Rosenrot

[gabisart]

Friends say it's fine Friends say it's good Everybody says it's just like Rock 'n Roll 🦇 (get your tickets now via Patreon!)

[lestatscunt]

me reluctantly singing "gabriella" cuz the song fucks

[rosenrotstuff]

Inferno, deve ter heroína nessa música.

[yidany]

Himring

[alnat-art]

Man, everyone in Arda and Eru himself knows it 🙄

We even have three of them in Valinor 😭

[alerterin]

[lyragoth]

Himlads

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Courage, Merry Courage for our friends

Eowyn vs Witch-King

[lyragoth]

"I've gone too far to begin all anew"

Now only the portraits remain—haunting echoes of Celebrimbor. His silver eyes stare down from the walls, frozen in eternal judgment. Within these locked halls, he speaks to someone no one else can hear. Sometimes tenderly, other times with fury. Alone, Mairon communes with canvas and memory… and from the darkness, Celebrimbor’s voice answers, like madness whispering back.

As usual, I'm late, but here is my entry for @silvergiftingweek 🥲🙏 If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Portrait | Sculpture | Mirror

[lyragoth]

End of the Second Age. Sauron knew every microexpression on Celebrimbor’s face—and that’s when the paintings began. Hundreds, perhaps thousands. Few ever accessed the dark tower, but those who did whispered of a mysterious elf carved over and over along the pillars and shadowed halls of Barad-dûr. They wondered—not aloud—who he was and what it meant. "Are all my thoughts of you, sweet raptured light? It ends here tonight." If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Paintings | Sculpture | Mirror

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Shapeshifter

Seine Angst ist meine Angst Seine Wut ist meine Wut Seine Liebe ist meine Liebe Sein Blut ist mein Blut If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Portrait | Paintings | Sculpture

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Celebrimbor and the Rings of Power

The masterwork he coveted, the maker he desired—held at last where neither can slip from him again. The stone Celebrimbor never warms beneath his hand; his skin has grown too cold. He does not speak as he once did. So Mairon carves another. And another. And another. And another. And another (...)

If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Portrait | Paintings | Mirror

She seems dressed in all the rings of past fatalities. So fragile yet so devious, she continues to see it. Climactic hands that press her temples and my chest. Enter the night that she came home. Forever. She is everything and more; the solemn hypnotic, my Dahlia bathed in possession; She is home to me. I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse, but the stress is astounding. It's now or never she's coming home. Forever. She's the only one that makes me sad (coming alive, she's coming alive). I'm a slave, and I am a master, no restraints and unchecked collectors. I exist through my need to self-oblige. She is something in me that I despise. I won't let this build up inside of me. She isn't real. I can't make her real. Vermillion—Slipknot

[lyragoth]

"And it seemed to men that Sauron was great, though they feared the light of his eyes." 

Complementary color study with this dreadful amazing model. Mood: Fallen angel going for a walk in Númenor.

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Shaka & Aiolia

Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher

And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brother in arms

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Queen Nimloth takes down Curufin

Since Tolkien gives us little detail about Curufin’s death, I drew this headcanon of mine where he’s killed by Nimloth :3

Zoomed-in faces below

[zarahartist]

Interview with the Vampire ❤️

[hell-alka]

Autumn 🍂🍁

[lyragoth]

Shaka & Aiolia

Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher

And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brother in arms

[rosenrotstuff]

Shaka de Virgem e Aiolia de Leão! Estou babando nessas armaduras, especialmente no tom de dourado delas, que trabalho magnífico! Aiolia está sério... o que será que se passa na cabeça do leão nesse momento, olhando profundamente para o Shaka? E a beleza desses dois! Eu deus Hindu e um Grego, ligados pelo fio vermelho do destino. Arte simplesmente brilhante!