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I was thinking of posting this at a later date, but I really couldn't wait longer. I'm truly so proud of this. A lot of work went into this.
I am very, very happy with how this turned out. I really can't put it into words how good it feels to see this complete and all put together like in the last image. I did use Genshin skill icons for the eidolon icons, I was a little lazy and tired. Wanderer moe is a life saver, thank you for existing <3
Anyhow, I may post some rambles about the names I chose for each eidolon since I really tried to tie it all nicely with her lore and overall character. But one thing I do have to point out now, did you notice her E3?.. The sketch she's making? >:)
Yes- It's one of Leonardo Da Vinci's inventions.
Anyhow, with that I will leave you with this for tonight. I'll come with rambles some other time.<3
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༒︎ "Maegor was a born warrior whose skill with weapons was unmatched. He lived for war, tourneys, and battle, and rose to become one of the youngest and finest knights of his time. However, he was also a hard and brutal man who craved violence, death, and absolute mastery over all he deemed his. His savagery in the field and his harshness toward defeated enemies was frequently remarked upon. Maegor was quarrelsome, quick to take offense, slow to forgive, and fearsome in his wroth. He was a rigid man, unyielding, and unbending. He preferred fire and steel over settling issues through discussion, and showed cruel tendencies early in his childhood. Although he had many companions throughout his youth, he had no true friends, and even as an adult Maegor trusted no one."༒︎
Maegor and Balerion are here as a continuation of my little series of drawing dragons with their riders. The series has been put on a small pause but here it is! I drew a lot of inspiration from @/ertacaltinoz (on instagram)beautiful art of ASOIAF world.
I am also testing out Krita here, what do you all think? Any advice? Who would you like to see drawn next?
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Soft steady breaths acted as your pillow in the form of Mydei’s bare chest. There was darkness in Okhema for once, thanks to the heavy and thick curtains that blocked out the light from the outside. It felt easy to slip into a tranquil state between waking and sleep while being nuzzled into his warm skin, although your hand seemed restless on his chest as it traced invisible patterns on his skin.
The two of you barely had the time to spend on one another, strung up on duty and the constant state of alarm; however natural the state of anticipation and adrenaline was for Mydei, it inevitably exhausted his strength as well. His chest rose and fell with each slow, deep breath that marked his sleep, one heavy arm curved around your midriff and the other laid beside him. In a fine thread of a thought, you admitted to yourself that you were restless, no matter your own exhaustion, but you wished to commit this feeling to memory, knowing another period of separation awaited.
Mydei’s hand touched up your back, sensing your inner turmoil but he was helpless to quell it - if he could pluck the anxiety from your head and cast it to the depths of an ocean, he would. But all he can offer now is touch, the safety of his arms while he was here. His sleep had thinned out just enough to tell you apart from the visions behind his eyelids, he could feel your breath against his collarbone and he drew you in closer, turning so he was laying on his side instead, both arms now around you. The bed dipped around the both of you, half swallowing you in its feathery comforts.
His husky whisper broke through the man-made darkness all the while his fingers traced up and down your spine “Rest..”
“Tomorrow awaits us.. You need to be well rested..”
You nosed your way into his neck, hiding away even from the little light that managed to squirm through the curtains and exhaled, tense shoulders relaxing under his ministrations. There was nothing else you could do but accept this moment and pretend tomorrow was far away.
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Hiii*** I luv your work sm 💓💓💓 you encapsulate the characters so well
How do you think the elves would react to a human s/o who has a beautiful singing voice? maybe she travels thru to sing as a job? Like a bard almost? im lowkey envisioning Lana Del Rey haha 💓💓 stay safe queen 💓💓💓
A/N: Hello! I'm so happy to hear you say so, thank you so much <3 But I can definitely do that- I hope you like this! And you stay safe as well!
Contents: Glorfindel, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas x GN!Reader(all separate)
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☀︎Glorfindel
-Glrofindel’s affections towards the traveling bard are nothing unknown, both to his kin and others. It is no secret he has a love for all sorts of crafts but song is one he favors the most out of all of them, it comes easily and he is also known to sing himself. It is not rare to hear him humming when he comes and goes down the hall, unburdened with duty and tasks
-This love of music is only further amplified when he begins to court his beloved bard. He hums even more often, trying to form rhymes and compositions on his feet that he may write down once he is back in his chambers with a quill in hand
-He loves to hear you sing, if that was not clear enough by now, and he takes so much pleasure in simply staying quiet while you take the stage
-Glorfindel is also known to mention you a lot in conversations concerning art and music and poetry, besides the usual conversations as well where he simply likes to remind everyone how great you are - he is your greatest supporter tbh, your own personal cheerman
-Although he does share the love of music with you he does find it a bit hard to actually find the right words that rhyme, it does take him ages sometimes, and that’s where he appreciates your input and thought. This leads to a lot of sweet moments of you two coming up with some verses together. Some nights spent with you are filled with a back-and-forth conversation about possible verses, compositions or instruments that may be used in particular songs
-(You two are the Middle-Earth's equivalent of song cover makers lol, I love it)
-He was rather saddened when you once came to him with your broken instrument, and he was just as quick to seek someone out to repair it, and in the meantime he was the one singing to you to distract you
♪⊹ ࣪ ˖Lindir
-Lindir is a song man, quite literally in name too! So it is no surprise that he does take interest in your own music as well. At first he didn’t understand the songs you brought from the world of Men, they all were a bit foreign to him and he was rather indifferent to them. They did not carry the same depth as elven songs, he once commented to a fellow elf, unknowingly being “eavesdropped” by you (you were simply walking by), and since then it seemed to him you had set a lifelong goal to expose him to as much Man music as possible..
-But as your stay in RIvendell prolonged itself and you kept on filling the air with your voice and harp, he couldn’t help but relay some attention to you. He could no longer force his head and ear away, and his interest inevitably grew. What once were shallow verses became something he found himself humming in times of tranquil silence
-He would have listened and watched from afar for a long time before one day approaching you about a certain part of a certain song, telling you how some part could use improvement and how it didn’t make sense to leave it as is. He was rather polite with it for his usual sass and far less critical than when he first met you and heard your songs
-From that conversation it was clear he had spent quite some time listening to you play and sing. And from there he had approached you more, sitting off in your sight or close to you while you played and sang. It slowly evolved to him offering to teach you to play another instrument, a flute perhaps? Or a high harp perhaps? There are many instruments of elegance in Rivendell that Lindir would be more than happy to introduce you to. Word spread out quickly from there - Lindir had asked you to allow him to court you. Lindir doesn’t understand how the word spread quickly, or who even winessed the private moment between the two of you, but he has no time or energy to find the culprit, so he begrudgingly accepts his predicament and finds himself sassing back anyone that asks too much about his relationship with you
-Once he was allowed leave from RIvendell and he took the chance to travel with you, accompanying you on your journey to a nearby settlement of Man, where you gathered much attention from the young to elderly. He couldn’t help but feel so proud and happy. He stood to the side, almost in the shadow, admiring you from afar and sometimes stealing a glance at the others who were admiring you as well
-Safe to say, Lindir has found a new form of love for Human songs, and even greater love with you
𓄃Thranduil
-The elven king, however aloof, has an eye for things of good craft but also an ear for a good tune
-Often, on his walks with his kin through the woods of his Realm, he hears the quiet humming and singing of one or two individuals, and on some occasions he joins them as well. By now the others that are frequent guests on his walks have come to know his two favorite “walking songs” and make it a point to start singing them if their King seems to be in damp spirits. This has lead him to not like the said songs anymore, since singing them so often had the opposite of the desired effect
-As it is not that often than Men are that far in his Kingdom, it was quite interesting to see you come before his court, and with a voice that even the walls grew ears to listen to. It happened in the years he was in grief, dressed in darker clothes to show his state, but to you it may have not appeared so meaningful, as you brought a song of joy and spring rather than the songs of mourning
-The gesture, who some of his court deemed misplaced, was something Thranduil was very grateful for
-He has since made further arrangements for your stay and made inquiries about the next time you’ll stop at Mirkwood. Not many singers from outside like to take their chances in the forest, and while the elves there were generous and protective of their guests, you got further protection upon your departure, being safely escorted by a number of elven guards
-The time following, robbed of your presence and music has left Thranduil feeling somewhat impatient, although he’d never admit that outloud. It is in the times when he is left alone that he has to remind himself that patience is what he needs, not the other way around. And should you come again to his court, he’d be more than willing to offer you a permanent place at his side
-It is safe to say the offer was a pleasant shock to you. Especially considering how the others outside his borders love to talk about him, how rude he is and how greedy - yet all you saw was a just hand ruling a Kingdom cast into darkness, a lonely light in the spotless night sky. All his guards wore jewelry, and you could not think of another king that treated his servants and guards half as well
-Time passed swiftly, and you found a spot at his court, and after a time - at his side as well, more than just a singer
..☘︎ ݁˖Legolas
-Legolas is as fond of songs as a young Prince can be, and more. He has always been a free spirit, inquisitive about the world around him and he tackled the new events and findings through music and instruments
-His Father did not leave him lacking in this regard, and Legolas was taught to pull harp strings and the ways of holding a flute properly when he was young. Later he’d go to try his hand at drums as well, but he found himself preferring finger cymbals over drums
-It is not a far stretch to say that your song was a natural and most welcome noise to his ears. He could not think of a better way to be lead to another person, or a better way to swim into introduction
-Amidst war and carnage, you had led the audience to a mental state of reprieve by a simple motion of strumming your harp in hand. Your voice was that of a Maia, and he could not get enough
-War suddenly seemed so far away, and he felt nearly human, sympathising with the Men in the small crowd that was your audience
-He had met you later when you were adjusting the strings of your harp when one suddenly snapped against your fingers, broken. Legolas did not have harp strings at hand but he had a spare bow string that was too short for his bow, which he offered to you. He repaired the harp as best as he could with the provided item, and while it was not the best solution, it was all there was
-Any tune coming from you was a good one, he told you, flattering you more through flowery elven phrases as his long fingers tightened the string and made sure it wouldn’t come undone
-He was quite happy when you tried out the new string after he handed it to you
-Legolas did not rejoice in leaving the place behind, but duty was heavy on his heart, and a whole world was at stake, and with a bow he bid you safety and farewell
-After the war he found you on the streets of Gondor, singing once more. And much to his surprise you still had the bow string on your harp. The sight, so small, held much too much meaning for him, and found his heart feeling full, not just from the familiar comfort of your song, but a certain form of admiration
-Nothing stopped him from seeking you out after your performance, but you’ve already seen him past the heads of people and children, standing at the edge of where four streets met in the square.
-The conversation was somewhat awkward as some time has passed, and much evil was witnessed, but in the end you parted on a good note, and a promise of more meetings
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Rider of Veleys and Lady-wife to Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell
Lady Daenaera Targaryen was not a woman to go unnoticed. Her hair, a cascade of pale silver curls, fell to her back like woven clouds, a crown of her heritage of both House Targaryen and Velaryon. She was no wraith of a woman, but full in form, her curves lending grace to every opulent gown she adorned. Her skin, kissed by the sun, gleamed like burnished bronze even in the depths of winter, a striking contrast to the deep violet of her eyes, which shone with both warmth and mischief.
The bards likened her voice and temper to the ever-changing moods of Driftmark’s seas—soft as a summer breeze one moment, yet fierce as a storm-tossed gale the next. When she laughed, it was a melody to charm a court; when she was roused to anger, her words crashed like waves upon the rocks, unyielding and commanding.
Where she was humble vocally about her standing, it was not so much with her jewellery. Golds tended to favour her, rubies, opals, amethysts, and any gem that caught her eye she adorned upon herself in ringlets, necklaces, and countless other forms of accessories. The same was said for her wardrobe, with the sheer amount of clothing she hoarded Daenaera would be able to clothe every peasant in the North. Some even say there were more furs in her armoire than there were sheep in Winterfell.
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"I will search for you across heaven" - SolarEclipse
A little followup that was inspired by this post of these two. Also inspired by some of @eebeewrites works... but you didn't hear that from me shhhhhhhh
Just take it and go... Enjoy the fluff before I begin posting angst of these two.