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The plotting brothers are plotting as always. Btw, I have no idea how Tumblr works, but here goes nothing
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne ~ Am I using this Tumblr correctly? I have no idea.
I want to clarify that I often draw my characters with an androgynous or feminine appearance, which has attracted criticism on my Twitter page.
I'm aware that my depiction of Celebrimbor differs from the usual portrayal in the fandom.
But bear with me: I draw him as youthful because it enhances the dynamic I envision between him and Annatar. I see their relationship as similar to an older professor guiding a talented younger student, with both learning from each other.
Only you could accomplish such art, Ce-le-brim-booorrr
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This was an attempt of inspired-anime-style, for a future comic. But I didn't like it that much.
Afrodite de Peixes e suas flores calmantes, presente pra minha amiga Alpha sz' Um dos poucos desenhos estilo mangá que eu tenho.
𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 "Shaka, guide me through hell and bring me Hades' head" #VirgoShaka as Surplice #SaoriKido as Gothic Goddess #Hades as Skull Here is my contribution to the #AutumnZine in
@SaintSeiyaZone. Check the work of the other artists! #SaintSeiya#Halloween
Pic at the top was made in Photoshop, in April 2023. Pic at the bottom was made in Paint Tool SAI, in November 2023. A lot of difficulties and some improvements.
"Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key"
"I will be your ghost of a rose"
A WIP I finally found the courage to finish. Curufinwë Fëanorion, Curufin, Curvo, Atarincë, The Crafty. Husband, father, brother, lover. Dad's little Silmaril, Tyelpe's atar, Celegorm's fave. Tricky, glamorous, talented, and beautiful baby.
The Lord of the Rings, Celebrimbor
Celebrimbor holds Nenya, Narya and Vilya.
Head of the master smiths, Lord of Eregion, Fëanor's grandson, exceptional artist—and most importantly, an absolute badass. I like to think he had amazing telekinetic powers because Sauron certainly attempted to invade his mind to gather information about the Three. Unsuccessfully.
I really enjoy drawing twink Sauron. His hair was very experimental, I wanted it to resemble flames. It was the first time I rendered curly hair, I don't think it looks that bad... but I wish I had sprinkled more freckles in his cheeks.
A quick sketch I made today. Happy birthday, baby.
While little Tyelpe is playing with his friends in the garden, Curufin uses his alone (?) time to enjoy himself (greatly); WIP someday I hope to finish.
I love drawing faces. Through this process, I get to know a character. I never choose nor decide their features; instead, they reveal themselves to me. They whisper their traits, even telling me who they resemble. They guide my hand and have a life of their own. I am merely a conduit, bringing their essence into this world.
When brothers do what lovers do For my dear @thecoolblackwaves who loves these babies as well. PS: complete version on my Twitter page https://x.com/LyraGoth/status/1839074887366742240
"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.
As a child, Celebrimbor was utterly captivated by his father.
His young eyes watched in awe as Curufin adorned himself with shimmering jewelry, each one meticulously crafted by his hands.
“Why do you wear so many jewels, atya?”
Curufin glanced down at his son and offered a smile.
“These jewels are emblems of our family’s talents, Tyelperinquar. I wear them not merely to shine, but to honor our legacy and the unique potential we have to create.”
Celebrimbor didn’t fully grasp his father’s words, but a deep desire stirred within him to craft something just as wonderful by himself.
“One day I shall create jewels as beautiful as yours.”
“You shall speak Quenya as a highborn prince first,” Curufin chuckled. “Now, what is more beautiful than beautiful?”
Celebrimbor thought for a moment. “...Glorious.”
“Indeed,” Curufin replied, lifting Celebrimbor into his lap. “In time, you shall surpass me and create your own glorious works. But remember, beauty alone is not enough." (...)
"But how can I be as good as you?"
"Well, what is greater than good?" Curufin prompted.
"...Fantastic?!"
“Fantastic." Curufin declared. "The fire of our house already burns within you, Tyelperinquar. The light in my eyes is reflected in yours.
Now, come, let us attend to your hair,”
As Curufin began to brush his son’s long hair with gentle, practiced hands, Celebrimbor’s thoughts drifted to the evening’s festivities.
“Tonight is the Starlight Festival,” he said with earnest intensity. “I must adorn myself with a multitude of jewels.”
“And why is that?” Curufin inquired with amusement.
“I wish to be more beautiful than you so Finrod will dance with me instead!” the child replied with determination. Then, anticipating his father’s correction, he added, “Not only beautiful—more beautiful than beautiful: magnificent.”
A warm laugh escaped Curufin. “Then I shall make you magnificent to ensure he cannot refuse you.”