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Thanks for the support guys! Here you have a lil’ batch, soon I’ll publish the others too! I got ill (again! Universe, WTF) and my head is so dizzy I can’t find something clever to say ><’’’ Hope you’ll enjoy, if you have questions, feel free to ask <3

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Coming Soon - a Limited Edition of LOTR Legolas inspired perfume, including 5 greenleaf pendants, will be featured with a release of the perfume.

Ethereal notes of smooth, pale musk and warm golden amber are blended with the ageless beauty of climbing ivy, crisp water mint, earthy vetiver, soft leather, creamy sandalwood, and night-blooming frangipani blossoms.

This fragrance captures an indescribable feeling of timeless grace and sophistication, with a fresh yet earthy accord that is suitable for men and women.

I was told doing studies of classical paintings is good practice. So I started doing that and then things took a turn…

Here is unofficial “official” potraiture of The House of de Rolo. I think it’s about time I drew my favorite member of Vox Machina… Trinket! Featured here with his mom and step-dad, Vex’ahlia and Percival de Rolo.

I’ll post close-ups later along with the original paintings I referenced. For now I’m on a time crunch. EDIT: The close-ups are here.

Consider a fantasy story where, as often seems to happen in this genre, a young human is pulled from their world into a world of magic and elves and wizards and prophecies.

But this happens just about every other Tuesday in this world because the resident soothsayer is a little trigger-happy and is spouting off prophecies left and right. So there’s been an influx of teenaged humans without adult supervision and the reigning queen had to set up an investigative bureau and a complaints department just to deal with this problem.


So our human protagonist finds themselves in a dark spooky forest, stuck in some kind of ewok-style trap. Along comes a bearded elf (don’t tease him about the beard, he’s trying to make a good impression on the dwarf lady in charge of his department) who looks up at the net, sighs, and out comes the paperwork.


“If you wouldn’t mind, please state your name, age, and how you came to this realm.”


“How what now?”


“What was it? Wardrobe? Magic portal? Dragged under the bed by trolls?”


“Um…I just woke up here?” They mumble, confused.


“Alrighty,” the elf flips a few pages. “We’ll just skip to section D then. Any inherent magic? Any strange inheritances received lately?”


“No?” The protagonist leans on the net. “I mean, my former roommate gave me their old David Bowie CD collection, but I don’t think that counts.”


The elf nods once or twice, hard to tell if he’s listening or not, and pencils a few things in. “Alright, we’re almost done with the preliminary stuff, then we can get you out of there and down to the Bureau so we can get you home. Current status of parents or parental figures?”


The protagonist cringes. “Um…not applicable, I guess.”


“Oh dear. And your age again is-?”


“Er…fourteen?”


At this the elf sighs. “Oh no, not another one. Some days I’d like to shake some sense into that soothsayer, really, I would. I swear I am this close to setting myself up as the next evil wizard around here just so I can keep some of these would-be heroes out of trouble.”


He then flings his pencil, sharp as a knife, and down comes the net with Protagonist inside. The elf helps them to their feet and brushes the leaves off their shoulders.

“Alright then, you,” he grumbles, “Lets get you down to the Bureau with the other three prophecy-kids who turned up this week.”

He has so much paperwork to do now.

Here’s something that will weird you out: The guy on the far right is a dwarf.

In Norse mythology there are two, possibly three, types of elves. Light elves, shadow elves (but not always), and dark elves. There’s no indication that any of them were good or evil, and it seems like they simply got their names from their shade and/or whether they could be in sunlight.

Dwarfs in the old texts aren’t much different from elves. They are described as being regular height, have pale skin, black hair and live underground because sunlight kills them. They’re great craftsmen, and can create not just magical weapons that kill every time they are swung, but also life of flesh and blood. What really sets them apart from elves is that they don’t have any women. They reproduce asexually by magically crafting more dwarfs (again, perfectly biological beings of flesh and blood). They are however not sexless as one story involves Freya sleeping with four of them.

This isn’t something I’ve stuck to in my own mythology art, but I thought it’d be fun for you to know.

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They followed him as he stepped lightly up the grass-clad slopes. Though he walked and breathed, and about him living leaves and flowers were stirred by the same cool wind as fanned his face, Frodo felt that he was in a timeless land that did not fade or change or fall into forgetfulness. When he had gone and passed again into the outer world, still Frodo the wanderer from the Shire would walk there, upon the grass among elanor and niphredil in fair Lothlórien.

i love my gay disaster bby Farran ‘,a,’

he tripped 2 seconds into his introduction

finger guns

he’s trying

please

stop hurting my kid part 1

nooooooooooooooooooooo

:(

gay

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

lol

HERE CRONAN, TRY MY NUT BREAD

I’m sorry, the end

a bitch screamed in rage here

how dare

plants!!!

pure child!!! bless!!! just wants to carefully grow his smol green bbs! 

i cry

he’s just trying to grow his plants in peace leave him alone!!!!!! :(

stop hurting my kids part 2

we all know where this was going:

to cut to the chase:

yup

lol

some…

…body once told me

srgergejl;gjwoegh

my baby listening to music in peace

i love him :)

this face

he has no sense of priorities

me

i cry


I drew Farran!!! Check it out!