"I Won't Hurt You" Said The Liar

see no difference

my pretty LE-bat with dissociative identity disorder

two identities of my boy an enthusiastic little fucker and a hungry whore

Ah, if anyone is interested, if we take the headcanon of Adar awakening at Cuivienen, he is around 5 900 years old, of which ~288 he was free & happy, and here’s the count

Years of the Trees

lasted 1 500 Valian years OR 14 373 solar years. 14 373/1500; 1 Valian year is ≈ 9,6 solar years (a little less)

Year 1050 Elves awaken at Cuivienen.

30 Valian years of peace (288 solar years) for the Elves.

Year 1080 first Orcs successfully created.

420 Valian years or 4 032 solar years in captivity until the beginning of the First Age.

First Age

lasted 590 solar years (no Valian years anymore)

Second Age, according to the show

is set ~ 1000 years after War of Wrath

288 + 4 032 + 590 + 1000 = 5 910 years old (a little less, as I rounded off the Valian/solar ratio)

after almost 600 years of darkness

this character and others which I draw belongs to our dearest GM @drart503, thank you for our love and tears!!

my dear boy Teo and his beloved Egaeon, who will later turn out to be Nyarlathotep in human guise

here he shows Teo the Ley Lines

Fireborn

My fire boy, dancing far, far away from his golden cage.

I was eating dinner when I saw this news, and it felt like my head exploded and went flying around the kitchen. Sitting here and can't stop crying.

Rings of Power Season 2: Adar Role Recast With Sam Hazeldine

The role of the orc army leader Adar in The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power has been recast for Season 2, with additional new casting announced.

:(

WELL MARK ME AS SCARED AND HORNY

mr sauron pls fuck me

The next chapter of my what if TROP were like ATLA fic (a.k.a Elves with complicated feelings go on a journey) is up!!!

Summary:

Sauron presses his neck along Galadriel’s blade, laughing. “Go ahead.” He hums and the entire room vibrates with it. The shadows curl all around them, drift up their legs, threatening, entrapping. “Look at you both.” His words fall softly from his tongue, but the edges are all blade. “You with my ring, and you with my gauntlet.” Sauron’s smile stretches beatific, the picture of false innocence. “My precious things.” The sounds all but coo from his throat. “It is good to know where my things are, after all.”

The air in the room thickens, clouds around them, choking, and the scent of fire curdles in from nowhere.

“For when I want them.” He presses closer, looms over them. “For when I have need.”

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Or, Sauron, at last, rears his ugly head.