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a drawing of mine and my friend's characters because fantasy romance is gripping me by the throat still 🌹

he burns bright, she shimmers forevermore

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doodles of Mairien based on some plot points I had thought of + her backstory (under read more, as it's somewhat long) in the Silmarillion AU 🧵💎🌹

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Born in Y.T. 1377 in Aman, she knew of the Middle-Earth only from tales and songs, the perilous journey to the Blessed Continent but an abstract concept, a past long-gone. The life of an upper nobility was a comfortable one, days spent on improving upon her embroidery — a beloved craft of hers, chosen due to Mairien's love for all that's beautiful, shimmering, and shining, and selfish motives of vanity but also a very personal wish to gift the fruits of her labour to those few, close to her heart — and bettering her aim. Though the act of hunting — the chase and pursuit — brought her enjoyment, the surrounding festivities a gratifying way to spend time, neither were the priority. No, to her, there was no greater joy than that of an arrow hitting its intended target; the more challenging the shot, the better. A tangible proof of her skill, deft fingers, and keen eyes. 

But all was not idyllic, the relationship with her parents slowly straining over the years. Her father, a master gemologist, jeweler, and metalworker, was set on teaching her his craft. And while Mairien had followed his wishes at first, truthfully, her heart was not in it, no matter how skilled her hands were — much to the man's immense but ignored chagrin and disappointment. She did what she was told to do, neither more nor less, and with an expression often pinched into a sour pout. Yes, she had interest in gems and jewels, and metals of various sorts, but rather than slaving away and making them, she preferred to use the finished products; incorporating them into her embroidery projects. At the same time, had it not been for the nearly forceful insistence of her father, she wouldn't have discovered the world of alchemy. A fascinating subject, one she took like a duck to water — though, again, her interest in it, while not lacking in passion, was somewhat vain. Dyes, polishes, solutions, all to aid her endless pursuit of beauty. But also poisons and toxins, if only out of morbid curiosity.

Her family's somewhat close ties to the House of Fëanor as relatives of Curufin's wife, meant she was less trusty of Melkor than most other Noldor — the prince's suspicion and uncharitable view of the Valar bleeding into her mind through the grapevine. Nor was she immune to the rumors of injustice and stolen birthrights that fanned at the flames of her ambition and further fueled her interest in lands never seen. It was, amongst many other reasons, why Mairien chose to follow Fëanor on the quest for revenge and glory — stirred by his beguiling words, blood boiling at Morgoth's treachery. Her parents, however, disapproved, choosing to stay in Aman rather than follow after their new King. She cursed at their cowardice, the lack of loyalty and indifference to Morgoth's crimes, before storming off — never to return. Later on, the prideful elf would come to regret her hasty departure; mourning the loss of her younger brother, who had no choice but to remain, and the missed opportunity to bid him goodbye.

Forever bitter about her parents' decision.

Actions were rarely greater than words, and it was no different this time. The kinslaying, the curse, the burning of the ships. The grass was not any greener on the other side of Belegaer; trampled and dead, under the feet of soldiers and orcs. The war efforts turned her hobbies into duties. Sewing wounds shut instead of embroidering, crafting dyeing solutions for armor rather than gowns as well as various medicinal cures and remedies — a domain she'd ultimately choose to focus on — and occasionally visiting the forge, the irony was not lost on the elf. Her fascination with poisons, venoms, and toxins proved useful as well, vital even, as their enemy was fond of such tactics. 

Later on — after Fëanor's death, capture and subsequent rescue of prince Maedhros, and the relinquishment of his claims —, having no close family of her own, she'd leave with Curufin and Celegorm's host, eventually settling in Himlad.

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I've been thinking about the Silmarillion AU i have for Mayu and I simply had to draw her embroidering 🎀

I've also settled on a different name for her after consulting with a friend, whose knowledge of the Silmarilion's lore (naming conventions, language, etc.) is far better than mine 😅 Mairien which comes from Q. mairë, n. “work of high and beautiful art, the process of producing a work” + ᴹQ. -ien, suf. “daughter” 💎 And wrote a short blurb about her backstory! 🥰

refs used for drawing under readmore 🌸

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My oc, who is, a certified cutie

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Greedy little halfling B3

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my 1st Recom oc Corporal Mays (ɔ˘ ³( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛c)

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its because i plot to take over all of the space so nobody else can use it and then ill sell it for one trillion dollars to other n become rich

Sakudemon HOARDS her art, makes countless files, filling up goga bytes and gaga bytes of space nad REFUSES to dellete them. she is taking up more memory than all the artists online combined SHES GOING TO BUY UP ON THE MEMORY ON THE INTERNET TO STORE HER ART WHICH SHE NEVER POSTS

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These are the four guys I see the most on my dashboard and I need to know who is truly the most popular

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lately, i have become entranced and ensnared by a very old fandom of mine, the Lord of the Rings; mainly due to one of my friends convincing me to read The Silmarillion (a feat I had not managed to accomplish back when I was but a wee clown) 💎

as such, i simply had to make an appropriate LotR/The Silm AU for my characters; with Mayu (and her brother, Masa) as elves — Maiyë & Maesdir —, and Cyn as a hobbit — Hiacynth. i tried going with the Tolkien convention of naming elves and hobbits, but while the name of a flower is a preexisting one, I cannot say the same for Sindarin and Quenya names. did my best, though 😅

what remains are their backstories, especially the elven ones. having read Quenta Silmarillion, i now possess much grander knowledge on the subject, alas, i have yet to make any progress — please, wish me luck 💖

in the meantime, i'll draw and hope the spirit of literal arts will possess & inspire me in the process 😊

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just two vampire gals 🖤🧛‍♀️

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My beautiful girlfriend @sakumeme-draws-shit made this wonderful picture of my boy Yao and her boy Risus celebrating these epic news. Please subscribe and have a good night. Sleep well, little prince. Mwah. *places a kiss on your freakish 7 foot long forehead*

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sometimes you should trust the process 😳

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I mad dis :) Yummy memes for your tumby with my bestie friend @eniruok :))) I’m reposting this because Tumblr didn’t let me show up in tags and I was hoping to show everyone this silly garbo. Please, please have mercy on my soul.

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Obsessed with the thought of Jolyne crushing hard on WP who is oblivious and/or indifferent to her advances.

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Me and Val were screwing around and I taught him how to airplane me