#silm drawing prompt

[eri-pl]

Suggestion for anyone who can draw:

AtLA x Silm fanart

Ulmo in the waves, Katara on the beach, he asks "But can you sing?" Katara answers "I'm too busy washing my brother's dirty socks!", and Ulmo says "See, that's why I live alone."

Or Katara and Uinen(? Osse's wife) complaining about their brother and husband.

Aang before Manwe, with totally awed expression, Manwe's thought bubble "What a sweet child, I'm going to adopt him"

Toph in Aule's forge, with critical expression, making some comments about what she would do better. Aule's thought bubble: "Oh my Eru, she reminds me of Mairon." He looks terrified.

Ozai and Melkor. Ozai says "I'm the Phoenix Lord, ruler of all the world!", Melkor looks at him as if he was a curious bug and does something nasty.

Bonus: Oroma and Sokka sitting in the forest together, Orome in a fatherly pose. Sokka is proud, shows his bumerang. Orome with fascinated expression asks "It comes back?"

Bonus bonus: "My cabbages!" "My Trees!"

Bonus^3 Iroh and Olorin, drinking tea and complaining about their young companions.

[fistfuloflightning]

Ents with flower crowns.

There are few things Ents do in haste. It is tradition after strong storms to gather all the fallen flowers—since it is a waste for them to wilt and fade so needlessly without one last use—and decorate themselves with them. The younger and less tree-like shepherds even go so far as to wind them into wreaths for the oldest who can no longer move.

thanks to @sharpestsatire for a challenging prompt and a new headcanon!

[sakasakiii]

ohhHHHh brother,,, is this another sketch dump after an undisclosed number of weeks of absence and online inactivity? yessir it sure is but i sure hope it won't stay that way 🤞 apologies again for disappearing, but im on break for the next couple of months for the summer so i have a lot planned and im hoping to catch up with... everything!

i put a little status update under the cut but feel free to skip that cuz its just me explaining some things ive had on my mind hoho 😙😙 happy 1st of june everyone!!!

a lot of things have been happening irl that im still getting used to, but thank you for always being very patient 🙇‍♀️ i apologise for disappearing again after i promised id start being more active again in... januARY??? man oh man the year is passing by tooooo fast holy smokes

i havent had much time to be on social media since then, but ive gotten some email notifs from ppl sending in such kind messages via inbox, and its really made me go AUGHHHHH in the midst of whatever im doing cuz it means the world to me 🥺❤️ if youre someone who's sent in something over the past year since i started hiatus in march 2023, IM REALLY SORRY AGAIN 😭😭 i always try to keep up with my policy of one-art-piece-per-ask, but because of that sometimes i just procrastinate a lot or get stuck on finding relevant things to draw as thanks. ive been brainstorming some ideas, though, and its my goal to get through a hefty sum of em before things get real busy again in a few months 😤

im really sorry again for being so inconsistent this past year, but im gonna do my best! i hope everyone on here's been doing good and im raring to see everything new with silm tumblr ❤️❤️ also if anyone has any recs for any new content pls feed me for i am starvedddd

[buttered-toasty]

Consequences of marriage? Something else? What happens when you marry the worst parts of yourself anyway?

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another little digital thing for inktober :) as a treat :)

I have many many thoughts on The Ring tm

[that-angry-noldo]

If you're still taking doodle requests...

Legolas and Gimli, with one stuck somewhere? Gim in a tree or Leg in a cave, or something? Too complex? 🤨

Thank you! I love your doodles!

hanging in a tree all by yourself, handsome?

[hirazuki]

Expression practice with Mairon! Because I wanted to draw something but everything else I'm working on is pretty sad and would make me even sadder than I currently am, but I'm also not in the mood for humor yet.

So here is the boy happy/content, excited (I headcanon that his sclera turns yellow/orange and he glows :D), what the fuck Melkor, and blushing (it's subtle on his cheeks but he can't hide it on his ear tips!). Originally, I had only planned to draw the blushing one, but he was too cute to resist making more ^^

[cilil]

Summer Stories

AN: Another ship I've been wanting to try for a while, especially after reading @i-did-not-mean-to's recent fic. I'm dedicating this one to @ettelene as a thank you for running Silm smut week (so excited for that already).

Prompt: Picnic | Fëanor x Fingolfin Synopsis: Fingolfin makes another attempt at gaining Fëanor's favour. Warnings: Incestuous attraction

"What is this? Another attempt at gaining my favour?" 

Fëanor sneers at him when he looks up from his notebook, but Fingolfin can't help staring at him regardless.

How is it that his half-brother, so proud and unapproachable, can still draw him in as if he's under some kind of spell, like a moth to a flame? He's beautiful, brilliant, everything, making him feel small and insignificant, but in a way that makes his skin tingle and his heart race.

Oh Fëanáro, what are you doing to me...

Taking a deep breath, Fingolfin places the basket on the ground in front of his half-brother. 

"I brought you something to eat and drink," he says, attempting to stop his voice from shaking. "I thought you could use some refreshment after working all day." 

"So I was right," is all Fëanor says, referring to his previous question, and he shifts his attention back to his notes, ignoring both his half-brother and the basket. 

"You can go." 

Fingolfin hesitates. He doesn't know why he's still hoping for more in these interactions, and yet – 

"I said you can go. You know I won't be swayed by a few petty gestures." 

"Of course not," Fingolfin mumbles and with his head lowered, he turns to leave. Perhaps Fëanor is right and he's just a fool, but he knows already that he will try again and will keep trying until maybe one day he receives affection instead of contempt in return. 

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider liking and reblogging! ♡

[thelien-art]

I'm sorry you've been getting confrontational asks only a few days into the Pride requests! It's incredibly generous of you to take so many requests for free, and it already strikes me as slightly entitled for someone to treat these prompt requests with the level of specificity that's usually reserved for paid commissions - but since you and the first requester cleared up the language/translation miscommunication, I can't understand why yet another person is getting all up in your inbox just to be accusatory. (Especially since this new anon a) doesn't even seem to be part of the Silm fandom and b) has clearly never bothered to look at your work if they think you're in some way opposed to drawing POC characters and designs! If they'd taken 30 seconds to scroll through your blog a bit, they could have saved themselves the trouble of straw-manning and putting words in your mouth.)

And I'm sorry you've been having a tough few days in general - I hope things get a bit easier soon, and don't worry about doing whatever you have to do to protect your mental health a bit in the meantime! <3

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[polutrope]

ohh I love the Silm prompts! may I request either 7 (could not escape and would not yield) or 11 (because he is the son of his father) for Celebrimbor? ~ maglor-my-beloved <3

Thanks for the ask @maglor-my-beloved, and glad you like the prompts! I went for a combination of both. Also sharing today as part of @fellowshipofthefics Forged in Fellowship day.

Celebrimbor at the sack of Sirion, 875 words. Angst.

Warning for moderate violence and a canonical character death.

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What if his father had been among them? It was the first question Celebrimbor asked himself when he smelled the smoke and saw the flames licking the night sky on the outskirts of Sirion.

The next thought, when he pulled his hauberk over his head, was the sickening realisation that, if Curufin had been among them, the mail may have hung less heavily on his shoulders. That he would have lifted his sword more willingly against his own father. The one who had stood by when it was forged, the one whose approval Celebrimbor drank up with a wretched thirst. 

Hatred, that poison he had spent years drawing from his heart, now coursed hotly through his veins. 

Celebrimbor was not a kinslayer. And despite his burning rage, he had no wish to become one. But now, they offered him no escape. To flee would be far worse than to fight. 

He pushed back against the clawing fingers of his bitterness and girt himself to face them—the foes of his chosen kindred—with calm determination. 

He ran through the streets, calling forth the small contingent of fighters Gil-galad had placed under his command. His voice competed with the clamour of others orders: to take up arms, to seek shelter, to fly to the ships, to guard the Lady. His courage contended with the chilling drone of a chorus meant to inspire terror: the voices of seasoned warriors led by the greatest minstrel the Noldor had ever known. 

It did not take the Fëanorians long to force their way to the centre of the town. They spilled out over the quay. Few resisted their advance. Some threw themselves into the river rather than fight. Whether seized by the madness of terror or because they would rather drown than take up arms against another elf, Celebrimbor could only guess. Others, many of them once-warriors of Gondolin, resisted fiercely, unhesitating as their axes bore down upon distant kin, eyes glinting with cold light as their swords found the weak points in their opponents’ armour. Driven, perhaps, by memories of ice and betrayal that had eaten away at them for five long centuries.

Celebrimbor did not allow his gaze to rest on the faces of any of the Fëanorian soldiers. He lifted a fist, signalling to the archers on the roofs behind him to nock their bows. He lowered it, and a spray of arrows whizzed through the air. Few found their mark. 

One of the enemy soldiers turned on him. Celebrimbor drew his sword, his muscles instinctively flexed to fight. His gut churned. His thoughts were elsewhere, where they could not persuade him to drop his weapon and run. 

Then the soldier addressed him. “Lord Celebrimbor.” 

Celebrimbor tightened his grip on his sword hilt, resisting the urge to lower it. The man’s name came to him unbidden. “Calandur.”  

Having spoken it the rage in Celebrimbor’s breast cooled.  Calandur’s jaw was set, his mouth drawn down into a frown, but there was no threat in his eyes.

“Stay behind us, lord.” 

With that, Calandur spun around with a great cry. “A runandor!* Faithful servants of the House of Finwë!” he shouted. “Redeemers! Now is the hour! Turn! Turn and stand your ground!”

Suddenly, a wall of bodies encircled the remaining Fëanorian soldiers. They had only two ways of escape: to cut through their own people or to leap into the river. 

The progress of the battle came to a gasping halt. Then one of the Fëanorian commanders shattered the stillness with a cry. Celebrimbor caught the glint of a long russet braid as he turned to see that his soldiers were gathering around him. 

He caught the river of red that spilled from his neck when an arrow sank into the flesh above his collarbone.

He watched him fall.

As easily as if he were a withered leaf upon the bough, Amras Fëanorion fell. 

In the moment of shock that followed, Calandur and two others stepped forward and tossed the thrashing  body of Celebrimbor’s uncle over the quay’s edge. It was a mercy. Fëanor’s youngest son would receive no burial rites; but nor would a hateful swarm descend upon his corpse, hacking to pieces one who was—who might have been—a noble lord of the Noldor.

Fierce fighting resumed, with the defenders of Sirion now gaining the upper-hand. Celebrimbor was blocked from entering the fray by the tight circle of those who called themselves Redeemers. 

It was then he realised there was another choice. To escape was not to yield. To escape was to preserve; to dare to hope.

He called to one of his archers to follow him, then ran down the quay, untethered a sturdy fishing dory, and leapt in, bidding the other elf to join him. Then he rowed furiously into the darkness, towards the Cape and the ship havens. There was little hope that the people of Sirion would prevail, even with the aid of the Fëanorians who had turned against their lords. But there would be survivors, and they would need strength and skill and courage if they were to rebuild their ruined lives in the years to come. 

It would not be Celebrimbor’s lot to die here, needlessly; not yet. 

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*'A runandor!' is Quenya for 'O Redeemers!'. Thanks to Shihali on the SWG Discord for the translation.

It’s my headcanon, based on a map in The War of the Jewels with a dot labelled ‘Ship Havens’ on Cape Balar, that there were actually two settlements on the Bay of Balar: one built on or very near the actual mouth of the river Sirion (called simply ‘Sirion’), and one, much smaller and chiefly for the purpose of shipbuilding and mooring, on Cape Balar to the northwest (called simply ‘the Cape’). Almost all the survivors of the sack of Sirion were those who were at, or fled to, the Cape at the time of the attack.

I also headcanon a Beleriand-born Celebrimbor, though there could be other reasons he is not a kinslayer.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Hello, hello...

Oh, that is so kind and nice of you! Let me see...

There is not much to be said about myself or my job lol

I am not exactly a Bagginshield writer even though I have written that pairing. I do not engage with any of the others, and I'm only familiar with Good Omens and Sherlock (but I don't interact with the fandoms).

I don't have any OCs, sorry, I do write a lot, but I do mostly Ori for the Hobbit, Farawyn for LOTR, and the Silm in all its breadth.

I love prompts! OMG so much.

I have 1 ugly cat and two lovely dogs. Please feel free to ask about them any time you want. They're my beloved!

I am a terrible gardener (it's shameful), I do a bit of crochet (in winter), a bit of art (very badly), and a thousand other small things :D

I love being tagged in all kinds of things. Animals. Jokes. Tolkien content. Memes. I'd love to be tagged.

Okay, let me shoot back with a list of things I adore getting:

Movie/Show recs (I love historical things, docus about animals, horror movies, romantic movies, NO biopics, war movies, or action movies)

Memes about Tolkien/GRR Martin/The Boys/Sherlock/Lucifer

Inspirational quotes :)

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Pictures of animals

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[echo-bleu]

ALRIGHT Ask game time.

Two games, because I want to draw and write both.

I've recently fallen into a Silmarillion hyperfixation, and I want to explore characterization/character design a bit, so

PRIDE game: send me a Silmarillion or LOTR character* and a queer identity (genderqueer&trans headcanons especially welcome) and I'll do a sketch of them with their flag.

WRITING game: send me a prompt from this list and a character (or two) from the Silmarillion* and I'll write something short. You're welcome to elaborate on the prompt or send me a time period as well.

*For Silm characters, preferably Noldor, or at least characters that aren't too obscure. The Children of Húrin storyline kills me (not in a good way) so I won't do those. For LOTR characters, I favour the Gondorians (especially the Húrin and Dol Amroth families) and Imladris elves. Fellowship members, Rohirrim or anyone else are welcome, but I might not have many original thoughts about them. It will all be book canon, not movie.

[eri-pl]

Silm Advent calendar 4: Beard*

Warnings: sort of a small panic attack in PoV. Implications of… well, we are seeing Celebrimbor post-reembodiment. So you can estimate. But only implications.

"I wish I could see them again," said Celebrimbor. "The Dwarves, I mean." It was still somewhat strange to speak with words.

Mahtan smiled. "I wish I could see one of them too."

Right. Great-grandfather hadn't ever met any of the Khazad, obviously. Because he had enough common sense to not leave. Obviously. Celebrimbor looked at him. "I'm sorry."

Mahtan laughed and continued leading him down the stony corridors of Lord Aulë's mansion.

Assuming that he could continue the conversation, Celebrimbor said "I've always wondered, and Narvi too—how it is with beards? Are they something Lord Aulë invented, or...?" He trailed off. It seemed a stupid question.

And yet, his great-grandfather was not offended. He stroked his own—meticulously braided— beard, and spoke. "I've always assumed it was his thing, as I had not grown mine before I became his apprentice. But now of course they say the Men have those too— they do, right? It's not another thing Pengolodh made up?"

"Oh yes, they do have beards. Some quite impressive."

They went down another set of stairs, the corridor was windowless and illuminated with lamps. It felt like home, but safer.

"Mhm. See, Tyelpe, we're somewhat secluded here. Nor Tuor, nor of course Earendil had one, so... Anyway, I'm sure you'll grow it eventually."

"I don't— I mean, the fact that I could work with— Despite everything— It's just so much more than I could ever deserve."

Mahtan laughed again—a deep, rolling laughter that felt in place in those stone halls. "You will need to get accustomed to working with people who aren't— nasty."

The forge noises became louder, discouraging further dialogue. Not long after, they reached an arched gate, leading to a huge workshop, where Maiar and Elves worked, and of course, in the center, the Smith himself.

All the hammers stopped and the room went silent. Celebrimbor bowed deeply, barely daring to look at the Vala.

Lord Aulë smiled. "Come, you two. Mahtan, my friend, we've moved your things already. Tyelperinquar, I'm so glad to see you. I— I still don't understand your kind well, but Mahtan said you won't be offended— it is the best workplace after all." As the two Elves came closer, he spoke more quietly. "As an apology."

In the centre of the forge, next to Lord Aulë's huge, carved stone workbench with mithril top, stood two others, smaller, but even more ornate. One, to which Mahtan walked and began checking the tools, was made of bright white stone carved in intricate geometric patterns, parts of which seemed moveable. The other one — apparently meant for Celebrimbor — was a gold square design of perfect four-fold symmetry, with the tools sorted by size and type. While not dusted—nothing in Aman was—it was long unused, judging from types of the tools. There was a peculiar beauty to it, like—

His head went light and he grasped the edge of the golden table— than let it go immediately— if that was to be his apology, he'd have to bear it— he was better now, after years in Mandos—and yet, the very memory—

Mahtan held him like he used to do when Tyelpe was a small boy visiting his forge with the same fascination as his father and grandfather before.

"Shhh. It's all right. It is all right—" he repeated louder. "He will get over it, just give us a moment." He turned his face back to Celebrimbor, whispering: "It's all right. You don't have to, if you don't want to."

"But…. My apology—"

Great-grandfather held him tighter. "Not your apology, Tyelpe. Lord Aulë meant it as his apology to you. He felt like he owed it, especially as there's nobody else to apologize to you now, I think. But let's not get there. It is— we both thought that it would be a kind of justice to give it to you. I'm sorry. You don't have to."

The tightnes in Celebrimbor's chest slowly dissipated. "No, I— I appreciate it, and it would make him so angry and that's good, just— could I maybe reorder it a little. Not much, just…."

He spoke softly, unsure if it was worse to ask Lord Aulë if he could change the designs of his Maia (well, back then), or to talk in private when he was nearby. but apparently it was not soft enough, as the Vala replied him.

"Of course. You can change anything you like. It's yours."

A few days of work later, when Aulë again returned to his forge, he looked at Celebrimbor's workbench—now not as perfectly symmetrical, and carved in rows of Dwarven runes.

He smiled. "It looks alive. I missed it."

[maironsmaid]

Seeing as I currently am back to rotating my Silm blorbos in my head, how about yall send me some characters/ prompts to draw so I can flesh out some more character designs? 👀✨️

[hiril-thuringwethil]

Answering a few more of these un-asked, because they're great prompts and I am bored ✨

🌟 Which of the Valar do you feel the most affinity for and why?

Mandos. I've always felt some connection with and had a fascination for the dead. Determining their fates yet also facilitating their afterlife healing resonates with me.

Honourable mention: Melkor

Reason: I am goth

🤔 Tell us one of your favorite Silm headcanons. Can be one that's out in the wild or a personal one!

I can't remember who, but someone posted that the Seduction of Mairon was actually Melkor begging Mairon to be his administrative assistant because he's organised and Melkor is not. It's the funniest take I've heard and I will not let it go 😂

⏩ Which section of the Silm did you read through the fastest? (Couldn't put it down!)

Anything with Fëanor and/or his sons

Fingolfin's fight with Morgoth

Of Beren and Lúthien (though not at first)

The Fall of Gondolin

😈 Give the villains some love. Which antagonist is most interesting to you and what about them draws you in?

Sauron. He's insanely arrogant in the First Age, very crafty in the Second Age, and all of the above in the Third Age. I find it both amusing and intriguing that he assumes he's the greatest werewolf ever then gets his throat torn out and leaves, singlehandedly fucks up Eregion by seducing Celebrimbor, gets captured for funsies and then gaslights Ar-Pharazôn and causes the downfall of Númenor, and only steals the black horses from Rohan because The Aesthetic™

I also subscribe to the idea that he his hot and ginger 🔥🔥

Silmarillion Ask Game

🗡️ Defend your favorite war criminal (or make them worse - I'm not your mom).

🔥 Give us your hottest Silm hot take.

🌟 Which of the Valar do you feel the most affinity for and why?

⚓ Pick a Silm ship to go down with. What is compelling about their dynamic?

🤔 Tell us one of your favorite Silm headcanons. Can be one that's out in the wild or a personal one!

⏩ Which section of the Silm did you read through the fastest? (Couldn't put it down!)

⏸️ Which section did you read the slowest? (Not as interesting or "if I don't keep reading 'x' bad thing cannot happen)

🗺️ Pick a kingdom/faction in Beleriand to visit. (No matter what happens, you cannot be injured and you cannot die - yay, plot armor!)

🐉 A lot of figures in the Silm have weird Eldritch powers or possibly biology. Tell us about your headcanons for one.

😈 Give the villains some love. Which antagonist is most interesting to you and what about them draws you in?

👑To which High King of the Noldor do you owe your allegiance? Why would you offer them your fealty?

🪄You can change how one (1) Big Event goes down in the Silm - either in favor of something in HoME or something you made up. What happens instead? Tell us the cool stuff!

🍽️ You are having a dinner party and you can invite five (5) characters from the Silm. Who do you invite?

🔮You can reach into the Beyond and ask the Professor to settle one (1) debate for you. He won't even waffle on the answer, honest. What do you ask him?

Maximum chaos bonus question (💀): You have a "Get out of jail 'Doomed by the Narrative' free" card. Who do you give it to?

[hirazuki]

People you'd like to know better!

Thanks for tagging me, @cilil!

Three Ships: If you're wanting to know my Silm ships specifically, I actually do only have three of them lmao: Melkor/Luthien, Eol/Aredhel, and Haleth/Caranthir.

First Ship: ....... first thing I shipped... ever? Ahaha, I don't remember! Just going off of my age at the time I read things, it must have been either Cedric/Orube (W.I.T.C.H.) or Lymond/Philippa (The Lymond Chronicles) -- I can't remember which came first XD

Last Song: *checks playlist* Winding Road by MAN WITH A MISSION (Golden Kamuy opening 1)

Last Movie: ............ still haven't watched anything that remotely counts as a movie recently ^^;

Currently Reading: re-reading Silm; reading HoME, NoME; keeping up with Spy x Family, Ao no Exorcist, Akatsuki no Yona (why, self? X_X), and D.Gray-man.

Currently Watching: Bleach (Thousand Year Blood War Arc), Jujutsu Kaisen (Season 2), Rurouni Kenshin: Meiji Kenkaku Romantan (2023); still re-watching Hunter x Hunter (2011) in the background while drawing ^^

Last Thing I Wrote: This Mairon and Eonwe writing prompt!

Tagging, no pressure: @general-illyrin, @melkors-defense-attorney, @celebbun, @mirkwood-hr-department

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

Day 6 of @feanorianweek is Amrod & Amras, so here they are!! Amras is the one with the braids, on the left, and Amrod is one the right with his eyes squinched up. Their outfits were super fun to draw!!

[Image Description: a digital drawing of twin elves, both with red hair and freckled skin. They are wearing tunics, puffy shirts and breeches, and fur-covered boots with red tassels. Their general color scheme involves red, blue green, brown, and yellow. One has two braids in his hair, and the other has short hair falling a little above his shoulders. They are standing on a green background with a circle of leaves behind them. They are both smiling and are holding hands. //End Description]