#rings of power wallpaper

[prplocks]

✧❁ wallpaper 〴 galadriel ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

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[moodscreens]

galadriel (rings of power) ; simple lockscreens

like/reblog | @spearbinsung

[erebusbabylon]

I couldn't find a Celebrimbor wallpaper for my phone that I liked. Had to make my own. His red robe is my favorite. Our lil chili pepper 🌶️❤️ Feel free to save it and use it!!

[we-r-all-guilty-of-sen]

Sauron girly pop wallpapers for the soul.

Feel free to use. Leave a like if you use em

Couldn't decide which one I liked better so here’s ✨ all ✨ of them

[seven7arts]

Annatar and Sauron || The lord of the rings: The rings of power 💍💍💍

[aliceliddell13]

[elfbotanist]

Halbrand / Sauron and Elrond - the rings of power wallpapers

[hardcrowndonut]

It's been a while since I made a wallpaper like this. I hope you guys like an enjoy it.

[helenvader]

I thought it might be fun to share my wallpapers. They are quite monothematic these days. :-) I change them every 2-3 weeks, but monotheme stays.

Phone

Tablet (the art is by the talented @marimosalad )

PC

And, of course, my Tumblr header...

[valar-did-me-wrong]

Oh my god, this is SOOOOOO wallpaper worthy!!

Sam Hazeldine as Adar The Rings of Power, S2Ep04

[creativewritersposts]

not true - Luke Hughes

summary; Luke Hughes x f!reader. You're daydreaming and writing fanfiction about your favorite player until he reads one.

warning(s); maybe grammar errors, angst, fluff

author's note; it's a mix from my old blurbs/imagines in a new one. Part 2 ?

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Does anyone know the moment, having a crush on an unknown, famous person? Like saving pictures on your phone and using as wallpaper and thinking about how is it to know this person?

You have this moment. It's no secret you're daydreaming much but you're crushing on Luke Hughes for a weeks now. His curls, his smile, his whole attitude looks perfect. You're in your own world thinking how your life would look like- three perfect Luke baby's, a big house and a cute dog. Yeah, you're daydreaming too much.

"I wrote a new Luke fic, wanna read it?", you speak to your internet friend.

It's not like you don't have friends in real life- but talking with them about cute hockey players you don't feel comfortable with. It's your little secret.

"Sure", she replies and excitement swings in her voice. You send this short story with a proud grin, it took you hours to finish it.

"You have to post this! I love it!", screams Jess through the phone speaker.

"I'll do", copy it in your blog and posting it. You're reading nice comments, when a new notification comes on your screen.

'I'm definitely not the worst cook'. That's it, no profile picture, no caption who this person is. It could be fake. Luke Hughes would never read fanfiction about himself.

You're typing fast, 'who are you?'

An reply comes fast.

'Luke Hughes'

You laugh hysterical, someone wants to fail you. Without an answer you go to bed. It's too much information for you and it's late.

A phone call is waking you up, it's vibrating nonstop next to your bed, tired you grab after your phone, "hello?". Your raspy voice is not powerful.

"WHY IS LUKE HUGHES FOLLOWING YOU", Jess talks without friendly manners.

"No he's not, maybe fake", you rub your eyes. It's too early.

"No it's Luke himself! I'm not blind", she talks nonstop like a waterfall.

You check your Instagram - hundreds of new followers and she's right- Luke Hughes started following you.

"I have no clue", you get in shock. You're still dreaming, there's no other explanation for this.

"You better find out why", Jess laughs happy for you. "I'm not living in New Jersey so I don't think there are chances".

You dressed up, went to work and forgot the time like always - until something rings on the phone again.

The phone rings the last hours more than in your entire life.

"I'm not a bad cook", notification from Luke Hughes himself.

The curly man with incredible hockey skills and two hockey brothers and a legend as mom. This Luke Hughes who's your wallpaper like everywhere you use.

You dance with the phone in your hands before you reply. Breath in, breath out; let's go.

"Ok". Not that bad. Unimpressed.

"I can prove you. I'll cook dinner for you".

Dude, there is some space between you two. You don't think he has a private jet.

"I don't live in New Jersey", you smirk whilst sending him. You're a fangirl but not a puck bunny.

"I have a car", with an winking emoji. How can he dare to be such a tease?

Before you could react he calls per chat, his face comes on the screen, his cap on his head, tired looking face. "Hey", he smirks chill and pets his curls.

"Hello", you wave awkwardly. You're in work clothes so you don't look stylish. "Can you give me your adress?", he asks with a voice crack. "I'm not for one night, Hughes", you warn him. You're disappointed, you always thought he's a gentleman.

"Oh no not this way!", his face gets closer to the screen, "you know I love all my fans but I'm really interested to meet you. Not as what you think", he shyly says. He bites on his lip, waiting for your answer. Honestly you don't know how to react. "I'm not a supermodel. And I like to eat, not just salad", you tell him. "Why are you guys always thinking we just like supermodels?", he's frightened. "Because you follow 45 blonde models on Instagram", the answer comes out your mouth like a pistol.

"Instagram is not real life. Do you like meat?", he's still interested in this conversation.

"Yeah", "ok my navigation says I'm there in 3 hours so better be prepared for the best meal you ever ate!", "wait you know my address?", you get worried. "Your friend Jess told me", he laughs shy.

"Oh my God I'm gonna kill her for that",you mumble to yourself. "Do you want to meet me? Your friend told me you're interested, too", he bites in his nails. "yes!!", you scream louder than you should.

"See you later!", he laughs friendly and closes the video chat.

Your poor heart.

[adrixivy]

I can imagine Peter using his enhanced hearing to hear other people’s gossip. And whenever someone’s bored, they’ll walk up to Peter to hear the most wildest gossip he has ever heard from people that he doesn’t even know.

Natasha and Clint are with Peter in the mall. They’re undercover and they’re just simply waiting around for the suspect or criminal to appear. Natasha notices Peter concentrated on something. He seems to be straining his ears but he’s looking around too for the criminal

Natasha: Pete, what’s going on?

Peter looks up at Nat for a moment then smiles.

Peter, relaying information as he hears it: I’m hearing from a pair of guys in the mafia about their boss who is the son of one of the most powerful mafia dons in the city and that he accidentally-no idea how he accidentally did that-kidnapped the daughter of someone who owns one of the most famous hotel chains in Italy. The guy is now secretly dating the daughter and they’re hiding their relationship from her parents for a month now. Oh she’s pregnant with his child too-

Clint and Natasha, dumbfounded, staring at Peter like what he said was something completely made up but knowing Peter and his enhanced hearing, it’s probably not. And they’re intrigued.

Natasha clears her throat after a moment: Continue.

They nearly lost track of the criminal but Peter’s spidey sense tingled and he groans before he points the duo to the criminal that just spotted them and pushing through people to run. Clint whines as he runs after the man and Natasha is already ahead of the two

Clint, honestly disappointed and wanted to hear more: OH C’MON I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Peter also disappointed but the mission comes first: MR BARTON, NOT THE TIME!

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Peter comes back from school one day and enters the lab, seemingly thinking of something and he’s not caring about his surroundings. He drops his bag and he’s pacing around and it suddenly turned to him walking around on the ceiling when Tony turned his back for a moment. Tony is immediately concerned. No matter how many times Peter sticks to the ceiling, he’s still worried he’ll fall

Tony, looking up at his kid on the ceiling: Can you come down and tell me what you’re thinking up there?

Peter, jumps down and lands on his feet and looks up at Tony for the first time: I think Flash is gay for me.

Tony’s brain just short circuited and he’s staring at Peter blankly as Peter continues. The kid that bullied his kid?? Is gay for his son?? Huh?

Peter: Well not me me. I mean Spider-man. I heard from people as I walk down the hall that he has Spiderman as his wallpaper on his phone. His room is apparently covered in Spiderman pictures that people take online. He has a framed selfie of Spiderman on his desk that I posted on my Instagram account just two days ago. And one of the girls said he has made a fanfic of Spiderman x Reader on wattpad and it has tons of votes. Should I be scared?

Tony, taking a few minutes to process the information before he grabs Peter’s shoulder: I’ll put a restraining order on him for you.

OR

Peter is the go-to person when heroes want blackmail or gossip about other heroes because he ALWAYS happens to overhear or know something about it. Sometimes they don’t even have to approach him and he just dumps the information onto them. Like you want information? Peter ‘Always Hearing’ Parker is the person you go to.

Wade is seating with Peter as they both eat their nightly meal after patrol together. Wade strikes a conversation about Daredevil all the sudden and Peter’s attention is immediately piqued

Wade: You know Daredevil just busted my job the other day? I was going after this group who steals priceless artifacts to be sold on the black market and I needed a certain ring that my client wanted. Then that shithead just came in, knocked the guys out that I was about to kill and steals a necklace and goes away. Thank god he didn’t steal what I needed-

Peter out of nowhere: He’s dating Felicia that’s why he took the necklace. To impress her.

Wade nearly drops his chimichanga but catches it and looks at Peter in shock as he gasps dramatically.

Wade: How would you know that, baby boy!

Peter: Overheard them together. Saw things. If I wasn’t dating you, that’ll be the start of my villain arc-

Wade is immediately asking what else Peter knows about the other vigilantes or heroes and Peter spent an extra hour in patrol just to tell Wade the things he heard and Wade thinks it the wildest shit he ever heard. More wild than the fanfics people post about him and his baby boy. But he loves those fanfics and he is definitely using the knowledge he just gained to his advantage.

Yeah he knows about the fanfics guys. A03 or Wattpad.

He knows. And love it. Keep up the good work

[erebusbabylon]

You perverts (affectionate) loved my lil chili pepper Brimby wallpaper. So now I present you Brimby in his delulu era. Use it as a wallpaper to mortify yourself in public.

[bunk-bed-blorbos]

Since the "Real" Vinyl City is much, Much bigger than what we actually explore in-game, i decided to make a quick image of what I imagine Vinyl City looks like from above. Elaborating on the annotations:

The picture isn't to exact scale, but the idea is that each ring gets thinner the further you get from the center. That way, each district has the same square footage

When Vinyl City was founded, It was only as big as Festival Plaza is now. When it expanded more and more, they needed to build artificial land to support the entire city, which is part of the city's current flooding problems

Each district rests on a rotating platform that rotate independently of eachother - That's whats happening when May and Zuke move the city with the Platinum Discs in-game. Festival Plaza is stationary

The Kampung that Zuke and many other Vinyl City citizens hail from is further inland

Not Pictured: The Grand Qwaza in the smack-dab, dead-center, beating, singing heart of the city.

Little Bonus Headcanon: There are three "tiers" of Qwaza: Mini-Qwazas, which power individual devices, Macro-Qwazas, of which each district has one that powers their district and takes stress of the Grand Qwaza (and also are used as backups if the Grand Qwaza needs maintenance, but if something happens to the GQ that causes it to stop completely, they would need a constant flow of performed music to keep active, so they cant power their respective district for long), and of course, the Grand Qwaza, which gives power to the entire city.

I might clean this up and turn it into a wallpaper, or at the very least make it pretty, maybe with little annotations from May and Zuke, like it's a map they have in their sewer.

[holdmeclosebutdontloveme]

Inspired by a fanart made by @valleymorow!

Your fanarts of Nanami always blesses my day hehe

He looks at you; all teary-eyed for a man that died on screen. Nanami would've sympathized with the tragedy, if the man in front was anything but a character he portrayed on a show.

He watches your jaw tensed, silencing the whimper from the on-screen shoot of him walking on a beach as his character holds on to a fantasy that was still much a dream than reality with his position.

Well, dreams mattered less when overcome with a power move his character couldn't escape from. Leaving him with only his legs as the remaining piece of him.

It knelt down swiftly with charred skin and fabric sprinkle around it. The impact of such scene was felt heavily, even Nanami pities the main character who witnessed it all from the distance. More so to his beloved that mutters words under your breath, watching you shook your head with eventual gasp as the finality of his role sinks in deeper than Nanami who had read the script from the start of the second season.

"No... " you muttered before looking at Nanami with disbelief written all over your face. The shine from the TV glisten in your eyes, your brows scrunched together with a frown on your face. Your bottom lip was red and clearly bitten from anxiety, a habit he notices often from you.

"Is that it?" You questioned, desperately, pausing the TV with the scene freezing on his legs prosthetics.

"Like, there's no deux ex machina? No talk-no-jutsu? No future reveal that he's alive or something?" Question after question after question but all were replied with a shook of his head, hearing you sigh in resignation from the truth.

At least what he knows so far.

"The manga's ongoing, hon," Nanami states the fact first before pulling you closer, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "Who knows if he ever comes back."

"Gege is not kind enough to resurrect a character, even if they're his favorite, unfortunately," you replied with a sigh.

He's your favorite too, it's a thought that ran swiftly in his head. Such statement would underestimate the admiration you had over his character too.

From the fanfictions you read under your breath. The stickers you have accumulated and decorated your space and the fanarts you have replaced your wallpaper a few times throughout the duration of the show. You also engage in fan interactions online, going down rabbit holes of theories he was amazed that others can come up with and showcase Nanami with memes he has yet to understand, really.

"Well..." Nanami diverge the conversation, albeit with hesitation and jealousy overshadowing his goal of comfort.

But he persist with a tease, "you have me, right?"

You hum, contemplating his words with a glance and a gap between you two. The cold from the air conditioning have caused a chill going down his spine, Nanami's now aware that you took the comforter you two initially shared.

Well, he did ate most of the popcorn.

"Getting a lil' jelly over a fictional man, are we, Nanami?" You were quick to deduce his words. To which he was unashamed to display it face-front; a pout to sweeten his jealousy with a surge of confidence to dip down, lowering his face next to yours.

The tips of his fingers brushing against yours too. From the corner of his eye, the shine of your wedding rings twinkle.

"My dear, the man you're longing for is merely an extension of me - and yet you chose to fawn over them than the real deal."

The power he displays on screen were edited through the scenes, his weapon was blunt and made out of plastic and he's hardly as strong as on the moments his character displays their strength.

He's an actor first and foremost.

Human too.

You gave him a peck on the lips with a smirk that left him breathless. The heat of your body brushing against the cool of his skin, lulling him to the warmth he seeks from you.

With a grip of your hand on his hip to pull him closer. You challenged, "then, tell me what you have that he doesn't."

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[aliceliddell13]