The Coffee Machine @androgynouscoffeeruins - Tumblr Blog

Welcome to my blog :D

You can call me Coffee and my pronouns are he/him ^^

Currently I'm mainly a Tolkien fanartist, I'll put the "my art" hashtag under this post so you can easily find my drawings!!!

#my art

littlegentlewoman

Earendil with his twin babies

#earendil #elrond #elros

asinoeiv

If your requests are still open I'd love to see your take on Thuringwethil! 🖤

Love your art so much!

The game Lord of the rings online has an enemy type based on Thuringwethil. They are called Morroval and are tall hot vampire lady. I like to hc that Thuringwethil (and Lhaereth) were mothers of that race. Fallen lower Maiar that were corrupted by Morgoth when he arrived in Beleriand.

void-puck

Medieval Bestiary entry for my cat based on Harley Ms 4751 (which is fully digitised!!! You can look through the whole thing!)

#medieval art #THE COMMON LOAF #cats

thewritersatlas

tolkien started with the language and the creation myth first and not a map AND IT FUCKING SHOWS

Some celedriel in these trying times (think of this as a late pride month post they are t4t to ME)

Galadriel is wearing my interpretation of valinorran telerin x noldorin clothing, Celeborn my interpretation of doriathrim clothing

#galadriel x celeborn #galadriel #celeborn #teleporno #celedriel #silm art #silmarillion #the silmarillion #my art #the silm art #tolkien #artanis #queer artist #queer artwork

littlegentlewoman

This came out so horrible I’m CRYING

thelien-art

Hi! I love how you’re doing this for pride! If you have the time for it, I’d love to see Finrod and Bëor as a couple since I ship them! I was thinking Bëor with the trans flag and Finrod with the genderfluid flag? Thank you if you do get to it, and have a happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍⚧️

Every time I draw Bëor, I get a bit more attached to him

Celebrate Pride with me

balrogballs

On the days Elwing longs to be back in those caves again, speaking of them to the birds of Aman is the only thing that takes her there. How strange, that those cramped, reeking, salt-worn hollows, temporary as everything else in her early life, are the most enduring thing she carries. Even stranger, that she can close her eyes in the eternal gardens of Aman and still feel Sirion's rock caves under her feet, her caves, those unforgiving labyrinths, studded with sharp seaglass and crusted barnacles, slick with bladder-wrack and kelp. Where she need only call but once for her children and trust the caves to send her voice to wherever they'd wandered.

a rough piece i did today to try and experiment a little, drawn entirely freehand in 60 mins with a single oil brush with no undersketch, featuring beloved Elwing in the grips of sleeplessness and solitude in Valinor, words from the sonorous dark 😇 thank you @peasant-player for encouraging the style experimentation

#elwing