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He had become enamoured of Gwindeth and Lake Nenuial, and chose to remain behind. listening: spotify, youtube

run river run - run river run / out of dreams, into the sun / wake river wake / there's fire coursing through your blood

trees - climbin' trees / like we did when we were children / scalin' walls / the walls that took us years to build

to be young - oh, it was white sand and deep blue waves / we were running up the shore / sun glints on sparkling faces / i don't feel or see anymore

old friend - old friend come back home / even though you always were alone / you had to push against the fates / just to make it / make it through the gate

brother - i've shared my life with you, brother / since i recall, you've been my friend / you say we're not like the others / still we must die, all things must end

cold is the night - long is the road that leads me home / and longer still when I walk alone / bitter is the thought of all that time / spent searching for something I'll never find

shoulder to shoulder around the fire - and the cities all crumble / brick by brick / while i'm stuck on the top floor / watching it give

collapse - these ancient skies have seen / more than you could ever dream / so watch the world collapse around you / to melt that heart of stone

i hear it in the wind - i hear it in the wind / through the echoes and whispers that come with warning / of old stories and cautionary tales / of a world that's changing

the ghost on the shore - lie where i land let my bones turn to sand / i was born on the lake and i don't want to leave / every eye on the coast ever more / will remember the sight of the ghost on the shore

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Losers Take All (2011) pt.2

#losers take all 2011 #kyle gallner

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Losers Take All (2011) pt.1

#losers take all 2011 #kyle gallner

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I’ve been up for days

quentin smith fanmix

little monster - royal blood // cherophobia - wayside // can’t sleep - k.flay // the jester - badflower // little one - highly suspect // in a place - wayside // natural born killer - highly suspect // afraid - the neighbourhood // lonely boy - the black keys

01. Little Monster 

Hey little monster, I got my eye on you Where are you going, where you running to? I say run little monster Before you know who I am

02. Cherophobia 

I need you here So far from here I’m just breathing Crippled by fear

I’m scared that I Will lose my mind

03. Can’t Sleep

I can't sleep, I hope I stay awake Cause I've been running, running, running all day Long nights, no peace, I feel like everybody's eyes on me

04. The Jester

Is there anybody out there looking out for me? Oh, just say you want me, just say you need me

05. Little One

It's raining, it's sunny It doesn't make a difference I don't care about anything at all

06. In a Place

I’ve been up for days Summer isn’t the same I know you want your space But darling Something’s out of place

07. Natural Born Killer

Can you feel my love? Do you know my pain? It's in my head every night on replay A deadly game

08. Afraid

Being me can only mean feeling scared to breathe And if you leave me, then I'll be afraid of everything That makes me anxious, gives me patience Calms me down, lets me face this, let me sleep And when I wake up, let me be

09. Lonely Boy

I came to love you anyway So you pulled my heart out and I don't mind bleedin'

#anoes 2010 #quentin smith #dbd #a nightmare on elm street

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None of them ever understood her. None of them even tried to understand her pain and despair.

But the boy! What a delighful mind he had, all the voices calling out to the world, weary from his yet so short a life. The wind sang to him in screaching whispers, fires enchanted to come closer and embrace them, soil never allowed to wear shoes, earning him strange looks from the fellow villagers. She heard it all too well, finding her own reflections in the tormented mind. 

When his real mother succumbed to the Maid's song and stepped into the swamps, she made sure he was only hers.

Enraged, ever-weary and sickly with madness turned into a twisted gift, he still had a warm body full of blood of a living being. Cursing her and denying her love, he made a grave mistake coming to her lands to reclaim the body of his mother.

As he then found out, the Red-maid had vision of a snake, and like one she could detect him anywhere, a rabbit in her lair. Roots striking him out of nowhere, rotting corpses of warriors long-dead crawling closer, it was a long moment of terror until he doubled up on the ground crying in fear and pain, almost losing consciousness. That was when he was embrased by the cold moss of a merciful and equally frightened bog-guardian lying on his back and enveloping his writhing body.

The Maid calmed down almost instantly. Through the roots growing seemingly now everywhere she found the two and shooed the creature away, holding the boy's head by the hair. He looked so peaceful in his slumber, she almost regretted her outburst and left a crimson mark on his forehead with an index finger.

A silent plea to come back with a weapon powerful enough to defeat her.

#ammuna #lotro oc #this is straight up horror i guess so #tw blood rot and the Red-Maid #i don't think lore masters are plausible enough without a crushing backstory

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- Dulgabêth -

the Mouth of Sauron

Lord Sauron ruled through domination, and sought conquest of all. The designs of Sauron's Heir are not so wide. I desire only Mordor. Others of the Gúrzyul are active in Mordor, and must be slain.

#lotro #lotro edits #dulgabeth #mouth of sauron #mordor #gurzyul

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Tsar // Царь (2009)

directed by Pavel Lungin

#ivan the terrible #oprichnina #tsar

[arafins]

Tsar // Царь (2009)

directed by Pavel Lungin

#ivan the terrible #oprichnina #tsar

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- Ugrukhôr -

Captain of the Pit

Halannon's descendants, the Sons of the Survivor, did not forget the Thandrim. Neither did Ugrukhôr forget them.

The years and the centuries passed. From time to time, scouts from the White City would find that Ugrukhôr had been in Gondor. He had left one of the cloven shields of the Thandrim behind. They were reminders of his cruelty.

Even now, a thousand years later, he leaves them still.

#lotro #lotro edits #ugrukhor #gurzyul #mordor #udun

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- Urudanî -

Stonemaiden

She was a woman of Númenór, possessed of a cold beauty. It was tainted by the cruel expression she wore and the malice in her eyes.

Now the woman is composed entirely of fire, a being of burning flames. None know why she goes where she does, or if she is doing the Horror's business when she is given to this wandering.

#lotro #lotro edits #urudani #gurzyul #mordor

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- Karazgar -

the Weeping Warrior

‘The Nazgûl may have been Sauron's most powerful servants. They were snared by the Dark Lord, and made to serve him. We Gúrzyul... we were different.

We flocked to him. We sought to worship him. We chose, and in return we were chosen. We were given what the Númenóreans desired but could not attain. Endless, unceasing time. Or so we thought. Why should our fortunes wane with Sauron's?’

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#lotro #lotro edits #karazgar #gurzyul #i'm thinking of a gurzyul moodboard series #get ready for more greco-roman statues with subtle hints

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I miss Karazgar

#i have so many ideas #but this is the only thing i can form with words #LOTRO

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I’m super stressed out because there’s a crisis and naturally the way to deal with this is by erratically posting on Tumblr.

Who wants to hear my miserable theory about Candaith and the Forsaken Road?

#omgomgomg #candaith

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He was constantly reminded about being the eldest twin. Even though he stopped thinking about them as twins and inherently one entity several years ago, when he started to notice the difference between men and women, and she started to look like one. A woman. 

That was probably when their mother started acting in a funny way. Lanky and slender, as if she was the only one who conceived and gave birth to both of them, she was taken seriously neither among women of the settlement, nor the men, which made her wander deeper into the soothing and whispering, and always attentive swamps ever further each time.

It always fell upon their sensible father to run into the bloody circle just before the dawn to find her barely conscious and bring her back, right before people would see her madness. Ammuna never really understood why he referred to it as madness. Had he never noticed the sound? 

The boy had always heard the swamp, and the sister's wary whispers from behind his back made him sure she did hear it, too. But she was ever so fragile, so thin and doe eyed. He just had to promise her that he'll protect them both from the swamp lady when she finally claimed their mother.

He felt it right in the middle of the night. As if the chirping of needlebreekers pierced him right through his heart deafening his ears for several agonizing minutes, while he tried to break free from their spell with a silent scream. Hanan never heard him that night or almost any other night after that while he wrestled his way to escape to the red swamps for some peace of mind. Because only there did the lady release her tight grip around his temples and his heart. Was it a part of their mother's mind that sought to sense him or her own, noone would tell. But he always found a way past the Red Pass into her welcoming and surprisingly guarding mental embrace that would keep him safe from any dead and deathless.

They would never bother the boy, but stare at the fire he easily always managed to start from afar, longing, jealous but yielding nonetheless. If she forgot to leave one loop free of her watch, when he had to be there for weeks and hide from hopeful and dreadful adventurers seeking to end her reign over the swamps, he couldn't seem to choose between the sides. Constantly hearing her songs of water, fire, life and death would drive him mad some times, leaving Ammuna to blankly sit on a mossy hill repeating some broken phrases left in her wake. He would never understand their meaning, he could only sense it in his mind, dangerous, burning and soothing at the same time. Something he was never meant to discover. Something no mortal was meant to discover.

But then just as suddenly he would be set free. That would be when his father would find him in the Red Circle and drag his limp frame home.

He'd never been reprimanded until fifteen years of age. After one of such episodes, when his father'd found him in the fields, the man asked him about the whole ordeal receiveing only some mutterings in a language unknown. That was when he saw red, shaking and thrashing the barely conscious boy, until he broke free and curled up beside a bog guardian. 

That night Ammuna would sleep peacefully among the boulders and reed of the Red Circle for a first time in several months, while his father would be patched up in Ost Guruth refusing to say what caused him a slap-sized burn on a side of his face.

#ammuna #lotro oc #not very canon compliant but i've got so many emotions about this boy #and all eglain

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- Ammuna Bogmoss -

Lore-master of Ost Guruth

Holding one hand in the fire Forgot what I was running from Now it's burning higher You will get your peace and reward A mutilated creature that will reach its final form

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#ammuna #lotro oc #eglain #aesthetics

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They were sitting by the fire in Tornhad, tiny sparks dancing around Ammuna and he whispered silently begging them to land on his open palms. Angwedh and Helchon were quietly and reverently discussing whereabouts of their Chieftain, and the name of Aragorn slipped a couple of times. The Eglan looked up with a blank expression on equally pale and blank face.

"Is this Aragorn the Elder of your people?"

Faeron licked him up with a sharp gaze from across the fire. Then he suddenly chuckled.

"He is our Chieftain, the King if you wish," the silence was not long but it was truly heavy, as Angwedh glared at the boy.

"My people are free, we have no Kings," looking down he instinctively brought a thumb to his mouth to bite on the ashy skin, as if to shield from the stares. "I mean no disrespect," Ammuna only dared to look up bashfully at Faeron without turning his head, safely draped from the others by his matted hair.

~ 3016 T.A.

#ammuna #lotro oc #mr bogmoss is about 17 here please be nice to the baby

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Ammuna the Eglan

PLACE IN SOCIETY

✖ FINANCIAL – wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✖ MEDICAL – fit / moderate  / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

✖ CLASS OR CASTE – upper / lower / middle / working / unsure 

✖ EDUCATION – qualified / unqualified / studying

FAMILY

✖ MARITAL STATUS – married, happily / married, unhappily / engaged  / partnered / divorced / widow or widower / separated / single / it’s complicated

✖ CHILDREN – has children / no children / wants children / adopted children

✖ FAMILY – close with sibling / not close with siblings / has no siblings / siblings are deceased / it’s complicated

✖ AFFILIATION – orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by both parents

TRAITS & TENDENCIES  

✖ disorganized / organised / in between

✖ close-minded / open-minded / in between

✖ cautious / reckless / in between

✖ patient / impatient / in between 

✖ outspoken / reserved / in between (shy but can speak out)

✖ leader / follower / in between (loner mostly but follower when he has to be in a group)

✖ sympathetic / unsympathetic / in between 

✖ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

✖ hardworking / lazy / in between

✖ cultured / uncultured / in between

✖ loyal / disloyal / in between

✖ faithful / unfaithful / in between

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

✖ SEXUALITY – heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / omnisexual / demisexual

✖ SEX – sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable

✖ ROMANCE – romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable

✖ SEXUALLY – sexually adventurous / sex experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / uninterested

ABILITIES

✖ COMBAT SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✖ LITERACY SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 

✖ ARTISTIC SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✖ TECHNICAL SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

#ammuna #lotro oc #tag game #this boy is my new passion #aye he's about 19