Month: October 2016

which one of you is the sluttier one?

It’s not easy being both mother and father of atrocities. I have to get around.

…Though I dare say my lieutenant is not above using his wiles to secure alliances.  

For Sauron: What do you think of me? (/Lame, I know, but we’re very curious to know :3)

Ah, you. Are you not something of a smith yourself, as well as an entertainer?  A rare quality for one so blond of hair, but one that would not be surprising if you are indeed the kin of old Felagund. 

  Looking you over now, I find you not unshapely, if a bit blandly elfish for my personal taste. I see a bit of Finrod in you, too. Something in that strong Noldor jaw… Makes me want to force you to your knees. –Not that I’d be so rude to an honored guest in my Master’s hall! 

 If I touch your arms, I find them firm and round as a tree branch, and these shoulders have a pleasant curve to them. I see your skin is marked with scars most prominently. Here, and here. Was this a smithing accident, or an orc? That must have hurt, but the result is striking. A lovely rake of color across that marble flesh. 

Yes… I’d say your scars are the most interesting thing about you, Gildor. Scars are pathways, a map of old sensations and a road to new ones. They want tracing; some intrepid explorer may make his way down them some day. But it will not be me. 

[Come to think of it, inquiring muns wish to know… how *do* the Dork Lords take their coffee? Actually, that raises a lot of interesting questions about bean cultivation in Arda…]

Black, strong, boiling hot, full of sugar, and with a squirt of cream. 

I feel so personally attacked right now....

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Et tu, little brother? 

Ossë is a fish, I can understand his confusion, but thou? 

Oh, my maker, left but not forgotten! How can you ask such things? Have you no more pride as a maia once of Aulë? 

Aulë is father of the dwarves, lord of smiths… even his elf devotees wear beards! And are we not fashioned as mammals? Are we not beloved of wolves?

Why are YOU proud to be as hairless as mewling babe? 

This evening we deign to answer questions of a personal nature

I cannot think of a suitably flexible meme so I will simply open the inbox for those curious to know the answers to their burning, intimate questions. Do you want to know what we think of you? What we think of each other? Our favorite viewpoint atop a mattress? A scent that stirs us? How we take our coffee? 

Ask away. 

(( The tag for today’s inquiries shall be #ImpertinentQueries, and as always, my tag for NSFW / explicit content, should you wish to block it or if you are NOT 18 years of age is #Shameless Misbehaving ))

larplyyyyyyf:

LARPing means so much to me. It may seem geeky or lame or have a nerdy rep, but let me tell you, since beginning this crazy hobby? sport? cult? I have become fitter, stronger, and more outgoing. I’ve made countless friends, furthered my skills (like sewing, woodwork etc), and it’s given me a reason to get excited about something every week. It allows me to get away from the stresses and pressures of real life, which is a rare kind of blessing and I’m happy with the person I’ve grown to become. I’ve finally found ‘my thing’ and I’m never gonna give that up.

Swordcraft. Melbourne, Australia.
Waghorn Photography.

Source: larplyyyyyyf

misbehavingmaiar:

When the ages of the world unfolded in the darkness, and time opened like a flower, I was there watching, learning what was to come. 

I told you I saw one brother usurp another; the line of the second son taking the place of the first in the succession of kings. 
You stormed into court and put a sword to your brother’s neck; he denied any such plot, and I was branded a liar. But in the end, was it not his sons that bore the crown? 

I told you the continent would be overtaken by the race of Men.
You brought your armies and your dreams of new kingdoms over the sea, but when you arrived, found that Men were weak and harmless to you. Again, you point your finger: “Liar!” But in the coming ages, Men spread from shore to shore; their kingdoms eclipse your ancient strongholds, and all your kin are drawn away to the sea like ghosts. Was I wrong? 

And I told the race of Men: fear death.
Why shouldn’t they? For death is unknown even to the Valar. Fear death, for it is final, opaque. Fear death because Eru built the world on uneven ground, its blocks quarried from inequality, misery and injustice. Why should His afterlife, if there is one, be any different?  Eru promised you the elves would be reborn, yet who, of all speaking peoples, has ever returned from Mandos? Only a mortal man… and myself. 

Tell me: have you ever been given cause to believe God loves you? 

    When have I ever lied to you? 

#ngl melkor rock-climbing on ungoliant’s silk is probably the most exercise he’s gotten in 3000 years

tumblr user @asgardian–angels is wise and also not wrong

To: My Dearest Cousin
From: Your Favorite Fish

– You are always so generous with your creative talents, so it only seemed appropriate to equally dedicate myself to creating this portrait of you.

Nothing I could have done would have prepared me for this

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