Seven more! Hehehe 🕷🕸
Probably the last few from LOTR (if I'm not tempted to draw Ghân-buri-Ghân, I may be) but because I'm continuing this project till Easter I'll draw few guys from Hobbit and Silmarillion in the days left.
Also, I’ve decided I'll be selling the originals after I finish all the drawings. But if there is any character you'd like to have in particular you can start reserving them now. By messaging me here or on
[email protected] :^)
Shelob, Wormtongue and King of the Dead are left from this bunch!
The size of the drawings is A6 and prices from 50 to 80USD (shipping included).
Also as last year with the dog drawings this year too - all the earnings will be sent to charities. Thank you! 🌿
Rest of the characters are here and here and here and here!
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Spiders Georg and Shelob
Spiders Georg, of tumblr fame, is a man who lives in a cave and eats 10,000 spiders each day.
Source: @reallyreallyreallytrying
Shelob, of LotR fame, is a spider who lives in a cave and eats one man every 10,000 days.
Source: JRR Tolkien
So, if Spiders Georg and Shelob had gay sex,
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Frodo, confronted with Shelob: I wish my uncle didn’t raise me so well because this situation deserves a much worse swear than “Fiddlesticks”.
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you can all say what you want about shadow of mordor and shadow of war, but at least they had the courage to make annatar and celebrimbor's character designs appealing, unlike the cowards at am*zon. like, yeah, give celebrimbor a fancy little circlet and lovely hair jewelry!! give annatar the sculpted cheekbones and long, flowing locks that are befitting of a shampoo commercial...
don't make them old white men who wouldn't look out of place in every generic 'historical' film of the last decade; give them some style! make them recognizable and interesting to look at! and also make celebrimbor a twink, please and thank you!
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“Union,” an update to “Touch the Darkness:”
Chapter Summary: the forging of Sauron’s Ring—the union of their Light and Power, where realities blend with dreams, where they find themselves where it should have all began. King and Queen on that raft. But their union does not go unnoticed by Shelob, who pursues her own ways of fortifying her power in the one way she knows best—glutting on all that Adar can give her.
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CW: NSFW x2, Royal Raft sex™️, oaths being sworn, Making of The One, Shelob lusting after Adar, and hate sex
And there he was, her king, her husband, the father of their child just drinking in the vision of her before him.
His touch was pure adoration as he caressed her chin, the same hand, the same hold as he once used in this vision of his making. Golden green eyes scanned her face, the picture of devotion, of loyalty and obsession. Of love. “My queen,” he whispered, cautious, as if he did not wish to disturb so endearing a moment.
Galadriel smiled softly, the words floating to her lips, even as her eyes drifted to his mouth in anticipation of the kiss his lips promised. “And you,” she breathed, “my king.”
Mouth lifting up to meet his, she could wait no longer for his embrace. The meeting of Light and Dark. The union of their bodies and their magic. The waters rippled from the burst of power, the very earth at the floor of the Sea shuddering. His lips crushed hers, a surge of his power tingling through her body and filling her nose, her mouth with that thick and sweet scent of smoke. Hungry, empty, she wanted to be filled in every way. She drew his tongue inside her mouth, letting him devour her. She ran her hands over the thick black robes that hung from his body. She wanted them gone. Tearing into them, the fabric gave way so easily, his laughter tingling in her mouth as he eagerly repaid the same.
Only crowns atop their heads, the calm seas and bright sun sent sparkles of light dancing over their skin. “Galadriel of the Noldor,” his hands clung to hers, holding them between their naked bodies. “I give you my protection for you and our line, as long as my spirit burns, even if my bones should break and my breath should cease. I give you my oath to keep you safe…” those eyes began to glow, iridescent greens and ambers, as if he lit from within, “my precious.”
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There agelong she had dwelt, an evil thing in spider-form, even such as once of old had lived in the Land of the Elves in the West that is now under the Sea, such as Beren fought in the Mountains of Terror in Doriath, and so came to Lúthien upon the green sward amid the hemlocks in the moonlight long ago. How Shelob came there, flying from ruin, no tale tells, for out of the Dark Years few tales have come. But still she was there, who was there before Sauron, and before the first stone of Barad-dûr; and she served none but herself, drinking the blood of Elves and Men, bloated and grown fat with endless brooding on her feasts, weaving webs of shadow; for all living things were her food, and her vomit darkness. Far and wide her lesser broods, bastards of the miserable mates, her own offspring, that she slew, spread from glen to glen, from the Ephel Dúath to the eastern hills, to Dol Guldur and the fastnesses of Mirkwood. But none could rival her, Shelob the Great, last child of Ungoliant to trouble the unhappy world.
god forbid women do anything 🙄
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