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Our love is good.

Just finished "Siren" 2018 tv show and I had to take a moment to draw my favourite girls Ryn and Maddie because they were robbed of cute moments in the last season >:/

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whalefill

hiiiii longtime follower first time asker!! i am obsessed w ur art.... how do u pick your colours??

so basically here's what you're going to want to do

miistermee

She put forth her arts of enchantment, and caused her hair to grow to great length, and of it she wove a dark robe that wrapped her beauty like a shadow, and it was laden with a spell of sleep. Of the strands that remained she twined a rope.

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miistermee

But Huan the hound was true of heart, and the love of Lúthien had fallen upon him in the first hour of their meeting; and he grieved at her captivity.

Now Huan devised a plan for the aid of Lúthien; and coming at a time of night he brought her cloak, and for the first time spoke, giving her counsel.

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essenceofarda

Aredhel: "What? Like it's hard?"

welcometomybrainstation

howl straight up charging at the witch of the waste without using any magic at all is less absurd when you remember he plays rugby

divine-bloodlines

Nah dude don’t worry about it, she’s always saying shit like “I am bound to oaths I no longer believe in…” and trying to die in pointless battles. I wouldn’t pay it much mind

amarcia

Wizards are not of this world. Instead, they belong to many worlds, all at once.

Hi I got distracted thinking of a creatur. It doesn't bite I promise!!!

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lidoshka

Maedhros, the dutiful son

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I was going to give him very short hair, something he could style with a single hand, but nah, long curly hair

outofangband

I’m just always thinking about the first elves at Cuiviénen who were taken by Melkor…the families who found their mothers or sons or cousins gone in the dark, the first prisoners of a fortress they barely had a language to describe. The elves who remained trapped under the earth until they had no more memory of Cuiviénen than the descendants of their kin. The memory of those early days and the beauty of those waters and the stars forever tainted by these vanishing and unknowable horror becoming an unspeakably gruesome reality when Utumno is razed (even as Angband still remains and elves remain trapped there)

The earliest days of the existence of elves, for some, was agonizing horror or grief with no answers.

I made this post awhile ago about the primal fear in the early days of the elves and how many words for fear there are in their languages and it made me think about how many Quenya words for fear relate specifically to flight or fleeing and again and again I just think about Sador’s line, “it may be that we fled from a fear of the dark, only to find it here before us with nowhere left to fly but the sea”

I’m still working on a conclusion for this honestly, I just think so much about how this fear has shaped both the elves and the humans of Middle Earth and what it means for their cultures and identities.