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shadowofwar-goober · 1 year ago

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Why Lads Are Sent To Lithlad (Ûshak The Ringmaster and OC Fic)

I thought of this first when someone (you know who you are😉 ) was in desperate need of more Ûshak! And how could I not show off my healer OC at the same time?! Plus there's the interesting look at Lithlad in general and exactally what kind of uruk gets sent to the desert when there's so much work to be done everywhere else (especially during the siege of Minas Ithil!)

It was supposed to be a punishment. Nothing ever happened in Lithlad. Nothing exciting by Mordor’s standards, anyway. The land is harsh, the wildlife is vicious, and the biggest danger in that place was the boredom that was sure to consume any uruk that was unlucky enough to piss off that captain one too many times, resulting in their posting being moved to the most barren and boring place in all of Mordor.

Every uruk had that kind of captain. They all knew the one. The one that always had a stick up his ass. The one that was meticulous only when it suited him and no one else. That one that’s a fucking asshole and who makes it his mission to make everyone else miserable when he’s had a minor annoyance or inconvenience. That one. That one was the one to give Grishnâkh the boot and sent him away from Cirith Ungol before the siege took place. He didn’t take ‘no, go fuck yourself’ very well and while it is frowned upon to kill healers he certainly could send him off to somewhere that was sure to kill him one way or another.

Unfortunately for him, Grishnâkh couldn’t give less of a damn and moved post all while keeping his attitude the exact same as it was before he got himself kicked out for ‘insubordination’. It was enough to make him roll his eyes as he threw his kit together as he cleared out the healer’s tent. If they thought he’d leave his stuff behind so they wouldn’t have to request more they had another thing coming. Grishnâkh would be damned if he left anything behind for them but even his bitter self couldn’t take it all. The lads there weren’t so bright and always getting bitten or something else so he left a little behind for their sake.

But nothing more.

Lithlad is the place you send your fuck ups to. Doesn’t matter how or to what degree they’ve fucked up, if you don’t want to deal with them, you ship them to the desert. Soon or later they will be taken care of, whether it be by the land or the wildlife or by each other. Uruks were already vicious but when they are bored they become suicidally dangerous. What better way to alleviate boredom than to kill one another or to dare one another to do stupid shrakh? Within the first two days Grishnâkh was totally and utterly bored and it wasn’t as though there wasn’t work to be done.

Heat stroke, werewyrm encounters, pit fight injuries, injuries from drunken brawls- This is exactly why he hates working for Marauders but it’s not like there’s anything else for him to do. They get hurt doing the stupidest of shrakh and it’s as though by the time he’s patched up the same idiot a few hours earlier yet another comes back and his bandaging hasn’t even become dusty from the dry desert heat yet. Nearly all the uruks at the fort got on Grishnâkh’s last nerve but none of them annoyed him quite like that Warmonger berserker, Ûshak.

Nothing was ever simple with him. No, this mad bastard seemed determined to piss everyone up the chain of command off, right up to the Overlord, himself. Normally, Grishnâkh couldn’t give less of a damn. He, himself, would get just as annoyed as everyone else every now and then, but for some reason it was… different with the Ringmaster.

He couldn’t give less of a fuck even if he tried, Grishnâkh thought. Releasing a drake in the fort was by far the stupidest thing the healer has ever seen, and he’s certainly seen some pretty dumb things that other uruks and ologs have done. Even when covered with burns from drakefire and cuts and scrapes from the beast’s ragged talons and scales, Ûshak just laughed as he was banished from the fort. Grishnâkh was surprised he wasn’t executed on the spot, but even that piss-head Overlord knew the value that the Ringmaster brought to the dying region of Lithlad.

There was always a crowd wherever he went, be it his posse or adoring fans. With all the wealth that he stood to gain from being as talented as he was, Grishnâkh was surprised when he, of all uruks, was hired by the likes of him to be a sort of “personal healer” for him and his performing troupe. The Overlord… was pissed but he let Grishnâkh go with a wave of his hand and a grunt. Can’t let the money dry up, he thought to himself. It didn’t really bother Grishnâkh either way. He’s going to get paid for his work and there will be plenty of work to be done as always.

But that damn Ûshak-

He’s cocky and proud but he actually listens when his chosen healer reams him out for doing dangerous stunts before his previous show’s injuries had healed. “Yeah, yeah. So you say!” but he doesn’t bitch at him for getting irritated which was a first for the healer. It didn’t seem… right. How could an uruk like him be so… nonchalant when being called a “dumbass pup with not a thought bouncing around that empty head of his”? Ûshak only laughs and shrugs as he sits patiently while Grishnâkh medicates his wounds.

So many scars on one body… He’s lived a dangerous life yet has managed to scrape by by the skin of his fangs. Watching him perform was like watching something that embodied everything that made an uruk a uruk.

The spirit of a Warmonger.

The grace of a Dark assassin.

The charm of a Marauder.

The ingenuity of a Machine.

The Terror’s will to dominate.

The Mystic’s way of touching the souls of other uruks.

The craving of freedom that afflicts the Ferals and the Outlaws…

He’s far too classy for the Slaughters, Grishnâkh mused. The Ringmaster certainly enjoyed his blood, but he wasn’t a fucking freak like they were. He was more… refined. His slaughter held purpose and grace rather than being done for the sake of blood and guts and the feeling of power over a weaker other. If the challenge wasn’t present Ûshak wasn’t interested and that was something the healer could respect.

At least he doesn’t puff up and blow smoke up his own ass-

Many uruks ask the Ringmaster why he’s in Lithlad of all places and never once has he answered their questions in any way. Grishnâkh knew better than to ask and figured the reason might be similar to the reason why he was there in the first place. Though… No, maybe not… Maybe he’s not here for that reason…

Ûshak couldn’t belong anywhere else… He doesn’t fit the status quo, even though he’s quite literally everything any uruk could possibly want. His looks, his talent, his charisma… Ûshak would make a formidable captain in the army, but he desires the exact opposite of what that life demands of him. It would only be a chain around his neck, tightening with each passing moment that restricted his undominable and free spirited nature. It would drive him mad to be so constrained and not in the jolly, attractive way that he currently was. Grishnâkh knew the type well and they were fucking miserable to be around… One of them were the reason why he was here and he couldn’t imagine someone like Ûshak allowing himself to become something like that.

So he left wherever he was from on his own accord most likely, flitting from place to place until he came upon Lithlad, a place far from the usual drama and politics of Mordor and her armies. Drama was still abundant here, but it was the usual shrakh that uruks get themselves into. Things that Ûshak rather liked and surrounded himself with, always making sure that he was at the center of it all regardless of how it would change the opinions of those around him. As long as he was up on a stage he could make it work in his favour, one way or another.

It’s not like Grishnâkh could fault the Ringmaster for this. In a way, that boisterous berserker wasn’t so different from himself, a healer that was through with all the dumb shrakh that the army and its captains believed to be the ‘right’ way to do things. Lithlad wasn’t the bad change in scenery that Grishnâkh originally believed it to be. Sure, it has a few hardasses here and there, but overall, this place was filled to capacity with fuck ups and uruks that grew either bored or disillusioned with what Mordor has become over the years.

No one says it aloud, but deep down, they all know it to be true. They were sent here to die, one way or another. But they didn’t really care anymore. Grishnâkh didn’t care to begin with and Ûshak sought Lithlad out for it being such a closed off and dangerous region. Lithlad could be a lot worse… it could be Ûdun. It could be Gorgoroth. It could be… ugh, Seregost. But it wasn’t. Grishnâkh preferred the heat, anyhow, and it was always fun to laugh at idiots that have nearly died from heat stroke.

And at least he isn’t so bored anymore. That’s nice too…

@space-arsonist @boozy-dwarf @sinick @dirtymeanuruk @elvenmoans @moonstonevulture

#middle earth shadow of war #shadow of war #Ûshak the ringmaster #my oc #Grishnâkh #ushak is a showoff and grishnakh is grumpy #they kind of compliment one another?#it's a coworker relationship (kinda)

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silver-grasp · 6 months ago

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I whine about this periodically but I might as well make a post with my citations, for the benefit of future reference: the line in the film version of The Two Towers, where one of the orcs yells "Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!" after killing another orc or goblin is directly and dramatically opposite to what happens in more or less the same scene in the book, and in my opinion flattens an interesting aspect of the orcs and goblins in Lord of the Rings.

In chapter three of The Two Towers, "The Uruk-Hai," the force that attacked the Fellowship and kidnapped Merry and Pippin are made up of several different groups that don't entirely get along. One group is the Uruk-Hai from Isengard, led by Ugluk. Another is a group of goblins from Moria, who have come seeking revenge against the Fellowship and then intend to return. There's also Grishnakh, who seems to be a direct representative from Sauron's forces in Mordor. The groups quarrel over what to do next - Grishnakh wants the hobbits brought directly to Mordor, Ugluk (in nominal command) insists on bringing them to Isengard, the Moria group kind of just wants to go home. But in inciting others against Ugluk, Grishnakh says this:

Swine is it? How do you folk like being called swine by the muck-rakers of a dirty little wizard? It's orc-flesh they eat, I'll warrant.

This immediately starts a fight, weapons drawn, Ugluk's group kills several goblins before he regains control. But I have always found it significant that the accusation of cannibalism is part of the words that start that fight. Earlier in the conversation Ugluk brags that Saruman gives them "man's-flesh" to eat, so they clearly have no qualms about eating humans. But eating other orcs? Clearly enough of a taboo that it's (part of) a fight-starting insult, and I've always found that an interesting enough piece of worldbuilding that its total reversal in the films irritates me to no end.

#I mean. oh boy are there a lot of underlying issues in how tolkien wrote orcs and goblins #but it's not like the films were interrogating any of that either lmao

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eruscreaminginthedistance · 1 month ago

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The simmering tension between Ugluk and Grishnakh. Am i going crazy

#these guys are so silly #tolkien's orcs are so fun they're just bitchy cliques #lotr #lotr reread #lord of the rings #the two towers #reading #my reading #books

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princess-lvcifer · 2 months ago

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te iubesc

eurodead • 2K • viking AU • fluff

"Dear friend," said the count rising from his seat at the long wooden table and raising his tankard, looking at his guest and the reason for the evening's banquet, "it has been a pleasure to meet you and learn from you. It fills me with sadness that you are leaving, it seems like only yesterday that you arrived and I assure you that you will be missed here. May your exploration in Vinland be prosperous and may the Gods assist you," he nodded with understanding and gratitude for his words. "To Øystein the Fortunate, son of Aarseth!" he shouted raising his mug even higher, and all present except the aforementioned mimicked him in saying the same. Then they all raised their mugs to their lips.

As he took a sip from his tankard Øystein looked straight ahead, where sat his good shaman friend, a Romanian once enslaved and freed by him, with blue eyes like his own and long blond hair. Realising that he was looking at him he looked at him too, connecting their eyes in a quick glance. They acted expressionless, but both understood each other: they were holding back laughter.

They had been at the court of Count Greifi Grishnakh for some time, at his request. And who were they to refuse an invitation from a count? He claimed to practice sorcery and divination and admitted to defeating his enemies by magic, which many considered an act of cowardice and dishonesty. The count was dishonest, not because he used magic to defeat his enemies but because it was obvious to someone like Pelle, the shaman of Øystein, that he didn't really have such powers. They quickly realised that he was a poser, in many ways. He imitated Øystein and Pelle alike, and it seems that the only one who didn't realise how ridiculous he was was himself. So insecure that he always wore his crown on his head to remind people of who he was, along with his long braids. He was a two-faced man with no clear ideas, bloodthirsty for no reason and eager for attention and approval, especially from Øystein, whom he admired because he wanted to be like him — a man who actually did something interesting and worthwhile with his life by exploring unknown lands, courageous and determined, loved and respected by all his servants for his intelligence and kindness. A good leader, a good man.

Unlike him, Øystein was no fool and even if he didn't think well of him, he knew that Greifi was a man best to have on his side. He would smile at him whenever he had to, and this was one of those times.

"Thank you very much Your Highness, you are very kind," he said raising his mug. "You move me with your words. We will miss you too," a tap on his foot caught his attention and he couldn't help but smile even wider, holding back his laughter as he tapped the man opposite him in return.

The next day he sailed back to his homeland, where the following day he would disembark with Aarseth, Pelle and a crew of 35 men he had assembled to sail on a ship he had bought. The voyage was to be an expedition to Vinland, a land his father had discovered long ago. In the end his father gave up the idea of accompanying him after he fell off his horse on the way to the harbour, an incident he interpreted as a bad omen.

"Everything will be fine," Pelle assured Øystein in a confident and reassuring tone when he asked if he should abandon the idea of going to Vinland. And while in a way Pelle made him lose his mind, he also helped him come to his senses when he needed it most.

At the port they said goodbye to their loved ones: parents, sisters, wives, children... Pelle couldn't say goodbye to anyone, not because he was far from his homeland but because all his loved ones were on the ship, accompanying him. He wasn't married and said he was quite sure that he didn't even have any bastard children. He was aware that in that society, a rural and agricultural culture, it was necessary to have offspring to secure his future, but that mattered little to him: now that he was free at last to live his life as he wished he would never be with someone he didn't love, he wanted no children, he didn't mind dying (which would make him a great viking if he had the right physique) and if he needed someone to look after him it would be someone from the community, probably a daughter of his beloved Øystein, or even himself.

Following his father's route, they docked first at a rocky and desolate place his father called Helluland. Then he docked a second time at a wooded place his father called Markland. After two more days at sea, he landed on an island to the north, and later they finally disembarked at their destination, in a green area with a mild climate and abundant salmon stocks.

They were completely alone, there were no other humans in the area and Pelle said there were no spirits either, and they found wheat that they planted themselves and maple trees with blood-red leaves, among other foods that mother nature had to offer. When they returned to Norway they would load their ship with samples of these newly found goods.

When the crew disembarked and explored the area, it didn't take them long to find the settlement his father had built years before with his men: damp, dusty huts. They tidied them up and cleaned them until they were habitable again.

Este din nou noapte

Noapte, tu frumoasă

Îmi satisfac foamea

Pe oamenii vii

Noapte de foame

Urmează-i chemarea

Urmează luna înghețată

It was a full moon night and Pelle was sitting cross-legged by the fireplace in the little hut he lived in with Øystein, singing in whispers in his native language while he watched the dancing flames with rapt attention and stroked Øystein's head, who was lying on the floor with his eyes closed and using his legs as a pillow. He couldn't be more relaxed, couldn't be better, couldn't be happier.

When he opened his eyes he leaned his neck a little to get a better look at his friend, who had fallen silent, probably tired of singing. Though upside down, he looked at his beautiful face illuminated by the flames and raised his dominant hand to caress his cheek, drawing his attention.

"You have bewitched me," Øystein said quietly. And he wasn't the only one in their circle who ever thought of it. Pelle might have done it to earn his freedom long ago, but what sense would it make to do such a thing to stay with his former master?

"I have done no such thing," he said confidently, smiling though a little confused at such a sudden comment, placing his hands on his cheeks and leaning back to get close to his face, brushing it with the tips of his golden hair, "why would I do that?" he asked as Øystein removed his hand from his cheek, placing it back on the ground.

"I don't know, but I don't care. I'm grateful, even," Pelle laughed and Øystein smiled even wider as he locked his eyes on the shaman's smiling lips.

He knew he could look as long as he didn't touch, but he wanted nothing more than to merge his body with his, even if it was just a short kiss. Even though he knew it was impossible because of the position they were in, he forced his forearms and leaned his back, shoulders and neck to get even closer to him, brushing the tips of their noses together.

"How do you say 'I love you' in your language?" asked the scout, now in a more serious tone that infected the shaman. "Tell me," he begged.

"...Te iubesc."

"Te iubesc," he repeated.

Pelle released his face and slid his legs back, getting up as he said they should go to sleep now. Øystein dropped to the floor, slumped but happy, savouring the moment as he brought one of his forearms to his forehead, staring at the ceiling. The shaman went to a small wooden table they had to get a vase of water and pour some on the fire, putting it out.

As winter was approaching, Øystein decided to camp there for a few months and sent out parties to explore the country. He divided his men into two parties, who took turns exploring the surrounding area. He warned that they should stick together and return when the sun went down to sleep in their settlement.

"Where is Pelle?" Øystein asked puzzled and worried, when half his men returned to the settlement after dark.

"He's not here?" Jørn asked him, just as surprised and worried.

"No," he answered, as cold and dry as the weather. There was no time to ask for explanations or look for culprits to be angry with, what he had to look for was his friend. "Grab some torches, we're going in search of him."

He knew it was unlikely in many ways, but the thought of Pelle running away from him terrified him. He could have done so long ago, when he had set him free; but he didn't, he stayed by his side.

With an Øystein deeply dismayed, twelve men divided into small groups of three went in search of him. He chose to be accompanied by Bård and Vegard. They split off in various directions in the direction they had scouted during the day, but not far from each other. With the torches they kept in visual contact.

They had not gone far when they came across the Romanian, who was heading towards the settlement very excited, gesticulating wildly, and evidently drunk.

When Øystein saw him he handed his torch to Bård and ran towards him, almost stumbling. He couldn't help but hug him, glad to find him. Bård and Vegard looked at each other in silence, with understanding at such a heartfelt reunion.

It was an open secret that Pelle wasn't normal in many ways. It was typical of his profession, which was mostly practised by women — and in the few male cases they were usually effeminate men, with mannerisms, little strength and little or no interest in women. Being like him wasn't considered a bad thing, although it wasn't considered a good thing either. Some people used ergi as an insult, but not to Pelle because he was respected and loved by all — he didn't use his magic to defeat his enemies, which made him in everyone's eyes brave, fair and honest. He was endowed with supernatural powers and they believed that by being close to him you'll get good luck, as he contained the two essences of the human being: both masculinity and femininity, with both roles in one being. He also helped them to be in touch with the Gods, he was a healer, and most important of all, Øystein clearly had a devotion to him. It was obvious the affection, respect and admiration they had for each other. And everyone knew that they slept together in the same bed when they went out to explore the world, but no one knew if they ever had sex, let alone what each other's role was in it.

Vegard alerted the others that they had found him, and they all went over to meet.

"Why, my friend," asked Øystein with his hands on his cheeks, scanning him up and down and down and up as he parted from him, "have you come so late? What made you leave your companions?!"

"Mă știți, îmi place să mă mă plimb singur și să caut animale și plante moarte" Pelle, in his state, answered unwittingly in Romanian. "Am dat peste un ciorchine de struguri, am început să mă mănânc și am pierdut noțiunea timpului, îmi pare rău."

His companions understood nothing and Øystein a little, for in the course of their friendship he had learned a few words in his language, but he didn't know enough to understand it fully, let alone being clearly intoxicated, stammering rapidly.

"Pelle, we don't understand you. Speak in our language, please," he said, clutching his hands tightly.

"Oh, right!" He laughed. "I have not gone far," he said in their language; "I have some news for you. I have discovered vines laden with grapes."

"Are you telling the truth, my friend?" Øystein exclaimed.

"I'm sure I'm telling the truth," answered Pelle, "for in my native land there were vineyards in abundance."

"All right, I believe you," he said letting go of him and wrapping one of the blond's languid arms around his shoulders, wanting to help him walk, "but now let's go home. You must rest. Fenriz, help me with him," he said, and he obeyed.

They were about to reach the settlement when Pelle threw up everything he had taken. He would be weaker than usual because of it, which Øystein was worried about, but he knew it was best to flush everything toxic out of his body.

"Let this be the last time you scare me like this, please," he said sitting down on the floor beside his bed after lighting the fireplace in his cabin. He had his right arm resting on the bed, resting his head on his fist, and with his other hand he grabbed Pelle's right hand, which was hanging down, brushing against the wooden floor.

"Sorry," he said laughing weakly, exhausted from being out all day and from the vomit he had thrown up earlier.

"I'm not laughing, you idiot," he said half jokingly, half seriously. The shock still lingered in his body, but he was glad to have found him and that he was well (as well as a thin man like him could be, after grape poisoning and a bout of vomiting).

Still holding his hand he lifted it to his lips, planting a sweet kiss on it. Pelle's smile didn't fade, and his cheeks were red though probably from the grapes.

"Come here," the shaman said as he rolled onto his side, and he obeyed lying down beside him. To his surprise Pelle curled up next to him, burying his face in his neck and using his arm as a pillow. He had his arms across their torsos, and with Øystein's free hand he decided to brush his hair away from his face and caress his cheek and chin.

"Te iubesc," Pelle whispered into his neck, almost tickling him. Øystein froze on hearing such Romanian words — he stopped caressing him, his eyes became as round as the moon and his heart raced even faster.

"Are you serious?" he asked astonished, pulling back to look at him to observe his facial expression.

"They are just words, carried away by the wind. They leave no mark."

"They leave a mark on my heart," he said taking his hand again and bringing it to his chest so that he could feel the quickening of his heartbeat.

The dark-haired man's eyes fell to his lips, and he began to move slowly towards them, but Pelle stopped him speaking and now he was the one moving backwards.

"That is no longer words Øystein, that is an act. We must not."

"No one will know. And I've done my duty anyway," he said referring to his children thousands of miles away. And he was right — homosexuality was best accepted after the men had formed a family, once the social obligation to contribute children to the community had been fulfilled.

"Once we start we can't stop," he said referring to penetration. It was thought that a man who submitted sexually to another man would do the same in other areas, that he would be a follower rather than a leader, or be on a lower social position than the other. He didn't want the status and honour of either to be tarnished.

"I do not wish to subjugate you, and I hope you do not wish to subjugate me. Even if you were still a slave, I would never force you into anything. Te iubesc."

"All right," Pelle said smiling.

"Then can I kiss you?" asked Øystein excitedly.

"You can," he answered, and as soon as he said that he brought his hand to his cheek and moved back to his lips, finally merging them after years of daydreaming and sleeping about it, proving and sealing their love once and for all.

"You were right, everything went well."

A/N: Crosspoted on my AO3.

Second part: 𖤐

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saurongorthaur9 · 4 months ago

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In your point of view, did sauron like any aspect of mankind whether it's positive or negative? (Whether they are normal beings or numenorians)

Yes, I definitely think there are some things Sauron liked about the race of Men. I don't think it's a coincidence that Sauron's top ten servants in the Third Age (the Nine and the Mouth of Sauron who is also called the Lieutenant of the Tower) are all (or were) human.

First off, a negative quality of Men that I think Sauron liked or at least liked his ability to take advantage of: their desire for power and their easiness to corrupt with promises of power. We see him taking advantage of this a lot. The Nine Rings were the ones that were by and far most successful for Sauron's purposes. In the Two Towers, Grishnakh refers to the Nazgul as "the apples of the Great Eye", suggesting that Sauron dotes on them to some extent. He treasures having them as his top servants.

Another positive aspect of Men that I suspect Sauron at least grudgingly admired even if it gave him plenty of headaches is their hardiness. Sauron himself knows well the importance of being able to adapt and survive and I think he would have some measure of respect for Men's ability to do the same, out of all the races of Middle-earth.

I think Sauron is wise enough to respect and acknowledge and even like his enemy's strengths, just as much as he's cunning enough to exploit their weaknesses.

Thanks so much for the ask, and I apologize for taking a month to answer. I've been working almost non-stop on my writing and my Sauron cosplay for the past several months.

#lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #tolkien #jrr tolkien #ask a dark lord #ask answer #sauron #mairon #lotr meta #silm meta #tolkien meta

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rohirric-hunter · 1 month ago

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I've never played the Stanley Parable but I'm watching a playthrough of the ultra deluxe whatever edition and the voice the Narrator does for the Bucket of Reassurance or whatever sounds exactly like the voice that the guy who narrated the LotR audiobooks I had when I was a kid did for Grishnakh.

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gnomescarfcomics · 9 months ago

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Middle-earth shots of the week

#Middle-earth shots #Saruman #Galadriel #Elrond #Uinen #Gandalf #Grishnakh #Pippin Took #Earendil #Numenor #Bilbo Baggins #The Hobbit #Rings of Power #Lord of the Rings #Tolkien

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greenhairedwerewolfstreasures · 7 months ago

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178. Or, if you count Father Christmas and the Polar Bear, 180.

I really, really wanted to make it to 201, but, alas.

It's been too many years since I read the Silmarillion. And I have to admit, elvish names are kind of hard, especially if the characters never really drew me in that much. (I loved reading it, loved the atmosphere, the stories. Most of the characters though - not that interested in them especially.

Other than that:

It took me a shamefully long time to remember Gil-galad. I'm sorry, Mark Ferguson. All those long years at Ring*Con...

What I am proud of remembering are the characters from the smaller works. Chrysophylax, the dragon from Farmer Giles of Ham, especially.

And Fang, Farmer Maggot's dog. :D

Generally speaking, if I remembered a name, remembering how to spell it was easy in most cases.

I'll put the list of names under a read more, if anyone is interested in it.

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshild

Thror

Thrain

Dwalin

Balin

Bifur

Bofur

Bombur

Oin

Gloin

Ori

Nori

Dori

Kili

Fili

Dis

Smaug

Azog

Bolg

Beorn

Roac

Gwaihir

William the troll

Tom the troll

Bert the troll

Thranduil

Bard the Bowman

Frodo Baggins

Lobelia Sackville-Baggins

Otho Sackville-Baggins

Lotho Sackville-Baggins

Peregrin Took

Belladona Took

Bungo Baggins

Meriadoc Brandybuck

Samwise Gamgee

Gaffer Gamgee

Rosie Cotton

Elanor Gamgee

Frodo Gamgee

Pippin Gamgee

Diamond Took (née Long Cleave)

Sandyman

Mr Proudfoot

Fatty Bolger

The Old Took

Bullroarer Took

Farmer Maggot

Fang (Farmer Maggot's Dog)

Gandalf

Saruman

Radagast

Gildor Inglorion

Tom Bombadil

Goldberry

Strider - Aragorn

Barliman Butterbur

Bill Ferny

Bill the pony

Glorfindel

Elrond

Elrohir

Elladan

Arwen Undomiel

Gilraen

Arathorn

Gollum/Sméagol

Déagol

Legolas

Boromir

Gimli

Lindir

Grima Wormtongue

Éowyn

Éomer

Shadowfax

Hasufel

Arod

Brego

Old Man Willow

Théoden

Thengel

Théodred

Hama

Haleth

Eorl

Helm Hammerhand

Erkenbrand

Mablung

Ghan-buri-Ghan

Erestor

Halbarad

Faramir

Denethor

Ioreth

Beregond

Galadriel

Celeborn

Haldir

Oropher

Rumil

Elendil

Isildur

Anarion

Durin I

Durin II

Durin III

Durin IV

Durin V

Durin VI

Aragorn I

Denethor I

Boromir I

Shelob

Grishnakh

Snaga

Shagrat

Ugluk

Huan

Lúthien Tinúviel

Beren

Barahir

Melian

Thingol

Mim

Grond

Ungolianth

Draugluin

Sauron

Melkor

Ulmo

Yavanna

Mandos

Orome

Elbereth / Varda

Niniel

Nienna

Feanor

Cirdan

Gil-galad

Elros

Tar-Minastir

Tar-Palantir

Ar-Pharazon

Aredhel

Eriol

Berúthiel

Miriel

Turin

Hurin

Huor

Tuor

Olwe

Finduilas

Finarfin

Finrod

Maedhros

Laurelin

Telperion

Fangorn

Quickbeam

Thuringwethil

Gothmog

Nimrodel

Amloth

Maglor

Mr Bliss

Smith of Wootton Major

Prentice

Nell (from Smith of Wootton Major)

Chrysophylax

Farmer Giles

Niggle

Firiel

Fastitocalon

Princess Mee

Roverandom

Father Christmas

The Polar Bear

Bonus internet points will be awarded to anyone who actually tries this exercise before voting.

Assume you need to get the spelling at least somewhat close, and if a character has multiple names, only one counts. Also, if a character doesn't have a canonical name, I'm sorry, but "that guy's wife" doesn't count.

For reference, if you can name the 9 members of the Fellowship, the eponymous Hobbit and his 13 dwarf buddies, 3 prominent women, and the guy who runs the Rivendell B&B, that's 27 characters right there. And you probably also know the name of a dragon.

For further reference, Tolkien Gateway has 637 (!!) pages dedicated to Third Age characters. (Don't click that link until you've voted, of course)

Edit: Your humble pollmaker gave this a try, and got as far as 73 before deciding she was too tired to keep trying to remember dwarf and Silm names. If you also want to share (and don't mind people being incredulous at your having forgot ____), pastebin allows you to paste text and share it for free. :)

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chaoticlatexknight · 1 year ago

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ULTRAMagic Alternate Character Rules

Given how there is mature art for UMAE, I am going lay some ground rules.

Rule of Thumb: If I haven't drawn a character and they are not appropriate for mature art, they won't appear here on this blog and I will be not drawing mature art of them... FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.

Rules:

List of Characters:

Some things to note:

These changes are only retroactive to characters on the SFW only list. Unless I SPECIFICALLY ask you to take down art, you are fine.

If a character in my gallery is not listed here, it is most likely a retired character. Please do no draw them until I decide to use them again (my discretion). Note that this mainly applies to older characters. Some characters may not be ready to be placed on the list yet. This applies to newer characters. And I may have missed a character or two (let me know if that is the case)

I will not change my stance on the SFW characters, so don't even bother asking. I also reserve the right to move characters into the SFW category at my discretion.

Unless I specifically asked you take down art made prior to the list, assume you're fine

There is a lot of characters on display here, but just remember the following: This list covers multiple series, many characters are important to other characters, and there is overlap with younger and alternate versions of certain characters

Some of these characters will only ever be mentioned

All characters can be found in their respective folders.

Yes, I am fully aware this can potentially spoil future characters. And YES, I even alphabetized this for easy reading and reference. Also this will be updated as time goes on.

SFW Only characters:

Aoife Crawford/ULTRAMagic Devil

Bethany Briggs

Brendan (child + wolf)

Charles Blackwell Ford

Cynassa (young) (UMAE)

Dark lord Kris

Deadlock/Zas (young)

Dr. Ethan Luminate

Elaine "Ember" Gabriella O'Nessie

Eldritch Frisk

Gabriella Pari

Grendel Bombastus Scarfe

Leonardo Hammond O'Nessie

Orion

Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe

Stolas (young)

Terrus, Toa of Shadow

Trevor

ULTRAMagic Ex

ULTRAMagic Revenant

Will (child)

Zelgo (Pre-reboot)

Verdict: These characters are either too young, not human, are legitimately not into NSFW, or are a unique situation. If I find NSFW art of these characters, I will expect you to take it down ASAP.

Please refrain from NSFW/Mature art of:

Buster Ash

Brendan (adult)

Captain Roger

Cynassa (UMAE)

Ellen the Wayward

Ignatius "Infinity" Daren Ford

Kyu #9

Lucifuge Rofocale (UMAE)

Olivia Briggs

Stolas (UMAE)

ULTRAMagic Walker

Vladislav Velimir Faust

Verdict: I am not saying no, but I'm also not saying yes. Please refrain from drawing NSFW/Mature art of these characters.

NSFW/Mature art wouldn't make sense for:

Abraham Van Helsing (UMAE)

Adrien Irons

Af, Angel of Anger (UMAE)

Antares Briggs

Archangel Raguel (UMAE)

Auda

Baphomet (UMAE)

Barna Schindewolf

Chernobog (UMAE)

Dark Queen Dunja (UMAE)

Desislav Robles

Dr. Adalph Wolfgang Faust

Dragoslava the Indomitable

Empress Eliza-Rex

Englehart Schindewolf

Gilgamesh, King of Uruk (UMAE)

Heinrik Rofocale

Hemah, Angel of Rage (UMAE)

Hermes Trismegistus/Nicolas Flamel (UMAE)

Lady Blood Rose of Grishnakh

Lapsus Spiritus Fausta

Loki (UMAE)

LBRX - HALVAR

Marin Schindewolf

Mercurius II

Monsterlock

Professor Marcel Matheo Germaine

Quetzalcoatl (UMAE)

Set (UMAE)

Sir Odo, Knight of the Unlight

Spiritus Magni Antonia

Spiritus Magni Athena

Spiritus Magni Drusa

Spiritus Magni Octavia

Spiritus Magni Vita

Sun Wukong (UMAE)

Thaddeus

Trumna Wintergate

ULTRAMagic Blood Wraith

ULTRAMagic Boulder

ULTRAMagic Daemon

ULTRAMagic Desperado

ULTRAMagic Disciple

ULTRAMagic Dreadnaught

ULTRAMagic Entropy

ULTRAMagic Frost

ULTRAMagic Hunter

ULTRAMagic Lance

ULTRAMagic Magistrate

ULTRAMagic Master Skull

ULTRAMagic Reaper

ULTRAMagic Thunder

ULTRAMagic Vanguard

ULTRAMagic Ultimatum

Unlight Will

Victor Von Frankenstein (UMAE)

Vlad III Dracula (UMAE)

Weaver Craddock

Will (Red Lantern)

William "Tusk" Willfort/ William Owyn Von Hohenheim

Zal-Rint

Zoltan Tenebre Raphael Dracul

Verdict: NSFW/Mature Art would not make much sense for these characters. Some reasons are as follows:

Some are well beyond carnal desires

Some have no interest in that stuff

Some are evil and are not to be trifled with

Constructs and Robots have no interest

Eliza-Rex has no time for that nonsense

Some characters are emotionally unstable

TL;DR You better have a GOOD REASON for why you're drawing this kind of art for these characters.

Characters I'm neutral on:

Abezithibod (UMAE)

Cynassa (Adult) (UMAE)

Dark Queen Dunja (Floralia Alternate)

Durlexxy "Lexxy" Golumms

Farrow

Faustus

Haunt

Mira

Samantha

Spook

Will (Absol/Adult)

Will (Carnage/Adult)

Will (Inque/Adult)

Will (ULTRAMagic Alternate/Adult)

Verdict: I don't mind with these characters, just be mindful of who they are, what they're like, and what setting they come from.

Acceptable NSFW/Mature characters:

Alfonso Devious

Antonio Pari (+ Spiderlock)

Celena

Cheryl Garnier

Deadlock/Zas (Adult)

Dolus & Iocus

Erika Storm

Hel Jessica Ford

Iden Athenon

Lerissa Bloodfang

Marion "Tanya" Elizabeth Devilfay

Maya Athenon

Max (Eloslime)

Morrigan Devilfay

Ms. Phantasm

Ornias of Aquarius (UMAE)

Stark Devious

Turvy-Topsy (Adult)

Valentina Pari

Will (Floralia Alternate/Adult)

Will (Phantasm LLC/Adult)

Will (Gorgon/Adult)

Will (LD/Adult)

Zelgo (Reboot)

Verdict: These characters are acceptable for NSFW/Mature art. They are all adults and appear as adults. They are either my characters or characters I have permission to use. In regards to characters I have permission for, check with the owner regardless before drawing.

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