All The Way I Was Not Sure Whether I Am Painting Melkor Or Feanor, So, Shockingly, He Kinda Looks Like

@tolkienfamilyweek Day 5: Found Family

Maglor is trying really hard to be a good dad. Sometimes he goes a little overboard.

i was wondering which reshade preset you're using? i love the look of your screenshots!

thank you so much! 🥰 i actually haven't posted many pictures using reshade - most of my gameplay pictures are still from my pre-linux archive. but if you're interested in the PSD i use, i can upload it!

i call it my Peppy PSD because it just puts a little extra pep into the existing game!

Download (Dropbox)

examples of before/after shots are below the cut. the beauty of this PSD is that it works on 99% of screenshots!

I find it a little too strong on photos of sims against blank backdrops, but otherwise it tends to work very nicely, day or night.

this is not the most economical psd out there - i have tons of layers at lowered opacities making very slight adjustments. since it's mostly for personal use, it doesn't bother me, but just a heads up.

(if I can figure out how to recreate this 1:1 as a reshade preset, i'd be happy to share that too!)

E'er She Looks the Other Way...

or: tmw you bring flowers for your not-crush but she's busy sculpting another chiseled naked man

Aaaaaaand my second piece for TRSB 2023 !!

Fingon, on his way to Angband:

SOME ILLUSTRATIONS FROM J.R.R TOLKIEN’S LETTERS FROM FATHER CHRISTMAS (PUBLISHED IN ONE BOOKS BY HIS SON CHRISTOPHER TOLKIEN IN 1976).

@superkingofpriderock @mademoiselle-princesse @amalthea9 @anghraine

I have a little hc that whenever Fëanor felt distressed or alone he started embroidering a bit just to feel his mother by his side for a short time.

Sindar Week Drabbles! #5

A little hat tip to Círdan and company, for @sindarweek. Have 100 words of Eärendil learning to sing songs of the sea. Poor guy, always yearning. One of these days I'll write him happy, but it is not today.

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It comes from his father, of course: the great call from the depths; the shivering rush when the waves curl and crash on the shore. But Tuor’s Sea-binding is not the sole source of Eärendil’s longing. The Sindar mariners string ropes of song between Sirion and Balar to calm the swell. They chant in the primordial rhythm of the blood as they haul sail and raise anchor and swab the pale decks of their sharp-beaked ships. Eärendil climbs to the crow’s nest, heart-sore, seeking the songs’ origin in the stars that shimmer, mirrored, on the unreadable face of the sea.

The Lord of the Rings - art by Donato Giancola

Sir🫡