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brb thinking about the immortality of the crab
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Nerdanel, in the middle of the night, walking in his son bedroom: What the hell are you doing??
Feanor, hovering over some weird machinery near the bed: Nelyafinwe said there's a monster under his bed and he couldn't sleep, so now we are building a monster trap.
Maitimo: it is true mother, the trap just trapped the monster in fact.
Nerdanel, extremely done: that's your brother and you all need to go back to sleep. Especially you, Feanor.
Welcome to my dealy chat: Was Feanor a bad guy or was he always extremely sleep deprived having seven kids to care for and a full-time job?
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Feanor, working hard in the forge:
Little Curufin, appeared from nowhere, seated on the verge of a pot full of melting gold: hey dad, can I touch it?
Feanor: *terrified high pitch scream*
Welcome to my dealy chat: Was Feanor a bad guy or was he always extremely sleep deprived having seven kids to care for and a full-time job?
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RUSSA THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I HAVE NO WORDS.
But of course I still tease you, you where so adorable that day 😭😭 this is the best gift I could ever asked for, I can’t wait next week to crush you in a gigantic hug ❤️❤️❤️
Also, I accept that Maedhros has heterochromia, I love it and he's so beautiful I might become a little gayer looking at him! 😍
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The joke here is that I mispronounced once Russandol as Russian Doll and @aspirinaeffervescente teases me since then Happy birthday to the most annoying yet the most wonderful best friend I could ever wish to have at my side 🎂❣️
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@cyanidechan's art lately:
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“Sleep now, Maitimo,” Fingon said as he gently stroked Maedhros’ brow and tucked the blanket more firmly around his body to shield him from the cold. Fingon then began to talk of the wondrous places he’d seen since leaving Aman, and all the activities he desired to do with Maedhros once he recovered his strength. He even talked about the music he had written during Maedhros’ absence, and started to softly hum one of the new songs for him.
As Maedhros was comforted by the sound of his cousin’s voice, the stars quietly left Varda’s skies and Manwë’s white mantle spread over the blue dome of Heaven outside his room. The hushed air veiled itself in descending white skyflowers and the trees became holy—their branches robed in feathery snow. Though no light could pierce through the mist that covered the heavens and Arda in its whiteness, Maedhros finally closed his eyes with a small smile on his lips as if all the stars had gathered in the crook of Fingon’s arm while his cousin rocked him to sleep.
Commission for @playing-with-inks’s birthday based on her lovely story “Song in Your Presence”
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Maedhros and Fingon enjoy each other’s presence on a placid morning after the rescue from Thangorodrim.
A different colour version from my previous work @playing-with-inks​commissioned me for her birthday!
Thanks for commissioning me dear, it was a joy to work with you ❣️
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Commission work for my lovely friend @playing-with-inks inspired by her last work Before Daybreak ❣️
For the @feanorianweek day one: Maedhros
[As usual, please tap for better quality]
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I forgot to post this different color version I made for @playing-with-inks for her beautiful story Before Daybreak
For the @feanorianweek day one: Maedhros
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⬆️ I'm obsessed with the implication of the mental state Anathema would be after her and Newt burned the book
Hi OP! I love reading your Metas, and I would love to read your opinion about Newt and his relationship with Anathema! I noticed people don't talk a lot about him but I love this character because i can see a lot of myself in him🖤
I have, as you Anon, strong feelings about Newt and I can see a lot of myself in him as well. 
I love how, as many characters in this story, he’s well written and complicate under many aspects, it’s just a bit difficult to see since he’s a secondary character, and maybe at first he doesn’t stand out like the others but at the end, he’s one of the most important characters in the story.
Newt, as we can see in the book/series, has a big self-confidence problem, and I think it depends on two factors:
On one hand, the mother seems to have high expectations for him that he cannot fulfil, such as being a computer genius. This is usually very frustrating because when you are made to believe that plugging a computer is a "science experiment” for your entire childhood when you are in the “adult” world and you discover that you aren’t that great, your whole life becomes increasingly frustrating.
So frustrating that, in fact, in order to don’t disappoint the mother, he will end up lying and saying “It was great at work, and everyone loves me” even if he were fired the first day. See also: Newt prefers to follow Shadwell rather than admit he has failed for the umpteenth time.
On the other hand, the fact that he’s so passionate about computers but can’t work with them is a big blast to his self-steam. He would love to be a computer engineer, he really wishes he was, but he’s not and this is sad because he keeps trying to work with them.
I think that this is sad but, again, Newt’s biggest flaw, destroying everything that is technologic, is his best quality. I love this. I love that is the biggest flaw is the thing that, all in all, saves the world.
Speaking of this, Newt is very brave and brilliant:
When he discovers that he has to enter a military base he panics because let's face it, he’s human and until the morning before he didn’t even believe in the existence of Witches and Occult (or Ethereal!) Things and any sane person would freak out on the idea to enter in a restricted area without permission with the big possibility to be shot at first sight. Newt doesn’t have ancestors who studied prophecies all their life as Anathema. Ain't crazy like Shadwell or Tracy (which I love, but they're both a little bit crazy haha)
Despite this, however, he goes to the base and does everything to save the world. Even if that means to destroy billion of computers (hahah)
He’s the one that figures out how Agnes Nutter’s prophecies system works: it’s useless that they try to guess which card should pick, if Agnes could see the future, she could see what card they would pick, so... let’s pick a random one and it would be the right one. This is brilliant, this is how you should use your ancestor ability to see the future, guuuurl.
Also, he’s the one to encourage Anathema to cut ties with her ancestors. If she would have continued to study the prophecies she would have just followed blindly what Agnes say: aka she would have never acquired true free will.
About Newt I have two big Headcanon that I cannot shake of my head:
1)Objectively, Anathema knows that she did a good thing to burn the book. I know that many of us thought “but why didn’t she give it to Aziraphale?” And this is a good point, but don’t you think that she would be tempted to go to him to know what Agnes wrote? Personally, I think that in future Anathema would panic whenever something bad happens, thinking that maybe, if she wouldn’t have burned the book she could have prevented it. This sounds very stressful, and I like to think that Newt would be there to calm Anathema down. It could be the sooting way he talks, but I feel like he’s someone that is good at ground people in moments of stress. This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get stressed or worked out, but I see Anathema and Newt like the perfect couple: he’s sooting and calming, she’s fierce and reassuring. They make a good team.
2)I strongly believe that Newt and Crowley could be best pals, like... they both likes technology, they’re both nerds in a different way. Also, I want to remember to everyone that Newt is a Doctor Who fan, and Crowley is responsible for most of the British television shows.
So I like to imagine them, awkwardly seated on the couch, the TV is on and Doctor Who is on: “Oh, I love this show.” Would say Newt. “Oh, yes, it’s one of mine. It started as a way to teach kids about science and history facts because you know… the more you believe in science the more you’re tempted to don’t follow religions, I got a commendation for it.”
“…Did you just said that you invented Doctor Who?”
“I mean, not exactly, I gave the idea to some authors and they did the rest… but strictly speaking, I guess? Did you know that [add here some obscure facts about DW]”
“Can I hug you? It’s weird? I really want to hug you.”
Crowley and Newt during cookouts at Jasmine’s cottage always chat about fun facts, TV series and sci-fi stuff, and the demon enjoys this a lot, but a the same time he’s A Cool Guy™, so he won’t say nothing. 
But his gift for Newt’s wedding is a cabinet in the back of the cottage that looks like a 1:1 version of the TARDIS, it’s a bit bigger on the inside, full of computers that aren’t plugged on anything but they work anyway (and they works for Newt without problems, if they know what's best for them), but there’s also a comfy sofa where he can read his comics and a vintage television that only streams his favourite shows.
Newt fainted the first time he saw it.
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Russo I’m begging u to stop—
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Elves are so smart but what about firefighter uhm?
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Crowley would organise the perfect Italian summer wedding:
three hundred guests, thirty courses to please Aziraphale but the wedding is outdoors, under the scorching Sicilian sun, 122 degrees in the shade to see everyone suffer miserably and smile warmly for a bad job well done.
Aziraphale: You look happy, my love.
Crowley, watching Beelzebub as they whimper for the umpteenth dish they will have to eat, Gabriel as he loosens his tie, red face for the heat, Michael as he tries to refuse the umpteenth glass of wine offered by the maître, Hastur and Ligur watching video on penguins to endure the heat, Uriel and Sandalphon now dead from heatstroke:
Crowley, weeping his tears: This is the best day of my life, angel.
Italian Good omens Au be like:
Crowley: I’ve tempted humans to eat the apple
Hell: Terrific job, well done
Crowley: I've invented the Spanish inquisition
Hell: Astonishing, marvelous, genius
Crowley: I've started the WWII
Hell: Couldn't do any better, genius work, here another medal
Crowley: I've just invented summer weddings
Satan: U sick bastard
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I’ve finally finished my poster for @aspirinaeffervescente‘s horror story The death in Love! Summary: Crowley tempted a famous composer to write his sonata, The devil’s trill. Seemed an easy temptation until the composer die and the wife decided to hunt him as a ghost since then.
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Here’s to all the places we went. And all the places we’ll go. And here’s me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou.
John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via memoryarchaeologist)
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“She wished no longer for anything but love—a love youthful, pure, evoked by herself, and which should be a first and last passion.”
— Théophile Gautier, from La Morte Amoureuse
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Crowley the Demon being a very cool dominant seme top bad boy. (Part I)
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cruel summer.
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