one measly brow and continues with his day. 
Eonwe
Was interested in the weapon and shocked by the amount of noise it made but is more interested in your ability to fight with a staff or sword. When told about jaffa staff weapons he became particularly more interested in that. Saying something about Mairon/Sauron liking the weapon if he was there. He does some research in finding ways of defending from such weapons just in case Sauron did get wind of the idea. 
Mairon/Sauron
As Eonwe predicted, if and when Sauron gets wind of the idea of both P90s and staff weapons or zats. He is insanely curious and believes that he can replicate it and hopes to implement it against the elves. He does draw inspiration from the original design (if he can get his hands on it) but mostly wings it and uses the idea of the Two Trees generating light to help guide him in creating energy fueled weapons. Though since goblins tend to make the most destructive and cruel devices I think if given enough time, Sauron can totally figure out how to make his own version of these weapons. If Feanor can make three glowing sunlight gems then Sauron can create energy fueled weapons of mass destruction. Thankfully for the scenario and headcanons he doesn’t get to figure out and is defeated by the loss of the One Ring. 
Melkor
He loves the idea. Mass destruction and chaos paired with fire is his entire aesthetic. He did create fire breathing dragons for a reason you know. So he loves it. He just has to figure out how to make it though that's what he has Mairon for. 
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Imagine what it was like for Námo and his Maiar when first kinslaying happened.
The Trees were dead and everything was crazy and no Ainu knew if they could find new light sources.
The elves belIeved the world to be stable, but Ainur knew better. They made the world and they knew the world could be broken, easily. Now the light was gone and Melkor was loose and there was a Void creature out there
People were worried and scared and a lot of Ainur were having war flashbacks. (They were the only ones that battled Melkor with his full power.)
People were checking the tapestries hoping to find more information but Melkor had ways to hide himself and Ungoliant just could not be shown on tapestry.
Then they felt elves dying and the elves were in pain and so much fear. They thought it was something Melkor did of course he would do that, set up something to kill the Children just for fun
They called for the elves and found out apparently now the Children are killing each other
And some of the spirits refused to leave (and some of them chased after the fleeing Noldor for their ships) so they had to retrieve them and they saw the bodies
When Ainur got killed or hurt it was always different. Sometimes they just unraveled into thoughts. On that day they saw blood drying on the port and intestines spreading out on the sand and dead body floating in water
Osse and Uinen already lost it and were out there sinking Noldor along with their stolen ships. Other Ainur did not know if they should intervene or not (Osse was bad enough but You just do not mess with an angry Uinen
Then Noldor came to the Halls and Teleri started fighting them and it was absolutely chaotic
Both Noldor and Teleri were yelling at Námo and his Maiar
Also lady Miriel was crying her eyes out and the Ainur did not know what to say to comfort her (They liked her a lot!)
Of course Námo would be mad and very terrifying when he informed Noldor of that Doom.
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feanors-silmarils · 1 month
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Maybe some Manó and Aratacáno Valentines Day stuff
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forestials · 2 years
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Manó, a Maia of Namó, for @melkors-4th-silmaril
Thank you, I had so much fun with this!
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animatorweirdo · 2 years
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Imagine being the grimm reaper and befriending Glorfindel.
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(Originally an imagine, but now a head canon. I hope you like it, and go check out imagine-all-the-elves. I send there ideas from time to time. Great stuff.)
Imagine by @imagine-all-the-elves​
Requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​
Warnings; death, devouring souls, mentions of war, sins and angs. Glorfindel being the bright soul.
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-Since the beginning, you have wandered middle earth, guiding the lost souls and claiming the souls of evil.
-You were an embodiment of hate and despair. You brought justice and devoured the souls if they were rotten to the core.
-The elves call you the punisher, the unforgiving hand of Mandos.
-They were more aware of your existence and thus feared and respected you; They stayed away from doing evil deeds the most.
-The humans call you the demon or the grim reaper. Their souls end up in your hands the most after living a life of sins.
-Creed, lust, wrath, pride. Humans were the worst. You have lost count of how many times you have devoured their souls.
-They always leave a foul taste in your mouth.
-Dwarves were also aware of your existence and sometimes paid tribute to make Aule happy because they believed if they disappointed their creator by living a bad life, Aule would hand their souls to you.
-Even the hobbits, who you adored the most, had a tradition made for you. They grow white and grey flowers at their doorstep to tell you they have been living well and to make you happy because they thought the white flowers could live even in your realm.
-Adoring tradition.
-The living have made many stories about you. The guide of the afterlife. The grim reaper. The punisher of the evil. The demon under the bed. The wandering man.
-So many names and stories, but your task has always remained the same.
-Punish the souls of the sinners and guide the lost ones back to Mandos.
-Your master lord Mandos himself envisioned the world to become corrupt, so he entrusted the task of purging the souls from the dark and devouring the evil souls if you had to.
-Unlike your fellow maiar compatriots who took care of lord Namo's duties within his halls, you wander around the world.
-You were immune to corruption of the dark because of your origin.
-You weren't originally a maiar. You were born from the despair and the hatred of the first elves Morgoth had wronged. Your master had sensed your existence and pain, so he took you in and blessed you to become a real being.
-For hundreds of years, you have continued this duty, and you will continue it until the end of time.
-You existed in the realm of death, which was unseen by the living. It was cold and colorless. Only the souls shone brighter.
-Dark was your gown, and you carried a scythe as a weapon and a tool.
-Your physical appearance didn't have meaning because you can appear as many things by the sinners. Things they feared, people they wronged, everything that gave them dread.
-When you didn't appear like that, you looked almost like the living. Your hair was grey like an old man's, and your skin was pale as snow, but your lower face appeared like a mouth of a skeleton.
-Anything under your nose was nothing but a skeleton, the skin was almost transparent, and the gown covered your body which was nothing but a mass of darkness.
-Your appearance was horrible to look as many would say, but you didn't care.
-You have seen many things through the ages. The wars for the jewels that caused the death of many innocent. The rise and fall of many kingdoms. The sinking of Beleriand. The rise and fall of Numenor and so many more. You have seen it all.
-You could say the first and the second age were the busiest time of your life. You almost thanked Eru that everything calmed down when the third age came.
-Years have passed, and nothing new would happen. You guide the lost souls toward Mandos. You feast and punish the souls of sinners. It was the same as always.
-But someone peculiar would interfere with your work from time to time.
-Glorfindel, the reborn warrior from the time of old. The elf with golden hair and presence like a sun.
-You met him once during the fall of Gondolin. Your master sent you there with your old friend, Gorgumoth and the other hounds, to retrieve and spare the elven souls from the darkness.
-Glorfindel valiantly fought a balrog but died after they both fell from the cliff. His soul released from his body, but so was the Balrog's which almost snatched him into darkness.
-You saved his soul by reaping the Balrog's soul from existence. It would never return even with the blessings from valars.
-Glorfindel looked at you with fear when you appeared before him, but you gently guided him toward Mandos, and that was that.
-You didn't think much of the encounter, but to your surprise, the elf returned years later, sent by the valars.
-Since he died once, he was able to see you.
-The living can see you if they experienced death, so it was weird for you to be seen by him. It never happened before, especially when he was curious and sometimes followed you around.
-You didn't encourage yourself to talk or interact with him because it was not part of your duties, but he didn't cause any trouble, so you left him be.
-He was talkative and wondered how your powers and duties worked. He respectfully never crossed the line with his curiosity, so you were never uncomfortable answering his questions.
-You gave simple answers, but whenever you spoke, he was even more eager to talk with you.
-You rarely spoke because you never had to speak with living before. It was weird for you.
-You didn't mind his presence because you found him somewhat enjoyable to have around.
-You two would sometimes exchange tales and stories.
-He would tell things from the living, and you listened.
-You didn't have much to tell, but you told him about peculiar souls you have met and punished.
-One interesting story you had to offer was that once every ten years, the valars gave you the power to deal with the living. You used that power to invade Angband and reclaim souls from Morgoth's grasp.
-Unlike other maiars and spirits, you were not born from the light, so Morgoth and his underlings were powerless against you whenever you came.
-You would kill and reap the maiars under his commands and release the innocent souls so they would saved from his corruption.
-It was one of the reasons why the creatures of the dark feared you the most.
-Glorfindel would laugh because his kin has called the times when Morgoth would be weakest, the years of bad luck, now he knew it was your doing.
-Conversation became a common thing between you two.
-But then he started interfering with your work.
-When you try to collect the souls of the animals who were about to pass away. He would be there to heal and rescue them from death.
-In some rare cases, he would help people out and change their fate.
-You didn't mind his interference because there was no rule the living coulnd't save others and alter their fate, so he was free to do it.
-You started to enjoy it because it felt like a game where who was the first to save or take the soul. You can't interfere because you have to wait until the soul has left the body, so it was on Glorfindel if he could interfere first.
-It was usually with animals, and you lost most of the time. Glorfindel would always smile and laugh, telling you he won. It was never in a vile way but joyfully.
-You sometimes chuckled, happy to lose to him. You did enjoy losing to him, and not just because it would mean less work for you.
-For the first time it felt like there was light in your realm.
-Glorfindel never interfered when it came to sinners, so he respectfully stayed out of it when it was time for them to go.
-You stay out of his sight when it's time to punish some souls, so he will be unable to see what you will do to the sinners, but in close distance, he can hear the screams of the soul you reaped.
-It would send shivers across his back, but he never thought less of it. Your duty was to punish the evil, so he never thought lowly of you.
-Your powers were great, and you had the right to be feared. Glorfindel didn't even think you looked horrid in the eyes of others.
-To him, you held some sort of beauty of nature and the afterlife. You were the spirit of Mandos after all.
-You don't always cross paths, but when you do. Glorfindel always treats you like an old friend.
-You do not feel much. You can't cry, hate, or have other emotions, but you enjoy the golden haired elf's company.
-No one knows Glorfindel can see or interact with you. He was to never speak about it.
-He sometimes interfered with your work, but sometimes he aided you with it.
-He wished to aid you when you had troubles finding certain sinners, so you gifted him a bell to summon you when he crossed paths with them.
-The Nazguls became troublesome when they came into existence. They were powerful and free from the shackles of life, but they knew to fear you and avoid Glorfindel.
-They try to avoid the golden-haired elf at any given chance especially when he rings the bell and you arrive to finish the job.
-The hollow screams would be filled with fear, and the living would know what scared them.
-It was strange to allow a living to help you, but it made your work less troublesome, and you enjoyed Glorfindel's presence.
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helreginn · 1 year
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The day had started the same as many before it. Quiet and cold; Peaceful solitude before the rest of her household woke. Hel had come to perch on the balcony to the west of her keep. The sky was awash in vivid sunrise hues. Nothing was out of the ordinary except for the flittering of small wings. She squinted her eyes in the low-light of dawn, searching for the source of the sound.
Finally her eyes settled on a small brown and ivory bird. And soon thereafter a less small raven haired woman. Melian. Hel knew her immediately, even in the near dark.
“What are you doing here at this hour?” Hel called down loudly. Before she even heard an answer Hel turned on her heel and started for the door.
@pxnxply @thegreatstrongbow
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melkors-big-tits · 2 years
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Gorgumoth design for TRSB <3 This is the good boy Gorgumoth who patrols Mandos' halls <3 Mind you this is the very first attempt at drawing dogs but I think he came out rather nice
At least he has the things I was going for which are Borzoi features, double ears, elegant eyes and mist like fur~
You can read the Lovely fic here but be warned for it is Very NSFW:
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edensrose · 2 years
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ these are the outlines / headcanons that I follow when writing for the ainur or just referring to them in general on my blog. you are welcome to use some as well or dm / send in an ask should you have anything you'd like to add. I'll be including the rest of the ainur as I add them to the masterlist
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valar‧₊˚࿔
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ manwë.
ʚ long, white hair that looks like clouds around him with how soft it is
ʚ his eye colour changes in accordance to the sky's colours, he often does not have irises or pupils
ʚ fair skin, pointed ears, white lashes — sometimes he tops it off with white / blue eyeliner and simple, clear gloss
ʚ has large white wings that he can summon at will
ʚ tall, very tall. I range him from 8 - 9 feet
ʚ wears white and blue robes, most likely has a feather drop earring and a crown which mimics feathers along the sides but joins at a jewel at the centre of his forehead
ʚ he is kind-hearted, calm and collected, typically seen with a gentle smile on his face. his voice is generally soft and rarely does he raise it. definitely one of the valar who babies the maiar the most. tries to avoid conflict but that does not mean he’s incapable should conflict arise
ʚ in his free time he ventures to a little section of Ilmarin where there are bird baths and feeders, it is there that there are a variety of small birds which he loves to talk to
ʚ a tenor in terms of singing vocals
ʚ naturally, he can control the air and elements of the sky. ranges from manifesting little clouds in his hands to creating roaring winds and storms
ʚ most likely has attachment issues due to melkor. he honestly just wants his brother back the way in which he remembers him
ʚ fights with a sword and most likely has trained some of the maiar in swordsmanship
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ melkor.
ʚ long black hair, honestly very hard to maintain but hey, he manages to do so. a bit curly, very very voluminous
ʚ pale violet eyes, sometimes he makes it so that the whites of his eyes are black, other times he has slits for pupils
ʚ warm, tanned skin, pointed ears, black eyeliner around the lids of his eyes, long and sharp dark nails. most likely has some form of elongated tongue which is most likely also black
ʚ tall, I range him from 8 - 9 feet
ʚ piercings along his lobe and helix, mostly ring piercings
ʚ he has two forms in specific, his ‘normal’ one which includes what I have mentioned above and his more terrifying one in which his form becomes warped and monster-like. he becomes taller and his mouth splits to bear sharper teeth, his eyes become black altogether and there are various dark markings all across his body
ʚ difficult to describe his outfit, so here’s a link of what I imagine him to be in
ʚ as expected, he is cunning and deceptive with a warped, blunt sense of humour. he may not seem to take much seriously but that only adds to the deceptiveness of his character. short-tempered and harsh, yet will somehow still keep that unnerving, smug smirk. reckless, uncaring, but surprisingly calculated when it comes to a lot of his schemes
ʚ spends a lot of time in working out new inventions and devices, especially when it comes to his creations
ʚ a bass in terms of singing vocals
ʚ his powers are corrupted versions of the rest of the valar’s
ʚ his weapon is a large club, however, he can alternate when it comes to weapons
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ námo.
ʚ long black hair which is straight and neatly kept. sometimes he’ll throw it up into a high ponytail sometimes with a dark hairpin
ʚ viridian eyes
ʚ pale skin, slightly pointed ears. black eyeliner around his lower lids and wears black lipstick, however, only on his upper lip
ʚ height ranges around 8'
ʚ wears rings on his fingers and his nails are dark. sometimes wears a black veil that starts below his eyes, most likely has silver accents. he wears dark robes which are styled after hanfus especially. has standard lobe piercings with tassel-drop earrings but also has piercings on the helix of his right ear
ʚ monotone and blank, even his voice sounds flat. he isn’t one to show emotion often, however, that does not mean that he does not experience emotions. he is straightforward and blunt, having a very firm belief in what is right and wrong. typically, he appears to be rather irritated and it wouldn’t be too far off from the truth. won’t hesitate to debate with someone and most likely has a knack for proving people wrong
ʚ reads in his free time
ʚ has a soft spot for gorgumoth, who is huge and looks like a man-eating hound, but is honestly just a big puppy around námo
ʚ most likely has a kiseru which he sometimes smokes from, depends on just how stressed he is
ʚ baritone in terms of singing vocals
ʚ powers include some level of foresight and aura absorption ( this is temporary and he ensures that it is not harming whatever he took it from ) with this he can make physical manifestations
ʚ associated with crows in particular
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ irmo.
ʚ medium length white hair which is very very floofy and honestly just full of sporadic curls, sometimes he puts his hair in a bun
ʚ bright violet eyes, he alternates between irises and no irises or pupils
ʚ fair skin, very pointed ears which bear piercings along them. sometimes wears gloss or white mascara
ʚ height ranges around 7'5" - 7'11"
ʚ he has a variety of silver bangles around his wrists along with silver head chains and ring chains on his hands. his outfits consist of layered white robes, typically fashioned after hanfus like his brother, however, his are far more flowy
ʚ calm yet cheerful and honestly a little outgoing. he's more on the pacifist side and honestly is such a ball of sunshine when standing next to his brother. such a sweetheart, very compassionate and honestly can even be seen as a little silly at times. however, he takes his duties very seriously and is always ready to lend a helping hand
ʚ one of the only people that can read his brother despite námo's blank expression
ʚ very emotionally intelligent and is honestly the therapist friend of majority of the ainur
ʚ tenor in terms of singing vocals
ʚ most likely has some sort of pet ferret, or perhaps a mouse, one of the two
ʚ powers include illusion manifestation and manipulation, dream / sleep inducing and can sense the desires of those around him
ʚ carries around hand fans most likely, in fact, they can even double over as weapons
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ mairon.
ʚ medium-length auburn hair that curls at the bottom and honestly looks quite soft from afar
ʚ golden eyes, he often doesn't have irises but maintains slitted pupils
ʚ warm skin tone, leaning towards tanned. red eye shadow and eyeliner but also doubles down with black eyeliner as well. depends on his mood but usually he goes for black lipstick which can alternate to red. dark, long nails
ʚ height of 7'5"
ʚ I'll link his outfit here as it's a bit difficult to explain for me but couple these with heeled boots
ʚ sarcastic but also with some level of bluntness. he has zero patience and honestly looks irritated majority of the time. he seems exasperated with everyone's behaviour. he's a huge perfectionist and sometimes it projects onto others, which only further cements his irritability. he's very intelligent and calculating but is emotionally inept
ʚ another dog dad, he absolutely loves all of his 'puppies' ( aka, werewolves )
ʚ overworked most likely, he does a lot around angband and while melkor is very capable, a lot of the planning does go to mairon
ʚ sometimes when he's mad his hair catches on fire
ʚ tenor in terms of singing vocals
ʚ makes little trinkets and inventions in his free time
ʚ power set includes manipulation and manifestation of fire
ʚ he uses his powers mostly in combat but he can settle for close range weapons pretty well
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ·⊰ ꒰❀꒱ eönwë.
ʚ curly white hair that bunches around his shoulders, so much volume
ʚ deep brown eyes that have flakes of gold in them
ʚ fair and warm skin tone, he has little wings behind his ears and a large pair of white wings from his back. he wears a few beaded bracelets. has a drop earring on his left ear
ʚ height of 7'5"
ʚ white robes with gold accents, they're rather neat and put together as to not get in the way of his training. always carries his sword on him and a few other weapons
ʚ he seems to be very serious and sometimes even unapproachable, but that couldn't be further from the truth. he's actually beyond kind and compassionate. while he does take all of his duties very seriously he can be quite adorable sometimes, akin to a lost puppy in areas where his duties are not needed. he has a lot of patience but a strong sense of justice
ʚ has trained a lot of the maiar when it comes to weapon usage and combat
ʚ during his free time he flies around or hangs out with the birds
ʚ it's difficult for him to just sit back, relax and do nothing. he always has do be doing something, sort of leaning towards a workaholic
ʚ baritone in terms of singing vocals
ʚ his powers include the manifestation and manipulation of light along with some semblance of control over the air
ʚ naturally, his main weapon of choice would be a sword but he is skilled in various weapons
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