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How about some Dark Lord sex that ignites confetti into a fricking conflagration – and a spiked confetti canon exploding wouldn’t go amiss either? So damned done with this confetti!

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LET IT BURN

What other chemical elements, you, The One who Arises in Might, loves to eat? Aside from gold. *whispers* We all know that you can be fished out with a golden treats.

*cough* 

…My weakness is well known. 

We never interact, I’m just a spectator, but I wanted to say how much I enjoy your dialogues, they’re always so witty, clever, and just all around well-thought out. “On foot, with wolves” had me in stitches. It’s nice to see you back on my dashboard.

My heart just grew three sizes friend, thank you ;W; ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Lord Annatar – say, for instance, a winsome elf catches your eye. How would you go about pursuing him or her?

On foot, with wolves! 

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Ah, no no, I jest, forgive me. 
Your question is one I know plagues many new lovers; it is worth answering:

Firstly, i would suss out whether or not your interests are returned– if they are, you have one foot in the door already. Sometimes all that is required is an exchange of glances, or a word of confirmation.

But if their notice is not returned, do not immediately lose your nerve nor your heart; one mustn’t be afraid to make introductions. What is it about them that has caught your eye? Their music? Their laugh? The way they walk, their mode of dress? Speak on that– do not approach the topic of beauty unless it is clear that a simple compliment on appearance would be welcome. Beauty is personal and subjective; they may seem unbearably radiant to you– and between two who are already acquainted, that may mean all the world. But if you are only just meeting, then what are they meant to take from such a declaration? Who are you to them? What does your appraisal of their looks mean, if you are a stranger? No: if you truly wish to make a connection, for whatever purpose, one begins with the topic at hand. 

I know that it is difficult to approach conversation with someone whose presence overwhelms you, but it is absolutely key to not forget who you are, and where your strengths and interests lie. 
Remember that you are a presenting a case; a case on why they should take notice of you, speak to you, listen to your heart. If you are so entranced by them and what they have to offer, you will fail to give them any reason to return the notice. 

You needn’t be the Renaissance. You need only have some common ground.

Hah– and if you are a one man pantheon of talents, then do not seek to drown them in a display of all your achievements like an overbearing peacock!
 Ask them what interests them, if you do not already know. Speak and show that which relates to this interest. If they are a performer, comment on the performance. Be earnest. Make it clear that you care what they are thinking, that you are interested in all that they have put effort into. Then– only then– should you show your hand, reveal a glimpse of the lining of your heart. A quick brush of flattery, a single note of personal attraction. Their reaction should tell you if you if the path is open or barred. Keep in mind their response may be delayed; not everyone knows what to do with a compliment when they receive one! 

If your admiration sits favorably with them and is immediately returned, then things may move rather quickly from there– do not hesitate to seize your luck and run with it. Hells, you may find a convenient spare room then and there to pursue your ardor! But otherwise, and in most cases, do not seek too much too quickly. Attraction may spring up in the heat of the moment, but the will to act, to trust another with your affection, that is a much slower bloom. Wait a night. Wait a week. Meet more than once. Do not obfuscate your intentions, but neither should you lead with them, nor for any reason insist upon them. You are offering the rose of your affection, it is up to them to accept it or not. Take no for an answer, if that is the way of fortune: there are greener pastures for you elsewhere, do not waste time trying to force your way through brambles. It is unbefitting and tasteless to pursue the attention of one who has given you their rejection; it will befoul both your spirit and the waters of your next amorous appeal. 

But if you are lucky, and the mood between you has warmed, then communicate what you intend– whatever that may be. A touch may be sufficient. Words offer a poetic route. A question is the least ambiguous. 

…Now, hopeful lover, the scene I have painted may seem quite specific, but I assure you, it is a very basic algorithm, the variables of which can be exchanged almost indefinitely. X for intent, Y for setting, Z for the style of meeting, and so forth; conditions for proceeding being ‘yes’ or ‘no’.  

Remember, my student: you must make a presentation of your own appeal, and do not assume interest where there is none. Go forth and woo. 

Sauron, this is a bit out of the blue but what would you say if I told you your friend in the sea had a child?

So I had heard. Forgive me for not offering my congratulations sooner; I know this has long been a dream of my “friend in the sea”, as you put it. 
There have been few children born of Maiar, but they have all left their mark on history. I wish them well– though I note I was not invited to their naming or presentation, or I would have already given them a gift. 

Have you two ever done it *in* a volcano? If yes – how does that feel?

It is to become molten yourself; churning under immense and building pressure, no longer separate beings but a boiling, smelted sea; bursting with heat and unbearable sweetness until the dam of earth can hold you no longer, and your love bursts gushing over the hills, the steam of your breath mounting to heaven. 

Tell me, how does a Dark Lord… entertain oneself when one’s preferred partner for– ah– Sunday-type activities is unavailable?

The same way you do, I imagine; with a stirring fiction in mind and two free hands, give or take the aid of some intimate devices… 

In fact, sometimes my preferred partner is myself. Learning to give pleasure to yourself is an art of its own, wholly different giving or receiving pleasure with a lover. Not only can you attain some of the most thrilling sensations a body can experience, but it offers insight into one’s own private needs and fantasies– itches that cannot always be scratched by another.
I fully believe that a healthy relationship with your own body will enhance your ability to communicate and enjoy any future liaisons with a partner as well.  

I recommend it heartily to all, even to those who are strangers to having bodies in the first place!

…Honestly, and there are those of our kind who question why one would choose to live primarily in corporeal form rather than drifting as an aimless, senseless ghost. Do they know what they’re missing?

so. -cough- my lord Sauron. uh. about that Very Scientific study of flexing leg muscles. which is purely for scientific reasons.

Ah, you again. 

Pardon the delay, I’ve not had the time to indulge your oddly specific and somewhat revealing request. But I’d be remiss to deny such an avid student of anatomy! Science marches on: 

Will that do?

Who says embarrassing things in their sleep?

That’s not fair at all! Lord Melkor is the only one who sleeps regularly, and thus has the more opportunity to grumble whilst in the grips of Irmo’s whimsy. 

He’s only thrice called out about spiders, and twice carried on an imaginary conversation with his brother. The rest of the time he’s only muttered about the dark, secret things gnawing at the roots of the world– hardly embarrassing! 

Do you have a post explaining The Sea of Maiar?

I do!  😀 Sort of!

I think the best meta description I have comes from this post: 

“In WesleyVerse, all Maiar are given their original bodies by the Vala they chose to serve. The body is crafted, then given the sacred fire/life by Eru, and then filled with the unique consciousness that was drawn down out of the collective consciousness I call the Sea of Maiar, which exists in the Halls of Eru. This is my compromise between the Silmarillion canon, and an idea from the early drafts where the Valar behave much more like the Aesir, and the maiar are their physical children.”

And there’s a brief description of it on this comic page, which I’ll transcribe here because fuck that is a bad font, what was I thinking:

“In the time after the First Music, the choir of Ainur came down to Arda so they might shape it according to their vision in the Halls of Eru– a vision I recall now only dimly. 

For the Valar are they who knelt at the feet of the One, and knew Him, and knew themselves. But we Maiar thought and felt together, a sea of being. We had no discrete self, no will of our own.

That is why we call each other ‘Cousin’ or ‘Brother’, according to our caste, while a Vala is always ‘Master’ or ‘Father’.

“There are two mirrors of abstraction between a Maia and his function: All we know of our purpose comes from the Valar, and the Valar’s knowledge comes from Eru. 

Good and evil were taught us not by example, but by what brought joy or anger to our Makers– and that is true of all the Ainur. 
Only the One knows the truth of all things, for He is the stem of of truth; or so we must imagine, if we are to trust in His designs…

And I did. 
I was a good, and admirable Maia. My happiness was untroubled in the lee of Aulë’s faith. Not a ripple of doubt tested me.” 

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