misbehavingmaiar:

misbehavingmaiar:

Celebrimbor: So, Annatar, what’s Valinor like these days? Changed much?

Annatar: I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA It is……. too painful…. for me to recall. 

Celebrimbor: What’d you do during the war?

Annatar: Fought! The bad guys! 

Annatar: Under captain….. Blond…erson. Vanya McBlonderson. 

Celebrimbor: Sounds legit

Celebrimbor: Say something in Vanyarin! 

Annatar: Tragically, I was raised by bears

Celebrimbor: Aw. Well, do you have any Vanya friends you can name?

Annatar: Just bears.  

magicbunni:

arrogantemu:

wanderingswallow:

Finally, a decent overlay map of Middle Earth and Beleriand! I had no idea that so much of Thargelion was still there.

Worth noting how much of the Lord of the Rings – indeed, how much of Middle-Earth – is post-apocalyptic, picking through the half-salvaged scraps of a drowned world. 

Poetic. And true.

In some old post you had told that fractals are ainur catnip. Is this relevant to all ainur in you verse or just Sauron?

misbehavingmaiar:

All my fractal-related headcanons are under the #Fractal Basilisk tag. 
(THE DEADLY. Fractal basilisk tag.) 

 I mean… it’s 90% crack, but it has a couple of roots in actual headcanon theories? XD

Fractal hypnosis is mostly relevant to the mathematically/geometrically inclined Maiar (Langon is susceptible to ice fractals. He can go to rehab with Sauron.) 

Something in the Maiar programming for completing tasks and identifying substances related to their origin makes them want to track the iterations of the fractal until they find the end. But it just keeps going! AHAHA WOW THERE IT GOES AGAIN JUST LIKE THE LAST 1,000,000,000 times! I wonder what it’ll do next!  AMAZING!

I figure it’s both relaxing and stimulating and it engages 100% of their CPU, so they just kind of freeze up and blue screen until something snaps them out of it. Hence, “catnip”. 

I don’t think Valar are affected by fractals at all, simply because they’re that much more familiar with the properties of Infinity.

“And this habitation might seem a little thing to those who consider only the majesty of the Ainur, and not their terrible sharpness; as who should take the whole field of Arda for the foundation of a pillar and so raise it until the cone of its summit were more bitter than a needle; or who consider only the immeasurable vastness of the World, which still the Ainur are shaping, and not the minute precision to which they shape all things therein.”

I mean… Melkor probably CAN see the entirety of the fractal down to subatomic particles, and just doesn’t care?
Like, “PFFFF, infinity-schminity, been there done that! Why do you think I came back from exploring the Outer Dark? You think I’d still be -here- if there was something cooler happening literally anywhere else in creation?? Hey, guess what’ more interesting than math: ME.” 

misbehavingmaiar:

Song: The Wolf and the Swallow– Mikolai Stroinski 

‘Sleep, Oh unhappy, tortured thrall!
Thou woebegotten, fail and fall 
down, down from anguish, hatred, pain,
from lust, from hunger, bond and chain,
to that oblivion, dark and deep,
the well, the lightless pit of sleep!
For one brief hour escape the net,
the dreadful doom of life forget!’
~Luthien’s spell on Carcharoth, Canto XIII, The Lay of Leithian

//An enticing and compelling Thauron.. lots of eyebrow wiggles..Dat gold dust! XD Jokes aside: a very well researched character with compelling motivations, flaws and virtues, amazing art and the ability to be serious and yet not take yourself too seriously, thus making your presence on the dash not only extremely intense, character wise, but incredibly fun.

( *ENTICING FLEXING* )

Friend this means so much to me; your writing and your wit, your understanding of character and your humor  are a constant inspiration to me. I am mutually delighted by your every appearance on my dash. ❤ 

misbehavingmaiar:

Beren: But where is Huan, where the hound
to whom I trusted, whom I bound
by love of thee to keep thee well
from deadly wandering unto hell?’ (130)

Luthien: ‘I know not! But good Huan’s heart
is wiser, kinder than thou art,
grim lord, more open unto prayer!

‘Good Huan,’ said he, ‘guard her well!
In leafless field no asphodel,
in thorny thicket never a rose
forlorn, so frail and fragrant blows.

my guy. my dude. Beren. friend. are we talking about the same
fragile and fragrant rose who just kicked the ass 
of Sauron and is on her way to walk in to Angband, thrown down with a giant motherfucking wolf, sing Morgoth a little night-night song and then walk out again without fixing her hair? While you’re literally peeing yourself hiding under a table? 

is that

the same one

son you’re gonna need some cold water for that burn

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