Papugaka - The Borbest

my character's nemesis has almost appeared in campaign and now I can post his portraits

the first one is from the beginning of the year, the second I finished yesterday

"it will be a pleasure to kill something beautiful" (с)

someday he will run away

don't deny it

Gotta go brag my latest Sauron/Adar fic then

For me, his death was not cynical. I didn’t see a single sign that the creators of the series treated him cynically or wanted to kill him just to shock the audience. This was in the cards from the very beginning. Even with how expected such an ending was for Adar, it is a very, very bitter storyline. As Poppy said – some things simply cannot be dealt with; they are above and stronger than us. This ending is brutal, but it is much more realistic precisely because in epic fantasy, we expect the hero to win, and that’s okay. In this regard, Adar is much closer to the brutality found in non-epic works. It’s terrible, unfair, nightmarish, but life is an unfair and cruel thing. That’s how I see it.

Honestly, I haven't seen such a terrible story as Adar's in a long time. Not in the sense that it is poorly written, but in the sense that his storyline and his entire life are absolutely hopeless. His life was spent in suffering alongside Morgoth and Sauron; he witnessed how they killed and tormented his children, he was tortured too. For a brief moment, they freed themselves from Sauron's power, and Adar did everything to ensure that Uruks did not fall under his control again. He was ready to turn them against him, to feel their distance and their waning love for him, he was prepared for them to kill him, just so they wouldn’t become slaves again.

He dies right after realizing that the ring could heal him, after a new path opened up for him in alliance with Galadriel. Sauron looks at him and Adar understands that Sauron has won, and that everything that came before was in vain.

This is an absolute, total nightmare and shattering of all hopes.

work, you jelly

WELL I'M NOT ORIGINAL and in general rarely save photos or screenshots, usually only if I need a reference for art nhpnhp

I don't know whom to tag, so if you want, you can take freely

💋MISTLETOE CHECKPOINT💋

the last character saved in your photos is who you have to kiss under the mistletoe. Who is it?

I’ll go first.

Tagging @blizzspeaks @meisterdani @ysmmsy @beefybuckrrito @radiantheartbeat @navybrat817 @everything-burns-down @dreamerglassesgirl  @evangeliamerryll @buckys-metal-arm and anyone else who wants to play :)

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.

lost in these memories

Fireborn

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