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s-u-w-i · 9 months ago
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Hair braiding 💎
Didn't really expect to finish this but in the end, I've found some time between work and even dusted off my watercolors! Been quite a while since I used them properly, huh, painting is so soothing ˘o˘
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soluda · 14 days ago
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nynevefromthelake · 3 months ago
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Fingon’s coronation sketch
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amaite · 4 months ago
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Warm autumn🍁 This was painted a year ago, but then I couldn't show this picture for some reasons.
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gay people can never just say i love you; its always gotta be some shit like this:
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r-ultrazul · 2 months ago
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The Rescue.
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psstwantsomecheese · 17 days ago
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Things Feanor invented:
Silmarils
Tengwar
Palantiri
Feanorian lamps
Probably several slurs when Maedhros asked to go back and get Fingon
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reizen-art · 2 months ago
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The long-awaited meeting
Finally! Russingon again.
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moredhel · 6 months ago
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Valinorean Russingon hugs
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kairennart · 5 months ago
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Post-battle Maedhros and Fingon for @magicinavalon <3
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stealinghypnosis · 3 months ago
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russingon I guess?? 🍃 sweetest babes and fathers of kaeluc/j
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s-u-w-i · 3 months ago
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Inspired by @chechula's sketch, so, it's her fault, really 🦅
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drawulan · 11 days ago
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anattmar · 1 year ago
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astral-aromance · 18 days ago
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Grandchildren
Imagine being Nerdanel, sure that your family is lost to you forever. You're completely alone. Even after over 6000 years, your bed still feels empty without your husband there. There's no noise in the kitchen where the brothers are fighting over the last apple, despite all of them knowing there's a whole apple tree right outside the window. No smoke coming from the smithy, no papers with blue prints and miracles scattered around. No dog hair clogging up the drain. No music at 3 am. Nothing.
But then, one day, this Elf shows up at your door. He's shorter than usual, and he looks older than you have ever seen an elf look. He says, "I'm your grandson," and suddenly, you are not completely alone anymore. Elrond is nice, you like him. The music room gets used again, even if only a little. It brings you joy.
A few decades go by, and a Raven brings you a summon from Mandos. You except Tyelpë is finally coming home to you, but instead, it's an elf you have NEVER met before. Tall, stoic, and dark-haired, Nolofinwëan in all ways, but his eyes are unmistakably those of your husband. Those of your eldest son. He is just as surprised to see you there, as is Anairë, but you work it out. Turns out Ereinion and Elrond always thought of one another as brothers, now they actually are. One morning, you go downstairs for tea, and you hear the King yell at the Lord about stealing his strawberries off his plate.
Elrond goes to the havens to meet his sons. Surprisingly, the Seagull carried a summon for you as well. Two identical faces greet you, and your heart stings with old grief. You turn to leave, but spot something unusual. Another Peredhil, shy and distancing himself from the others. He looks like Elrond in hair and build, but... Elrond didn't have any other children, did he? One of the twins tugs on his arm and tries to pull him into the crowd, and the newcomer scowls at him. His face turns bright red. Soon after, you find detailed descriptions of Finarfin's failure as a king when it comes to finances on your coffee table.
Tyelpë returns too, turns out he knew all of them, and they get along great. Maybe a little too well, because they start shutting you out. They stop talking when you walk into the room. They hastily hide documents beneath their robes when you pass them. You don't know what they're up to, but at least your house isn't silent anymore, and the forge burns again.
You realise that they are indeed of your house when it comes to stubborn determination when on a quiet Tuesday afternoon 8 Ravens show up to your house with summons, and none of the grandchildren seem surprised.
You are happy as you step out the front door toward Mandos, carrying a basket with 8 sets of robes, a blanket, cups, some bread, some cheese, and a very strong bottle of wine.
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ilaneya · 7 months ago
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hey friends, happy pride month and beginning of the summer ✨🤲
update! to celebrate pride and my upcoming birthday i’ll have a 30% discount for my commissions till the end of june, you can find all information here!
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