Tag: Shameless Misbehaving

–Heads up–  I’m going to be deleting explicit NSFW art* posts on MisbehavingMaiar. If there’s anything you want to save for posterity, now is the time to save copies!

Unfortunately, this includes some gift art I’ve gotten over the years, and that is a huge fucking bummer. I’m not terribly upset about taking down my own NSFW art because frankly, that shit is old and it embarrasses me now. XD 

I will find a new home for the past and future nasties, and in the meantime, I plan on staying put until they fucking come for me. (ง •̀_•́)ง 

You can find me other places online: 

R. Wesley Nipper on Patreon  honestly the best organized place to follow me if you can spare the $1 a month and want all-Tolkien content

MisbehavingMaiar#5702 on Discord

TheOtherWesley on AO3

MisbehavingMaiar on SWG (mostly archived copies of early fic drafts, and old fics that probably shouldn’t see the light of day) 

@ThatOtherWesley on Twitter

(I guess message me if you’re curious about other platforms?)

– But honestly, there… isn’t really another place you can find all my stuff online. 

Tumblr has been my fandom home for 7+ years. I have some stuff scattered around other sites, but all of those relied on traffic I got from tumblr (and before that DeviantArt lolol). Anywhere I jump ship to, I’m going to have to rebuild from scratch. And that sucks, y’all. 😦  That sucks for A LOT of artists and other folks who did all their networking here, and are now getting kicked out because of dongls and tiddies that weren’t TOS violations when they were posted. 

You can archive and export blogs, but not followers, community connections, reblogs, and traffic. That’s the thing that sucks most right now. 

Anyway, if they roll back the Great Nipple Purge because of public outcry, that’ll be great. If we get a new, better platform out of the deal, that’d be great too. But this is a real slap in the face regardless, EVEN if we all basically knew this was coming since the Yahoo takeover. I genuinely wouldn’t mind migrating to a better platform and getting a fresh start, I’d just rather NOT do it with only two weeks’ notice and the threat of arbitrary deletion looming over me. e__e  

*I think explicit RP and in-character written posts are still safe? So they’re staying. 

**Also, MisbehavingMaiar is a sideblog, so if my main gets nuked for whatever reason, it’s gonna take all my fandom blogs with it. ᕕ(  ᐛ)ᕗ Yaaay, happy Chanukah! 

michaelmanning-art:

B&W inked version of  WATER SERPENTS 01

“To caress the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our heart.”

Hey so this isn’t Tolkien related at all, but I just love these ladies so very very Very much, and they are definitely the basis of a lot of my bendy-Melkor headcanons

(Also if you’re 18+ and enjoy *incredible* inking and kinky porn comics uuuuuhhhhhhh check out these comics they’re rad)

((**nsfw blog and comics, you’ve been warned))

An exercise in restraint

imindhowwelayinjune:

For @misbehavingmaiar, because they asked for it. 

❤

Curufin straightened his doeskin gloves and redid the silver fastenings on his jerkin, which had come loose during the day’s ride. There was a fire roaring in the brazier but it seemed to have little effect on him as he crossed his legs, folded his hands, and hooded his eyes like one settling in for a long wait.

Celegorm watched this all in naked disgust. “How can you be so bloodless right now? We should be rallying the damn troops, not waiting a minute longer for the half-breed’s reply!”

Curufin examined the stars embroidered on the back of his gloves. “I assure you that I remain entirely full of blood. Maedhros has said – and I agree – that it is only reasonable to give Eluchil another day to respond.”

Celegorm spat. “You and Nelyo make me physically ill. As if Dior’s lack of answer isn’t response enough! If he has to consider our terms then he’s not considering them at all. We go in and we retrieve what is ours, or have you forgotten that that’s how it works?”

“If you’re going to be ill, kindly avoid doing it on the carpet,” said Curufin, scuffing his toe over the spittle Celegorm had deposited.

Keep reading

*rubs hands together* it’s my birthday filth, precious~

imindhowwelayinjune:

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Once when walking I came on my cousin
Bare and blushed he set my blood a-buzzin
I hid in the tan wood
And tugged on my manhood
And grieved that we’d never be husbands.

–

“That last line is rather a slant,” said Turgon, cheeks hot.

Finrod grinned. “Is any of it untrue, though?”

“Let’s see how you like it, cleverbones.”

–

In a meadow I cast my rich robe off
For there was much heat for my skin to throw off
I made needless noise
To attract certain boys
For I am such a shameless bold show-off.

–

“Weak,” tutted Finrod. “Very weak! Each line ending with the same word? I cry thee cheat, Turukáno.”

“And I cry thee – ”

“Taboo,” croaked a raven alighting on the balcony rail, and both young men froze.

“Sorry,” said Finrod, after a pause. “Did you say something?”

The raven cleared its throat.

–

Two lads spoke with lyric and jest
As if rules only applied to the rest
But jest bespeaks sin
And souls rot in the bin
If you toy with the thought of incest.

–

Manwë rubbed his hands together as he watched Finrod and Turgon part from each other with haste. “There, that should fix them. Nothing like poetry to avert deviance! No, fly thee on, Crabanor! Their eldest brothers are next.”

His Windiness, Lord Cockblocker strikes again 

admirable-mairon:

The only version of this meme that we truly need

Y’all are being inappropriate and scaring poor fishy – for shame

@misbehavingmaiar @theotherwesley @masteroftheseas

A:LFKDSJ THE REAL QUESTION IS WHY ARE YOU EATING A SALAD IN FRONT OF MY FUCKIN COUNTER??

FRIENDS I HAVE BEEN BLESSED AND CURSED SIMULTANEOUSLY, WHAT DO I DO, HOW DO I RECOVER FROM THIS

elfinfen:

If Feanor survived, he would certainly meet with his brother once.

– Какие эльфы! Ноло! Сколько лет, сколько…
– Прекрати это. И я тебя внимательно слушаю.
– Тебе к лицу этот мех!
– Да, спасибо. Так что же там по кораблям?..
– Замерз? Отогрею кровь род…кхм…полуродную!
/на фоне звуки ора и рыданий руссингона/
/и остальных счастливо обретших друг друга родичей/

@fullbrotherinheart  >w> 

admirable-mairon:

adunxphel:

Adûnaphel says, fuck the old black rags the Nazgûl have to wear. Can we have this instead? / @admirable-mairon , @misbehavingmaiar, @khamvl

…. Will Khamûl, Ji and Murazôr wear them too?

Absolutely NOT. 

Do you think I‘d allow my servants to wear anything so cheap?
Look at this, it’s vinyl held together with glue and wishful thinking! 

You’ll wear real leather with real stitching or no catsuit for yoU! 

do you ever get the urge to destroy butts more glorious than your own

…Er… that depends entirely on what you mean by “destroy”. 

I’m not a jealous man. I’d count the presence of excellent posteriors besides my own a blessing! Not the basis of rivalry. 

As they say, when possible and when no missing rings are involved, make love not war. 

Is nudity still allowed on this godforsaken hellsite? If so, please enjoy some Melkor being sassy with Grond. His aesthetic is All Spikes All The Time. 

So what you’re saying is: *Throat torn out, pretty lady that just iicked your ass halfway to mandos practically steps on you and commands you to do things* -> Oh no she’s hot

I’m not above admitting what is true, and common knowledge: Luthien was a great beauty. And I am a man with particular tastes. 

I was not remiss in my duties–  I would have killed her if necessary, or much more likely, held her for ransom in exchange for her father’s compliance, perhaps even the opening of Doriath. 

But with the safe luxury of hindsight (and a healed throat), I confess that being ordered to submit by an assertive young princess with a fire in her eye and a certain, savage curl to her lips wouldn’t be so regrettable. What can I say? Sometimes the view from one’s knees is a thing to be treasured. 

maedhros sparked fingon’s sexual awakening can you write it

thelioninmybed:

Sure can!

There were a hundred thousand moments that it might have been; Maedhros, nimble fingered, picking twigs from Fingon’s hair and trying not to laugh after a disastrous attempt at amateur ornithology; sharing a horse after one came up lame upon a hunt, his cousin’s warm body pressed against his and an arm looped casually about his waist; swimming together naked in the chill waters of Elendë, the reflected ocean turning grey eyes almost blue.  

It wasn’t any of them.

Would that it had been.

No, when Fingon first looked at his cousin and felt desire kindle in his heart and heat coil in his loins, though they did stand beside the water still, it was not the sea that was reflected in Maedhros’ eyes.

They were black from side to side, all pupil, and in the light of Fingon’s torch they burned.

“You came,” Maedhros said. He was panting, chest heaving, lips drawn back to show his teeth in what might have been a smile or a snarl or neither.

“I did.” Fingon bit his own lip against the sudden desire to kiss that fierce look from off his face. “What happened? Why did they turn on us?”

There was blood on Maedhros’ face, a long smear of it following the contour of one high cheekbone, more splattered across his surcoat, and the sword in his hands was dark with it from point to hilt.

Fingon’s pulse quickened at the sight of it and he stepped over the corpse that lay between them to touch the smudge upon Maedhros’ cheek.

“It’s not mine,” Maedhros said, turning his head to lean into the caress. “None of it is.” His voice was rough, from calling orders, Fingon thought.

“I know.”

“Fingon, you shouldn’t-”

What Maedhros thought he should not do, Fingon never did find out. The patter of booted and bare feet ran hollow upon the jetty as five sailors rounded the nearest hull and came racing towards them.

Maedhros leapt to meet them with all the grace of a stooping hawk, side stepping a thrust and slipping his own blade up beneath the lead fisherman’s guard to open up her throat.

And Fingon raised his own sword and was lost. 

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