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starflungwaddledee · 4 days

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running a little late, but someone's finally arriving at the @kirbyoctournament !

sent in to the tourney by her well meaning friends, starstruck is a Totally Normal adult waddle dee from king dedede's kingdom of dream land! she's here to try and meet new people, and maaaybe get out of her anxious shell a little bit!

equipped with her customary cheerful attitude, she's also sporting a brand new backpack full of lovingly packed goodies to help her through the event.

if you'd like to get to know her a little better, you can check out her tag on my blog, or these three important comics from previously!

a few notes for any interactions

🌸 despite being a waddle dee, other waddle dees typically don't like being around her, and folks who already know what a waddle dee should be like also tend to get a weird vibe off her. 🌸 she is quite friendly and approachable, but prone to extreme anxiety if she perceives she might have done something wrong or inappropriate. tiny wanya takes criticism the way a handful of hay takes a flame. 🌸 if you have wings and you take her flying she'll never leave your side. she's only palm sized, so if you are big and have wings or can fly, please pick her up and go flying with her please please pleeaase she wants to go go flying and fawn over your wings so so bad 🌸 for the purposes of the tourney, which by merit of its existence is something of an au timeline, consider this event to completely predate her ability to summon these.

#my art #my comics #starstruck dee #kirby #bandana waddle dee #meta knight #king dedede #throwing her into the ring!!! tiny pink bouncy stressball (ball of stress) in there with all these incredibly cool and powerful ocs!#just trotting from your house in the countryside to the Community Gathering and finding a whole bunch of literal legends there #if your oc has wings she is going to be following them around like this -> 🥺👉👈 <- the whole time. just so you know #don't let meta knight know!! she thought he had the market for both “cool knight” and “pretty wings” covered but she's in for a surprise!#anyway. phew! finally finished this just in time! excited to be participating!!! best of luck everybody!

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merilles · 3 months

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The Meeting On The Turret Stairs~💀🖤

#whoopsie daisy i did another painting redraw!!!#for me nothing can top the knight and lady/lord dynamic - it makes me feel some kind of way #it's about the devotion. the obedience. the yearning. many unreciprocated feelings #but in this case it's very dark and twisted - a product of manipulation #(and torment of various kinds. i mean come on! it's sauron we're talking about)#tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr #the rings of power #sauron #nazgul #ringwraiths #oc #lotr oc #oc: duvain #my ocs #art #my art #merilles

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tangomagnolija · 12 days

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POV youre watching the coworker who doesnt know Shit About Fuck give a presentation that will Definetly Solve All Of The Company's Problems. If said coworker was also the token Mad Scientist you keep in the basement because you couldnt hire the better ones. also sorry for the art quality i needed to get this out of my system fast

#khr oc #khr #khr lamette #art #The Plot is happening to everyone but him and no one bothers to catch him up #thats not how Mafia Fire Ring Powers work and idc the joke is funny okok #this would be happening sometime post ring battles idk i havent read or watched khr #khr varia

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justpostsyeet · 4 months

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Legolas : I can't wait to meet Lady Mîr, I have heard that she's so beautiful, so patient-

*Lindir scream past him as Mîr chases him down with a fork for calling her tiny cat again*

Legolas : so wise in decision-making-

Mirkwood Elf Guard : That's Lady Mîr, right? She's so unco-

Legolas : Now, Now, Don't we want to keep our jobs?

Mirkwood Elf Guard :

Legolas : so gentle.......oh! I can't wait to OFFICIALLY meet her.

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shierak-inavva · 3 months

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have not the sons of fëanor done you far more harm than i?

#my ocs #elowen anairiel #sauron x oc #sauron #lotr oc #lotr fanart #rings of power #rings of power fanart #technically this stemmed from talk about #halbrand #nobody perceive me on this one this was Peer Pressure 🫣💦#i also have no idea why i got so carried away with this it was just a scribble #elowen x sauron #why am i tagging that good lord #THE—THE ANNATAR BUSINESS WAS DIFFERENT OK #but also hes DEFINITELY done more to harm her than the feanorians js

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jewel-pixelheart · 2 months

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The Silmarillion OC

Here she is, my beloved Elmyr 🩵

If you want to see more content about Elmyr/Alruna: click here

And yes, I have a second Tolkien Universe related OC ✨️

She can be include (so far) into : The Silmarillion, the series The Rings of Power, The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.

Small Disclaimer :

I'm not an expert on Tolkien's work/world. I've only seen the movies/series.

But, I'm currently reading The Silmarillion, and even though I love it so much so far, this is the hardest book I have ever read 😵‍💫 Not sure I get all the story right, but I'm doing my best to understand everything ✨️

This is why my OC is more based on the movies/series than the books. Well, only until my knowledges on Tolkien's books get stronger 💪🏻

I will also make a Rings of Power timeline that will be different from her original one from The Silmarillion. I know a lot of people don't like this series (and I can understand why since I'm reading The Silmarillion), but I personally like the series as it is: Inspired by Tolkien's work and not a direct adaptation.

Things being said, and despite not having finished writing her full story yet, I still have some basic information about Elmyr to share with you:

Other Names

Alruna, Astal

Titles

The White Knight

Mother of Wolves

Great Protector of Númenor (formaly)

Birth

Before the Ainulindalë

Death

Immortal

Race

Ainur (Maiar)

Maia of Tulkas and Nessa

Realms

Valinor

Númenor

Middle-Earth

Soupse

Mairon

Weapons

Powers of Maiar

Shapeshift (especially her Wolf form)

Magic

Sword

As I already said, I'm not an expert on Tolkien's work, so any help or corrections would be welcome 🙏🏻

Do not copy, retrace or use my art without my consent !

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marimosalad · 3 months

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Commissions for my artwork are open! 💕🎨

Will do fan art, OC, NSFW, portraits of your Tav, scenes from your fanfic, and many more. Details below 👇

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niennawept · 2 months

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Palariel and Adar (a wonderful piece by the fantastic @runawaymun)

An except from my fic, Scars of Silver and Gold, Chapter 13:

She freed her hand with gentle, but insistent pressure, to wrap him tightly in her arms, with one ear pressed to the beat of his heart. He stiffened, tensed for some ill-favored thing—some half-remembered pain—but she held fast to him. After a moment, he breathed deep and followed the mingled scent of sage and athelas to bury his face in her hair. The tension left him slowly, carried away by each long exhale, until at last, he put his arms around her in return. She stayed there, listening to the thrum of his heart, until the ache of what he had told her eased.

Thank you so much @fishing4stars. What a phenomenal birthday present!

#scars of silver and gold #adar x oc #adar rings of power #adar trop #klhjakjhsdgkjhg #thank you SO MUCH Fisher and runawaymun!

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merilles · 3 months

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bear cuddles are the best cuddles!

#i would like to clarify that their relationship is platonic :)#just two gals trying their best to save the world from imminent destruction #by using their natural gifts and the power of friendship!!!#tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr #lord of the rings online #lotro #the hobbit #tauriel #oc #tolkien oc #lotr oc #lotro oc #oc: medwed #my ocs #art #my art #merilles

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potatochip-oc-dump · 2 months

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new character......... her name is jack

#oc #jack attack #i have no idea if thats gonna b a permanent last name for her but i kind of like it actually #its stupif. its goofy. its PERFECT #to give further information abt this character: she was raised and indoctrinated into some kind of.m. fighting club #her backstory is connected somehwat with marks backstory #shes there kind of as like.. a foil? if im using the term correctly #she considers herself a hunter and likes to take the heads of “Beasts” i.e. big powerful insects (or in this case Midnight)#AND MARK. SHE WANTS TO KILL MARK.#we need more antagonists!!!#her motivation for wanting to do that is like...#if she defeats the NOTORIOUS (formerly) BLOODTHIRSTY ILLEGAL FIGHTING RING CHAMPION #thwn she will feel. worthy.#insecure girl. sje has many problems #i like her VERY much #hmmghh ????? something going on with mauve and gidget Ok #the point is that shes rlly young too. and mark (who was raised in the same horribl living situation) sympathizes with her #and wants to help her really badly #but she keeps stabbing him #so thats a problem #gidget foxglove #midnight #NOT REALLY YOUNG AS IN “SHES A CHILD” BUT YOUNG AS IN. SHES A TEENAGER STILL. AMD SHE IS KILLING PPL

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justpostsyeet · 2 months

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Mîr Vin Universe Origin Ch 3

A/n - Sorry for the delay. I just delved to deep into what will Elves think of the technology and items unfamiliar to them. I made way to much dialogues for it and the chapter became too long. So, I removed it all together. If you want to read it I'll but it in a bonus chapter.

Any back to the story

As the elves delved into the mysterious woman’s belongings, their initial intent to find potential harm transformed into an intriguing exploration of unfamiliar artifacts. Among the items, they discovered clothing of a similar fashion to what she wore, confirming the uniqueness of her attire. Strips of expensive fabric hinted at a meticulous attention to detail in her possessions. The food items, unlike anything seen in Elven or Middle-earth cultures, sparked curiosity. Exotic aromas wafted from packages that bore no resemblance to the lembas or other fare known to the elves. Moreover, the elves encountered objects previously unseen in Middle-earth. Mysterious in both form and material, these items were beyond their realm of knowledge. They exchanged glances, realizing that the answers to the woman’s origins might be hidden within these enigmatic possessions.

The mystery deepened, drawing them further into the enigma that had unexpectedly arrived at their haven but their curiosity was put in hold because of the maid servant announced that the creature woke up, behaved Frantically and fell into fitifull sleep again. They all exited to see the creature

As the woman stirred, her eyes gradually opening to the unfamiliar surroundings, the elves observed her with a sense of reverence. The air was charged with anticipation, for in her waking moments lay the promise of unlocking the enigma that had woven itself into the fabric of their haven.

Glorfindel looked at the creature, she looked restless right now. Her pretty features were marked with distress. The woman began to stir again. Glorfindel could feel Gildor’s posture suddenly going rigid. The woman woke up again, looked at them with a bewildered face and blurted out something in foreign tongue which Glorfindel could only make out as

“What the Fuck”

In the hazy moments between sleep and wakefulness, she felt the disorienting shift from the rhythmic motion of the train to an unfamiliar stillness. Her eyes fluttered open, searching for the familiar contours of her train compartment, but instead, she found herself in a spacious room filled with vibrant colors. A jolt of panic surged through her as she realized she wasn’t alone. The bed beneath her was soft, unlike the cold, impersonal surfaces she associated with kidnapper scenarios in movies. The room exuded warmth, a stark contrast to the chill of fear that gripped her. With trembling hands, she reached for the glasses she habitually kept within arm’s reach. The world around her remained a blur, causing her heart to pound against her chest. The absence of visual clarity heightened her sense of vulnerability. Where was she? How did she end up in this unfamiliar place?

As she fumbled for her glasses, her fingertips grazed a loose tunic of soft cotton that draped over her. It wasn’t the attire she remembered wearing when she fell asleep on the train. Her hair, usually secured in a bun, cascaded freely down her shoulders. She could make out were she was but everything felt like blurry shaking mess. The spaciousness of the room and the absence of ominous shadows began to alleviate the intensity of her disorientation. She fell down on the bed again.

The next time, she was awake of her surrounding. She dared not open her eyes fearing that realistic nightmare was a reality. She started to feel her surroundings, the warm blanket embracing her form, the gentle lighting that bathed the room, and the absence of any immediate threat. So, she was still here. It was not a dream. Her heart pounded in her chest. Everything felt too much. She couldfeel her body trembling. The question lingered—how had she transitioned from a moving train to this mysterious haven?

She refused to open her eyes till her heartbeat began to slow down. As her racing heart began to steady, she pondered the possibilities. Was it a dream? A delusion? Or had she truly been transported to a place beyond her understanding? The answers lay shrouded in the enigma of the unfamiliar room, waiting to be unveiled as she navigated this unexpected journey. She finally found courage to open her eyes. In the disorienting blur without her glasses, she found herself surrounded by figures draped in unfamiliar attire. Their voices melded into a symphony of incomprehensible sounds, leaving her bewildered and struggling to make sense of the situation. She saw tall figures standing near her bed. She screamed "What the fuck!".

She looked frantically to see clearing, her hands flying around her to find her glasses but everything seemed different. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She closed her eyes again. No, this is not real, she thought to herself, just take a deep breath, even if its real, its better to face reality with less adrenaline rush. She heard an unknown voice speaking in an unfamiliar language.

"Please let me focus", She muttered but incomprehensible chatter continued. The voices seemed to get closer to her. She decided to face them. She opened her eyes again. The figures were closer. The were....men dressed in.....robes?They were speaking something but she couldn't understand a word. She attempted to respond, her words stumbling in an attempt to bridge the linguistic gap.

Wait, where am I? Can anyone understand me?”

The room echoed with a language she couldn’t grasp, and the figures, seeming more like shadows in her blurred vision, continued their conversation in more unintelligible speech. As the frustration of being unable to communicate mounted, her panic intensified. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision even further. The alien surroundings, the strange language, and the inability to make herself understood became overwhelming.

“Please, someone, help me understand. Where am I?

The figures exchanged glances, their expressions indecipherable. One of them, seemingly perceiving her distress, gestured for her to follow. With a mixture of fear and desperation, she stumbled after the shadowy figure, her cries echoing in the unfamiliar room.

“Why can’t you understand me? Where am I going?”, she muttered to herself while walking.

The figures continued conversing amongst themselves, the strange language closing a linguistic barrier that seemed insurmountable. The room’s colors blurred into a mosaic of confusion as she clung to the hope of finding answers. As they led her through the mysterious realm, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being a lost wanderer in a place that defied explanation yet seemed to her very familiar, her cries of confusion echoing through the walls of palace.

Lord Círdan, Glorfindel, Gildor, Lumion, and Fearon came in the room where their mysterious guest was staying. When they saw her walking up and saying something in a melodious voice. They began to talk. Lord Círdan was first to speak, “Greetings, traveler from beyond. Can you understand our words?”

The creature responded with a stream of sounds that were foreign to the elven ears, leaving the wise beings perplexed. Glorfindel ears perked up, he said to Lord Círdan, “Her language eludes us. We must find a way to bridge this gap and understand her plight.”

Lumion, quiped in, “I’ve never encountered such linguistic diversity. Our words seem to dance away from her understanding.”

As the creature grew more distressed, her attempts at communication turned into heart-wrenching cries. The elves, moved by compassion, sought a way to ease her turmoil.

Fearon, seeing her pretty face distressed was unable to contain her worry. She sople softly, “We cannot let her suffer in confusion. There must be a way to connect with her. If we cant understand her, we can at least soothe her. There's nothing more soothing that nature. Lets take her to the gardens.”Gildor mused, “Look at the patterns on her belongings. They speak of gardens and life. Indeed, let us bring her to the haven’s garden.”

Lord Círdan looked at her shaking form and sighed. He did not expected such fearful reaction from this little creature. He gently guided her to the garden. She followed him,her eyes downcast and form shivering. He wanted to hold her and tell her she was safe but he was fearing that might trigger intense reaction in her. Guiding the creature gently, he led her to the serene sanctuary of the garden, where a tapestry of flowers and foliage unfolded. He saw her looking at the flowers. He gentky smiled, “In the language of leaves and blossoms, find comfort. Let the garden’s beauty speak when words fail.”

As they walked amidst the vibrant flora, the creature’s tears began to subside. The intricate patterns on her belongings seemed to resonate with the natural tapestry surrounding them. The creature, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the fragrance of blossoms, started to calm. The elves, though unable to decipher her words, shared a moment of understanding through the silent language of the garden—a universal solace that transcended the boundaries of spoken communication.

Her mind began to clear from the fog of confusion. Determined to understand her predicament, she made a gesture, a silent plea, for her glasses. She looked at the creatures that surrounded her. She looked at the bearded old man. As they had eye contact, the man seemed to freeze. It seemed like her was lost. What happened to them? she thought to herself, What the fuck is going on here!?

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