(drawing prompt) Perhaps a Sauron?? đĽşâ¤ď¸
@celebrimbot ik you draw twinkron, Iâm sorry for this jack nicholson monstrosity but itâs whatâs in my heart

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(drawing prompt) Perhaps a Sauron?? đĽşâ¤ď¸
@celebrimbot ik you draw twinkron, Iâm sorry for this jack nicholson monstrosity but itâs whatâs in my heart

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A quick soft Faro for @celebrimbot i love this character <3
First doodly attempt at drawing @celebrimbotâs OC FarohĂŽr!Â
Your art is so amazing!!!!!!!
ty iâm having fun with it
Take your mind off the heat with our collaboration for the 2020 @tolkienrsb! Featuring art by myself @celebrimbot and a wonderful fic by @joyfullynervouscreator (raiyana on Ao3)!
Please enjoy!
Full Art: Eh, Turgon wonât care... (rating: T)
Fic: Ainât no Sunshine (when heâs gone) on Ao3 (rating: M, 12k words, opens Sunday September 6th!)
Summary: Discovering a new source of sunlight in his world brings Ecthelion less joy and more frustration than Elemmakil ever deserved. Galdor tries to be an excellent wingman, but it's hard when the target audience doesn't react in expected ways, but Glorfindel is nothing if not persistent. (Aka, Obliviots in Love)
Characters: Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Elemmakil, GaldorÂ
Relationships: Ecthelion/GlorfindelÂ
Tags: Idiots in Love, mutual presumed unrequited pining, Elemmakil the Long-Suffering, miscommunications, When you assume...

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Tinufain discovers (whatâs left of) his brother
(Me and @celebrimbotâs OC)
tagged by @celebrimbot ty doll!
Rules: list then song youâve been listening to recently, tag ten people.Â
1. Bad Moon Rising cover by Mourning Ritual
2. What I Need by Hayley Kiyoko bc I keep watching the FOCKING video
3. The Mad Max Fury Road soundtrack
4. Wasteland Baby. ââyou canât rec a whole album in oneââ are you a COP???
5. Pisces live session by Jinjer, bc watching tatiana shmaylyuk do the vocal fry is. It Is.
6. Dead Inside by Younger Hunger bc it reminds me of a set of OCs Iâm drawing today
7. Lipstick to Void by Mica Levi from the Under the Skin soundtrack
8. I bought the King Arthur: Legend of the Sword soundtrack with real legal tender and am specifically lovin The Darklands and The Devil and the Huntsman. 9. Snapple can lid fact! Daniel Pemberton did the King Arthur AND Into the Spiderverse soundtrack which brings us to: Are You Ready To Swing? from the Spiderverse soundtrack.
10. Faceshopping by Sophie. Also Ponyboy. Could not pick.
tagging: @stripedroseandsketchpads, @madtomedgar, @roadgoeson, @elesianne, @avantegarda, @thepioden if yâall want
prompt: silverfisting because I'm still a bit upset I didn't ask that for the longfic but the feanope was strong that day >.>
Have some more from the sci-fi AU - and once again they wound up separate. Maybe someday Iâll manage to write them together in it. Anyway.
Celebrimbor moved quietly through the empty station, closing the viewing ports one by one as he left; it shut out the stars and the faint after-jump trails of Eregionâs escape craft.
This was the main discussion hall, where people had gathered to debate and raise suggestions to improve Eregion - and Annatar had ever been ready with a suggestion, some clever solution or kind word for anotherâs idea. Celebrimbor closed his eyes, stilling memories of a sweet voice and amber eyes, and went through the empty room. He needed to get to the bridge quickly.
There, he made some quick and careful calculations, and sent out three craft - tiny things that could barely make five jumps through space. But they would serve their purpose, and be undetectable to most searches.
Then he sat in the captainâs chair, looked away from the co-pilot position that Annatar had occupied in the past, and waited, cradling a pulse gun to his chest. He couldnât do the last thing he needed to do yet; Annatar - Saruon, rather -Â had to be on shipboard first.
But he was confident he would come.
It was exactly an hour before space split open, revealing burning wreckage in the place it was opening to, before Sauronâs ship slipped through the opening and it closed again. Celebrimborâs mouth was dry, but he closed his eyes and made calculations in his head, feeling the tremble of the station as Sauronâs ship attached itself, hearing the sizzle of broken connections as cameras and communication ports were broken all over the ship.
One, however, remained intact; Sauronâs voice, terribly like Annatarâs, came softly through the speaker attached to the deck just below.
"Celebrimbor⌠surrender and I shall not have to harm you, dearest."
Celebrimbor let out a low sigh, and, his wait over, reached out and pressed the shipâs self-destruct. The muted countdown began as he stood up and opened the communication link.
"I will meet you at the door to the bridge," he said, feeling very tired, "but I will not surrender."