#proudfoot house

[pixieberry992]

My art for the Nevermoor Big Bang! I was paired with @frayro-called-frey and you can read their fic with the link!

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[IMAGE ID: A digital drawing of Rook Rosenfeld and Lambeth Amara from Nevermoor. They are sitting in front of a large, ornately engraved fireplace, talking. There is a roaring fire which is projecting orange light on the characters and the ground before it. Lam is sitting on the left, with her legs crossed, staring at the fire and Rook is on the right with one leg before her talking to Lam directly. Lam is wearing the Wunsoc uniform and Rook is wearing a dark purplish grey dress. Apart from the fire the background is mostly dark. IMAGE ID END]

[sleeeping-fiish]

Proudfoot House vibes, anyone?

[thisblogdoesnotexisg]

we need to pay more attention to the wunsoc weather phenomenon because what if it’s a blizzard outside of it WHAT THEN

[mushroomates]

gandalf headcanons

hides spare pipe weed under his hat . pippin saw him do it one time. no one believes pippin.

even when he’s like- let me access my emergency stash- and pulls out a doobie from his hat. everyone’s like “woah such wizardry”

it drives pippin bonkers.

will cheat at cards, chess, checkers- has been known to enchant dice to make them weighted. again, denies

just a reminder that he canonically sleeps with eyes open. i’d also like to add that he can sleep standing up. he also does do both during long meetings sometimes.

the sleeping w eyes open particularly messes with legolas. he can’t handle prolonged eyecontact on a good day and now this wizard is staring into his soul and is only maybe conscious

sleeps on his back, stiff as a board. occasionally sits up, pauses, has a brief moment of lucidity and then goes back to bed

also sometimes talks in his sleep. in various languages. sometimes legolas is certain these languages are made up, but they’re spoken with such vigor it seems hard to believe that

you can have full conversations with him. they’re not particularly intelligent or understandable conversations but still very interesting dialogues that he does not recall in the morning. a favored topic is the inflated price of everything.

this is particularly amazing because gandalf does not pay for most things.

often things are gifted. sometimes he finds them, and keeps them as his own. more often than not he mooches off of others, and at times, has been known to take things

not steal. if you stopped him he’d give it back. but no one really has.

he just kind of. picks up something. looks at you. and walks away with it

sometimes will leave small tokens in return,, like rocks with strange runes on them or a single feather

sometimes will return the item after days, months, or years (decades, centuries)

oh i meant to give it back but then the civilization collapsed so-

he tends to favor things shaped like other things- a tea pot that is a boot, a spoon that’s shaped like a flower (evil evil EVIL) salt and pepper shakers that are little houses

also has a fascination with garden gnomes. will often take them ‘home’ as well. where do they go? who knows but they’re his now

no one knows where they go or what he does with what he acquires. a running theory is he has a secret house that no one is allowed in that’s full of weird knick-knacks

in actuality, he gives most of these things away. the garden gnomes are for tom bombadill, the weird spoons are for thranduil because he gives them to legolas and legolas HATES spoons that aren’t *spoons*

arwen is charmed by crossstich, galadriel likes weird soaps and candles, (gandalf the cheese wizard doubles as gandalf the bed bath and beyond wizard.)

saruman does not like novelty salt shakers but gandalf is convinced he does and keeps giving them to him.

on that note gandalf thinks towers are gaudy and would never have one

is very tempted to set up shop in the shire. everyone is against this idea which is why he really wants to.

Disturber Of The Peace- literally loves to uproot unsuspecting hobbits for fun

most known being the baggins, but like, he’s not above standing outside the proudfoots home with a ~mysterious~ envelope until he’s batted away with a broom or very passive aggressively dismissed

he’s like a stray cat that they need to stop feeding with adventures

there’s a list written by the thain of the shire “appropriate times to set off fireworks” . “never” and “when given explicit permission” are the only two things written. unfortunately gandalf is selectively literate

he does not, ever, know what time it is. if he does he won’t tell you-at least in a way that’s understandable to normal people

what’s the time? “it’s today” okay and when is that? “now” thanks buddy.

what times sunset? “when the moon is rising.” when’s that? “at the end of the day”

yk island time? that’s wizard time. just. no sense of any sort of time passing at all. it could be an hour or five days and he will refer to it as a minute. or vise versa. you invite him for tea on tuesday and he shows up on sunday, in the dead of night, with a hand full of seashells and covered in ash. no explanations. he leaves just as suddenly as he came, with a hermit crab in your kettle and dishes in the sink. but yeah, technically, he was there for tea on tuesday.

or arrives four weeks later because you didn’t say what tuesday.

it’s anyone’s guess, including him, what he has in his pockets. four twigs, each exactly 17 centimeters long? sure. half ball of twine wrapped around a chunk of moss? why not. three tea bags, clearly used, tied together and soaking wet. a small glass bottle with strange dust labeled “numbers”. a single tooth. reading glasses, cracked, missing a lense with a shoelace tied around the bridge. he doesn’t even wear glasses.

don’t. ever. ask him for directions. he can give you them, just. in a way that’s so alien that they’re impossible to follow

he kinda just. goes off of vibes? like if it feels like the right distance he will do with it. it’s not miles away but that sounds right

in his heart it is.

is always right. no amount of reason can convince him otherwise

at best, you’re both wrong but still. he knew it all along

rarely knows the right lyrics to things. if he’s called out he’ll just say “well in this version..” because he’s been everywhere and is ancient so no one can really argue

picks fights with a shocking large number of birds.

randomly and for seemingly no reason, in a multitude of languages most long forgotten.

[gacougnol]

James Proudfoot

Sun on a House

Dieppe, 1937

[odbuoyjemmity]

what are your headcanons on the other wundersmiths of the age of east winds?

omg i meant to answer this and then. left it in my inbox for almost three months. mea culpa

owain: canonically can't sing but my hc is that he plays violin and piano beautifully. he grows a moustache when he's like eighteen like its a really thin horrible thing until he's twenty five and then it looks decent

elodie: is a lesbian. and has like no problem getting into relationships but they never last longer than three months so she has a whole bunch of ex girlfriends and all of the breakups are horrifically messy. average wunsoc member has ten ndas about their breakups statistical error. lesbians elodie who lives in the basement and has four bad and scandalous breakups every year for around twenty years is a statistical anomaly and should be ignored

ezra: an absolute prodigy at weaving. kind of mediocre at like normal schoolwork. that boy cannot structure an essay for the life of him

odbuoy: he does 90% of the pranks at proudfoot house but is really charismatic so he gets away with it most of the time

rastaban: has that beard all english teachers have like the scuff with the too-much moustache. also coiffs his hair with way too much product

griselda: really mean if you piss her off like the most cutting comments known to man but kind if you're polite. she looks super fragile but she can roundhouse kick someone

decima: her room is an acquarium with a bed in it and like no glass its just water woven so specifically that the fish stay in and the water doesn't touch her. she has a pet koi whom her predecessor owned and its huge

brilliance: loses all her reading glasses all the time. sub nine has them in almost every room because she takes them off her face and then forgets to bring them with her. every time

mathilde: really enjoys depressing and gothic poetry that no one else is into but they all listen to her recite it because she locked the doors and they can't get out

[auroraborealis22]

James Proudfoot (British, 1908-1971) "The Burnt-Out House," 1947

[butter3pie]

Okay another thing from my re read of the first book. I think I noticed the forshadowing of Morrigan awakening the fireblossoms in the garden of the proudfoots house. After the book trail when Morrigan and Jupiter are coming back to Deucalion Morrigan touches one of the dead trees and see said to Jupiter and it burned her. In reality it did not burned her she she felt it id did, she even save a spark coming from it for a momment.

(Btw sorry for any grammar mistakes in any of my posts. English is not my first language)

[givemogahug]

mogtober day 20- family

Once a year wunsoc has like a parents/guardians evening and Jupiter takes a day off work so morrigan can show him around because her family thinks she's dead.

And morrigan brings lam along with her because her family is in the Republic too.

Morrigan sneaks them down to sub 9 and Jupiter shows them little secrets in proudfoot house that he discovered as a scholar.

And it's just so f l u f f y lol

[nevermoorsource]

Current Owlcrate Items

Owlcrate's 2023 Black Friday sale starts later this week, so I want to share Nevermoor items that you can currently buy and items that might be sold soon. If they aren't sold in this sale, they will likely go up at a later date if there is still stock available.

Currently Sold:

Proudfoot House Pennant Flag

Unit 919 Trading Cards

Step Boldly 'Hollowpox' Sticker

Hometrain Book Sleeve

Wunimal Institute Pennant Flag

The Book Of Ghostly Hours Reading Kit

Book Bug Battle Puzzle

Wundrous Water Bottle Sleeve

Step Boldly And Burn Brightly Wooden Bookmark

Coming Soon:

Nevermoor-inspired Bookworm Bowl

Hollowpox-inspired LED illusion light

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

"Warm sunlight slants across the building walls / and at the end of the lane, a clear sky of gradually deepening blue ~ Scottish-born artist James Proudfoot’s ‘Sun on a House, Dieppe’ (1937)"

[frodothefair]

I saw that you opened headcanon requests!!

Do the Hobbits (mainly Bilbo and the main four) like animals? Do they have pets? Allergies? Phobias?

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Great question!

Let's start with Frodo. I believe canonically he is not a dog person, because of the traumatic experience with Farmer Maggot's dogs when he was young. I think he rather likes cats -- he is somewhat catlike himself, having odd sleeping and wandering habits, and liking society, but ultimately preferring to keep to himself. Also, his eyes are big and catlike, and he is fond of sitting deep in thought for long periods of time, and blinking slowly at people as an expression of affection.

However, he never had a cat at Bag End because Bilbo is deathly allergic! In fact, pre-adventure Bilbo was not partial to animals because he was too house-proud and dreaded torn-up upholstery and muddy tracks through the house. And even if he mellowed out a little after his return, he never particularly warmed to the idea of having a pet, so Frodo had to make do with feeding the neighborhood cats, and visiting the Proudfoots' cat, Red, a beast of vesuvean proportions and a lover of treats in all forms.

Sam, on the other hand, absolutely loves animals. Remember how tenderly he took care of Bill the pony, and even talked to him? He is like that in the Shire, too. His primary occupation is gardening, but people throughout the neighborhood ask him to tend to their animals if they're sick or they're acting strange, and similar to Frodo, Sam feeds all the neighborhood cats and lives a fulsome life conversing with them every day. He also has chickens at Bagshot Row, and they are only for eggs. Perhaps the only animals he does not like are rabbits, and that is only because they are forever getting into the garden and destroying crops, but he still invents a humane rabbit trap to catch and release them. He is also NOT the one in charge of leaving mouse traps around Bagshot Row.

Pippin, I think, is an enthusiastic if slightly silly dog incarnate, so I think he likes dogs. Dogs in the Shire are predominantly used for work, such as guarding and herding, but the Tooks, being a wealthier family, also keep them as pets. Pippin's sisters have small lap dogs, and Pippin has a sheep dog that does not work, but rather accompanies him on walks and fetches sticks for him.

Merry canonically obtains the ponies for the journey of the four hobbits, so I think he is overall a horse guy (which makes the Rohan connection serendipitous). Even before the quest, he had a pony, which is actually fairly essential if he wanted to travel to the Shire with any kind of frequency. He took care of the pony himself -- everything from feeding to grooming -- and was knowledgeable in the different breeds and pedigrees of ponies used around the Shire. He also never missed a chance to check out the ponies at the fair in the autumn.

[puppetwoman17]

Morrigan: Jupiter, if I tell you how I got this mark on my face, do you promise not to do anything…rash?

Jupiter: Oh, Mog! You know me! I’d never lift a finger to hurt someone!

Morrigan: Kay, um…Bazz did it.

Jupiter: …

Morrigan: Jupiter?

Jupiter: …

Morrigan: Jupi—

Jupiter: I suddenly remembered I forgot something at Proudfoot House! I’ll be on my way.

Morrigan: Jupiter, wait—

Jupiter: I won’t be long, Mog!

Morrigan: Jupiter!

Jupiter: Bye ✌️

[jacquesbonhomie]

James Proudfoot (British, 1908-1971)

‘Sun on a House, Dieppe’. 1937

[onefootin1941]

“Sun on a House," aka "A Corner of Dieppe," 1937

James Proudfoot (British, 1908-1971)

[nought-shall-go-ill]

Sunday Snippets

Thank you so much for the tag, @kay-elle-cee ! I too have been having a WEEK (although technically it’s next week for me now), and hope you’re doing ok. Here is a snippet of something (a Jily fic, though you wouldn’t guess it from this snippet) I’ve been working on:

“But with the evidence I’ve gathered, sir, I believe there is more than enough to suggest that the Potters were murdered!”

Harry felt another jolt through his stomach, and Proudfoot turned to apologetically nod at him, though he looked just as confused as the others in the room.

“It is common knowledge that the Potters were murdered in 1981 by Lord Voldemort, McLaggen. Now, really—”

“Not Lily and James Potter,” Cormac countered. “Euphemia and Fleamont Potter, the founders of the Sleekeazy Corporation.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“They were murdered.” Cormac grinned at the group, brandishing a pile of what was apparently evidence from atop the desk. “And what’s more, I believe that more than half the Potter fortune went missing that week too.”

“Now, this is preposterous! How dare you suggest such a—”

“Let him speak, Proudfoot,” said Kingsley, who was still yet to meet Harry’s eye.

“Thank you, Minister.” McLaggen picked up the top paper from his pile, setting the others aside. “Now, I have various accounts that I believe verify the money, which I will get to later. But there is an individual who went missing just before the Potters’ untimely death…”

“They were one hundred and—”

“Proudfoot!”

“… Charlus Potter.”

McLaggen held up a photograph of a sprightly looking older man with untidy grey hair.

“Nonsense. Charlus went missing during the war. I remember it, distinctly,” sniffed Williamson from behind Harry.

“Exactly! But if I’m correct, that tapestry of yours at the Black’s house, Harry? That doesn’t record a day of death for Charlus. Am I correct?”

Harry blinked. He never visited Grimmauld Place if he could help, never mind consider the tapestry, though he was now very much regretting inviting McLaggen for that cup of tea…

“Never minds if you don’t remember, old chap.” McLaggen held up another photograph — one of the exact wall at Grimmauld Place where the tapestry was mounted. “I can clarify that myself.”

Mutters broke out among the aurors.

“This proves nothing,” said Proudfoot, eventually. “Charlus was a strange old man. And more than a few emigrated during—”

“Aha,” smiled McLaggen. “But that’s just the thing. A lot can go unrealised during a war, don’t you think? For example, the change of a will, a large amount of money moved from a Gringotts account, and a man who looks not too dissimilar from Charlus Potter boarding a Concorde flight… all on the very same day.”

“I—”

“And things can go even more unrealised when that day is a special day, a very important occasion, indeed.”

“What are you getting at, Cormac?” sighed Williamson.

McLaggen lifted up the largest photograph of them all, and Harry felt his heart sink to his knees.

“The day Charlus went missing, the day 2.5 million Galleons were moved from the Potters’ account, the day that Fleamont Potter’s will was changed, and just one week before the elder Potter’s went to their grave…”

He grinned at the group for effect.

“… was Lily and James Potter’s wedding day.”

“Guess we’ll be needing Pensieve permissions,” someone muttered from behind Harry, though he couldn’t tell who as the room — and the world — wouldn’t stop spinning.