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art dump

woohoo! I actually am posting this! This is all the stuff that's actually kinda good bc most of my sketch book is a mess. I mean like scibles everywhere and multiple versions of drawings that look like a 7 year old drew and pages missing half of themselves 🤓

Ok so first up is Luna! The first one is without a filter and the other one is with one. We're not gonna talk about the glasses or neck or the amount of crap I had to whiteout lol

Here's some fanart I made in school. Ik it looks a little goofy but I think it's beautiful 🙃. Top right we have portraits of some important characters in this one novel called Tangerine we had to read last school year. The curly hair one is this guy named Joey, the stick figure w/ glasses is the main character Paul and the one who thinks hes the rizzler is Paul's older brother Erik. That book is trash btw so don't read it.

Beside that is a sketch of Viola/Cesario from Twelfth Night. I spent more time on the drawing than the actual graded writing part lol. On the bottom is the Duke Orsino (also from Twelfth Night.)

Next we've got our favorite Alabama citizens (plus Haleth bc she girlboss!) Nienor/Ninel is in the top right with the walking L (her brother/partner/husband actually...) Túrin and then the baddie Haleth 💪🥵💅. I tried to draw Beleg too but he came out a little special looking.

These are what I like to call my

✨️scary sketches✨️

Messy outlines? YES! Terrible proportions? OFC! Weird commentary? ALWAYS! Will I regret putting these on the internet for everyone to see? PROBABLY 😅

I drew Aredhel as a teenager (why specifically teen idk), yk before Eöl and all that drama and trauma. Idk how I feel about it...

And then Lihn Song from KotLC bc she's cool and super pretty and has fire hair.

And on the bottom is our hot princess girlboss slay queen Lúthien. My drawing does no justice 😭

Idk if you can tell but I'm totally loosing my attention so this next part will be really short and simple bc I need to get this over with 🥱

the first drawing is gisela from KotLC and my current pfp, so slay

Next to that is a sketch from about a year ago of baby me! Ik, I was adorable ☺️💅

And under that is my favorite MEGAMIND X JOJO SIWA!!! He's so slay.

Ok all done now I can sleep :)

Túrin would buy them for $500 dollars if you asked for that much

I was going through my old sketchbook the other day and I found a drawing of this COMPLETELY on crack Silmarillion dream I had a few years ago and I had to share it.

So I was part of a pyramid scheme (bear with me) and I had to sell (discounted) 300$ headphones at the airport for no discernible reason. Obviously, I wasn’t having much luck going up to people and giving my sales pitch to them to buy 300$ headphones at the airport (most likely the price scared them away).

And then from afar I caught the gleam of a helmet going through security. And who should stand there but none other than Túrin Turambar, picking up the dragon-helm on the other side of TSA?

So I started yelling his name across the airport and ran over to him, started giving my sales pitch for my 300$ headphones, going- “well, today is your lucky day! For the low price of-“

And the man just stood there. Gave me the blankest most haunted stare of mistrust I’ve ever seen. And then promptly walked away as fast as he could go.

Túrin Turambar (2012)

The land of Bow and Helm (Sketch from 2012)

Beleg and young Turin (2012)

Beleg’s death (2013)

Laer Cu Beleg. Song of the great Bow (2013)

In Taur-nu-Fuin (2013)

You are not outlaw (2013)

Don't leave me now (2015)

Turin rescues Beleg from captivity (2015)

llustration to the book of J.R.R. Tolkien "The Children of Hurin" "Then at the egging of Androg they left Beleg tied to the tree without food or water,and they sat near eating and drinking; but he said no more to them. When two days and nights had passed in this way they became angry and fearful, and were eager to be gone;and most were now ready to slay the Elf. As night drew down they were all gathered about him, and Ulrad brought a brand from the little fire that was lit in the cave-mouth. But at that moment Turin returned. Coming silently, as was his custom, he stood in the shadows beyond the ring of men, and he saw the haggard face of Beleg in the light of the brand. Then he was stricken as with a shaft, and as if at the sudden melting of a frost tears long unshed filled his eyes. He sprang out and ran to the tree. 'Beleg! Beleg!' he cried. 'How have you come hither?And why do you stand so?' At once he cut the bonds from his friend, and Beleg fell forward into his arms."

Brothers under the sun (2015)

We are like birds of a feather We are two hearts joined together We will be forever as one My brother under the sun

(Bryan Adams)

Brothers (2016)

(with sketch)

Song of Turin Turambar (Hail to the Black Sword) 2016

Far in the north, the wolf howls alone The Legend untold, of the Fallen Hero. Among men and elves, he fought the black horde, To escape from his doom and claim what he lost. By glory deeds he forged his fiery soul, Under the eyes of Melkor the Dark Lord. Soon in the end, he’ll leave from this land, Because the truth can kill even the strongest heart. Upon the hill of sorrow lies your name. The rain flows on your grave, like tears from the sky. Hail to the Black Sword! Black sword of black doom! You murderer against yourself, Your wrath towards the elves and men. The victory in Morgoth’s hands, they will cry For those who don’t deserve to die. Far in the south, the eagle sings loud, The Legend untold, of the Fallen Hero. Among men and elves, he lived far from home, To escape from his doom and claim what he lost. In Nargothrond you forged your mighty sword, Under the eyes of Melkor the Dark Lord. Soon in the end, you’ll leave from this land, Hear the call of death, and die by your hand. “Cabed-en-Aras, Cabed Naeramarth!”

Emin Muil

Beleg come back to Turin (2017)

Another illustration to the “Children of Hurin” by J.R.R. Tolkien

"In the dim dusk of a day in midwinter there appeared suddenly among them a Man, as it seemed, of great bulk and girth, cloaked and hooded in white. He had eluded their watchmen, and he walked up to their fire without a word. When men sprang up he laughed and threw back his hood, and they saw that it was Beleg Strongbow. Under his wide cloak he bore a great pack in which he had brought many things for the help of men.

In this way Beleg came back to Túrin, yielding to his love against his wisdom. Túrin was glad indeed, for he had often regretted his stubbornness; and now the desire of his heart was granted without the need to humble himself or to yield his own will."

Beleg saved young Turin (Turin in Doriath) 2017

Two captains. Guardians of Amon Rudh (2017)

I'll never leave you,son of Hurin (2014/2017)

(I started this work back in 2014 and you can see it unfinished on deviantart. However, I finished this picture in 2017).

Heather (The warrior of heather) 2017

Gwindor returns Anglachel to Túrin by the healing waters of Eithel Ivrin.

An illustration of Chapter 1 from Stars Above, Voice Within commissioned for the incredibly talented @anattmar

Original prompt by @arofili for @tolkienrsb. Fic snippet below the cut.

Drawn by an unseeable force, Túrin knelt and drank from the water, feeling it slide down his dry throat like a healing liquor. It spread through his body, nurturing him, breathing life into his heart. 

Warm tears welled in his eyes and ran down his face, eager to dive into the icy pool. Túrin cast himself down, surrendering to Ivrin and allowing her to envelop his body. She received all his sorrows gladly, and they swelled her clear waters all the more. 

He sat and dug his fingers into the smooth pebbles, finally setting his voice free. His song told of Beleg and their love, the home that was no longer theirs, the rich woods and the steep hills they walked together, and Belthronding and Anglachel, also. 

The blade heard Túrin’s voice and joined him in song. It wept for its own pain, mourning the hands of its creator as it did for Beleg, who had carried it in friendship. 

Túrin sang and sang, again and again, each verse louder than the last, heedless of peril. Until his voice was utterly spent, and the wells of his eyes were depleted. He felt as light as the sunset leaves floating down the streams. 

‘Welcome back,’ the elf stated simply when the singing ceased. His face remained as grim as it had been, but his shoulders seemed to ease somewhat. ‘This is a strange blade, unlike any I have seen in Middle-earth. It mourns for Beleg even as you do.’

from Stars Above, Voice Within