Lyragoth - LyraGoth

The amazing concept art of Beauty and the Beast (2017) by Jama Jurabaev,  Ioan Dumitrescu and Karl Simon

Artbook: The Art and Making of Disney Beauty and the Beast

Book: The Beauty and the Beast

I love Celebrimbor

I love Celebrimbor

Varda

I was going for a metaphysical Ainur look. Let me know which version you like better please!

Artists should be free to express themselves without people nitpicking their work. If you don’t like a hc in a fic, just scroll past. Think the anatomy in a drawing is off? Or the art isn’t your style? No one asked. If a smut isn’t written how you like it, read something else. People are creating and sharing their work for free, for themselves, and for others who enjoy it. Criticizing them doesn’t make you look smart, just pitiful. Interestingly that most of the people doing this don’t create anything themselves or go on anom because they have no guts to share their own work, precisely because they're terrified of being treated the way they treat others. Leave artists the fuck alone.

"Please," Celegorm tore off his helmet and dropped to his knees beside his brother. "Don't go..."  His fingers traced Curufin’s dark hair, now marred with blood. “Stop playing,” he pleaded, his voice trembling as he forced a smile. “Open your eyes.” He hoped for one last trick because Curufin always had a plan, but his brother remained unresponsive. He tenderly brushed Curufin's face, and his hand recoiled at the chill of his skin. Gradually, his smile faded.

Memories of their childhood flooded his mind—Curufin’s laughter, once carefree as they hunted together through the fields of Valinor, now felt like a distant dream. The harsh reality yanked him back to the present and he sobbed openly, cradling Curufin in his arms as he did when they were children. "Little one," he sighed, rocking back and forth as tears fell onto his brother's cheeks. "Blood of my blood,"

(...)

“Don't be afraid,” Celegorm murmured, holding Curufin close despite the excruciating pain tearing through his chest. “I'll be with you soon.”

As night fell, Celegorm’s servants stumbled upon him clinging to Curufin's body in the kingly hall. In the dim light of their torches, the brothers' faces reflected a strange state of peace.

Together in life, together in death, they parted from the world as they had lived in it: inseparable.