drunk Bulky Finrod attempting bellydancing is an important thing in my life recently xD
but it actually makes some sense since in my mind the ultimate tune of Nargothrond is this [x] just picture this o.o also i can’t help it but imagine him singing at the same time
Oh buff Fifi, come wriggle this way!
“OH IS IT A DANCE OFF YOU WANT NOW? YOU WANT A DANCE-OFF? BRING IT ON SCRUB I’LL GIVE YOU A DANCE-OFF.”
and then bara finrod and bara sauron belly-danced for supremacy
and everyone was a winner
Hello everyone!
Since I am currently, as people threading with me will have undoubtly noticed, a bit low on Irmo-muse fuel,
I am today and now launching a trio of Angband muses!
A balrog with confidence issues! I happy-go-lucky knuckleheaded troll and an ice wyrm with a foul mood.
Go and say hello 🙂
And another reblog for the later crowd.
Come plot/grab the starters o.o
An interesting trio of muses!
a headcanon that the elves don’t like to offer wine to Gandalf because, despite all his powers, he gets drunk quickly and starts doing embarrassing things. like braiding their hairs. or dancing on the table. or both.
“We cut you off after the Second Age for a reason, buddy.”
masteroftheseas replied to your post “WHAT IN ARDA HAVE I STARTED? Is this a contest? Have I been made…”
//I AM LAUGHS FIRST THERE WAS THE WAR OF WRATH, THEN THERE WAS THE WAR OF ASS.
A brief summary of my blog last night
I’ve been redesignin Morgoth lately but still not sure about these sketches.
I’ll probably go with the last one
SWOONING ALL OVER THE PLACE *__*
Someone’s rather clever juxtaposition of live footage to the Rite of Spring sequence from Fantasia.
WELL SOMEBODY’S ENJOYING HIMSELF
I’ll probably slap some color and rad flame effects on this tomorrow.
*chuckle*
Well certainly! Who among us has conquered all the fanciful loves our dreams can conjure? I have found that oftentimes a dream un-realized makes reality all the sweeter; regrets bring into focus the many delights we do seize for ourselves, though it makes our restless hours more bitter.
A false dichotomy! Why choose one when I can have both?
It is no boast to stay I’ve stamina enough to indulge the pair of them twice over, and it takes at least two elves to sate my appetites.
More than that, I benefit from their own coupling, allowing me time to recuperate while enjoying a delectable view besides! They make a very handsome couple, you know; my bed and I are very lucky.
Ah… the details I could divulge! But alas, the hour of midnight approaches, and the time of chronicling my carnal affairs draws to a close.
WHAT IN ARDA HAVE I STARTED?
Is this a contest? Have I been made unwitting judge of some wager between the Valar? Will this start a war? Am I become Paris of Troy?? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??!?
*sucks in air through teeth*
Now there is a work of art.
M-madam! Are you in truth asking me to compare the ass of my father to the Huntsman whose rear half is a horse?
No. No, I shall not tread down that path.
As for Mandos and Irmo— Mandos has none, and Irmo is largely incorporeal, thereby disqualifying himself.
I hold none of their asses in esteem, but I feel that it would be somehow unfilial if I did not vouch for Aulë’s… He made mine, after all.
Fëanor? That dried out strip of rabbit meat? Kch! I will take the queen of the valaraukar any day.
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