#elf muses

[amid-ice-and-snow]

Written by: Lou Mun’s age: 29 Main RP blog is:

Across my starters and replies, you may come across parts with symbols or particular fonts. This is what they mean: ‘Thoughts’ | Italics ::Silent:: | Ranger Sign Language

Trackers & Crossover Verses Info

Threads: Wheel Of Time Interest: Muse interest Crossover Verses: The Sentinel | AU Verses: Fading Light |

Muse and Starters links Rules & Muse List: Here Open starters list: Here

Elvish Muses | For easier access

Halrë Vatari | Eldar | Primary | Bio

Taenil Ilmalire | Twin/Ranger | Secondary | Bio

Teldran Ilmakalle | Twin/blacksmith | Secondary | Bio

Elrohir | Younger of Lord Elrond’s Twins | Primary | Bio | Verses

[amidst-snow-and-ice-moved]

Written by: Lou Mun’s age: 29 Main RP blog is: @rangers-are-cool

Across my starters and replies, you may come across parts with symbols or particular fonts. This is what they mean: ‘Thoughts ’ | Italics ::Silent:: | Ranger Sign Language

Trackers & Crossover Verses Info

Threads: Wheel Of Time Interest: Muse interest Crossover Verses: The Sentinel | AU Verses: Fading Light |

Muse and Starters links Rules & Muse List: Here Open starters list: Here

Elvish Muses | For easier access

Halrë Vatari | Eldar | Primary | Bio

Taenil Ilmalire | Twin/Ranger | Secondary | Bio

Teldran Ilmakalle | Twin/blacksmith | Secondary | Bio

Elrohir | Younger of Lord Elrond’s Twins | Primary | Bio | Verses

[easterelf]

its been 300 years but it feels great to draw my Easter duo

have a 'I miss this fandom' warm up sketch

[emberloreplays]

“I thought she looked better dead.”

Today’s drawing inspired by the things Astarion only says in my head.

[eeriemothz]

Solavellan brainrot is actually terminal because why has this damned ship cured my month long writer's block

[seaglassmelody]

Things the Dragon Age fandom is arguing about: The use of "nonbinary" in a fantasy setting. The existence of ideas that wound up on the cutting room floor. The "quality of the writing" based on weird metrics like "how much explicit slavery does the audience need to be shown"

Things I WISH the Dragon Age fandom was arguing about: Is it better to free the archive or let Bellara keep it? What is the line between being trapped by the past and the importance of knowledge? Is it better to have the elves forge a new identity with the world they've created for themselves or have more context for their culture and bring some of their lost traditions back?

[3gremlins]

okay but looking at all the spirit "base" forms which are the fancy worms with nervous systems that looks a LOT like fenris' lyrium tattoos...

and his skill tree name is "lyrium ghost" which makes me wonder if maybe the venatori were grafting spirits directly onto their victims? like before they get to the ossuary level shit of full on possession.

ah there's so much crunchy stuff there that they just kinda left dangling, i def want more but don't want to wait another 10 years for more lol

(fenris would be so mad lol but i think if it is a grafted spirit and it still had any sense of self i feel like you'd get something closer to lucanis/spite than anders/justice. maybe it's multiple spirits grafted on? that's dark lol but so interesting hm)

[spiderwarden]

In case you forgot it today. Minthara enjoys gardening.

[lesathoart]

Tried something new and it took forever, but definitely worth it!

[employee052]

sorry for the lack of activity today! me and @mrthenarrator went to our first ever convention!!!!

i got a hat, some keychains and some stickers. while he got some elf ears, a new leather bag, a custom real life bag of holding, and his first ever d20! (we both got one they were on sale for 2 dollars each but they are our first so were hyped either way!!!)

also. Narry was totally composed the entire time it was amazing /sar /lh /aff

[a-alban-works]

[ola-the-clown]

doodles of Mairien based on some plot points I had thought of + her backstory (under read more, as it's somewhat long) in the Silmarillion AU 🧵💎🌹

𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓

Born in Y.T. 1377 in Aman, she knew of the Middle-Earth only from tales and songs, the perilous journey to the Blessed Continent but an abstract concept, a past long-gone. The life of an upper nobility was a comfortable one, days spent on improving upon her embroidery — a beloved craft of hers, chosen due to Mairien's love for all that's beautiful, shimmering, and shining, and selfish motives of vanity but also a very personal wish to gift the fruits of her labour to those few, close to her heart — and bettering her aim. Though the act of hunting — the chase and pursuit — brought her enjoyment, the surrounding festivities a gratifying way to spend time, neither were the priority. No, to her, there was no greater joy than that of an arrow hitting its intended target; the more challenging the shot, the better. A tangible proof of her skill, deft fingers, and keen eyes. 

But all was not idyllic, the relationship with her parents slowly straining over the years. Her father, a master gemologist, jeweler, and metalworker, was set on teaching her his craft. And while Mairien had followed his wishes at first, truthfully, her heart was not in it, no matter how skilled her hands were — much to the man's immense but ignored chagrin and disappointment. She did what she was told to do, neither more nor less, and with an expression often pinched into a sour pout. Yes, she had interest in gems and jewels, and metals of various sorts, but rather than slaving away and making them, she preferred to use the finished products; incorporating them into her embroidery projects. At the same time, had it not been for the nearly forceful insistence of her father, she wouldn't have discovered the world of alchemy. A fascinating subject, one she took like a duck to water — though, again, her interest in it, while not lacking in passion, was somewhat vain. Dyes, polishes, solutions, all to aid her endless pursuit of beauty. But also poisons and toxins, if only out of morbid curiosity.

Her family's somewhat close ties to the House of Fëanor as relatives of Curufin's wife, meant she was less trusty of Melkor than most other Noldor — the prince's suspicion and uncharitable view of the Valar bleeding into her mind through the grapevine. Nor was she immune to the rumors of injustice and stolen birthrights that fanned at the flames of her ambition and further fueled her interest in lands never seen. It was, amongst many other reasons, why Mairien chose to follow Fëanor on the quest for revenge and glory — stirred by his beguiling words, blood boiling at Morgoth's treachery. Her parents, however, disapproved, choosing to stay in Aman rather than follow after their new King. She cursed at their cowardice, the lack of loyalty and indifference to Morgoth's crimes, before storming off — never to return. Later on, the prideful elf would come to regret her hasty departure; mourning the loss of her younger brother, who had no choice but to remain, and the missed opportunity to bid him goodbye.

Forever bitter about her parents' decision.

Actions were rarely greater than words, and it was no different this time. The kinslaying, the curse, the burning of the ships. The grass was not any greener on the other side of Belegaer; trampled and dead, under the feet of soldiers and orcs. The war efforts turned her hobbies into duties. Sewing wounds shut instead of embroidering, crafting dyeing solutions for armor rather than gowns as well as various medicinal cures and remedies — a domain she'd ultimately choose to focus on — and occasionally visiting the forge, the irony was not lost on the elf. Her fascination with poisons, venoms, and toxins proved useful as well, vital even, as their enemy was fond of such tactics. 

Later on — after Fëanor's death, capture and subsequent rescue of prince Maedhros, and the relinquishment of his claims —, having no close family of her own, she'd leave with Curufin and Celegorm's host, eventually settling in Himlad.

[saturnniidae]

The dragon prince is soo real for having their human royal family be entirely made up of people of color

[thiinka]

[forestofstarlight]

Draemen sat at his friend, Flora's table. "So what's this potion you're testing on me?" The demon asked the potion maker. "You know I'm always willing to help you out, but I like to know what I'm getting myself into."

“It’s a potion that’ll help increase the strength and stamina of whoever ingests it. If it works, it should cause whoever takes it to have practically superhuman levels of strength. Not sure how it’ll work on a demon though…” Flora explains and muttering the last part under her breath.

She continues stirring the potion in a pot before scooping some out and putting it in a vial. “Here, try it out.” She says, handing the vial to Draemen.

[rsxavior]

Just a thought, but elves that die are eventually reborn again in a new body. Imagine Astarion living past an elven Tav to watch them die. Then years, centuries later running across a new elf who still recalls bits and pieces of their old life including Astarion.