#trolls oc neil

[missescalientee]

@90svn @felsicveins Neil, the boy of all time

[jdexhusband]

More kids

[jtl-fics]

Woke up early today and banged out some more FF that I’ll hopefully finish tonight after work.

[sixty-silver-wishes]

I will draw your blorbos if you donate a dollar or more to this humanitarian aid campaign for fatma bassem

I'll draw blorbos I haven't even heard of before. I'll draw those dungeon meshi chaps. I have no idea what dungeon meshi even is but I see it everywhere. I'll draw dean and castiel making out with tongue and I haven't even seen supernatural. I'll draw your scrimblo wet cat OC who you love with all your heart but nobody else knows about. I'll draw skrunkerello, the obscure tenor from your favorite opera. I'll draw a dinosaur on a motorbike. I'll draw you. I'll draw me. I'll draw every single homestuck troll. I'll draw those guys from good omens. yk, neil gaiman's gay men. I'll draw your fursona. I'll draw your fursona's humansona. I'll draw your fursona's humansona's fursona. I'll draw captain ahab hunting for moby dick. I'll draw dracula fistfighting frankenstein's monster. I'll draw elon musk getting swarmed by bees. I'll draw your cat. I'll draw your dog. I'll draw your cat AND dog.

I'll draw LITERALLY ANYTHING as long as I'm comfortable with it because I want to help this lady and her family in any way I can. please donate what you can to her campaign; even a dollar helps.

[stellastra-scribbles]

PINNED POST - about me~

Made: Sept. 12, 2024

Updated: Dec. 25, 2024

IMPORTANT LINKS

Twitter: k_stellastra (retired account/not posting there anymore)

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Reddit: stellastra

Toyhouse (for OC info): stellastra

Artfight: stellastra

Hi, hello! You can call me Stellastra. This is my art blog I made in September 2024, but I've been on tumblr since 2014 on my personal blog.

To tell you a bit about me: I like to draw, play video games, take photos, work out, and collect historical fashion books.

I'm admittedly a fairly shy and private person, so my posts will almost strictly be related to art and/or my OCs. However, feel free to send me a message, whether it's about me, my art, my OCs, or if you just wanted to drop in and say hello. If you send me an ask about my OC, I might accompany the answer with a drawing!

All I ask is for some basic cordiality if I don't know you.

Some Ground Rules:

I make art based on mature games/genres. My content is intended for an adult audience. I do not interact with minors (people under 18 years old).

Reposting my art off-site is fine, so long as I'm credited/it links back to me. For example, if I drew you something and you want to add it in your OC's reference compilation on Toyhouse or wherever, that's fine. Something as simple as "art by stellastra [insert link to my blog]" is all I ask for.

I can't believe I have to say this, but just be a decent human being. It's not that hard. I will not engage in petty discourse openly nor in DMs.

I am not doing commissions. I am not offering them nor do I intend on doing so in the foreseeable future.

My favorite video games are:

The Elder Scrolls series (particularly Morrowind)

Guild Wars (both GW1 and GW2. GW1 is my childhood jam~)

Arcanum: of Steamworks and Magick Obscura (a D&D-like fantasy setting paired with the 19th century aesthetic? *chef's kiss*)

Fire Emblem series (especially Shadows of Valentia and Three Houses, crossing my fingers for a proper remake of the Jugdral games)

Halo series (Bungie-era, haven't played any 343 entry since 4)

Tomb Raider series (the Legend games are my childhood classics)

More random fun facts about me I'm willing to share (if you wanted to know for some reason):

I'm half-Filipina (Igorot, specifically Kalinga) and half-white (apparently of mostly British ancestry, according to a 23andMe test my dad did).

I was born and raised in the the southeast USA.

Unfortunately, I can only speak English (+ some rusty high school-level French). I want to learn Tagalog or Ilocano (my mom's native language) someday.

I have pet cats.

I can safely say that I really started drawing when I was around 10 years old, when I was doodling in the margins of my schoolwork in the fourth grade.

I love watching 'so bad, it's good' movies like The Room, Troll 2, Samurai Cop, Neil Breen movies, etc.

I have an unhealthy collection of historical fashion books. Most of my collection is 19th century European stuff, but I'm always looking for books of an earlier time or even non-European cultures.

If you're looking for any specific resource regarding historical clothing, feel free to shoot me a message and I can point you to some resources for reference material. Should you need something specific, I'm willing take a look in my collection for you. I JUST LOVE TALKING ABOUT HISTORICAL CLOTHING!!!

Well, with that out of the way, it's a pleasure to meet y'all~

[fflaminlo]

OBSCURE INTERNET ARTIST BEING NORMAL ABOUT TROLLS

snyway- here are my human ocs’ trollssonas

martin is pop, bailey is funk, neil is classical, and marjory is rock

[metalb4tzz]

...guys homestuck is coming back 2 me. it is so horrible i am in shambles (not rlly).

but!! i made a human oc and a troll oc! the troll is Zik Errosi, my trad goth jadeblood rainbow drinker baddie🤤🤤 and then my human oc is Neil Wright, my cutie patootie dog-loving welding explorer with ratty hair. ugh i luv them both sm already

[runawaymun]

Trick or treat! What about a line or two from something that'll likely never see the light of day from the WIP folder?

Ohhhh this is a fun question!

Ok so with @the-commonplace-book's permission, I shall share quite a few chunks of a little story we wrote together for fun, mostly just to take a break from some of our more serious joint projects, which is the MGME trope, but make it a couple of kids and their shitty parents -- who are some longstanding OCs which have been knocking about for years from a different, really cool project that she's working on. Mostly this whole thing began with, "what if Torin and Finley met Elrond and he could maybe dad them a bit? Wouldn't that be fun?"

The first section includes Glorfindel rescuing the parents from some Trolls (classic) after they fall into Middle Earth, and then I'll just select chunks at random. We wound up dropping it because we got to a point where we got bored, but it was a really good time while it lasted and spawned a totally different (but similar) idea which we poke at every once in a while.

This could get quite long :D

-

Neil and Deidre had been bickering so loudly and incessantly, that they hadn’t heard the thud! thud! thud! approaching until it was just behind them. They spun around just in time to see an enormous grey monster reaching for them. 

They scrambled to escape, but it had them in their clutches - one in each giant hand. It was as rank as it was ugly, and no matter how much they squirmed and screamed, it wouldn’t let them go.

It carried them a ways through the woods, to a camp just outside a cave, where another giant grey creature sat tending a fire proportionate to their size. They began to chat.

If they had spoken the local tongue they might have understood the conversation as:

“What do you have there, Art?” 

“Oh just some tasty morsels for tonight’s stew! Caught them scrambling about the edge of the moor, I did.”

“That one’s got a good bit of fat on him.” The second troll said, poking Deirdre with a thick grimy finger. 

Art yanked her back, sending Deirdre screeching anew. “Hands to yourself, Wildo. I found them. I’m cooking them up.”

“There’s plenty to share! With that one at least.”

“This one’s mine. You can have the skinny one.” He tossed Neil to Wildo, who fumbled the catch, much to Neil’s increasing distress.

Of course, Neil and Deirdre Brady couldn’t speak this language, and so they were left in a fright, with monstrous creatures tossing them about and speaking utter nonsense. Perhaps it was for the best. No one, of course, wants to know that they are about to be roasted alive for lunch.

-

Trolls were nothing to sniff at.

They raised such a horrid stink.

Glorfindel had been waiting just at the edge of the cave this lot was living in, having been drawn by the orange glow this side of the hill. A glow that bright in the middle of the night in the Trollshaws only meant one thing. And these trolls were too close to the main road not to be a nuisance to travelers. 

He’d been waiting because he had only counted one troll at the fire and they generally never lived alone if they could help it. It would be better to bag them both at once.

He was handsomely rewarded when the troll’s companion returned with dinner. 

A very loud dinner.

The screeching was warranted, but hard to listen to. Glorfindel winced. No time to waste!

He left Asfaloth where he was –there was no sense risking him with the trolls– and strode into the ring of light, Aurë flashing in his hands, and called out jovially:

“Ho, my friends! What a nice catch you have!” 

Both trolls froze and turned to look at the intruder. 

Glorfindel gave Aurë a whirl and then gripped the hilt with both hands. “Mind if I join you for dinner?” 

Before either Art or Wildo could decide how to react (trolls were, of course, rather slow creatures), Glorfindel raised his voice in a battle Song which forced both to drop their prizes and clutch their ears in horror. He sprinted toward them, Singing, and cut Art down with one long slice to his belly. Wildo recovered quicker, and grabbed the wicked-looking knife from his belt– which was about the size of Aurë– and waved it wildly in Glorfindel’s direction with a terrified shout.

Glorfindel neatly sidestepped each cut, parried, and then stabbed Wildo straight in the knee.

The troll howled in pain and sank to his knees. Glorfindel took the opportunity to plunge Aurë straight into the beast’s eye, right up to the hilt.

It took a bit of a yank to get the sword out again, which was tiresome. He had to put a boot to the creature’s skull to get enough leverage.

Panting, he cleaned Aurë and sheathed it, then turned and held out a gloved hand, glowing with golden light, to the woman first. 

“Right. I hope you are not terribly hurt. Nasty things, trolls.” 

-

(and later, the twins find the two boys in the forest and, after discovering that they speak no recognizable language, bring them to Rivendell to see if Elrond can figure out how to communicate with them)

The twins led the boys up to the house. It was buzzing with activity this time of day, elves going to-and-from the healing halls or the kitchen, some Dunedain guests milling about. They passed a group of hunters heading out for the diurnal prey that would be out soon. 

Elrohir would have liked to get the boys another meal before doing anything else, but it was best to figure out what language they were speaking first. They climbed the stairs to the second floor, then went out to the garden and passed Lindir, who greeted them with a bow.

“Ada’s in his study?” Elladan asked.

Lindir nodded. “I have just come from there.” His eyes fell to the boys with curiosity, and then flicked back up to the twins. 

“Uh…we’ll explain later. We really have to talk to him,” Elladan said again, and said goodbye and continued on past the courtyard to knock on the door to his father’s study and then went inside.

Elrond was indeed there, bent over some letters with Erestor at his side. Both of them looked over and Elrond straightened. He probably meant inquire after the hunt, but paused at once when he saw the boys.

Before the inevitable could be asked, Elrohir cut in: “We found them at the edge of the trollshaws alone and lost. No sign of any adults. Um– and I have no idea what language they’re speaking.”

“He tried everything,” Elladan added. “They don’t speak common. Elrohir even tried Khuzdul and Haradi but they recognized nothing.” 

Elrond held up a hand to still them both and slowly came over. The boys had dark hair and light eyes. If he didn’t know any better, he would think they were Elros’ kin. But if what Elladan and Elrohir said was true, then he couldn’t imagine how that could be. 

“The trollshaws?” From behind him, Erestor was incredulous. “What were they doing in the trollshaws? That is a long way from any Mannish settlement in the area.” 

“I imagine we shall find out if we talk to them,” Elrond said evenly. He wished to hear them speak, if only to take a stab at a language root. He sank down to their level (his height was hard to handle for some grown men, let alone two children), and then put a hand to his chest and introduced, “Elrond.” And gestured to the eldest. 

Torin kept his feet firmly planted on the floor, despite the way this man’s presence made him want to cower. He was tall - taller than any man Torin had ever met. His grey eyes looked old beyond his years and when he knelt to Finley’s level with those careful, gentle motions and that disarming tone, a profound sense of unease and acute distrust churned in Torin’s gut.

“Torin. We’re just looking for a phone.” He held his hand to his ear, fingers extended to pantomime it, and searched the man’s face for any sign of understanding. “Phone? Cell? Ring ring?”

Finley shrunk behind his brother. 

Elrond cocked his head. The gesture was completely unfamiliar. The language…he supposed he didn’t have enough information to discern a root, though if he had to guess it might be Rohirric in nature. 

The three questions in quick succession were clearly an attempt at some sort of clarification. Synonyms. But unfortunately he hadn’t the faintest idea of what any of it meant.

He glanced up at the twins, who looked baffled, and then sat back on his haunches and decided on: “Well met, Torin. I am afraid I don’t know how to help you,” because regardless of whether or not they understood each other, he was still going to give him the respect of speaking to him. “But I promise I will do my best to find how.” 

“You don’t know what they’re speaking?” Elladan was astounded.

“Unfortunately I do not. It is a puzzle,” Elrond replied back. 

The only thing Torin understood out of all that was his name. It was swiftly become clear they either had no idea what a phone was, or simply didn’t have any here and were trying to explain that. 

“Fuck,” he said, guessing that was as gibberish to them as anything else in English. If he hadn’t left his damn phone charging in his room they wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Okay, uh, Plan B,” he said, not even bothering to whisper. They couldn’t understand what he was saying to his brother anyway. “We’re gonna get some more food and figure out where the hell we are, and then figure out the real Plan B.”

Finley nodded mutely.

Torin took out the little wrapped bread from earlier and held it up, pointing to it. “Food?” 

At that, Elrond lit up into a warm smile. It was an easily understood question.

“That was going to be my next suggestion, in fact. Food,” he repeated the unfamiliar word. “Yes.” 

The letters were entirely forgotten with his attention entirely diverted onto this new puzzle. Erestor let out a long-suffering sigh and gathered them up into a neat stack. Elrond stood and started for the door beckoning. 

“I’ll go get them something,” Elladan said, heading down to the kitchen. “Terrace?”

Elrond hummed in assent, and started up the walkway to the third floor, Elrohir following behind. 

-

Elrond led them back downstairs, all the way to the first floor of the library. He waved to Iûldis as they passed her desk on their way in. She paid him a polite nod of her head. Elrond led them through the rows of books until they came to the selection of maps. He took one down and rolled it out on the nearest table large enough to accommodate it, took a moment to orient himself, and then pointed to Rivendell.

“We’re here. Rivendell.” He then traced over the mountains to: “Dale,” then downward, “Rohan,” further south. “Gondor. Minas Tirith.” And finally, back over the mountains, being sure to trace slowly all the way west. “Bree.” Then, “Ered Luin.” 

Torin may not have been a geography whiz, but he knew a map of world and knew this sure as hell wasn’t it. 

“Are you fucking joking?” Torin shook his head. “You don’t even have a real map. That’s grand. Fantastic. Fuck!” He grabbed the map and threw it off the table like the useless piece of garbage it was.

Finley flinched and shrunk back, worrying at his sleeves, stiff with shoulder hunched up to his ears. 

Torin pointed an angry finger at Elrond. “Tell us where the hell we are!”

“Riv–” Finley tried to say Rivendell. He’d picked up that much. Not that he knew where or what Rivendell was, but it was where they were. The word couldn’t form. It tangled up in his mouth. “Ri–”  Rivendell. Rivendell. Rivendell. It was right there caught in his throat behind a lump of anxiety.

Elrond took the outburst in stride. He watched the map drift to the floor, and then returned his attention to Torin.  Iûldis had crept over at the commotion and was leaning around to glare at them all disapprovingly from around the bookcase. He shot her an apologetic smile and bent to retrieve the map. Thankfully, it was not damaged.

He rolled it up and reshelved it.

“Rivendell,” he repeated, because the question was clear and Torin’s little brother’s answer was also predictable. “That is where you are. And if you dislike the map we can look at others, but I am not sure if they will be of any use to you.”

He had begun to radiate a gentle flow of calm through the floor, if only because he could feel how fast the little one’s heartbeat was. It also may help keep the surrounding books intact. 

Torin couldn’t pinpoint how, but he got the sense Elrond was trying to calm him down and that only put him further on edge. “ Ireland. Europe. British Isles. Dublin. Any of that mean anything to you?!” 

He couldn’t tell if this was an elaborate act of if they really were that disconnected from society. For concerning recent events, the cosmic phenomenon they experienced yesterday had nothing on the presence of these pointy-eared bastards.

-

Elladan and Elrohir decided to go upstairs and get some sleep. They had slept little on their hunt, especially the night before, and it was beginning to catch up with them. On their way in, though, they stopped to check on the boys. 

“Torin screamed at Ada,” Elladan muttered with a laugh. “Everyone’s talking about it.”

Elrohir’s eyes grew wide. “He’s lucky Erestor wasn’t there. He would have put him over his knee. Ai, I can still remember the first and last time I ever did that.” 

Erestor had never done anything of the sort, of course, but the scathing disapproval had hurt just as much. He’d been in the room at the time. Ada had simply taken it in stride, asked him if he was finished, and then sent him to study a corner of the nursery for three hours. The boredom had been another kind of pain.

-

(Glorfindel arrives with Neil and Deidre, and they go to "reunite" with the boys but uhhhhh it does not go well... partially due to the language barrier but also due to the shitty family dynamic which the elves have no way of knowing about)

Celebrían led the boys upstairs. Elrond and Glorfindel came in before they could make it all the way to the terrace, meeting them in the hall. They had to sorely bedraggled adults with them who, Celebrían guessed, looked quite a lot like both boys. 

“Glorfindel! It’s good to see you back!” she shot him a bright smile.

Glorfindel’s smile that he gave her in return was radiant as ever. “It’s good to be back.” 

Torin froze. His body went stiff and he planted his feet. No. No, no no.

There were their parents, tired, with muddy clothes and tired eyes. Relief washed over their faces at the sight of him, but Torin didn’t share the sentiment. He knew it was a lie.

“Torin!” His mum went to hug him and he shrugged her off. His dad placed a hand on his shoulder and he stiffened. 

“We’ve been looking for you for over a day. We were worried sick.” 

“Yeah I’ll bet you were,” Torin grumbled. 

“Where’s your brother?” The concern carried a nearly imperceptible edge.

Torin looked to his side. Finley was gone. Fuck. His eyes turned to his dad’s with a sharp glare. “What do you care?”

Neil sighed, like dealing with a petulant child, and tried to ask after Finley. “The smaller one? Finley?” He indicated the height, hoping one of the strangers (and they truly were strange) could help.

No one knew what to make of the strange encounter. This was not how they had expected it to go. Torin did not look glad to see his parents. Elrond began to wonder if it had not been an accident that they had been separated. 

So focused were they all on the conversation that it came as a terrible surprise when Torin’s father (whom Glorfindel had introduced as Neil) asked about Finley. Before Elrond could register what he meant, Celebrían frowned, looking around. 

“He was just here–”

Ah. Finley was the little one. And he had gone missing in a matter of seconds. Elrond’s heart jumped. He craned his neck. Sure enough, Finley was nowhere in sight.

He shot Neil an apologetic smile and said, “I will look for him. Celebrían, could you have Lindir make up a room?” 

A little shaken, Celebrían nodded. She couldn’t imagine how Finley had been so quiet, nor so quick, that no one had noticed him disappear. 

Elrond set off. Glorfindel took it upon himself to introduce: “Lady Celebrían, this is Neil, and his fucking cunt Deidre.” He said it cheerily, gesturing between the two of them, looking very proud of himself for picking up on the word for spouse from all of their bickering. 

Celebrían shot them a smile and touched her hand to her chest and inclined her head. “Well met. Celebrían,” she introduced herself. 

Deirdre, however, squawked in offense and, before Neil could stop her, slapped Glorfindel. “How dare you!” 

“Deirdre!” He reached her a moment too late. 

“You heard what he called me!” 

“You really think he knows what that means?”

“Well– Well then it’s your fault! He must have picked it up from you!”

Meanwhile, Torin burst into laughter the moment Glorfindel said it. “No, no.” He gave a thumbs up to Glorfindel and pointed to his mum, still laughing. “His fucking cunt.”

“WIFE! I’m his wife!” Deirdre screeched. 

“Torin.” Neil shot him a warning glare, but then those eyes flicked around their company. 

Torin, knowing his dad couldn’t do shit in public, just shrugged and gave him a shit-eating grin. “You said it first.”

Glorfindel was so surprised by this entire thing that he froze. Celebrían’s eyebrows rose. She put her hands on her hips, ready to lash out at Deidre despite her being a guest because they most certainly did not allow anyone to strike anyone in her house– but at Torin’s reaction and Deidre’s apparently correction, the situation became clear.

“Glorfindel– I think that doesn’t mean what you think it means,” she said slowly.

Glorfindel looked between Torin, Celebrían, Neil, and Deidre. “He called her that the whole time!” 

“Maybe they don’t get along as well as you thought,”  Celebrían said with a thin, albeit amused, smile. 

Glorfindel blushed and ducked his head in Deidre’s direction. “I misunderstood. My deepest apologies.” 

Deirdre huffed, but accepted what she hoped was an apology. “Does anyone here speak English?” she demanded. 

“Nope,” Torin said. “No English. No phones. No maps. We’re fucking stranded with these weirdos in this godforsaken larping compound.”

-

(one last little snippet here, after Finley bolts to get away from his parents, Elrond goes off to find him).

Elrond set off from the group. When he turned the corner in the hall, he stopped, shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and blocked everything out to attune to the floor beneath his feet. 

Sure enough, it was faint, but there was a tiny heartbeat some distance away, racing at breakneck speed. 

He followed it down to the second floor, past the rows and rows of guest rooms, hardly saying hello to anyone as he passed them. It grew stronger and stronger until he came to his study. The corners of his mouth twitched. Silently, he slipped in and padded over. The source of the heartbeat came from behind his desk. 

If Finley’s first reaction upon seeing his parents was to hide, that was a bad sign. Torin had, really, reacted no better. Elrond was in no hurry to return Finley to them at present. More than likely it was only out of anxiety that they would be angry with him for running off, or getting lost, or any number of things. But this was such a strong reaction that Elrond worried it might be something more than that.

He sank down to the floor to sit on the other side of his desk, resting his back against it and reclining. 

“Finley, is it?” 

He was glad that he finally knew the little one’s name. He kept his voice soft, hardly above a whisper, and began to radiate a gentle pool of calm, hoping that Finley might come out on his own. 

Finley wasn’t sure how he got here, or where here even was. His arms wrapped around his knees, squeezing so, so tight; he felt he might crumble into a million little pieces if he let go. He couldn’t stop shaking, his head was spinning, his chest wound tight, and he could barely breathe. 

I shouldn’t have run. I shouldn’t have run. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry. 

The words filled his thoughts to the brim like swelling pressure against a frail dam. The door opened. His whimpers silenced and he pressed against the corner of the wood. 

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Go away. Please go away. Please don’t–

The footsteps stopped on the other side of the wood. A pause, then a voice. That wasn’t his dad. He felt like he should know who it was, but couldn’t remember through the screaming mess in his head. Whoever it was, he had a gentle voice. Finley felt the air come back into his lungs. Tears sprung from his eyes. 

He opened his mouth, but not words would come out. They all tangled up in his clenching chest.

It was quiet for a long time, save only for the sound of Finley’s still-racing heart, his sniffling, and the little sounds of distress he was making every so often. Panic. Elrond’s chest twisted. He briefly considered going to fetch Torin, but that might mean alerting Finley’s parents that he had been found. He had no intention of doing so until Finley was calm and they had a chance to…

…what, talk? They couldn’t. Elrond bit the inside of his cheek, frustrated. He squashed the feeling as soon as it rose before it could bleed out of him.

Finley neither spoke nor came out from under the desk, though his heart did slow somewhat. Elrond fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully reached behind him to set it at the corner of the desk, within reach without forcing Finley to come out before he was ready.

After another long stretch, an idea occurred to him. It was risky– especially in the state Finley was in– but there was a chance they might be able to communicate.

Tentatively, with the upmost care to be gentle, Elrond reached out and brushed Finley’s whirring, anxious mind with his own. 

‘I am not here to make you come out,’ he told him, hoping that at least something would be intelligible, ‘don’t fret.’

The voice, or… impression of a voice, was warm. It felt the same as the calming presence that had begun to ease his fear. Not banish it, but lessen it at least. What he imagining things? He figured he must be. His dad said his grandma used to hear things that weren’t there. 

Whatever he was, a real or not, Finley’s thoughts tumbled back to him.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run away. I just got really scared. I don’t know where I am or if Torin’s okay. He was probably so mad and it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have run away. I’m sorry.’

The response was remarkably clear, for all its rushing current of fear which choked the words. Elrond let out a relieved breath.

‘Torin is well. He is safe,’ he told him at once. ‘And to my knowledge no one is angry with you. Only worried.’ 

Finley buried his face in his knees and pulled them closer to his chest, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. ‘No. No he’s angry. He’s really really angry and it’s my fault. It’s my fault because I ran away and now he’s gonna hurt Torin and it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have run away or hid the rings or taken the rings or anything. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!’ 

“I’m– I– I– I’m s–” the words stumbled weakly out of his mouth. “‘m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Elrond shifted, rounding the desk to settle down once more a fair distance away, within Finley’s line of sight, but neither blocking his exits nor forcing either of them to look directly at each other. 

‘No one will hurt Torin in my house. I will not let them,’ he replied back, firm and steadfast, but still gentle and warm. ‘is it your father that scares you so much, tithen pen?’ 

Finley didn’t look up when he moved around the desk. He kept his face buried in his knees, but nodded, just a little. 

‘He was really angry, ‘cause I took something I wasn’t supposed to and now we’re here and it’s my fault.’

Elrond tilted his head, still radiating that flow of calm and relieved beyond words that this was working. 

‘predicaments so unfortunate and tangled as this are hardly ever any one person’s fault, let alone someone so small as you. And in any case I am certain you did not intend to cause harm. And a second I promise: I will not let anyone hurt your brother. Neither will I let anyone hurt you. No matter how angry they might be.’ 

Finley couldn’t say why he believed him, but he did. He was just one of those people who made you feel safe. Finley was scared to look up, because he wanted so badly for him to be real, but was so scared he wasn’t. 

It took a few minutes to muster up the courage to lift his head and open his eyes. 

There, sitting on the floor, was Elrond.

He was warm like summer and had a presence so much bigger than Finley’s dad, but so much kinder. 

--

anyway, that's the gist! I know that's quite bit more than a "line or two" but this will likely never go up anywhere, since we don't plan on finishing it. It's a fun idea, but we wound up doing a similar thing with the same characters a little to the left, and we like that better.

[pi-romantic-artdump]

9/7/18

just wanted to put them side-by-side.......... lov my prospit kids

[skullforbrains]

Hello, you railroad nail, so sharp, so rusty and red 

Hello, you sledgehammer, implanting it into my head

I haven’t drawn Pedawa in awhile and I still love them so here they are. With a big ol screw in their head. Inspired by the song Matches And Nails by Lemon Demon!

[k1ll3r-k4rg0]

Hi y'all welcome to my fucking blog. Here there be hairy gay men of the homestuck fantroll variety, serial killer / murder ocs, and Blue People (avatar Navi). i'm relatively approachable!

I'm Mal, Cargo, or Kip, 22, tranny fag. I follow from @theymakemedreamyourdreams !

NOTE! i remade! my old blog for personal thoughts, vents, oc related reblogs, inspo reblogs, and friend art reblogs is @k4rg0-f1l3z​

this is my NEW blog for oc art, answered oc asks, and oc thoughts.

NOTE 2!!! you cannot dm this account or @k4rg0-f1l3z​​ because they are group accounts. Please dm @theymakemedreamyourdreams​!!!

18+ ONLY, minors will be SHOT. I post gore, violence, and suggestive stuff.

Ask box is always open unless otherwise noted! I usually always have muse for Jay, Warren, and Ryfraf. (Sometimes Derek, Elliot, and Cody)

Current Muses: Quinn, warren, mars

Character Select: Field Guide type thing with my main muses!

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If ya don’t post yer fucking AGE IN YER BLOG IM FUCKING BLOCKING YOU.

5/5 COMS OPEN HERE (need to pay bills)

If you're a communist you're stupid and I'd rather you not talk to me.

@kittyteefies is my beloved bestie n the only guy that will always truly matter most to me, and @castle-doctrine is my crackhead uncle and therefore family also.

Tags and Mun Info under cut! also. a Collection of blinkies n co. bewarb

thank you and have a nice stay : 3

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OC Art Tags: #ocname.png

Talk Tag: #k1ll3rth0tz

Nsfw/suggestive tag: #d1ck.and.stuff and #suggestive

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I'm a horror thriller and wretched Americana screenwriter and threat assessment / mass sh00ting prevention research psychologist. My fave movie is Fargo, love Nine Inch Nails (The Fragile is the best album), Muse, MCR, Linkin Park, Rammstein, Calexico, Brown Bird, and Amigo the Devil among others. Fave books are American Gods by Neil Gaiman, We Need to Talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver, Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy, and maybe Pet Sematary by Stephen King. My troll space sci-fi shit is largely inspired by the tv show The Expanse.

^^^this entire paragraph and my interests pretty much sum up my entire personality

ALSO! i’m aro so i’ll do fwb ships and just really really close besties ships with quad flavors but i dont really care for ... romantic relationships at all.

p.s. penis blog is here: @the-nut-r00m simply places it in my pinned idc you shouldn’t even be here if you’re FIVE (a minor.)

p.p.s.

[dailythranduilproject]

Username(s) we can find you under: 

TheMirkyKing - @themirkyking

> What Media do you create?  

Writing, Drawings-pencil and occasional colored pencils/pens, and some edits.

> Where can we find your work?  

A03 and tumblr .  I have a DeviantArt account(under different name) but that is just to look at all the wonderful art out there.

> What would you say you are best known for in the fandom?  

Umm…not really sure as I don’t think many know me…I would have to say for my writing??  LOL

> Do you have a favorite pairing?  

Too many! But my true love is Barduil, then Thrandolas.  Thranduil and Elrond, Sigrid and Legolas (Looking right at @Moonofmorrigan for sucking me into that one!)  And Elrohir and Ela (OC of @damnitbarduil)

> What other fandoms are you part of?  

Yuri on Ice, Avatar the Last Airbender, Game of Thrones, more as a spectator.

> Any advice/words for others in the fandom?  

Don’t shame/troll/hate anon others for what they enjoy, write and create.  There is enough ugliness out there, don’t add to it.  I know it sounds Pollyanna, if you don’t have anything good to say then say nothing- there is REAL person on the other end.  Creative criticism is fine, as is disagreeing with someone, but do it in a constructive way. And if you are thinking that your writing, art or anything sucks, so what?  If you enjoy doing it then do it.  We all have different skill levels and talents- explore them and grow.  Have someone you chat with read or look at them and get their feedback- most people are their worse critic’s, so get that other opinion! Respect others works-no stealing- everyone deserves their work credited! HAVE FUN!  There are so many wonderful people out there, ready to share their joy of this fandom.  :D

PERSONAL > Favorite color?  

Not fair, I like almost all colors but I would have to say greens and blues draw me.

> Favorite Book? 

Really unfair!  So many books have a special place in my heart.  Two Towers- J.R.R. Tolkien; American Gods-Neil Gaiman; All Creatures Great and Small- James Herriott;  Dragonsinger- Anne McCaffrey; Dune- Frank Herbert.  Just a few ;)

> Favorite movie?  

Again- So hard to single out one so here are some of my faves- Singing in the Rain; Spanglish; Howl’s Moving Castle; The Secret World of Arrietty; To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar; Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World.

> Do you have a pet peeve? 

Aside from the usual; rudeness, ignorance, intolerance; it’s people who chew their mouths open-shudder!  (Only children are forgiven…barely.)

> What country are you from?  

United States

> Who do you think you might have been in a past life? 

Depends on what time period, but some sort of household staff member- like maid or kitchen help.  Or a squirrel…yeah, probably a squirrel.

>What do you like to do in your spare time other than create the media you work on?  

I enjoy cross stitching, gardening and reading.

>When did you join the fandom?

I have been a Tolkien fan since I was 10 but didn’t really join in the fandom stuff till 2015.

Followers Questions

@mewardy:

1- How long have you been writing?  

I have always enjoyed writing, my mom still has stuff I wrote in elementary school (so embarrassing), but didn’t really start writing and posting after I discovered A03 and Tumblr.  It was great knowing that there was a place to share my stuff.

2 -Why fantasy - especially Thranduil?  

I have always been drawn to fantasy/sci-fi.  I find it more freeing- the options are limitless.  While I usually write modern AU’s there is still an element of fantasy.  Thranduil just drew me in. I liked Legolas in LOTR, but nothing like Thranduil.  While I didn’t really like PJ’s vision for Thranduil, I did love Lee Pace’s portrayal of the Elven King.  For me, Thranduil sparked my imagination- he comes off as cold and arrogant.  He is, but there was more to him, just hiding it.  That is what I enjoy.  Exploring his private life.  He allows for so many different versions and I love writing him and reading how others see him.

3 -Where are you from?  

United States- Seattle.

@sweetfairy1:

1 - How did you develop your super cute drawing style?  

First off- thank you!  I like Chibi styles so I kind of base my stuff off that style.  A mix of Chibi/Shojo??  I think of my stuff as cartoonish.

2 - When you drew Thranduil and/or Bard the first time, did they look similar than they do now?  

My first drawing was Thranduil, and I think they look similar, just a few changes.  And it really depends on what I am trying to draw.  Some I do just as portrait drawings, then the cartoon type and every so often, I try for the more realistic style, as in Manga style-lol

@eldritchmage:

1 - I enjoy your artwork very much, so would like to know how long you have been drawing?  

You are so sweet!  I have been doodling and drawing since I was a kid, nothing serious, I only took a calligraphy class in school and then one art class in college.  I keep thinking of going for more formal learning cause I would like to have a stronger skill set then I have now.

2 - What prompted you to start?  Drawing Bard and Thranduil??  

I saw a chibi Thranduil and I loved it.  Thought, hmmm…lets see how mine would look.  That was it, now I have notebooks, scraps of paper, sketchbooks filled with them.

3 - Do you have other favorite subjects as well as Thranduil and Bard?  

I usually just draw random figures.  I tend to do portrait, and I struggle with full figure- my other half is always at me about drawing whole figures, especially the feet!  And not to draw on lined paper!  LOL

4 - Also, how did you come to develop your distinctive style?  

I really like Manga so that is a big influence.  Then the usual culprits of seeing other artist styles, animated films and such, then wanting to incorporate and explore it in my own fashion.

@bellevox:

1 - Can you tell us about your family and your country?  

I have two older siblings, a sister and brother, but I was the surprise baby so I pretty was ignored by them, unless they needed a punching bag-lol.  My parents are still feisty and active at 80 plus.  I have been cohabitating with my wonderful mate for 23 years, one day he will make an honest woman out of me ;) I was born in the United States, currently live here, but lived in Australia for 2 years- enjoyed it very much.   I like to travel when I can, work permitting.  Over all, I live a pretty quite life, enjoying time with family, going to good breweries and playing games, nothing too exciting. :D

@moonofmorrigan:

1 - What do you consider to be the most challenging thing to write? (Like angst, fluff, etc.)  

ANGST!  I love reading some good angst but I find that the hardest to write.  There is a fine line with it and I just don’t know if I have the skills!

2 -We've worked on a couple of writing projects together. What is your favorite part so far of our current story?  

What I enjoy most with writing with you is the unexpected turns that the story takes.  How I will have a whole course of action planned for Bard and then- WHAM- Thranduil goes in a direction that surprises Bard and now a new course needs to be followed.  I just love that!   Case in point- when Thranduil fell ill and almost died…. I loved the mystical elements that took place.  Of course I would be lying if I said I didn’t like the more nsfw moments, cause those are a lot of fun!

3 - What kind of stories would you like to see more of in the fandom?  

I would love to see more Sci-Fi Au’s.  I am a sucker for elves in space!

@floranocturna:

1 - what is your dream destination to travel?  

Lord, everywhere!  I would really love to be able to travel the world, spend months at a time in a country, getting to know the area and people.  Nothing fancy, just kicking around and seeing more then just the “famous cities”.

2 - If you could change one thing about Thranduil's outfit, what would it be?  

My least favorite of his was that robe he wore in his private chambers!  It was so shapeless, like some frumpy housecoat!  I would have loved to see him dressed in the greens and browns, like how I imagine him before he became King.

3 - Are you an organised writer or do you just write and sit down when the inspiration strikes?  

Soooooo disorganized!  Inspiration with hints of structure.  My notebooks are a mess with hastily written stuff!  Arrows and bullet points everywhere, change this, add that, oh here- he says this!  And my crazy short hand- even I sometimes puzzle over it!

Thank you Mirky, for this great interview.

[terekusart]

Character Dump

I’ve decided to dump the names of all our ocs just so I have a place to look back for reference. Long list of ocs under the cut. You’ve been warned.

Naruto: 

Aisu Yuki Amayako Akane Sarutobi Bitoru Aburame Buki Murosaki Bumi Kuraudo Emikyo Akahana Habisa Hyuuga Haruto Hyuuga Hayate Hyuuga Hideyoshi Hyuuga Hikaru Uchiha Himitsu Akasuna Hygaya Hyuuga Jinsei Shibito  Kakigetsu Hozuki Karasa Uchiha Kasai Uchiha Katsuo Hyuuga Kenko Haruno Kenshi Inuzuka Kichiro Uchiha Kuroku Nara Maigetsu Hozuki Manami Yuki Misaki Mitsuko Otusutsuki Mozukai Senju Naomi Aburame Renko Uzumaki Ryuunosuke Yudoku Sachiko Uchiha Sakkaku Uchiha Sanzu Aian Senpu Suton Chikyu Takai Yuurei Tamangetsu Hozuki Tsukiya Yamanaka Unmei Shibito Yoichi Senju Yuudai Inuzuka Trolls: Aegaeo Minerv Aeolus Anemos Agappi Evalvec Agrius Terako Anapoi Aretis Aragoi Pragoi Arouto Deknee Arkadi Galaka Andros Maximm Acculi Treang Apollio Vitori Artisi Paetra Aurelo Partas Arctur Wolven Apisai Muscae Aragoi Pragon Aurore Lariat Biggad Bawolf Baerak Orsino Chengi Zhenxi Chryso Klimak Corsei Dublon Calixi Baccus Circei Elypsu Caille Mantea Chromo Mimmie Celesi Gliese Coruva Ravena Crucis Sulixx Copakk Abanna Cruxis Caelum Cettis Delphi Genera Dachou Makkai Duchex Mornak Demuse Lulabi Denkei Nengyu Diplos Vitaos Detaki Olisti Detake Anoito Dinyma Enegia Enekos Anagoz Ekatom Vepios Enatos Simeio Evodmo Typhan Epislo Lunari Eukari Prozoa Éclair Xylene Fenghu Shijia Fordxo Gunaim Faerin Titani Gretta Dougge Gilade Mokodo Huziwa Fengha Hirull Darmor Hudnch Jagger Heptag Caputi Horaes Chroni Heleni Athena Hyrull Xirudo Hegaka Zarpun Igetis Genesi Irisui Homoda Isocel Obtuss Ihinto Yannin Indoke Appitu Jakalo Lapine Kympla Kawata Kapito Shigma Kinisi Amniso Kinshi Auraki Kanbae Faoran Korein Sehime Kalist Maeris Kudagi Tsunne Karont Estige Kaitsi Evdenn Limnis Daemon Lethus Lariat Litzia Regina Leando Deveti Lessah Dougge Lyncid Eyacus Matika Kyklos Magina Telosi Mimeru Klonni Mylito Ponieh Marett Poupee Mayann Akonda Moritu Hemaes Mahima Himahi Minori Lileon Marqui Roygal Miso Paetit Norato Akobra Niatst Ihsami Ogodos Aracni Omikro Asteri Oudeis Kenosi Owleyn Hatake Oedett Odille Omicro Thetis Pachuo Teicho Phinus Delfus Pavula Leqqis Phaest Pyrole Pulmos Aerian Regmus Faewyn Reggma Domini Sakuru Kurosu Sakari Naclet Soffie Madine Sedesi Louixe Sashim Wasabb Splata Tatoon Serena Depace Showni Sextap Stenel Rostris Tryton Hymnum Trigno Tessra Trycha Logico Tridon Fooguu Tasuke Nahte Tihses Horshi Tiosam Wenedu Tabula Jayama Vivine Artoir Voluta Arkite Wellow Daimon Yasasi Kyogin Yarrne Bukani Homestuck Humans:

Alex Diego Devin Ghouleye Ethan DeGuise Lukas Quintans Luka Shiroji Lucas 

Gems:

Aqua Aura Quartz Aquamarine x2 Atlantisite Azure Diamond Azurite Azure Pearl Bloodstone Botswana Pink Agate Black Diamond Burmese Ruby Black Pearl Black Star Sapphire Cat’s Eye Carnelian Coral Chalcedony Chariote Danburite Dogtooth Amethyst Howlite Honey Calcite Heliodot Iris Agate Iolite Jet Jade Jadeite Kyanite Lilac Diamond Labradorite Lava Stone Lilac Pearl Lilac Spinel Lilac Zircon Moonstone Marble Matte Lilac Pearl Matte Blue Pearl Mint Diamond Mystic Quartz Mint Pearl Nephrite Obsidian Peach Pearl Peridot Pink Bismuth Pyrope Red Beryl Rose Sapphire Rubelite Rainbow Obsidian Red Diamond Sunstone Seraphinite Scarlet Pearl Silver Leaf Jasper Sodalite Starlight Diamond Turquoise Taafeite Tahitian Pearl Winza Sapphire Zircon

 DC Heroes

Animorph (Grimsley Logan) Beclops Burshido Blackstar Black Lynx (Thomas Kyle)   Eclipser Fangmoth (Morgan Walker)   Fellwing Hellbeast (Griffin Logan) Hex Lyrebow (Neil Queen) Mikael Al Ghul Mandrake (Willow ‘Rose’ Isley)    Mystery Maestro (Quade Nygma) Masamune (Haruki Yamashiro) Ma’att Kent Nightstar (Dainn Grayson) Oceanus (Noah Marius) Psid (Sidney Jones)   Quake (Alan Dorrance)   Rook (Dylan Grayson) Shredder Wolfsbane (Alexander ‘Xander’ Shirogane Maro) Zatanrak Grayson Fire Emblem Abelard Eiskanader Kainus Orion Pyre  Rion Willow Yuuta Slime

Ink

Misc.

Paul Marcus Klein Iris Yameki Scailean Gan Kean Malugack Mischief Chrysos Magante Whilhelm ‘Will’ Schnee Onyx Musaied Kiyoshi Shirogane Silber Argentum Mauve Magante Niniane Belladonna Haruto Himura Eldora Dreyar Shu Yan./Susan Yates Kenshin Ayumu Ryuu Shichirou Toshaka Cobalt Zaffre Lie Zedong Daichi

[warrioroflondonbelow]

3, 4, 5, 13, 15, 16, 17, 19, 20

20 asks for OC writers: ACCEPTING

II @cloningfailure

3. Tell us something about the world/universe in which your muse lives:

//According to Neil Gaiman, London Below and Above are divided by time, however now and again people can fall into pockets of London Below, thus seizing to exist entirely from London Above all at once.//

4. What’s your favourite headcanon about your muse?:

//One of my favourite canons from Neverwhere is that people thought Richard collected those Trolls dolls, so coworkers and friends just kinda sent him random Trolls dolls to decorate his desk with. In reality, Richard just accidentally came across a discarded Trolls doll when walking to work and just put it down on his desk not knowing what to do with it, but people read it as an endearing quirk and there we go.//

13. If your muse were the main character in a movie/book/show/game/…, what would it be called? What would it be about?:

//Well, Richard already was one of the main protagonists in Neverwhere so…//

15. Share a random headcanon about your muse!:

//During his uni days he worked as a waiter and bartender. Up do this days he still knows how to mix a good cocktail or two.//

16. Is your muse religious?:

//Not really. Richard was raised a Catholic, but albeit not a very good one. He doesn’t go to church, and has practically forgotten mostly everything he’s read in the Bible. However, now and again, if faced with a problem so big, he may silently pray.//

17. What is something about your muse’s background story that you’ve always wanted to have a thread about?:

//Well in the book, Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman never really touched on Richard’s backstory (I.E: His family. Where he came from. His years growing up. Wether he went to uni or not. Etc.) Basically, I guess it would be nice to canonically know more about Richard’s past.//

19.List some of your muse’s favourites! (eg. food, movie, book, song, drink, place, celeb, etc.):

//Hmm let’s see… Well one of his favourite foods is curry. Some of his favourite films are Indiana Jones, Back To The Future, and Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid. And two of his favourite drinks, besides water, would have to be Bailey’s and Scotch (not together though, haha).//

20. This or that according to your muse: morning or evening? Marvel or DC? Mayonnaise or ketchup? Books or movies? Red or blue? Black or white? Halloween or Christmas?:

//Evening. DC. Ketchup. Movies. Blue. White. Christmas ^^//