asymmetrical love


JRR Tolkien
Sketch and design for dust-jacket for The Fellowship of the Ring

In January 1954, six months before the first volume of The Lord of the Rings was published Tolkien wa asked by Allen & Unwin to suggest a dust-jacket design for the book. He replied, late in February, that he was ‘without both time and inspiration’, but before another month had passed he produced two ‘notions’ for jackets if the first two volumes, the Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers. “I can hardly call them more” than notions, he wrote, “owing to their technical deficiencies. But someone might be able to rectify them or produce something on their lines. (I have indicated the precise form and significance of the ‘elvish’ lettering.)”

Five designs by Tolkien of the Fellowship of the Ring jacket are extant. One differs from the rest in that a ribbon outlined in black ink and blue pencil runs behind the central ring (representing Sauron’s Ring), and the upper, red-jeweled ring (meant to be Narya, the ruby Ring of Fire worn by Gandalf, in symbolic opposition to Sauron) is offset from the centre, the runic text on the ribbon reads ‘in the land of shadows where the Mordor lie’, shadow and Mordor curiously inverted. The text in red tengwar around the centre Ring is, with minor differences, the Ring inscription in the Black Speech, as published in book 1, chapter 2: ‘Ash nazg etc..’ At bottom left and right are the other two of the three Elven rings, Nenya and Vilya, the Rings of Water and Air, set with adamant and sapphire. Of Tolkien’s other designs for the Fellowship jacket, [the second picture]  is representative. The central device is almost fully realized: Narya suspended between stylized flames above the One Ring, within which floats the eye of Sauron (later, upon a field of black), and around which the Ring inscription is written in fiery tengwar.

From: “J.R.R. Tolkien: Artist & iIlustrator”, by Hammond & Scull, page 179

Asymmetric Love, Addie Wagenknecht
Sculpture (steel, CCTV cameras and DSL internet cables), 2 + AP
39 x 59 in (99.06 x 149.86 cm)

Twelve Hours

Summary:  The RFA+S wake up before MC.  In my Ideal World.  Not that long after Seven’s After Story.

Pairing:  Saeran x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life; Fluff

Rating:  M, for a little swearing and a little steaminess.

Word Count:  Approx. 1800

A miracle happened, that day.

Saeran woke up before you did.  That never happened.

To earn a living, your boyfriend did freelance coding and internet security algorithms, and the work usually brought him late into the night.  He had incredibly erratic sleeping hours, either sleeping in late, or taking random naps throughout the day.  More often than not, you ended up going to bed by yourself.  

However, the night before, Saeran had fallen asleep with you.  You had drifted off to sleep in his arms and he hadn’t wanted to disturb you.

It was your phone’s alarm that had awakened him.  It was an annoying, almost whining sound; you had picked it specifically because it irritated you and you would want to turn it off immediately.  Unfortunately, you had set that alarm ages ago; now, you were a little bit too used to the sound.  Abruptly roused, Saeran glared at the phone in question, then looked down at you, still with your head on one of his arms.  You didn’t move; your boyfriend smirked a little to hear you snoring lightly.

He hesitated, then reached over you to your phone, hitting the ‘snooze’ button for you. You always set your alarm too early.  A couple more minutes of rest couldn’t hurt.  Saeran wrapped you more comfortably into his arms, and kissed the top of your head.  

All mine, he thought, resting his chin in your hair.

He knew you had work, that day, but he never liked seeing you leave.

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I absolutely love how asymmetrical the humanoid digimon are. I love how their clothing is often chaotic, looking like they’ve been pulled from several different outfits (and often literally stitched together from other digimon)

I love that even though they’re humanoid they often have very non-human features, such as out of proportion limbs, or masks covering their faces (suggesting something monstrous could be beneath??), or even machinery and other non-organic objects fused to them

idk. I know the humanoid digimon get a lot of shit, and it’s popular to accuse digimon designs of being overdesigned/cluttered. but for me the chaos is definitely part of the charm. to me they look like these beings that have become too powerful, causing their bodies to mutate, or forcing them to steal data from other digimon, or mutilating themselves with attempted upgrades

even if they appear cluttered at first glance, if you really look at their designs you find so much too. from clever accessories, to recurring elements and references to other digimon. you get the impression it’s all deliberately added

and honestly? it’s so self indulgent too. you can tell all the belts and asymmetry and everything else are entirely the artists #aesthetics. the designs are often just fun because the artist is obviously having fun. and I totally support that


Reference for silly kuro!juu was from one of my pictures lmao. Was also looking at harajuku styles at 6 am in the morning. Initially was going to draw Juuzou in cutesy or weird af clothes, but it quickly turned into a visual kei thing. (I didn’t know what to draw tbh) I love asymmetrical clothes and vk OTL I guess it suits him.


Sammael is such an ultra adorable and aesthetically A+ monster, the suits are works of art and I want to hug them!

The Boston Hour (3/?)

In which Belle is an Antiques Roadshow super-fan and Gold is her favorite appraiser.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The appraisal.
WORDS: 3,108
A/N:  These dorks were quite popular on TMI Tuesday this week. You can check out the Q&A in my [fic: the boston hour] tag. :) 

[Part One] [Part Two] [Read on AO3]

“Why don’t you tell me about what you’ve brought here today, Mrs French?”

“Oh, no– No Mrs.” Belle rushed to correct him, jumping at the opportunity to point out her relationship status. “I’m not seeing anyone. …I mean married. I’m not married.” She clarified, setting her book on the table with trembling hands. “…Not that I’m uh, seeing anyone either. Because that statement is also very true.”

Rumford’s brows hiked upwards and his mouth hung open. It looked like he was about to say something, but instead the color of his cheeks just deepened. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “Please, ah– accept my apologies, Miss French. I… didn’t mean to presume.”

“You know– it’s fine.” Belle said with a swat of her hand. “You can uh, call me whatever you want, Mr Gold.” She smiled, and in the corner of her eyes caught Ruby struggling to hide a burst of laughter.

“…Oh.” Rumford’s lips remained rounded by the syllable for a moment before slowly curling into a grin. “Of course.” He cleared his throat loudly and focused his attention to the book. “Well then, let’s get into it, shall we?”

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Hello! I reached over 200 followers a little while back so in celebration of that and me getting through finals without coffee, I decided to do a follow forever for some of my mutuals and favorite blogs! It’s been a little over half a year since I started this blog but I’ve met some of the most amazing people during that time and it’s honestly been such an honor. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for supporting this mess of a blog/blogger. 

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