#big daddy melkor

[not-so-legendary-legendarium]

Sauron and Melkor had a lot of gay energy :3 It was long and hard, but I did a good job. If I can say it to myself...

[cilil]

Does Mairon...

...have magic hair? At least it's very pretty. It can probably combust too.

...have magic hands? Definitely. People were set on fire, and he's a sorcerer.

...have animals talking to him? He's the lord of werewolves. Nuff said.

Has Mairon...

...been poisoned? Not that we know of, though he would certainly claim one or two particularly bad cooks did this to him.

...been cursed? Yes, but mostly with good looks, charm and his amazing talents✨

...been kidnapped or enslaved? Yes. The Númenor incident.

...made a deal with an underwater sea-witch? Not that specifically, but he has a deal with the devil.

...ever had true love's kiss? Yes, because everyone is in love with him.

...have daddy issues? Probably. Eru seems to do that to people a lot.

Does Mairon also not have a mother? Nope, and none of the Ainur do!

Do people assume that all of Mairon's problems got solved because a big, strong man showed up? Yes, and that man actually was a prince too (though Mairon himself would certainly say Melkor caused a lot of problems than he solved...)

Conclusion: Mairon is a Disney princess

[princessfantaghiro]

MAIRON AND MELKOR : THE VERY BEGGINING OF ANGBAND 🖤 FIC

[My first fic about them, I hope You will like it a little!]

WARNING: Contains a few or a little more vulgar words.

About 66 thousand years before the poor Gollum slipped; and fell into the lava with the One Ring...When Mairon/Sauron and Melkor/Morgoth were very young. Entities/Spirits born from the thoughts of Eru!Ilúvatar, The Highest God..

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Mairon places the last two mountains of his design and workmanship on Arda. Forged by himself. He was particularly proud of them, because he had perfected every little detail; nothing disturbed the perfect harmony of the work. If he could shrink himself and get inside the mountain; he would be able to move around in it with his eyes closed. He knew it by heart, like the back of his hand.

He smiled at Melkor, who was sitting with a scowl; and his eyebrows bent into the shape of lightning.

- Oh, just look, Melky. I made an elegant mountain. I made sure that everything inside and outside worked perfectly. Some of those funny dwarves will live in it...

Melkor scowled at him, making Mairon laugh.

- I was just kidding! There is no such thing as dwarves. I mean, Daddy Aulë has some idea and I think I can keep up, but it's a Big Secret. Don't tell anyone, okay? Especially the Highest Father. Besides, it's not certain yet...

Melkor yawned at loud.

- Don't bore me, Mairon. You better check this out! I like this new sandbox for us to play in.

- Whaaat? - Mairon chuckled. - Did you just say "sandbox for us to play in?"

- Yeah. It's big. What does the old man call it? Artta...or something like that.

- Arda.

- I know Mairon, shut up. I want to play!

He threw all the water from the largest lake ever created in the Maiar's face.

- Hey, you dork...What are you doing, now there'll be a big, pointless hole here. Manwë will be pissed!

- Come on, don't panic. - Melkor winked, and then the lake filled up to the brim again. The eyes of Mairon brightened up like stars.

- Wooow, sooo cool! Come on, I want to do like that, too. Will you show me how it's done?

- Shh...I'll show you, but not now. Later, because the Old Man is watching our hands...

They immediately stood up to greet the Highest Father with respect. Mairon quickly wiped his hands on his work apron.

Eru Ilúvatar approached, walking majestically with his hands behind his back:

- How are things going, my younglings? How is your work going?

- Don't worry, Father Ilúvatar; we're almost done. Just a few minor corrections and...

Suddenly Mairon's eyes became as round as the saucers Yavanna loved so much.

- Morgy, put them back immediately!!! Please don't put volcanoes on Helcaraxë

- Why not?

- 🤦Because there's no jam! You'd move your cell-brains sometimes. This place isn't right for them. They'd ruin our perfect project!

The Highest God glanced at the part made in partnership by Mairon and Melkor.

- Nice work, kids. Nice work, really...the cat's whiskers...

Eru Ilúvatar mumbled under his breath, tugging at his sweeping white mustache.

-...almost.

Mairon lost all his composure in an instant. He shivered imperceptibly, and goosebumps rose all over his "body". He coughed nervously, so very humanly.

- Could one of you two kindly explain to me why Arda is flat? - Eru asked.

Mairon the Admirable turned completely red in the face.

He knew he wouldn't get out of this...

That's why he just hung his head, waiting for Father's reprimand.

- I think you'll admit that your imagination got the better of you boys... - Eru Ilúvatar sighed heavily, and his face darkened slightly.

- Marion, you know that I rely on you like no one else. I know how much you love order, and I hoped that at least you would keep an eye on Melkor. That you alone would be able to control him and not allow him to overdo it. To let his wild imagination run wild. That you would personally see to it that the shape of our magnificent Arda best suits the needs of all the beings inhabiting this planet... So please, tell me. What's this bloody PLATE supposed to mean?

More beads of sweat appeared on Mairon's forehead.

His hands began to shake, he nervously twisted each Ring, made during his apprenticeship under the watchful eye of Aulë, on his fingers one by one. The Greatest Smith liked them very much. He liked to admire them up close.

'What a terrible disgrace! Such a shame... How could I have allowed this!? How could I have allowed Melkor to overstep the borders like this?''

The Ainur had no idea where to look with his own eyes; unable to look into the face of the GodHead.

- But...but...when I was just explaining to Melkor that a flat world would be a highly impractical and uneconomical solution. [The strongest Valar, meanwhile, mumbled something under his breath: "But I don't give a damn..."]That giving Arda the shape of a ball would be a much better choice. But he didn't listen to me as usual. He's so stubborn...He rarely listens.

-I imagine...- Eru sighed.

Melkor, until now mindlessly forming some shapeless clouds in the sky and exploding stars; aimed an accusing finger at Mairon.

-I HEAR EVERYTHING, YOU COMPLAINING TALEBEARER!

Mairon paid no attention to him, focusing entirely on Ilúvatar.

-I can...we can fix this together...

Then Melkor couldn't take it anymore and, taking his hands on his hips; he screamed at the top of his lungs, staring angrily at the Admirable.

- Blah, blah, blah. A smartass has appeared. Do you always have to act smart? And I like the flat Earth and shit! - He turned on his heel, towards Father.

- And what will you do to me, old man?!!!

Eru pretended not to hear this, and ignored Melkor's remark, waving his hand dismissively.

- Never mind, someday there will be a general renovation, to correct this cardinal mistake... Let it stay as it is for now.

Mairon quickly tried to change the subject, feeling the awkwardness growing inside him.

- Dad Ilúv, and what about... That interesting island in the shape of a five-pointed star that Tulkas is working on; what's its name...

- And what are you interested in now, Mairon, when you and Melkor are working in a two-person group HERE, hm? Do you always have to know everything?! Let it go. Don't stick your pretty nose into all the projects, okay? It'll be a surprise. Don't let it bother you. Focus on your part with Melkor. I've already instructed Tulkas on how Numenor should look, and you really don't need to...

- HA! NUMENOR. Thank you, Daddy.

- Uh, never mind... Keep an eye on Melkor. I put you in the same group with him because his head is empty...

- Daddy, don't say that; you're hurting him!

- ...even though I gave him the most tools, the largest amount of my own divine spark. And you have a lot of ideas up your sleeve, and you can improvise if necessary, looking for unique solutions.

- Don't praise me like that, Dad; because your words like champagne will go to my head, peacock feathers will grow and it will be a disaster.

- Oh, come on, kid, come on...At least there won't be boredom in this space, barren as a cunt...

- DAD, TONGUE!

- Ehem, you didn't hear that.

- What? - asked Mairon with an innocent smile.

- Exactly, exactly... - Ilúvatar smiled. Then Mairon continued.

- It's just a pity I had to swing the hammer manually... My hands are bleeding to the elbows, see?

The son raised both hands to show the Father the blood running down them; still red.

- You gave Morgoth better gadgets, Dad. He only had to blink his eye 85,000 times, and things appeared. They are created just like that! It's not fair, I want that too. It's not fair that everything comes so easily to him...

- WHAT? - Melkor's cheeks burned with anger. Mairon didn't care about his moods at this point. He was staring at Eru, ignoring everything else.

- Mairon...Did you just say that I can't swing a hammer?!!!! I CAN SWING BETTER THAN YOUR SHITTY AULË THAT YOU STARE AT THE LESSONS!!!

The Most High and the Maiar still don't pay attention to the increasingly irritated Valar.

Ilúvatar puts his hand on Mairon's shoulder.

- I'm sorry, son. I'll tell you a secret...There is no justice and there never will be. It's just an illusion. A pretense that I've placed in your minds.

- What do you mean there's no justice?! I'll bring it! I will bring Order.

- Yes, you will...hahah. Okay, jokes are jokes, but stop now. Time is pressing us.

- Time? What is it?

- My new concept. You'll like it.

Finally, the screams of Melkor reached their ears, who was already getting into full swing:

- There is nothing beautiful in your shitty Arda! DO YOU HEAR ME, OLD MAN??!!!

The only beautiful thing you have ever created is... HE IS! MAIRON!!!

Called by name, hearing these words, Mairon Admirable covered his mouth with his hand in horror.

- Melkor, do not blaspheme! Father will be offended!

- THEN LET HIM BE OFFENDED, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

Ilúvatar stood unmoved. His face was like a rock, frozen in eternity; unchanging. Not a single muscle moved. He showed nothing.

- So you say the job is done.

- Finished, Father.

- Fine. So...

There is only one more thing I wanted to tell you, boys. A small matter, insignificant in principle.

Melkor and Mairon held their breath.

- You will give everything you have created - this strange, young world under our feet - to my children, and to your brothers; the smallest. Children of Ilúvatar, of course... You are older, you must understand.

- WHAT???!!! - Melkor and Mairon shouted at the same time. Eru Ilúvatar did not seem to hear them; for he continued with an absolutely unmoved face.

- It is time for the creatures of God, whom I have chosen, to dwell in Arda. My beloved children... Elves, Dwarves, and Men. So I have decided.

- But... BUT DAD! - Mairon began, stuttering a little. - But you promised us Arda! You promised that we could live there.

- You can. I will give you a small piece. I called it Valinor.

- But how? Such a small thing? And the rest...

- FOR ELVES, DWARVES, AND MEN.

I said it and I will not change my mind. You are older, you will share.

- But Dad...It is not equal. If we only get Valinor, and they get everything else.

- WHAT DADDY, WHAT DADDY???- Eru's face darkened.

- We worked so hard... We worked up to our elbows. Look at the foundations of Arda that I forged. Do you know how many times my hands bled while working? And these elves, dwarves, humans... It's a fresh concept. You're the one who's going to create them, and they've done nothing. Why should we give them almost all the fruits of our hands?

Melkor joined.

- Exactly, Mairon is right. THE WHOLE THING SHOULD BE OURS!!

- You promised us something more, Father. - Mairon added, although his voice was trembling.

Ilúvatar finally lost his patience.

- SILENCE! - he thundered, making everything that had been shaped so far shake.

Are you going to talk back to me? ME???! YOUR HIGHEST FATHER??? Have you lost your mind?

Mairon immediately felt his entire corporeal form freeze, terrified by the outburst of Eru Ilúvatar. He had never seen the One True God in such a state.

- And why are you whining so much, Mairon? I made you a servant. A WORKER! WHICH MEANS YOU SHOULD TO WORK ONE'S ASS OFF. End of discussion! One more word of protest, you spoiled brat, and I swear that...

- But...

- Okay. You wanted this! Get the f*ck out of here, you damn BASTARDS, now! Go down. TAKE THIS ARDA, I DON'T GIVE A F*CK. Do whatever you want there, I won't even look at you. YOU'LL ROT IN THERE, DO YOU HEAR ME?!

YOU WILL GET NOTHING, EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH WILL ROT IN YOUR HANDS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME???

YOU WILL GET NOTHING. THE ELVES, DWARVES AND HUMANS WILL GET IT. THE LITTLE ONES WILL GET IT. YOUR SMALLEST BROTHERS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I ORDERED YOU TO SHARE. NOT THAT YOU WOULD TAKE EVERYTHING TO YOURSELF. AND YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SONS. I CURSE YOU BOTH FOR ETERNITY.

Mairon immediately burst into tears at these words of his Father.

- OH YEEEEEEAH? And we get nothing from this, old man? - Melkor butted in.

- You two? NOTHING.

- Well, THAT'S FUCKING GREAT!!! MAIRON, GIVE ME THE HAMMER. I'LL FUCK THIS ALL UP. NO DIRTY ANTS WILL RUN AFTER MY PROPERTY!!!

- But... but only on yours? Or maybe ours by any chance?

- Ours, ours. Give me the hammer, I said.

Admirable gives it to him. A small hammer.

- What the f*ck is this? What kind of contraption are you giving me? Why so small, are you crazy???!

Don't piss me off Mairon, just give me the Greatest Hammer There Is. GIVE ME GROND! Because SOMETHING'S GOING TO SHOT ME!!!

I need to take a good swing...o.

- MELKOR NOOO!

Morgoth smiled:

- MELKOR YES. Give me your hand Sweet, we're out of here. I will no longer stand in a place where we are DESPISED! And don't cry Mairon, what are you, woman?

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PS. Sorry for my English, it's not my mother language!

[crackinthecup]

Throwback Thursday Tuesday

Tagged by the incredibly lovely and incredibly talented @gardensofthemoon and @cilil <3 Thank you so much!

I've gone with what might just be my favourite bit in Yield to the Moment (Angbang modern AU). NSFW under the cut.

Tagging @elevenelvenswords, @tarmairons, @sauron-kraut, @gerardspuppy, @markedasinfernal (only if you fancy! no pressure)

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The days roll on. Snow falls down from leaden clouds, draping the landscape in white.

They go out walking, kicking up sprays of glittering snow, Melkor with his cane, bundled up in shirt, jumper, scarf, gloves, and Aulë’s thick sheepskin coat, while Mairon floats about in a thin top and an unzipped puffer jacket.

They take the horses out for hacks through the fields and woods. A bright, silent world. A world that feels newly made, all theirs to explore, to mark with footprints in the snow and say I am here where no one else has been before. They kiss under bare branches glistening with frost. They laugh and laugh, endlessly, like children, the cold air making their lungs ache. They ride for hours, until the sun sinks down into the west and the snow burns red-gold with its passing. Mairon tells Melkor what to do, when to pull on the reins, when to tap his heels against the horse’s flanks; Melkor listens.

They have snowball fights.

They find big daddy longlegs chilled into near perfect stillness in dark corners of the house. Melkor screams when he sees the first one. Mairon doesn’t quite manage not to laugh, but he does so while trapping the offending spider inside a glass and relocating it to the barn.

They take their meals with Aulë and Yavanna, all together round the kitchen table, like a family. Yavanna is a talker, chattering away like wind through leaves, easy on the ears. She tells Melkor about the patterns of farm life: the secrets of the sheep, the joy of a crisp apple plucked right off the branch, a feeling like new life in her old bones when she wakes up with the first shivering light of dawn and she looks at her land, her animals, the seeds planted by her hands grown tall and made eternal. Aulë, on the other hand, remains as quiet as the day Melkor met him. His thoughts are thoughts of stone, slow in their forming but sturdy, unshakeable. One night, during dinner, he asks Melkor to pass the salt. Pass the salt, son, that is what he says. Son. Melkor half-convinces himself he didn’t hear right.

Mairon takes him to his father’s workshop. Puts on gloves, a thick leather apron. Pulls out a chair for Melkor to sit, and watch. Metal hisses, sparks fly, and they bathe Mairon in a deep-red glow, the colour of blood, of coals flickering in the belly of a fire. His hands work, deft, strong, wielding the power of creation. Unmaking, remaking.

Melkor falls to his knees. Willingly, helplessly, he falls. Lust burns in his heart; worship trembles in his fingers. Mairon’s cock cage clatters to the floor. The door is unlocked, so they must be quick, they must be stealthy, silken flesh across Melkor’s tongue, filling his mouth, nudging down his throat; Mairon’s hands so large in their gloves clamped to the back of his skull; desperate, half-stifled moans, and Melkor’s own wet slurping sounds, and then, then—

Mairon comes with his name like a prayer on his lips, and Melkor swallows, sucks him dry, laps at him till he’s twitching, whimpering, maddened by his taste, by the glory of his pleasure.

Every day, Melkor falls in love all over again.

[junk-whunk-punk]

«People make me be rowdy» part 2

@melkors-big-tits it's you again mr pretty daddy😳

Now we have a cool idea but I didn't know how to draw baby Langon with huge Melkor so let's just use fingers yet😭😭 maybe i'll do another one with them one day...

Sketchy hands on lesson for poor baby Langon...

*cries*

(i also wanted to add the text BUT WHAT CAN I SAY I'M TOO FUCKIN COMPASSIONATE)

[ao3feed-angbang]

Aulë's Boy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iuaBJY4

by catvelikaya

AU. Mairon likes older men – always has. So when his clueless dad brings his friends from uni over for dinner, and one of them happens to be juuust his type, he can't help but tease, much to his sister's objection.

Words: 1938, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Sauron | Mairon, Melian (Tolkien), Aulë | Mahal, Yavanna Kementári, Manwë Súlimo, Elbereth Gilthoniel | Varda Elentári

Relationships: Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor/Sauron | Mairon, Mairon & Melian (siblings)

Additional Tags: thinly veiled daddy kink, Age Difference, Melian is a cool big sister, Family Fluff, Melkor is a decent man, pre or non relationship if you wanna read it that way, unrequited (???) crush, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iuaBJY4

[saurons-pr-department]

Hi! 14, 18 and 23 for the ask game?

14. Saddest moment in The Silmarillion? Probably Fingon's death. Just moments before (for the reader anyway) he's so hopeful and then he ends up getting one of the more graphic deaths in the book. Like, I don't think anyone else's death is really described, so Fingon's death always really stands out to me.

(Actually, the other death that really stands out to me is Beleg's death. Not because it's his friend who he's trying to rescue who accidentally kills him. Oh no. It's because the first time I was reading the book I remember looking up from my page and saying to myself "I really like this Beleg guy" and then I looked back down, turned the page and straight away he died! T_T)

18. What is the hardest name or word for you to pronounce? Cuiviénen is the first thing that springs to mind. There's probably plenty more, but this one definitely is a big "Why so many vowels in one place Jirt? Why??". Though, I think I've gotten the hang of this one now, thanks to The Prancing Pony Podcast, but if I had never heard them say it, I'd still be completely lost!

23. Do you have pity for Melkor? Oh yes! And it's probably come through in some of the posts I make about him from time to time. I'll admit, I'm not a big "His daddy was so mean to him! He just wanted to sing his own song!" type person. I'm very much aware that Melkor's intentions were not pure. It wasn't really a case of him wanting to be an individual and not being allowed to. We're told that he changed what he was singing because he wanted to make himself more important. We're told he wanted to go to Arda and be it's King because he wanted people to serve him and call him lord. It's not really a case of a misunderstanding.

At the same time, I feel for him in that Eru is the one who made him so powerful and gave him some of the talents and knowledge of each of the others, yet at no point do we really see Eru directing him in how to use this or what this might mean. Also, seeing as he doesn't seem to be capable of making things from scratch like the other Valar, but instead can alter what's already there, I often think that that was his purpose, that he's there to bring in variation, diversify things, to build on what the others make. He also seems to have brought cycles to the world. The Valar were making things to stay the same all the time, which would be great for Elves, but everyone else would probably be bored out of their minds! He created rain, which anyone who has ever lived through a sudden lack of it will tell you, is very very important to life on Earth. Volcanos appear to be his 'fault', and while potentially deadly, they also give greatly fertile land, a variety of types of rocks/glass and they create more land as they go! (Volcanos are very cool and we respect them in this house).

Okay, I think I'm getting a bit rambley, but yeah, I think Melkor had a lot of potential to genuinely be a very important force for good, but Eru never seemed to properly instruct him, nor was his talent for altering ever understood for the usefulness it could have had (admittedly, he did use it to corrupt things out of spite which really wasn't helping his case....).

I'm also someone who gets really annoyed with Eru's whole "At the end of the world you'll all understand your position in the music better. Yeah, you'll all suffer horribly in the meantime due to your lack of understanding, but that's just something I personally I'm willing to sit through" thing...

Silm Asks

[legendariium]

Fingon

beautiful art by wombywoo !!!

smol notes on Fingon:

He is the shortest of all his siblings

He adores all of his siblings, and was similar to Maedhros in that he helped raise the younger ones. Mainly Argon; Finno was particularly protective and affectionate with his youngest sibling. Even when Argon far surpassed him in height, Finno still acted so. Finno would intentionally act overbearing sometimes just to mess with Argon

His hair is big, curly, fluffy, lusciously soft and smooth. He started wearing ribbons in his hair in an attempt to manage it; the gold stuck when Maitimo said he liked it on him.

I don’t ship Russingon in canon though i find it fun to post fun jokes about. For writing purposes I see them as being extremely close platonically; like, they probably would’ve spent their lives together

Finno is sweet but murder mode is activated if you hurt those he loves.

Finno was loyal to his family, but he was loyal to Fëanor as well, as stated in canon. He agreed with many of his views and had a bright fire in him as much as the Feanorians did. He knew instinctually it wasn’t Maitimo’s fault that the ships were burned, but he absolutely felt betrayed by his uncle after everything Finno did for him.

gray aro/ace Fingon perhaps ?

Finno is Gil-Galad’s adoptive father/uncle. In my personal headcanon I consider Gil-Galad to be Argon’s son, and Finno takes Argon’s wife in after his death; she’d just learned that she was pregnant.

noble cinnamon roll

Absolute daddy’s boy. He had the closest relationship with his father of all his siblings. Fingon was the only person Fingolfin saw personally before leaving to fight Melkor.

Fingon didn’t really want to be High King and it’s not something he would’ve ever chosen for himself. He felt much better as a general or prince of his own people than as the ruler of the Noldor as a whole, and never desired so much political power for himself.

[not-so-legendary-legendarium]

Hail Melkor! Our lord and saviour!

(He doesn't totally threaten me to say it)

[cilil]

AN: Another one for @angbangweek!

⚡︎ Prompt(s): Shapeshifting & mountains ⚡︎ Synopsis: Melkor and Mairon play an elaborate game of chase in the depths of Utumno ⚡︎ Warnings: Dragon daddy Melkor ⚡︎ Short oneshot (~600 words) | AO3

The halls and caverns under the mountain were vast, greater than even the halls of Aulë, a kingdom of stone and shadow in the bosom of Arda.

And there was a monster lurking in its depths. 

Mairon's breath came in small puffs of frosty white, visible in the cold air that surrounded him like a foreign force reaching and grasping for his warmth. He could sense that he had been spotted; the creature from below was on its way. 

Attempting to avoid capture, he ran. The patter of his feet echoed through the grand subterranean halls, almost unnaturally loud. His fiery locks bounced and billowed behind him like a flickering flame. From far away, yet drawing ever closer, Mairon heard claws on stone, rustling wings, the low growl of a mighty being pursuing its prey. 

He ran faster. His hunter followed. He was swift, yet no matter where he went, the sounds came closer. 

There was no escape either. Even his sharp senses found neither wind nor daylight within this icy labyrinth. 

Alongside the creature, Mairon heard his own heartbeat. It was fast now, erratic; it alone would betray his presence. Louder still were his breath and his feet, aching from sharp rocks and difficult terrain. 

At last he made it to a particularly great and spacious hall, reminiscent of a throne room. Before Mairon could even make sense of his surroundings, something large, winged and scaly rushed in, its mere presence so mighty that he was knocked to the ground and unable to continue fleeing. 

A clawed paw settled on his chest. It alone was big enough to almost cover him entirely. 

He was caught. 

His hunter was what would in later ages be known as a dragon, a huge reptilian creature with horns and wings and shimmering black scales. Gleefully, it lowered its snout to sniff him, then opened its fanged mouth to reveal a long, pink forked tongue and began licking him. 

"I caught you."

"You did," Mairon conceded and fell limp in its grasp. "I have been caught by the mighty Father of Dragons and King of Arda." 

He was almost disappointed when his words prompted his hunter to shift forms, the dragon shrinking until the tall, humanoid form of a great and terrible lord stood before him. The horns and wings remained, as well as a few patches of scales adorning grey skin, and Melkor looked down at him with bright purple eyes. 

He licked his lips. "Indeed. And now you are mine." 

Crouching swiftly to seize Mairon once more, he picked him up and held him like a groom would carry his bride. His tongue, still unnaturally long and forked, darted out to lick wet stripes across his face and neck. 

"Whatever shall be done to me now, lord?" Mairon asked, batting his eyelashes in faux deference. 

"I shall take you to my lair," Melkor purred, "and then you shall be part of my hoard, my prettiest and most precious gem, made from the Flame Imperishable itself..." 

"Ah! Such a terrible fate!" Mairon exclaimed theatrically. "Will perhaps a hero from the West come and save me, lest I be taken by the Dark One?"

"Nay," Melkor laughed, and his dragon tail swished back and forth gleefully. "There is none who could save you from me. You must yield to me, precious little flame, and be claimed as mine." 

Mairon pretended to swoon as he was carried down into the depths under the mountains by his supposed captor, an entirely too excited monstrous Vala. But the truth was that he was thrilled as well, impatient to see how their little game would continue — and which sinful, illicit acts would be performed upon him. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[ofromvnce]

task 001: character introduction.

(admin tangerine, 21, est) ☼ who’s that hottie, standing outside the love hotel?  it’s LIANA GALLAGHER, a BISEXUAL CISFEMALE, who looks a lot like LIZ GILLIES! ANA’ insta bio says SHE is a 27 y-o EDITOR and is looking for a  fun time this summer. SHE is into ROUGH SEX AND CREAMPIE, but not into GROUP SEX AND SCAT. by the way, she reminds me of UNREAD EMAILS and BLOOD RED LIPSTICK. i have a feeling things just got interesting!

quick infos:

full name: liana juliette gallagher

dob / age: january 1st / 27

pob: manhattan, ny.

kinks: rough sex, creampie, anal, roleplay, daddy kink, age difference, light bondage, light choking, teasing in public, tribbing, oral (giving & receiving), body worship (as in she is the one being worshiped). could be open to more, such as degradation, subspace, orgasm control. 

anti kinks: group sex (occasional threesomes will be allowed), scat, blood play, wax play, extreme bondage, extreme breath play.

3 favorite things: reading at the sound of the pouring rain, new york pizza, lingerie shopping spree.

3 things she hates: decaf coffee, the great gatsby (the movie; she hates leonardo dicaprio), messy bedrooms.

+2 positive traits: ambitious & organized.

-2 negative traits: untrustworthy & self-centered.

wanted connections:

friends with benefits: pretty self explanatory.

unexpected crush/attraction: she’s all bougie and shit, but she meets that rebelling “bag boy/bad girl vibes” person and she knows damn well it would drive her family crazy but she’s all about it. this could be a connection from the past and they cut ties and reunite at the hotel!

daddy: pretty self explanatory. might fall in love with him? might not? OPEN.

TAKEN! crush: they hit it off before the summer and before they both reconnect at the hotel. bonus points for ariana grande, avan jogia & victoria justice. = brodhi thomas

TAKEN! hate fuck buddy: they don’t get along well personality wise, but when it comes down to sex, they’re in perfect harmony. = melkor nilsson.

business partner 1: someone she works with at the publishing company. OPEN. following the scandal, it was a priority for jules to find promising authors and talent, not only to preserve their reputation, but also to show off to her family that she got what it takes.

business partner 2: someone she works with at the publishing company.

headcanons

childhood + teenage years:

only girl of a family of three older brothers (lennox 39, orlando 37 and sebastian 34) with an absent mother (edith) and a work-centered father (edward) , liana gallagher never thought she would be the heiress of the modern classics publishing company, founded by her grandfather. she kept on seeking for attention until she learned she was better off alone in her room.

she grew up in manhattan with an amazing french speaking nanny who made her interested in books and writing more than her father ever did. she even learned how to sing with this nanny.

she was home-schooled, just like her brothers. she will always be resentful for this, because she feels like she missed a lot of things in life by not socializing with kids like her.

now:

her mother, as the only contribution to her life, paid for her education, which she did in communications rather than literature. she did not see the interest of keeping on focusing on the old when new trends are waiting for them. she also learned french and is fluent in it, since she notices the amount of online magazines in french was so small it offered a great window for the company.

she is much more interested in turning the publishing company in a digital one than a classical imprint, but this is her evil plan.

she hosts a podcast about all kinds of topics and is waiting for the love hotel to provide her the kinky content she needs to complete her project.

her brothers, who took over the company with the agreement of their dad, were accused of tax invasion. her dad reached out to liana to save their reputation, little did he knew she loved the sudden power a little too much for it to be a temporary situation.

headcanons:

she gives off very dominant vibes, but is way softer than she looks. in fact, she appreciates when the other person takes the lead so she isn’t the one to make decisions for once.

she has a hard time disconnecting between work and life. it is quite possibly the reason why she was never interested in dating.

she isn’t into the whole “daddy” thing for the money or the fatherly figure, she just likes to see someone else be in charge and please her. they can gift her stuff if they want to, but that’s just extra.

high chances of 2am panic attacks. stroke her hair and hold her.

loves to play animal crossing pocket camp on her phone when the meetings at work are boring her.

blood red boss lady aesthetic at work, cuddles stuffed animals in pjs at home.

basically she gives very bitchy vibes, but she’s not bitchy at all (just distant and serious at work). she’s big baby energy once you break her facade. 

if you’ve watched the show younger, she gives serious kelsey peters vibes.

[aredhelthewhite]

Tolkien Characters

Eru : Alone

The Valar : Singing

The Maiar : Dancing

Manwë : Oblivious

Varda : Pretty

Melkor : Evil

Oromë : Chillin

Mandos : Living with the dead

Nienna : Crying

Ulmo : Surfing

Irmo : Dreaming

Yavanna : Growing things

Tulkas : Wrestling

Vaïre : Weaving

Mairon : Chaos

Ossë : Mental breakdowns

Uinen : Peacekeeper

Eönwë : Birds

Elves : Dying

Noldor : Fighting

Vanyar : Looking Pretty

Teleri : Swimming

Sindar : Partying

Finwë : Dead

Míriel : Dead

Fëanor : Parent problems

Indis : Still living

Fingolfin : Big dick energy

Finarfin : Pure

Fingon : Valiant

Maedhros : Fire

Maglor : Depressed

Aredhel : Stubborn

Galadriel : In love

Finrod : Doomed

Beren : One handed

Luthíen : Beautiful singing lady

Melian : Mysterious

Thingol : Mood swings

Ungoliant : Hungry

Numenoreans : Drowned

Elrond : Surviving

Elwing : A bird

Ëarendil : A star

Daeron : MIA

Caranthir : Grumpy

Celegorm : Trouble

Curufin : Daddy 2.0

Ambarussa : Thing 1 & Thing 2

Turgon : Hiding

Maeglin : Family issues

Haleth : Badass

Elúred & Elúrin : Lost

Túrin : Bad luck magnet

Húrin : Cursed

Beleg : Betrayed

Nienor : Disaster

Celebrimbor : Crafty

Tuor : Lucky

Elros : Human

Andreth : Unlucky

Berúthiel : Crazy cat lady

Ar-Pharazon : Crazy

Gil-Galad : Brave

Celeborn : Smart

Mablung : Warrior

Círdan : Not there

Voronwë : Dead inside

Gothmog : Bad

Ecthelion : Glittery musician

Glorfindel : Courageous

Idril : Clever

Rog : Strong

Ëol : Creepy

Orodreth : Confused

Finduilas : Sad

[admirable-mairon]

Carcaroth - The fierce

Oh Grace - Dearest @swilmarillion - We keep talking back and forth about FYD and these lil dorks. 

We have Draugluin in FYD, but we don’t have Carcaroth yet. So I started toying around with the concept of ‘Hmmm... Adorable big puppy prince Amstaff Carcaroth.............. OR Pomeranian Carcaroth?”

And Pomeranian Carcaroth won in my heart. I can’t help it....! I die when I think of Melkor walking around with his little black fluff ball in his arms, giving him lil collars with spikes, and baby-talking him like:

“Who’s daddy’s widdle beastie~? You are~ Yesh you are~!”

Of course, Draugluin and Carcaroth are best buddies. That’s just how it is. 

[saurons-advice]

Who would you rather fucc: Big Daddy Milker, The Hot Ginger(mint) with eight (8) fine abdominal muscles, or Thot!Tyelko?

You KNOW I value Melkor above all

[simariethehawk]

@woodlandcrowns

here are my entirely unedited thoughts on comparing Zargar to Angbang

Ok so Haggar=Sauron and Zarkon=Melkor.

So Haggar and Sauron were both ever much so good guys before they met the bae. Though it should be noted their goals/actions from then very much so paved their road to evil. (if she did not play around with quintessence should wouldn’t have gotten magical heavy metal poisoning; if he felt he was work was appreciated he probably would not have been like later loser joining the evil bae) that being said I will emphasis the fact the 3.7 strongly suggests she was literally possessed by something inside the rift while Sauron only has himself to blame for being evil (well himself and the song)

That is part of the problem with comparing them. We honestly seem to have more confirmed details of Zargar than Angbang. Which in some ways means I feel I should be ignoring the specific revelations of 3.7 to put them on a more level playing field, it is that or I need to directly state all of my assumptions about Angbang.

But yeah Sauron and Haggar are both nerds who make monsters and tools for their bosses. They are beyond loyal to them. (See everything Sauron does after Melkor gets thrown beyond the door of night. Vs the fact that Haggar we know also really really wants Voltron but tries to steady Zarkon’s hand when he gets too obsessive with it.)

Melkor and Zarkon are the mighty warlords. Ever before Melkor was openly a bad guy he was definitely a strong guy who it would make sense to throw at a mess. Zarkon was a leader who wanted to strength his people in galaxy politics and we know he was ok with using violence to do that (see his actions with the rest of team Voltron, that might have been protecting more than just the galra but protecting allies can be an important part of protecting one’s self so….) Also I tend to think Melkor would do wellish in a situation where he was allowed to be loud and violent and run some things his way, just you know he was born into a world that without him would probably not have things like war and violence so Melkor just seems fundamentally at odds with where he is, something I don’t see Zarkon having a huge problem with.

My big question is Tolkien’s works have the silmarils and Voltron has both Voltron and Quintessence so which do the silmarils pare to better. Personally my problem is that I still don’t get why anyone actually gives a shit about the silmarils with an exception made for those who had wanted to heal the two trees. They never do anything but shine and look pretty, which is nice but not murder over. Like the feanorians want them back because daddy is obsessive and that stupid oath but like why does anyone else give a shit. If I had a silmarils I would totally be like ‘hey feanorians I have one of your rocks and I will gladly give it to but you have to give me something nice first’ you know? Whereas both Voltron and quintessence have some great uses.

Zarkon’s big ship is a dragon in this metaphor.

[vardasvapors]

meme replies

gurguliare replied to your post:                 feanor + early parenthood? or anything about him...                

   “just as damaging as neglect in hindsight” ah, my kink. wait maybe that’s poor word choice in this instance. ah, my sense of humor    

YES

I’m a huge fan of ‘x trait only works in the right story and you’re in the wrong one sorry bruh you’re SOL’ tbh

   “extremely communicative in both telling Maedhros and Maglor everything he is doing (except when making them surprise presents etc) and soliciting their thoughts and feelings on everything they are doing” also this is great, i love feanor who thinks explaining things is boring unless it’s for his KIDS when it’s the MOST FUN CHALLENG EVER    

I am REALLY into Feanor being very interested in kids! Not necessarily good with them from the perspective of people other than him, but very attentive to them and very patient - at least in the sense of ‘I’M not bored of talking to them!’ And for his kids of course everything is a different ballgame than any other beings around. I am...not super sold on good-dad-Feanor in terms of ‘this is a good way to raise children’, but I’m very invested in good-dad-Feanor in terms of ‘i think this idea is awesome for some ridiculous reason so i’m going to do it with my kids’

erotetica replied to your post:                   feanor + early parenthood? or anything about him...                

  that is. the most terrible thing ever done to me, an innocent, f u k

OOPS. sorry! lol i’m kidding i’m not sorry.

thelioninmybed replied to your post:                   feanor + early parenthood? or anything about him...                

   Aww man just fuck me up. I was coming up with questions to expand on this but tbh I’d just be asking you to write the fanfic, anyway this is good shit 

   No i cant help myself, how does his parenting style mesh with nerdanel’s? 

Uh, okay like.........real talk, I am not a big fan of stereotypical media Daddy Issues in the sense of the Colbert ‘a distant authority figure who can never be pleased,’ in large part because of massive overexposure, so I like to see it as kinda...Nerdanel is the reliable head of the household who gives the kids Talks and “imagine how you’d feel if”’s about how decency involves understanding and working with a socially agreed upon idea of how to behave in a community, which go beyond ‘these are my rights’ and ‘my idea is correct so it’s the one that should happen.’ Feanor is the idolizable “*I* love you so much and you made *us* so proud and exercised *your* potential to the fullest” one who reassures and instills within them the idea of how awesome and important they and their whole family and their role is. Like, family-and-family-member-focused and family-approval-based versus member-of-society-focused and principle-based. Which overlap fine for a long time, because timeless paradise. But then........

crocordile replied to your post:                   uuuuh, Luthien + Hair for that hc thing                

   Vantablack hair    

U GOT IT

   No but really, yes, I also love the multiple mentions to her shadows - there was some good meta somewhere that i’ll look for that looked at the wording of when she puts melkor to sleep, which is also irrc described as a shadow of her own    

YES and thank you for the message with the passage, I’m going to quote it:

"‘Sleep, O unhappy, tortured thrall! Thou woebegotten, fail and fall down, down from anguish, hatred, pain, from lust, from hunger, bond and chain, to that oblivion, dark and deep, the well, the lightless pit of sleep! For one brief hour escape the net, the dreadful doom of life forget!’"

Also I had this passage in mind but didn’t want to quote it because it was too cluttered looking:

“when all the Earth had peace and the glory of Valinor was at its noon, there came into the world Lúthien, the only child of Thingol and Melian. Though Middle-earth lay for the most part in the Sleep of Yavanna, in Beleriand under the power of Melian there was life and joy, and the bright stars shone as silver fires; and there in the forest of Neldoreth Lúthien was born, and the white flowers of niphredil came forth to greet her as stars from the earth.“

valaraukars replied to your post:                   uuuuh, Luthien + Hair for that hc thing                

   Came here for the vantablack hair comment but I see I was too late    

Someone write the AU where Luthien is sued by Anish Kapoor instead of running into C&C

yavieriel replied to your post:                   uuuuh, Luthien + Hair for that hc thing                

   Honestly I agree with this so much that for years I’ve been unreasonably annoyed when someone gives Elrond hair that’s just dark brown and ordinary elves in the same fic have black hair and I’m just ???nO???? Excuse you Elrond has the fabled vantablack hair of Luthien accept no substitutes    

VANTABLACK PEREDHEL. Um................regarding all those ‘dark brown’ descriptions, i don’t mind it at all tbh, but that reminds me, how do I say this. Have you ever dabbled in, like, the really really bad LOTR fic, the ones I spent maybe three evenings browsing through about a year ago before noping away from them in amused bafflement? By which I mean. Erestor, the ’exotic’ ‘ethereally beautiful’, with super-black hair? Like, those are some weird seemingly-obvious character description mix-ups, man.

gurguliare replied to your post:                  Elros + Facial hair                

   NO THIS ANON KNOWS WHAT’S UP. elros’s magnificent anime sideburns. does that mean ar-pharazon had muttonchops    

Everyone knows that muttonchops are a sign of being the superior race, ppl with beards are inferior and beardless ppl are those awful elves who are laughing at us for dying.