#mordu

[klynteceleran]

This one’s a bit niche

Which Disney mutant bear would win in a fight?

Mor’du vs Multi-bear

Mor’du

Multi-bear

Voting ended onMay 31

[kiweegamez]

What if Scooby dee formed her own mystery solving gang out of other female great Danes?

I hope I interpreted this correctly!

From left to right we have:

Zip (oc)

Darling (oc)

Mordu (oc)

Scooby-Dee (belongs to Scooby doo franchise)

Kerem (oc)

Lauren (oc)

(They may come back or return to the void)

[eachday4j]

Happy Halloween, my beautiful wife!

[hampop]

Every time I rewatch Brave, I'm compelled to re-write it. AU where an older Merida's spell sends her back in time to Mor'du's era and, in helping him mend the relationship with his family, she learns how to face her own problems. Add a little, ill-fated, tragic romance between the two of them for flavor.

(I have to wait a couple days for my art blog posts to show up in tags so I'll put it here)

[marchwardenofmordor]

The list of people the Marchwarden likes is growing.

He goes from hating everybody except Mairon to:

Enjoying Mordu’s company, and establishing a small level of trust

Making time to pay Shelob regular visits and bring her something tasty

Playing his fucked up little games with Celebrimbor and then missing him once he’s gone because, in a way, he viewed Celebrimbor like a younger sibling who he both loved and hated and genuinely enjoyed spending time with him, even if most of that time was them spitting at one another and scowling in silence. The marchwarden is VERY upset.

DEEPLY respecting Adar (to him it’s a bleeding shame that he was just soft enough for the orcs to turn on him. He can respect treating them like humans, though. It was poetic. Pretty. Foolish, but pretty.)

Genuinely loving his ranks (if Adar’s the good-cop father, Marchwarden is bad-cop mother 💅, only the Marchwarden is nasty enough to survive and keep them in line. He knows them all by name, knows their combat styles and their favourite meals, but they also know that he will carve that name into the ground six feet above them if they misbehave.)

He actually kind of loves the silvan elves though he won’t admit it. They’re not as uptight as the other elves. They’re cooler.

Thranduil in particular. Thranduil almost succeeds in swaying the Marchwarden from the darkness; he starts to get himself imprisoned on purpose just to speak with Thranduil and be fed elven food, which progresses to regularly pulling a houdini from his cell to walk around the halls, dining with the elven king, being clothed in fine things if only for a night, being bathed and doted on… and eventually being fucked very tenderly as an act of secret friendship (which breaks his brain a bit because he always expects pain, but it never comes). He’s never had a friend like Thranduil.

But of course, the marchwarden being who he is, learns from the experience and applies it to Sauron when he returns.

And Sauron is caught off guard for once, because the Marchwarden doesn’t do what they both usually go for - he sleeps with him gently and tenderly restrains Sauron whenever he goes to scratch or claw at him, holding his hands, making him spill over and over again. It makes the Dark Lord cry. Where did he learn that? And why was he applying it to him? Because he loves you and wants you to feel good.

I love character development

[rosetyler42]

This was done for a fictional play of Brave me and my friends brainstormed. I loved the idea of Dennis playing one of the triplets, and Ericka + Van helsing and him singing "Mordu" while Drac watched besotted at his wife singing joyfully about terrible things and Mavis having some concerns.

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[angelsandarsenic]

An ever after high oc?? In this economy??

Guys im having so much trouble with outfits. I have a ton I could show but idk if they're good/eah enough

It is so hard to find Scottish female voices I was about to bite the bullet and make it Kelly macdonald  anywayyyyy there's a short version of their story under the cut i'm not gonna write out a whole long thing so pardon the straightforwardness

Voice claims: Lachlan—Jamie Fraser, outlander  Saoirse—Laoghaire McKenzie—outlander

This story goes…a little differently. 

After the events of Brave, Clan Dunbroch continued to prosper, now in closer link than ever with the other clans. Princess Merida ascended to the throne, but she never did take a lover or have children. Hamish, Hubert and Harris, all grown up, went on to find their own partners and lead their own lives. Their eldest children—Shaun of Macguffin, Ailsa and Alec Macintosh, and Lachlan of Dingwall—are now all eligible for the Dunbroch throne

Now let’s turn back time a little bit.

The ancient kingdom is crumbling. The first prince has gone on a rampage and Isla has just watched her husband turn into a massive bear. 

She flees. 

It takes her two days to find the witch’s cottage. By then the spell had been set in stone, and the witch can tell the woman is with child. She’s not heartless, she wants to help, but all magic comes with a price. So she does the only other thing she knows how and shepherds them through the magic circle to the realm of the faeries, where no one will ever find them. 

~~~

Lachlan is certain he can win the competition for the throne. He wants it. His grandfather definitely wants it. He’s strong, skilled and fast and not afraid to knock his cousins out of the way, however close they may have been as children. Besides, he’s the Queen’s favorite—how could he lose?

The four clans have all gathered for three weeks of festivities and friendly competition before the actual games. After one too many ruthless victories, Lachlan gets in a fight with his cousins. After being scolded by his father for his behavior as well, the young prince has had enough and takes off into the woods to cool down. 

He brings back a girl.

An odd girl, to be sure; her thick braids make two strange piles on her head and she won’t ever tell him where she’s from, but there are no kingdoms or settlements around here, so a girl lost in the forest needs help! She introduces herself as Saoirse before the Queen and quickly gets welcomed to stay. 

Lachlan likes her at first. She’s fiery and mischievous and actually manages to beat him in combat. It’s just a sparring match, he tells himself, it doesn’t actually matter. Except it does matter. Because Saoirse is getting way too close to the Queen and she’s too good at everything for her- her existence to be natural. Lachlan's cousins loved her, meanwhile Lachlan himself was only growing more irritable and distant. Was she replacing him? What was more, there were rumors that the Queen wanted to let Saoirse, an outsider, compete for the throne! Too bad no one believed Lachlan when he tried to tell them. They all think he’s simply jealous. 

And then one night there’s a bear in the castle.

Understandably, Lachlan panics and draws his sword. He’s heard the stories. What happened to his father, his brothers and the late Queen Elinor. Heard about the demon bear Mor’du. If he doesn’t slay the beast then-

But just before Lachlan calls for help, the bear disappears and a wide eyed Saoirse is standing in its place. Her hair fell loose down her shoulders, revealing furry ears atop her head. 

“W-wait! It’s not- Lachlan listen-“

“Monster!”

“No!”

He had won. He had proof, right there under her hair! Moreover, she was a threat. If he brought her before the Queen and lords, they’d probably kill her, but so what?

In a desperate flight for life, Saoirse ran through the palace as a bear to escape. The clans awoke with much clamor and the hunt was on, but the beast had disappeared into the night. 

The very next morning, the clans set out again, splitting into groups to canvas the forest more thoroughly. Lachlan set off on his own--he knew just where to go. 

He didn’t find the bear at the stone circle like before. He did find a wisp. A will-o-the wisp! Here to lead him to his fate, undoubtedly. 

Lachlan followed the little spirits eagerly, ignoring the way the trees grew thick and dark, and stone jutted further from the ground. At first, he thought the stone archway was a cave. Inside lay the bear, curled up by a pile of rubble, asleep.

“Wake up.” Lachlan kicked it. He had more honor than to kill a sleeping enemy. 

She transformed back as she startled awake. That was fine, a human was easier to drag back anyway. She was clutching a bow, a sword lay on the stone steps behind her. 

“Did you steal these from the castle?!”

“No, I made them you brute!”

Lachlan scoffed. “You made them?” 

“Yes. Did you think your weapons just popped out of thin air, your highness?”

“I- w- no. But you’re a beast, what the devil do you need weapons for?”

“I'm a human,” she hissed. It was then that Lachlan noticed. Stairs?? And were those carvings? 

“Is this the ancient kingdom? Do you live here?”

“No. I just…come here sometimes.”

“Why?”

The look on her face made him think she might snap at him, but she kept herself in check. Instead, she said, “becoming the king won’t fix everything, you know.”

“What? Nothing needs fixing, what are you talking about?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? So you and your cousins always fight like that? Are we sure I’m the monster here?”

“Yes!”

The girl huffed. “Well, I hope you figure yourself out soon, before it’s too late. You’re really lucky you know. You have so many people who care about you. Four whole clans at your fingertips.” Her own fingers traced a withered carving on cracked stone. She muttered something about “mum told me not to come back here” and stood. Lachlan readied his weapon again, not realizing he had ever lowered it. She didn’t attack him. She simply hefted another massive rock over to her spot from the other side of the cave and laid back down. “Do it then. Go on, I’m ready.”

…

“What?” 

Saoirse actually managed to look annoyed. “You’re planning to kill me right? For ‘attacking your castle’?” Her voice ridiculed him, yet she seemed completely serious. “Go on then.”

Lachlan actually dropped his weapon. “What is wrong with you?” What was so important about the stone then that she wanted it close? “Don’t you- You’re just going to let me?! Don’t you have someone who would miss you?”

“Nope.”

Lachlan’s heart sank. He dropped down beside her. Surely she couldn’t be serious. “Where do you live?”

A mournful frown pushed her bottom lip out like she was about to cry. “Right here. I was supposed to live here. Ages ago. But it- it got destroyed.” As if an afterthought, she added, “I was never going to hurt you, you know.”

Lachlan finally took a look at the carvings she had rolled over to lean against. The four brothers, he could recognize easily enough. He had heard the story more than enough times for a lifetime from his father and aunt. There were people with them. The king, he assumed, was one, standing in the middle with the crown. The others were three women—the fourth brother didn’t have one, but he held a little boy in front of him. All of the brothers had a family, Lachlan realized. Even the eldest, though he didn’t seem to have a child yet. 

“We never learned about them,” the prince murmured.

“No, you wouldn’t have. They all died.”

“But- but this is all ancient.” She must be crazy. “You can’t live here.”

“Time moves a lot slower in the realm of the faeries.”

Now Lachlan looked at Saoirse like she was in fact crazy. Then it clicked. “The circle…”

Well, that's...kind of sad... “You’re another victim of the witch,” he surmised. He hadn’t thought they could turn into humans again but maybe she had gotten a different spell?

Saoirse snorted. “No, the witch is married to my mum now. She’s lovely, really. I’m-“

“A victim of Mor’du then? Did he kill your family?” 

Saoirse cut him off with a roll of her eyes. “Mor’du was my family ya gommy nyaff.”

…

“Oh.”

~~~

In the end, they returned to the castle. Lachlan apologized and made up with his family, even offering to back out because of his previous behavior. Saoirse, with some trials of trust, was welcomed back as well. Eventually, Lachlan does take the throne. Except there were never any competitive games. Or rather, the lead up was the competition, in a sense. The Queen wanted to test the heirs' genuine traits and familial bonds. With the ability to admit he was wrong and put family above himself, Lachlan passed with flying colors.