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💥 ― Send '✒️' and I'll try to write YOUR muse in my style!

(Specify for multis. Alternatively, send "try to write *your muse's name here*!" if you cannot see the emoji.)

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"Being half the size of every other orc around here is a real mind-fuck, you lose perspective on what normal sized things are because everything is meant for fellas eight-feet tall.."

"I mean, you're still pretty tall for a Pinkskin but you get what I'm saying, dontcha?" (For poor Talion)

"I used to think I was tall."

Now, he was not so sure. Everything in Mordor was just so much bigger. It was ridiculous! And don't even get him started on the heights he saw in Celebrimbor's memories.

"They should take some care of us short people."

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Eowyn, tall and proud 💛 (there's more to come because i started simultaneously several versions of this and couldn't choose one and decided to go with all of them... Also it was supposed to be just a sketch to test some stuff but then i forgot how to stop...)

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Close your Eyes and just listen ....

Bark Europa

Source

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Would eol eat gorm’s penis pie

Woe! The very thought makes him nauseous. He would never.

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💄*sips tea* voronwe and idril

Make her pretty

"The green or the pink for my eyes, Voronwë?" A spread of pigmented paints and powders was spread out over her vanity, glittering in silver tins and glass bottles. Voronwë had already helped her chose a shade for her lips, but this was an even more pressing question. Ulmo's messenger would be at the festival this evening, and she wanted her eyes to enrapture him.

"You could have been an artist. You're better at applying it than I."

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💄(mutual turin and androg and their edgy guyliner)

Make him pretty

"Watch my eye."

Only dim light made it through the thin canvas of the tent, so very early in the morning. It was a little cramped with the two of them in here, but Neithan was both a more trusted and steadier hand than any of the others.

"I'll do yours after. Keeps the sun-glare from your eyes."

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Smol Maeglin showing dad something he made. 

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🛁 // finrod and beren hehehehehe

Splish Splash

It was like being in Menegroth again. There, it had been a public bath he had been allowed to use before his departure. But this was Finrod's private bathing chamber, and it was magnificent.

"This is very luxurious, my lord." he smiled, "I am grateful for the invitation."

He took a towel, hesitating before he disrobed. Was it better etiquette to wait for the king to go first? He had been so long in the wilds, he forgot these things.

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Send in 💄to do my muse's makeup

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send me 🚿 to join my muse in the shower or 🛁 to join them in the bathtub. Please specify muse if interacting with a multi muse.

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idril just idril

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Good day! Your art is gorgeous (especially the Halenthir pieces, you are making me fall in love with this ship AGAIN and it was one of my favorite ships already). If you are still taking suggestions what to draw I'd love to see Cirdan in your style for two simple reasons: 1. Your style, 2. I'm not usually into visibly older men/elves but something about Cirdan does it for me.

I was surprised about how sure I am about Cirdan's facial features. I made a version with and without a beard because I liked how his face turned out so much.

I'm not currently taking suggestions anymore, but the few I have in my inbox I may or may not use as inspiration in the future.

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@curufiin from [X]

It was rare that he found time away from Eöl in these circumstances. They walked together, dined together, and was even forced to share a bed— and Curufin would be lying if he said he wasn’t sick of it. How he missed the luxury of privacy, and some peace and quiet to think. He had only partially finished changing when the other came bursting into the room.“Haven’t you heard of knocking?” He hissed, and his arm had half extended in reach of a blanket to cover his bare form, but he was stopped by Eöl’s words. Put some damn clothes on. Curufin narrowed his eyes, and a smirk grew on his face. His arm returned to his side. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know the Sindar were so offended by nudity. Forgive me.”

"I am not offended by all nudity."

Eöl's glare lingered a little longer than necessary, before he snapped his attention back to Curufin's stupid smug face. Ugh, he hated his face.

"Only yours is particularly upsetting."

He rolled his eyes as he turned to retrieve his own sleeping clothes, then hesitated. He did not want to change in front of Curufin, but saying so would only prove him right, and he hated the idea of that more. Turning his back on Curufin, he began to strip.

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For eol lol

Dress Up!

He actually puts it on.

"... A little brightly coloured." he frowned, but its his happy frown. "But very practical. I like it."

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🍑 lol

Grab his ass

"Curufin!" Eöl yelped. Will his ass ever know peace! Woe! The price of having a beautiful behind.

He hissed, pink-cheeked, and batted Curvo's hands away. "Cease!"

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Eol. Wear this

Dress Up!

"..."

He reluctantly gets dressed. He doesn't quite fill it out at the top, but the black does look good against his skin. At least he thinks so anyway.

"... I hate you."