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Aw hell yes FIEAH

also there is a tiny dragon on yer wall that pleases me

Oooh myyy, now there’s a maia… Honey why don’t you ditch that old ball-and-chain and come over the fun side of the force.

~~Of course you’re in a bubble bath. Why wouldn’t you be in a bubble bath…~~

DID SOMEONE SAY SILMSELFIES? CAN I PLAY TOOOOO?

POPSTERS YOU ARE NATURALLY IN CHARACTER ALL THE TIME XD ❤

and Sauron approves very much of The Darth on your shirt >w>`

Okay first of all how dare you

second of all, it’s cheating if you, yourself, are actually an elf

*pitiful herald noises*

A prayer to the dark Lord(s)

// I do not know if I’ve already pestered you with this poem (if I have: I’m sorry!), but in the doubt I will again. it is an unfinished, and edited, work from Giacomo Leopardi (one of Italy’s most gifted poets).
This translation is by me so… well.. Still: here is to the august attention of the Dark Lord(s)

King of all objects!
Author of the world!
Arcane viciousness.
Highest power and highest
intelligence.
Eternal,
author of evils and governor of motion.

I do not know whether this gladdens you,
but watch and relish,
contemplating
eternal.

..Nature is like
a child
that so quickly unmakes what it made.
Oldness
Either dullness, or passions filled with pain and despair..
Love!
With different names the plebs name you:
Fate, Nature
and God

But you are: Arimane!

I won’t speak
of the storms and plagues, gifts of yours that
other gifts you are unable to bestow.

You give the ardour and ices and the world raves
searching for new orders
and laws
and, it hopes,
perfection.

But this work of yours remains
immutable.
Because the nature of man
always will rule ambition and deceit,
as honesty and temperance are left behind
and fortune will be enemy to valour
and merits won’t
be enough to thread your own path
and the just and the weak will be oppressed.

Live, Arimane, and triumph,
and always will you triumph!
An envy the ancients thought came from the Gods against the mortals
Why, god of evil, have you put in life some semblance of pleasure?
Love?
To torment us with desire,
with the comparison to others
and to our times past?

I do not know whether you rejoice from lauds or curses
Your praise will be our weeping
witness to our suffering.

Weeping, for sure, from me you shall not have:
but a thousand time
by my lip your name will be cursed.

Never
will I give in..

..If ever a favour was asked of Arimane:

grant me that I won’t live through
my seventh lustrous

I have been, in life,
your most fervent preacher,
the apostle
of your religion.

Reward me!
I don’t ask of thee any of
what the word calls goods,

I ask for what is deemed the
greatest of misfortunes:

Death.

I do not ask for richness

nor for love,
the only worthy cause of life

I cannot..
partake of life..
anymore

(Totally jumping on this bandwagon.)

Also, bonus picture.

Sudden Valentine delivery…

My maiar are truly the most thoughtful…

Oh Maeglbagel! You’re a gem ❤

From the DM:

It should be obvious that the above calculations for the trajectory of an arrow do not take into account deceleration, drag, viscosity of the air, etc., but they’re a start.

;^) <= from my wretched mortal gaoler

(( Oooh, the most elaborate arrow yet! ))

It’s so -sweet- how you still look for me in the stars… Don’t think I haven’t noticed. They get “Aulendil’s Apprentices” in the Void; I never miss a show.

Cut from the same cloth, and yet so much more ambitious than I… How does a brother of mine sleep at night? Knowing he fled from Angband when his master was in peril. I sense that ambition will be your undoing, while lack of it may be mine…