art for @misbehavingmaiar’s dark lords bc they make me feel feelings 8(
jfc fidelis… you drew the crown around Melkor… like a cage….
…and Sauron beneath holding a little ember of fire…a last bit of splendor amidst the refuse of his master’s deterioration…
(✿ʘ‿ʘ) how dare you
…Speaking of Patreon, this was last year’s holiday bonus art! Since we’re coming round on 2018, I figure I’ll post it here; if you want to see this year’s bonus art, consider joining my Patreon, and stay tuned! 🙂
Please enjoy this rare sight of Melkor wearing clothes. Sort of. We’ll call it a mixed success. Anyway–
Happy holidays from MisbehavingMaiar! ❤
I… ought to explain.
Before the sun and moon, before trees, before the lamps, all the Valar and their attendants gathered to build Arda as they had seen it in the halls of the creator.
The work was seamless; we knew not tiredness nor hunger, there was no change of light to mark the passage of time, no seasons to break the years of labor. We did not rest; not for eons.
But every project has its complications, and at some point it became necessary to halt the production of earth’s materials in order to address certain… conflicts of interest. Not all the Valar agreed how best to implement the Theme, and Eru Iluvatar did not always answer their queries, or answer directly. So it was decided: once every seven thousand years there would be a sabbath. Work would cease, and the Ainur would discuss their progress, set new objectives, and refocus their mind and hearts on the glory of the Theme. We called it the Quietus.
That was the only time a maia like myself could leave aside their tasks and mingle with whosoever we chose. And I suppose this is a matter of history now, but after a time, I chose to spend that time in the presence of Melkor. Many of us did. He was immeasurable, bright, glorious… His notice felt like a beam of sunlight that singles out one flower from a field. The mightiest of the Valar, looking down, picking you out of the many– for an instant you were greater than all others, brighter, warmer, more significant to the universe.
Once, I stood in the palm of his hand and he lifted me to his eyes and said: “I have never seen a maia stronger than you. I would know you even in the Sea of Maiar. You are harder and more beautiful than all the others. Would that you were mine.”
I loved him so much. I would have done anything for him.
Would you believe that when I finally did enter his service, leaving everything I had known and abandoning my father’s care for the sake of him, I did not dare speak to him unless he bid me to? I could hardly look directly at him. It felt like an indiscretion. The Valar all have Vala mates– they do not consort with Maiar, save for Melkor, and they loathed him for it. Even we Maiar spoke of the act with distaste, gossiped about it in horror and intrigue. It was blasphemy. We are less than they.
He had to teach me, with many, long lessons, how to blaspheme. How to touch him without flinching. And oh, I longed to touch before I ever brushed so much as a finger against him… I am lucky that Melkor had the patience in those days to tease me out of my mold, else I might still be as chaste as a new-poured casting. But he has no reservations, my Master; he happily drifted weightless into my arms as soon as he was moved to, let me sink into him like an iron rod into molten glass. I do not even remember where it began. I had him across an anvil, against the pillars of Utumno, knelt before his golden throne, between his legs. God, how he sang… he was vulgar and sweet and pliant, all the things I was not. All I wanted was to keep him breathless, praising me, his claws on my back, his thighs around my waist, soft and searing, opening for me. I want that still, I will want it forever.
The world is ash without him.
You are correct, on both counts.
Ainur do not need sleep, yet neither are we barred from it. The Eruhini require it to maintain energy and sanity. For us, it is merely a pleasant reprieve from the flow of time, a chance to lose ourselves in memory, dwell in Irmo’s realm to gain inspiration, clarity. (As I understand it, Irmo has never banned my Master from his realm– not even Manwë can command Irmo to close the dreaming.)
For Melkor it is different. His wounds are great. They do not heal, and they wear on him and his remaining energy. He must sleep; it is the last and only method of rejuvenation left to him.
I do not know what my Master dreams of, only that he sometimes glows golden as he did in the Beginning… it fades when he wakes. I have not told him this. It would… I do not think any good would come of it.
You may have heard that the Dark Lord never removes the iron crown, nor rests
his eyes. For obvious reasons, we prefer it this way– it is a most beneficial rumor. But nay; the crown rests beside him while he sleeps, in a chamber with no doors or windows, far within the heart of Thangorodrim. Only he has the secret of its entry.
The room is black, draped in silk and lined with the hides of giant beasts from the days before the sun and moon. It is more a nest than a bed chamber.
I have been there, when he allows me to stay with him. He is oft restless, and though exhausted, cannot find silence in his own mind. I do my best to comfort him.
Okay so here, as promised, are some sporadic and uncalled for smutty Sauron headcanons courtesy of Sexual Sunday.
I have no excuse and I ask for no pardon. This is entirely NSFW and filthy. You’ve been warned.
1. Sauron really enjoys feasting holidays of mortals and elves because everyone tends to plump up a bit and get really hedonistic about food and cuddling and everyone’s squishier than usual and basically he’s a big fan.
2. Old headcanon, obviously, but goddamn does he like a nice zaftig figure. Like, are you all curves? Fuck yes. Are you one curve from top to bottom? Hot. Get on his face he will take very good care of you.
3. He genuinely appreciates cum. I mean, I don’t think anyone finds it to be like, great tasting (well no that’s a lie I guess there’s that one cookbook…) but it’s incredibly hot to him and he will be shameless about licking it up.
4. If you want to hear what a bass-baritone man sounds like when hitting a voice shredding note in ecstasy, he’s your guy.
5. There’s no ~*special maia sex magic*~ or whatever in his personal life, he’s just an intuitive pervert who’s been around along time and pays attention. …Unless he’s with Melkor, in which case things can get kinda freaky-metaphysical and sometimes physics-bending. (Melkor’s like: hey you know what would be better than fucking me? fucking five of me while they fuck you. y/y?)
6. Another old headcanon; he’s very tongue and mouth oriented. His tongue especially is a primary erogenous zone and he can genuinely get off just from kissing and licking and going down on his partners.
7. If/when going down on a clit, he uses his lips primarily and skips the tongue until later for when that shit actually feels good. He does not fuck around with eating pussy. This is not a job for weak tongue-tickling. He will stuff that whole goddamn thing in his mouth if he has to. He does not need to breath. He’s got this. He is very vocally enthusiastic about having got this.
8. Same mentality for handjobs on in-parts. He like to keep the pearl in the oyster until he can really feel the liquor flowing, if you know what i mean in a gratuitous seafood metaphor way.
9. Sometimes he and the bae will go in for hour-long penetrative fucks that consist of very slow, very deep micro-thrusts and rocking. Because he’s got the upper body strength of Atlas and he can basically just hold Melkor in place until he’s completely out of his brain and whimpering.
10. Gosh he loves cock. In the switchiest, horniest, most uninhibited throat-fucking way possible.
11. About eight inches, big around as a your fist*, mostly straight with a nice bellcurve on the head, generous but neat foreskin, goes a kind of deep burgundy when seriously aroused.
* “Fist" is relative and slightly hyperbolic, but basically, HE THICK
** He also thick as in he’s just kind of all around meaty and for the most part doesn’t feature sculpted abs so much as furry, well-padded muscle
Yes, yes we do! Thank you for noticing. We do try our best to Iron Hell and its vast, subterranean prisons running smoothly… Time for a dip!
As you can see, our bathing apparel is both timeless and ideal for all elements.
“Master I wish you’d take the crown off while bathing…”
You’re a funny maia, lieutenant. Crown stays.
No. Not for anything on so large a scale.
I’ve been furiously angry with him for upsetting my forge– or using my stock of ores as his personal buffet without telling me–! But his choices never angered me; not his long absences, or failures, or his fits of bile and distrust. It’s odd, isn’t it? The small, trifling quarrels could send us into rages, yet the great disasters, I cherished. I found they brought us closer, in a way.
I was frustrated.
That seems a mild word. There were aspects of him that I feared and hated very much. I saw his obsessions driving out all that had been wild and curious and carefree, and I… there was nothing I could do, as a maia, as a lover– I could not turn back time, and all the love in the world would not heal the wounds he carried.
…If I had rebelled– and it is difficult to determine how I might have done so, as my service to him was voluntary– it would have been to rip away those hateful lights he’d fallen prey to… Would that betrayal bring back what had already burned away? I very much doubt it. However much I longed to have him back, it would have severed the last bond of trust between us, and I could not have born his wrath, or worse, his sorrow, at their loss.
So I did not rebel. I do not think it would have changed matters greatly if I had– except to prove correct those who called me a turncoat without loyalty.
A Serious Query for Followers and Friends:
If my comic, Forging Arda, were to update on a regular basis, would you become a backer to help support me? Rewards would include things such as sketches, textless, large-format comic pages, wallpapers, live-streams, and even things like original hand-painted paper dolls or figurines.
HELLO I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH ❤
I apologize for my extended absence from Middle Earth! I have been away for several reasons, mostly due to my pursuit of income and stable mental health, but also because I’ve been sticking my toes into the shallow ends of other fandoms. Which is good! But I have unfinished business to attend here!
To those who have no idea what I’m going on about, my little Silmarillion webcomic, Forging Arda, has been my pet project for several years now, and was the reason I started this blog in the first place.
The comic started out as a six page exploration of Sauron’s (née Mairon) beginnings as a maia of Aulë, his relationship with his duties and creator, as well as the seeds of doubt that will lead him into the service of Melkor.
After its initial six-page debut, I added new pages at the rate of… one a year.
I cannot stress to you enough how badly I would like to change that.
The situation: I have dozens of pages of finished script and notes, pages full of thumbnails panel sketches, stacks of folders full of reference material, and importantly, the time and the renewed mental energy to pursue this project thanks to the wonders of modern medicine. I’ve been polishing my trade skills in the last couple of years; I’ve made a concerted effort to improve my art and my writing, worked with deadlines, different types platforms, clients, and styles. My next goal is to get myself to some live drawing sessions and art classes in Seattle to really solidify the foundational skills that I didn’t get drilled into me as a self-taught artist. I’ve made some very significant improvements in my mental health during that same time span– and this too is an ongoing process, with non-trivial obstacles and pitfalls, but the progress so far has been very inspiring. I’m ready to go forward and tackle a big project.
The dilemma: The big project keeps getting moved to the back-burner because of conflicting priorities.
I have a very unstable source of income right now. For the last several years I’ve been surviving on support from my family and the money I can pull in with art commissions. To put it bluntly, if I stop doing commissions, I can’t pay for groceries. 😦
Doing commissions has taught me SO much, and I am grateful to the point of bursting to you guys for supporting me and being so generous while I learned and grew as an artist. The problem with this is: while I’m reliant on doing art commissions, it means I very rarely have time do literally anything else. If I’m drawing, I better be drawing for money, and if I’m not drawing for money, I need to be finding new clients.
Starting a Patreon would help me bridge that financial gap so I can start committing the time and energy to my comic that I need to finish it, while providing regular new content for everyone, and a lot of cool stuff for my backers so I can give back some of the love. ❤ But I’ll only be able to do this if I know I can get the minimum amount of support I’d need to cover expenses–
honestly, just $50 a month would be enough to get me started.
So without further preamble: Would you be willing to spend $1-$10 or more per month to support me creating sexy dark lord comics on a regular basis?
all fandoms have all these characters with Steven Universe gem versions so here, wanted to give it a try, a fusion between Melkor and Sauron
GET. ON. MY. BLOG. YOU. BEAUTIFUL. MONSTER.
Come on, we’ve all wondered! And herein may be compiled a list of pros and cons to keeping one’s iron crown, resplendent in stolen jewellery, on during the act of copulation.
PROS:
- Reinforces an air of majesty.
- Maintains ‘Dark Lord of the Earth / Moringotto’ aesthetic at all times.
- Amazing toplighting courtesy of Silmarils.
- Asserts dominance. Mairon doesn’t have a crown…
- Sort of helps to hold hair back from face while making out.
- Fëanor seething with rage in the Halls of Mandos becomes actually audible haha suck it loser.
CONS:
- Uncomfortable to lie on – spiky adornments are not overly conducive to relaxation.
- Might accidentally disembowel lieutenant while giving head.
- Balance becomes imperative. No salacious lunges unless that thing is glued on.
- Might accidentally burn self or lieutenant during proceedings.
- Potential for unsavoury bodily fluids on the Silmarils.
- Mairon is occasionally distracted by bright shiny things so may detract from focus.
lbrh we’ve all thought about this
At last, the answers to last Sunday’s HotSpotMeme are ready to be viewed! Sate your curiosity, my voyeuristic friends!
———————NSFW images below the cut———————
“For points (and gratuitous drawings), guess the top three erogenous areas for both muses! For the purpose of this meme, each muse has three secret spots that make them go weak-kneed and hot under the collar when touched, genitals NOT included. “
(( FULL RESOLUTION IMAGES HERE ))
Three areas to stimulate if you wish to make Sauron deliriously ecstatic:
1) Tongue
…the tongue is an under-appreciated sensual organ, and this one is famously greedy (to say nothing of fearless!)
2) Neck/ shoulder/ collar bone
…Shorter lovers are, happily, prone to latching on to this area during lovemaking.
3) Nipples
…Partner or no partner, these divine little buttons should not be ignored, for their effect is bafflingly intense.
And now, three areas to attentively rouse in order to make Melkor weak and flustered:
1) Ears
….now, who could those airy, feathered hands belong to?
2) Feet
….Flexible and sensitive, Melkor’s feet respond deliciously to kisses, nips, licking, massaging, and worship! …It’s a shame they’ve suffered battle damage…
3) Hindquarters
…Well you needn’t ask Sauron twice!
–BONUS ROUND–
Many of you suggested that Melkor’s sensitive bits might include “tummy” and “shoulder points”…. AND YOU ARE NOT WRONG!
Therefore, I reward you with a final drawing:
…Melkor came back from Valinor all soft and squishy like a giant, pampered, vicious toasted marshmallow!… That hadn’t had sex in three ages! Put your dick in that marshmallow, Sauron. End this tragic era of celibacy!
Cheers, my darlings! Thank you for playing my naughty game! 😉 Your answers were delightful. ❤
Ah, that is not necessarily true! It is only a matter of trust and skill, (though greater size is occasionally of some benefit… as Gothmog may attest); I only need ascertain that my partner is at least as capable and experienced in the matter as I am… if not, well! Let us say it is simply easier, and more pleasurable, if I take the reigns.
There are unnumbered roads to ecstasy and I have taken many of them, with any number of companions. However, it is true that under any given circumstance, I would prefer the touch, the chain, the claw, the caress, or the commandment, of my Master.
He is unambiguous about his desires, uninhibited in his expression. It is an unparalleled feeling, to be coveted by one so greedy, to know that only obedience is required to have every need fulfilled. Bliss is to trust completely in another’s control.
That trust goes beyond the flesh. His form as you see it is beautiful enough, but for one such as I, seeing him, feeling his natural and unclad spirit, being subsumed in the sea of his being is… beyond description.
(You must never forget that an unclad state, I am the smaller in the pair! For he is the Mighty Arising, as his name promises.)
In any case, stranger, I am pleased to know I am the subject of your voyeuristic fantasies. Ha! That is a road I too have taken, in both directions.
You think that because I am suited best to one element that I cannot appreciate the beauty of anything else?
We are not opposites, he and I, we are compliments. His “chaos” as you call it benefits from being revised and channeled, and without his energy; that raw demiurgical potential, my will to order would stagnate and become an repetitive catalogue of itself.
You don’t understand what he gave me, or how unusual it is for a Maia to reach outside his caste and seek a purpose in life that is other than the function given him at his creation. That I could choose to make him my Master, that I am able to create things of my own design— that is his gift to me.
…His primary goal has never been destruction. It is freedom; a freedom that requires the dismantlement of the tyrannous structures in place; and when they are undone, I will be there to help create a better framework for this dispossessed world.
But even without these considerations, Noldo… Even were we more at odds than we appear now, I would love him. And if you do not understand that, I cannot help you.
hmmMM… it was supposed to be Melkor/Sauron but I need to work on their designs oops
*inaudible shrieking* FAAAACE LOOKATHISFAAACEAAAAAAAAAAAUGHGHGHGHG ❤ <3<3 MELKOR YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BASTARD
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.
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