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"Now I've shot so many Nazis, Daddy will have to buy me a sable coat." (From his Wikipedia article).

Neil Munro "Bunny" Roger

June 9, 1911-April 27, 1997.

Bunny Roger killed a bunch of Nazis and then invented Capri pants.

He was expelled from Oxford for his indiscrete gayness (discrete gayness being perfectly fine at Oxford and part of the curriculum until...today probably, at least like 1992?). Then, having been sent down to London, he started his own fashion business, and his first client was Vivien Leigh.

Bunny served in WWII, killing fascists in North Africa and Italy, and often wearing a mauve scarf in the field. Roger claimed that he had gone into a battle brandishing a rolled-up copy of VOGUE and commanding: "When in doubt, powder heavily!"

Roger was known in high society for his themed soirées; Diamond, Amethyst, and Flame Balls were held to celebrate his 60th, 70th, and 80th birthdays. He wore a curious plum colored catsuit with a feathered headdress at his 70th birthday ball in 1981. At his 80th, he made his entrance in a catsuit of scarlet sequins with a cape of orange organza, greeting his guests from behind a wall of fire. His parties were covered by the newspapers, including a New Year's Eve Fetish Ball where the proper upper class mixed with young guests in rubber S/M gear.

From an obituary: "Beneath his mauve mannerisms, Bunny was stalwart, frank, dependable and undeceived; to onlookers a passing peacock, to intimates, a life enhancer and exemplary friend."

From another obituary:

And this in-memoriam piece.

Ancalagon is an anomaly. Far too large to live in any meaningful way. He was born to die in the War of Wrath and to take as much of the world with him as he could.

He is created from thousands of parts. He is erratic, fragmented. He is constantly in agony.

Dozens, perhaps hundreds died in his development. Elven thralls who were forced to aid in and die for the creation of a weapon meant to destroy their homes and people. Those some of his parts came from. Those who simply got too close.

Bones fracture when his wings expand, acrid blood falls from the sky, staining the rocks of Thangorodrim, long before Eärendil lands a single wound to him

His flesh and bones poison the earth, the sky, the water.

If I must break [the Silmarils] I shall break my heart, and I shall be slain; first of all the Eldar in Aman

the wording is important: not might break, or might be slain, but shall break, and shall be slain. He is expressing his certainty that breaking the Silmarils will kill him.

And I know that some people are a little hesitant to take Fëanor’s word on this at face value, but the very next spoken line in the text is Mandos (!!!) saying, “Not the first.”

Mandos is not disputing the part of Fëanor’s statement where he says that breaking the Silmarils will kill him — just the fact that Fëanor would then be the first in Aman to be slain, considering that Finwë —unknown to Fëanor— had just been killed at Formenos by Melkor.

Katabasis - Capter 1 of my Fingolfin/Maedhros longfic is finally here!

Pairing: Fingolfin/Maedhros Rating: E Chapter count: 1/6 Chapter word count: 12k words Tags: mentions of torture, depictions of violence and injuries, mention of rape, Noldorin politics, power dynamics, unhealthy coping mechanisms, the Noldor’s superiority complex

Summary:

“My condolences for your loss, your majesty.” “Such formality,” says Nelyafinwe with a light scoff, “but it is your habit, of course. My thanks, Prince Nolofinwe.” Nolofinwe raises his head and finds the other’s narrowed eyes turned to him again. “Or should I call you Finwe Nolofinwe? Do you fashion yourself as king?”

*****

“Had you slain me on the mountain, you might have had a chance. By saving me, you doomed yourself.”

“Slaying you would not have changed anything. It was too late by then. I had been doomed earlier than that.”

“Yes, in Alqualondë when you drew your sword for my sake.”

“Earlier even.”

“At Yavanna’s festival, when you kissed me for the first time in the secluded glade.”

“Earlier than that.”

“When you were a small child, then. In the gardens of Grandfather’s palace, where you first met me.”

“No, earlier.”

“When you were born?”

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Melkor (with theliens design) taking a lava bath to relieve his pain in his body and hands for:

Disability Pride Month!

Also for all those that need some good hand stretches have my fav one's!

Elrond in Rivendell

linocut print, a pair with the one i did of Galadriel

and here are some red variations