I heard that Thangorodrim is Melkor’s way of compensating for small genitals!

misbehavingmaiar:

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Why should I need to compensate for their smallness? How ridiculous would they look if they dangled and flopped about like a pair of rabbit ears? 

Pray tell, WHICH creature praises labia so long and cumbersome? ….Or were you referring to one of my other sexes? 

*REBLOGS THE POST THAT LOST ME SIX FOLLOWERS*

maura-labingi:

As he lay in bed he could hear Thorin still humming to himself in the best bedroom next to him:

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day,

To find our long-forgotten gold.

Bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears, and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams.

heres a closeup of hot wet dream blacksmith thorin cause well:

MAHAL TAKE THE WHEEL 

wesleyart:

Some recent reaction images from the RP blog —RivkaZ 2015

I try to whip these things out in under 30 minutes with no reference; just get the expression and body language down in vaguely recognizable order with minimal scribble-pasta and call it good. Every once in a blue moon I’ll get so pissed off at a wonky detail that I’ll go back and fix it, but for the most part I just move on and try to draw things better the next time. XD 

just in case you needed slightly-higher-res versions of Sauron’s eyebrow gymnastics 

brilliant-smallfish:

felthier:

fmptard:

(Oglaf) *site NSFW*

The Dawnmenders discussing their new uniform.

One of the best Oglafs in several months.

nothing NOTHING HAS EVER NEEDED TO BE ON MY BLOG MORE THAN THIS 

for Sauron: I have heard you have a long-thwarted yearning to tie up your master and fuck him senseless, a thing you have longed to do, made impossible by his encounter with Angainor…

How you came to know such a thing, let alone how it spread to rumor, is a troubling mystery— I have never spoken of these desires except in confidence. 

But I cannot tell you that it is untrue. Not though it pains my heart to say so.

It is no secret that I have such appetites; to bend a thrall or a playmate to my will is indescribably thrilling— but you must understand that even if I were to put Melkor in chains beneath me, he would still be my Master. It would be an act of service. I would have it no other way. I love him.

What is more… ah— it is a complex matter. But I would be doing so not to satisfy some lust of mine, but rather to unlock a wicked memory and break its power to hurt my beloved, to alchemize his pain into a sense of comfort and pleasure. 

The scars of four ages in bonds have not left him. He may never recover the body he had before his imprisonment… that is why I hope to help him come to bear the body he has, and love it for what it is.

But it is a difficult thing for Melkor. He is a Vala, the most tempestuous and mercurial of them all. He is unused to inertia, to wearing a single flesh, to weakness.

He has not yet allowed me to …

He has not wished to confront his weakness. It is easier, I think, to gaze upon the reflection of the Silmarils in his mirrors, and escape the pain, rather than learn to bear it. 

I hope that once this war is won, we will have the leisure to explore the bodied realm together. Then he may suffer me to bind him, and please him, and in restricting him, pacify his shame and rage. 

“Lord Sauron, I’ve heard you’re in the habit of giving… personal rewards to those of your subjects who please you. *hastily clears throat* And for Lord Melkor, I’ve heard the greater part of Húrin’s curse was having the best seat in all Angband to hear your lovemaking.”

“That depends on the servant, and the service provided. Some who please me are rewarded only with an easy death, others with gifts of gold– and yes, some with sweeter things. Those who offer their lives and their kin’s lives in service are treated as valued soldiers. It is not unknown for me to find worthy companions amongst their number. But they must earn their place.”  ~S

“Even -I- am not so loud… Húrin witnessed only what I bade him witness, and I do not invite my enemies into bedchamber to see my unguarded moments. If he DID hear me take my pleasure, it was as a show to taunt and humiliate him– not because I allowed eavesdropping.” ~M

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