#melkor wip

[lida-leeda]

Hello again. It's been almost a year. I hope it's just a year.

My excuse is that I made it, I got my life together. Currently staying with my boyfriend, (soon to be husband if everything goes well financially) and saving for my first car. Life's been crazy. Got a new job to support myself as an artist and moved on, and even if I struggle to contain stress at work, I'm grateful I return home to the man I want to spend the rest of my years with. Time stopped when I drew for the first time a couple of days ago after an entire year. I feel alive again.

I hope I returned to stay this time:)

[ughtumno]

Update!! Im finding out that I work best in b&w white cuz the sauron piece im working in is... not going as planned. But Im finding my groove with this style!! Dont ask me how many times i drew on the wrong layer and never fixed it

edit: its finished!

[mephisto-art]

Little angbang sneakpeak 🤫

If you read Innocent you know what panel this is inspired by ;)

[cy-chiin]

[wip] my take on mairon 🙈

might change some things once i nail down the fullbody design ssksk

[eri-pl]

"Nothing is evil in the beginning" (but it needs a better title, this line is too overused) (for @morgoth-into-the-void-week day 4)

Melkor character study. Surprisingly no TWs, despite sticking close to canon. If I even get this far in the timeline, there won't be drastic descriptions.

But we're in his head (3rd person) and watch him spiral downwards. I guess this may be unsettling. As for now I got through Ainulindale and it's pretty benign in my opinion. A lot of unheatlthy emotions though.

Why do I love writing characters who are wrong? For the irony? Maybe.

No "thee" this time, because the format is weird already. I hope it's readable enough. It is a bit experimental in form. I also hope to some day finish it all the way back to the Void.

Fic below cut.

"I can handle this."

"You can't. You would unmake yourself in an instant. You need to learn. I love you."

"I could. I know I could." He lunges into the void, seeking, yearning, burning to create. It's empty. It shouldn't be empty. He will make it full. "I can handle this."

"Come, meet your kin. Learn them, learn with them. I love you."

"I will. Later. I need to see what's there, I need to find It, I know You will let me one day, I need to. I will learn them later."

"You have to choose. I love you."

"I can do both. I can handle this."

A melody comes, and it's stranger than the Void.

He makes it even stranger, stretches it into far reaches of his thought, far into the Void, where he can make it into something that never have been. And singing it, changing it, making it kindles a light in his heart. It's almost what he had longed for. It is something where there was nothing. But then he stops singing and it fades, and what was it's not no more.

"Almost" is not enough.

He sings again, there is something in the motive, something yearning for an answer, if he could only find it.

"Come, sing with your brother, learn to harmonize with him. I love you."

"I need to understand first! I can't let anyone muddle the question before I find the answer! I can handle this, I can find it, I will not fail You."

"You will. But I love you, Melkor."

He sings louder, desperate to hear it, to grasp it. It's still not loud enough. He needs to grow. So Melkor stretches into the Void, trying to be more than he is. Melkor. That his name. It fits.

Everyone gathers and Melkor meets many of his kin for the first time. Still, his thoughts are wandering through the Void, seeking the answer. When he manages to become fully present and feels the others, the Music has already begun.

It had begun and continued, changing. Not like one motive, explored back and forth in his mind, in his singing, but... Like a line. It had more of this strange quality of passing and then being no more. It was beautiful, but boring, slow. When will we get to filling the Void?

The others sang wrong. It wasn't the song Melkor had been given, it was simpler. Less important. Melkor sang louder to lead them into a more worthy music.

They didn't want to be led and started quarreling. He added more ideas, showing them what could be, what he could make if they stopped slowing him down. If they let his questions bloom to their full glory, if they let him seek the answers undisturbed. Yes, they were trying to help, he was aware of this. But they only slowed him down. He could handle it by himself.

Some managed to help a little, though, adding to his song, and it grew even mightier. But still not mighty enough.

A new theme appeared, but it didn't help, as most of his "kin" still didn't understand anything. A few went quiet, a few more joined him, but this still wasn't enough. Why? Why would they not understand?

Melkor sang as loud as he could, turning his voice into a defeaning roar, yet still, they opposed him. Even his so-called brother. Mostly him.

How could they all be so stupid, so— there was no concept for this. How they sang was— it was like imagining a wrong solution to a problem, but without the "imagining" part. It made Melkor feel things he'd never known before, and they were not entirely unpleasant.

There was strength in this feeling. He channeled this new sensation into his song and many of the others finally shut up.

Then, before Melkor could develop his theme, another break.

He resumed his song, accompanied by some others, seeking... What was he seeking? The quiet countermelody, too slow, too chromatic and yet not tense enough, distracted him.

…He had been asking a question. It had been important. And his foolish "kin" made him lose it.

He would find it again. He was the mightiest, if he wouldn't find it, than no one would. And it was too beautiful to be lost forever. So, he had to.

But first he needed to convince the others, to make them understand that they were singing wrong. They kept stealing his chords, harmonizing them into something unbearable, something... painful. The pain was another new thing.

Another sudden break, halfway as something was beginning, something—

"Melkor, my beloved child. There cannot be a wrong music, none of you can change it against Me even if you try. And if anyone dares, they will prove a part of my plan still, and they will witness beauty beyond their furthest imagining. I love all of you."

All of them. But when it came to a reprimand, Melkor is mentioned specifically. Even thought they were the ones singing wrong.

That hurts.

A Vision appeared before them, solidifying again the order of Time, but Melkor didn't pay much attention to it. And hearing that he was but a part, but an insignificant embellishment—

Something changed.

New beings appeared, like the Ainur but yet unlike. How? How was that not impossible? So fragile, and yet they had a depth to them, and a blinding newness. Something inside them called to Melkor: an answer and a question. He needed to understand. And those creatures, those silver and gold juxtapositions, moved erratically and yet too slowly, not letting him see clearly, not letting him—

What? He started in amazement at how much those Children (was he not enough?) were given, waiting. But no gifts were offered to him, or any of the Ainur; not even to his boring, obedient brother.

Why? A tempest swirled in him, those feelings he'd put before into Music, and a piercing longing. It was as if the whole last part of the Song sounded in his heart.

Melkor pushed it back.

He could handle those feelings, nobody needed to know how lost he was. He would find himself quickly. He'd got enough reprimands already, he didn't need to make it worse by asking stupid questions. Apparently he wasn't good enough. Well, he would prove himself. He could handle this.

First, he had to make this messy place worthy of those tiny, absurd creatures endowned with such gifts. Which, of course, meant that he had to work against most of his so-called "kin", who understood nothing of it.

Why did he always have to do the hardest work?

But he was the mightiest. He could handle this.

the Vision is gone, interrupted earlier even than the Music, and there is Darkness. How can it be gone, after Melkor has put so much effort into it? It hurts, but he can't show that. He has to be mighty. To prove himself.

The Darkness seems to look at him with too many eyes, and he needs to hide his pain his secrets from it, so that it doesn't interfere with his plans. Most of the Ainur look at him with anger, and even the few who joined him shy back in fear. But Melkor needs every tool he can have, so he decides that being feared is a good thing.

"I know that you long for the world to be, that you yearn to meet and know something unlike you, and yet akin, separate and yet real. I love you all, and so—

Eä!"

[tinypidjensstudio]

Heres a silmarillion W.I.P 😁

[tar-thelien]

Now for the glass :)

It's finished here

[lvsifer]

the sweet & talented @cilil tagged me on WIP Wednesday, so have a lil snipped from the next chapter of my Paul x Feyd fic <3

Feyd-Rautha lies down on the bed, closes his eyes and thinks of the boy. Reflected red light slashes the tenebrous room in half, a laceration that cuts Feyd-Rautha off by the chest. He touches where the light warms his skin just above his seventh rib and dips his fingers between his costal arches. Here. He imagines Paul’s blade push inside. He moans. “Come to me, Atreides,” Feyd-Rautha murmurs into the empty room, then throws an arm over his face, bites at his own skin enough to bruise while his free hand sinks between his legs. What if the secret door opened and the boy came to him now? Feyd-Rautha imagines Paul’s lesser weight on top of him, spreading Feyd-Rautha’s thighs.

And ALSO, this super old angbang wip from...2016..........that I will finish...some day:

Yet in gloaming Melkor had once more returned, gargantuan and of-augury. A light had shone in his eyes, both fiery and frore. Naught of offering or promises foul, only this: his hand extended, and crackling along the whiteness of his skin, power. And Mairon had taken it. For what Mairon wants is not to serve. He wants to make. Suddenly he needs not pledge himself. Nil binds him, but his own will to power. Torn from slumber, he for the first time sees, and stares into the depths of the world. And deeper than woe or servitude, cradled in igneous rock, lie his own blackening desires, clamouring for eternity. And eternal shall they be.

tagging: @sauron-kraut (i know cilil also tagged you but still <3), @jamlocked, @liesmyth, @saintstars, @crackinthecup, @curufiin @theskeletonprior

[mai-komagata]

WIP Wednesday

Ok, I have a fic that is silvergifting but its pretty close to done (i.e. that is a lie but let's say 70% done), so I'm not gonna post that. But i have another fic that is so far away from done, but I like this scene so im posting it. Its Halbrand reminiscing about Melkor to Galadriel (but she doesn't know its Morgoth he is talking about, and he is changing details to pretend it's a human lover). It was supposed to be smuttier but I just get sad when I write it, so its stalled. But here is the scene.

“I will never see him again. Elves live with a certainty of immortality. Your loved ones are gone but not forever. You know you will find them again in Valinor, when they are healed of their pain.”

“You disbelieve in the gift of Eru Iluvatar to men?”

“What has Eru Iluvatar ever done for me to have faith in him? The Valar send their emissaries, we have witness of that. Why would I place my trust on something beyond that?” 

“The Valar are real. I have seen them.”

“The Valar, yes. But they are not all benevolent.”

“You speak of Morgoth. He is banished into the Void, and won’t return until Dagor Dagorath.”

He was silent for a while. Then he smiled, “You are right. I should keep faith. I shall see him again one day.” 

“You might yet love again.”

“Not like that. I will never be that person again.”

Thanks @damnyoubishop for the tag!!

[junk-whunk-punk]

lovas CHECK DIS OUT

I CAN DRAW AGAIN WOOOOOOOH

metal alloy smut WIP but there's only tyelpe yet😚

HE'S GETTING SEDUCED, CAPTURED (by someone's ass) AND DISTORTEEEED👹👹👹

[winds-of-zephyr416]

Oh, oh, I'd love to see a snippet and/or read a summary or explanation of "Now They Are Everyone Else's Problem" ;D

Also, thanks for tagging me <3 <3 <3

No problem :D

“Now they’re everyone else’s problem” is the working title of another cracky angbang oneshot lol. It was one of those ideas that struck at 10 pm and kept me up til 12 writing it, as a lot of my other oneshots are

Basically, the fic is from Gothmog’s perspective as he and Thuringwethil pester torment help Melkor after he makes a fool of himself in front of Mairon. It’s self-indulgent memey crack to the highest degree, and Gothmog is not helping in the slightest :P

It’s like, a quarter finished at this point? Currently Melkor and Mairon’s inability to be normal about each other is pretty self-contained to Angband, but I’m debating on whether or not to extend “everybody else” to the good guys too. Something about Melkor and Mairon making Manwë cringe with the sheer level of their awkwardness gives me life xD

Hmmm, I don’t really have too many good snippets from it since it’s very incomplete, buuuuut….

This pretty much embodies it, I think.

[ughtumno]

WIP: cant sleep, heres my melkor and sauron HC

hopefully i dont go down a rabbit hole LMAO:

sauron is a notorious shapeshifter and is extremely methodical; I imagine he changes his form often as needed but can get very attached to some. i.e. Annatar, Werewolf, The Eye

whereas melkor is chaos incarnate. i imagine him taking only a handful of forms. putting an emphasis on his size rather than physical appearance. he wants to feel god-like compared to mortals but sizing down to meet Sauron at his height to kiss him on his hot mouth

but also... i just like to think they enjoy being big around each other

i need sleep so ill explain nothing else goodnight

edit: i fucking forgot to line saurons nose so dont look too close please he needs a rhinoplasty

[mephisto-art]

Your angbang sneakpeak, sir, per usual 🧑‍🍳

[billanony-art]

It will take 6 years to do all the embroidery on the dress, after all I can't do anything about it as I am a fabric designer 🧵🥻

[damnyoubishop]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Just a little flavour of the next chapter. (Sorry I haven’t worked out how to tag others!) This is a silver gifting fic- Sauron x Celebrimbor, where Sauron is pregnant. Yes I am insane.

The fic is here-

The excerpt-

‘The child should be mine’ Melkor growls, hand possessively clutching at his stomach, the other at Sauron’s throat.

‘But you couldn’t even do that right, could you, little whore. That’s all you’re good for, being bedded.’

He is deadened with fear. ‘No- how are you here-‘

Melkor strikes him so hard across the face he feels his jaw shatter. He cushions his stomach from the fall and whips round, but Melkor is too fast and he picks him up by his throat again, roughly shaking him, sharp talons sinking into his skin.

[trash-ainu]

Hnng...

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Too many fic ideas......