#bauglirth

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who is daddy's favorite baby dragon???? who is it ?!?!?!?!?! -bauglirth

me    .     it’s    ME         !        i’m    your   favourite     !                  \   @bauglirth

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           MOLTEN   ,    BURNING    ,     A   RAGING   FURNACE   OF   HATE   ,   DEATH   &   DESTRUCTION   .   all    compiled   into   one   beast    .    it   was   a   HATE   FOR   LIFE   ,   a    yearn   to   destroy    ,     &    the    incarnate   of    death   .     HE    ,    THE   DESTROYER   &   UNMAKER     !   (  the   great   one   )  .  .  .     so   grand   in    size    ,   &    more   monumental   in    POWER   .    the   black   leviathan   shook   the   very   earth   to   its   core    with   every   step   taken    ,    truly   an   earthquake   that   roamed    striking   FEAR   into   all   living   beings   .    as    the  beast   approached    his   head   would   be   lowered    ,   reptilian   form   bending   front   legs   as   if    he   bowed     .           (     *    \      @bauglirth

[loyalservants]

pls stop asking my servant to fuck filthy mortals thanks -mb

( Smash or Pass(???) | @bauglirth )

❝ My lord, it’s Sean Bean we are referring to. How can I refuse? ❞

❝ If it makes you feel any better, with all due respect, I’d smash you, my lord. ❞

[whowander]

💋 melkor tO NINI???? we here to fuck shit up ig

『✧』 meme  ╱╱  accepting.         ➸  @bauglirth

          HIS PRESENCE WAS that of an abhorrent winter wind; sweeping over all that which was present and robbing her of any feeling of warmth or kindness. she had known gentleness in the soft falling of snow and peace in the glittering white that blanketed the lands, for it was a time that beasts great and small would slumber. there was a fond FAMILIARITY she held with the cold, but it was not found here. the press of melkor’s lips to her own was a cold of CRUELTY & MALICE. an underhanded game of the greatest and most corrupt vala to show how incomparable he was. 

          nielíqui raged against the touch, suddenly wrought with an onslaught of visions of destruction and decay. a great plague of his making, the monstrous CALAMITY that was his every desire. she was overcome with the sensation of her breath being stolen away, like a child losing her senses in a sudden terrible gale. 

          the great strength of TULKAS she summoned from ëalar through bone and flesh and shoved at him with such might that she sent herself stumbling backwards to the ground. ❝  YOU----  ❞ the back of her hand met her mouth, trembling with both anger and chill. flames appeared to lick at her skin and encircle her crown, ignited of a deep fury one would expect less of an ainur and more of a man; perhaps even so, though rarely, an elf. 

          ❝  you wretched fiend!  ❞

[loyalservants]

‘ don’t try and act like you don’t understand what’s going on here. ’ [ @bauglirth, melkor to mairon ]

( Starting to think there isn’t a meme && you’re just improvising | @bauglirth​ )

                                       MAIRON looked upon the flames of the hearth, dancing and crackling. Her head was lowered, for only He could humble her splendour. Fingers intertwined over her robe and lips curled downwards into a frown as she listened to Him. Her Great Master, He whom shall arise in might, He whose Mairon’s loyalty lie within and He alone she loved. She was a proud creature, Mairon, and her regal stances oft so unwavering like a a great mountain and like mountains along with the rest of Arda that her Master would soon rule, she succumbed to Him.

                                               Her walk was elegant and so light, her way with words gracefully dance into the ears of whosoever is blest with her presence. Flattery never failed her but flatter were commonly false and the praises she ever so uplift for her Lord Melkor were but SINCERE.

                                                She opened her mouth, no sound left yet as she hesitated. She would sound so DEMANDING, almost as if she was no longer desiring to be His servant which was untrue! For she considered it the greatest honour to serve Him! Mistake her not, she admired her Lord Melkor greatly but yet… she felt as if the feelings she carry for Him were unrequited. Every day, every night she would tell him that she loved Him and she… would earn silence in the dark.

                                                Forcing herself to meet his eyes, she feigned courage in her eyes and she lifted chin a little higher to display that she still had some pride in the depths of her bosom.   ❝ Then, pray, tell me what is going on, my lord, ❞  said she, feeling her chest tighten and she could feel .  ❝ Why dost thou not return my love? Am I not good enough for thee? Wert thy words in the Forge of Aulë– my former master– just naught but COLD air? ❞

[loyalservants]

' the world outside is filled with strife, and I came here for a day or two of peace; will you not give it to me? ' [ @bauglirth, melkor to eonwe ]

( Still Can’t Find The Goddamn Meme | @bauglirth​ )

                                       WINGS darker than a starless night folded behind him as he found an adequate area to land upon. A gust of wind blew the leaves of the trees as he had lowered himself, not within arm’s rest of the cursed brother of Manwë but also not too far so he may still speak with him. Eönwë carried no FEAR when he was facing him but instead HATRED seemed to seep from him instead. He was loyal to Manwë and to the word of Eru Ilúvatar, but yet he oft pondered why was Bauglir must be released from the clutches of Angainor. Many times he concluded that Manwë was promised a false oath but he then would see that Manwë just simply loved his brother.

                                      ❝ PEACE seemed not to be in thy thoughts when thou hast fought against Eru Ilúvatar’s Music, ❞   Eönwë almost spat but he had to restrain himself regardless however VENOM was evident in his voice. Manwë would be DISAPPOINTED still.   ❝ Thy brother sends his regards yet again. He worries for thee, wouldst thou not go and meet him? ❞

[loyalservants]

‘ this act of yours. this stupid game. ’ [ @bauglirth, melkor to fingon ]

( Can’t Find The Goddamn Meme | @bauglirth )

                                     FINDEKÁNO glared at Morgoth through the rusted iron bars of his cage. Wrists tied onto the cold, wet floor as he ceased to struggle when the Lord of Angband finally came before him. His noble and fair face riddled with bruises from the hits of the Uruks and there were cuts upon his face. His scowl had masked this REGRET and SHAME for failing his mission to rescue his beloved cousin. So that moment, Maitimo was still hanging in Thangorodrim and him within the prison of Morgoth himself.

                                            ❝ Is that what this is to you, Bauglir? ❞  Findekáno asked as his blue eyes narrowed.  ❝ A GAME? I am not playing games, for I refuse to cower before thee. I shall not bend one knee for thee. Thou mayest just have to cut my legs off if that is what thy BLACK heart desires most! Go on! Tear me asunder, I dare thee! Shatter my ribs, break my neck! I accept DEATH, t’is more welcomed than to tell thee whatever information thou hast desired of me! ❞   Despite his proclamation, FEAR indeed reeked from him, a feeble scent but it was there, forced to be concealed by his valiance.

[loyalservants]

hands travel the face; his canvas, working in tandem, as their hands began to craft each other. shapes of iluvatar's children, both so beautifully perverse, so beautifully corrupt. melkor smiles, sees the mirror image smile back, and traces thumb across HER brow. how beautiful their forms became. [ @bauglirth, doublegoths ]

( There’s MORE-Goths | @bauglirth​ )

                                     BLUE eyes opened after her counterpart left his fingertips from her brow, her own hands wandered and she formed him as how he formed her. Golden hair sat upon her back, skin radiated the divine light as Eru wished they would all possess. She looked at HIM and they both were smiling. Upon his touch, she leaned against it.

                                     Though she was FAIR, what her eyes held were naught but FOULNESS. At the thought of how GLORIOUS he had become, her mind had already bloomed with schemes of how the world would be, though those thoughts were forbidden as they were not Eru’s plans, she cared not. She laid one hand upon his cheek and the other upon his chest. She admired him, he was a MASTERPIECE that she had molded. They synchronize so effortlessly, for he knew her thoughts and she with his.

                                    She had taken pride upon his becoming.