
@the-dragongirl Happy Holidays
Have some Bani and Baris from Sansukh (By @determamfidd )
THAT’S BANI THAT IS HER OH MY GODSHLSHJDFLJDFKHAGDA FLUKE HOW DO YOU MAKE SUCH MAGIC

@the-dragongirl Happy Holidays
Have some Bani and Baris from Sansukh (By @determamfidd )
THAT’S BANI THAT IS HER OH MY GODSHLSHJDFLJDFKHAGDA FLUKE HOW DO YOU MAKE SUCH MAGIC

Baris of Sansukh by FlukeOfFate
Color Edit for accuracy
Baris belongs to @determamfidd
AHHHHHHHHH SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL SO SO SO SO BEAUTIFULLLLLL
I love her hair and beard! It’s completely perfect! her eyes are STUNNING, and that dress, goddamn, I love that dress put me in that dress NOW
FLUKE YOU GENIUS, THANK YOU I LOVE HER I LOVE YOUUUU
So, we totally failed at getting the photos up in a timely manner, but a few weeks ago, another small Sansukh Cast meetup occurred (okay, really it was just @aviva0017 hanging out with me for one night, but I firmly maintain that meetups of two people count.) A delightful time was had by all. We ate the pie I had baked to reward myself for actually being a responsible adult and cleaning the place for once, and Avi decided to test out how well I she could make me look like a guy. I think she succeeded rather well, which is slightly disturbing, because I look EXACTLY like my younger brother in these photos.
“She hasn’t called me Papa for thirty years,” Bombur said in a faint little voice. “I was Dad or Adad, she called me… after the Quest, after the money…” “She didn’t need to, did she?” Bifur pointed out. “You’ve always been Papa.” “But it all changed, we all changed so much.” Bombur pulled a little at his looped braid. “We… she got taught to speak more proper, and stopped calling me Papa.” “Looks like she never stopped where it counted.” Bifur turned back to his cousin, and gently rubbed Bombur’s back.
sansukh pic #83 ,,thats right im keeping count,,, also the-dragongirl plays baris in the podfic so i found it fitting to use her face as reference!
*gasps*
FISHY
OH FISHY OH MY GOODNESS, SHE IS SO LOVELY – the bells in her beard, the looped braid!! Her hair, her expression, the stud…!!!!! BARIS, oh poor sweetheart, oh you kindhearted soul, you darling girl
AUGH FISHY YOU ARE AMAZING (also 83 holy moly…! Better start thinking of a thing you would like me to do when you get to 100, Fish… I will sing you a song or write you a thingy or even *gulp* draw you a something disclaimer I SUCK AT ART but I would do it for you) THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!
the life ruiner has updated and omg
“Is that the one Barís has been sweet upon, then?” Bombur wondered. “Alrís wouldn’t tell me.”
Bifur nodded. “Bani daughter of Bana, a woodworker. Very clever, very clumsy, very impatient. And very unobservant,” he added sourly.
Barís’ face scrunched up with indecision. “But… what if it all goes wrong again?” she mumbled.
“Then that is the way of things, isn’t it?” Thira smoothed back Dáin’s shock of white hair, standing high over his forehead. Her rough fingers lingered there. “But remember this, Crystaltongue. Sometimes, if you’re very brave, very honest, very lucky… sometimes, for a time, it goes right.”
Then the Queen Dowager looked up and smiled at the master-singer. There was grief in that smile, naturally – but Bombur could see the shade of a young smith with steady, fire-touched eyes and smooth skin in it: the ghost of the Dwarrowdam that had captured the heart of Dáin Ironfoot. “And if you’re very, very lucky?” she said softly, “it keeps on going right, and keeps on going right. And it’s just – just always there, always right,all your life long. Until one day, perhaps one hundred and thirty years later, your luck finally runs out. And it ends.”
I was not ready
oh my god your tags made me blush so hard
thank you SO MUCH. Thank you thank you!!!
also i love that you call it the Life Ruiner hahahaha… I could probably call it the Life Consumer 🙂
Baris Crystaltongue from determamfidd’s mighty fic Sansûkh
Omg I’m doing more art for this fic it is consuming my life send help. Also, look, her name is crystaltongue. that means diamond tongue piercing. it just does. And I freaking love how singers wear bells in their beards i thought that was just the coolest.
lkjsdgfljshgdfljshaa
AHH THANK YOU THANK YOU
HOT DANG SHE IS GORGEOUSSSSS (heck yeah, crystal tongue-stud!!!!!)
Eastern US Sansukh Cast Get-Together was, in spite of several snafus (including a late bus that caused Alris and I to nearly miss Legolas, and a half hour train delay that resulted in me getting to find out firsthand what the greyhound stations of DC and Baltimore are like) a success!. Because we are all dwarven dorks (except Legolas, who is TOTALLY a dwarf by marriage, and therefore still counts), we spent the afternoon in the National Gem and Mineral Collection in the Smithsonian Natural History Museum. Shown here – us with what is clearly the Arkenstone. Thank you so much to everyone who came – it was great fun!
AHHH LOOK AT YOU ALL YOU ARE ALL STUPENDOUSLY GORGEOUS AHHH I HOPE YOU HAD A SPLENDIFEROUS TIME (and yes, very Dwarven of you!!)
Since an interest was expressed in seeing these: I have been designing my own version of
Barís’s court gown from chapter 19 of Sansukh, with the intention of sewing it over the next year or so and cosplaying her. Here are my initial concept sketches. Although the sketches don’t show it, the wig will be about 4 inches short of floor length at the back.
I have based my design on a combination of elements described in Sansukh, screen shots of the dwarrowdams we saw fleeing Erebor in the movies, and my own knowledge of the Italian renaissance (since that seems to be the closest period and style to what we saw in Erebor).
oh my GOOOOOOODDDDD she is spectacular – i cannot, literally cannot WAIT TO SEE THIS. You shall be so magnificent!!!
That… may have been implied, yes 😀
EXACTLY.

Alris having to stop herself from doing the constant checks-and-balances of ‘if we have this we can’t have that’. Bombur finally, tentatively experimenting with recipes that don’t stretch to two+ nights. Ingredients that aren’t sold in bulk, that have only the one use. Clothes that aren’t passed down from parent to older siblings to middle siblings to youngest – everyone with new clothes, new boots, all of their own, at last. Bought especially for them. That fit.
Everyone who wanted a room of their own – has one. Everyone who desperately wished for a hair-clasp like their friend’s, or paper that wasn’t re-used and erased, or a high-quality tool and not a bargain-basement apprentice-effort, has it.
Baris can finally attend the music schools her epic talent deserves. And she needn’t look like a pauper when she goes. Bofrur can learn from the best dancers, and he can wear the best dancing shoes when he does so. Alfur can get an apprenticeship at the engineering guild – and he won’t have to go down the mines afterwards to pay for it. Alfris has the time and luxury to build her marvellous palaces in her mind, and never want for paper to draw her designs. Bibur can actually become a goldsmith. He knows, now, what gold is like to hold and work with – and he needn’t give it back at the end of the work week. It’s his.
I just. I have a lot of feelings about poverty, and the Urs. A lot.