Reblog your mothsona ☺️ this is mine named HoneyDue (base by me art on @Lethargiccabinfever)
“Can we please listen to something that’s not Queen?”
“Absolutely not. My car, my rules, and Freddie has the most wonderful voice heard on this earth, second only to yours truly,” Daeron said pompously and attempted something between a bow and a flourish, but was hindered by the need to keep at least one hand on the steering wheel.
Fëanor snorted derisively. “Modest as always. But you forget Makalaurë.”
“He’s in third place, only because he’s related to you and I happen to like you.”
“Arrogant Sindarin bastard.”
“Your arrogant Sindarin bastard.”
“Love of my life, bane of my existence.”
And Fëanor had to admit that there were worse things to do than speeding along the open highway in Daeron’s convertible with “Don’t Stop Me Now” blasting from the stereo.
I have no exuse for this other than being too lazy to write things that are not dialogue.
Little Halloween colored friend!
This dude just walked up to me. Hes… cute…
The Moon Moth, Me, Digital, 2020