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Gauntlet science is very important to me personally

TY @wowstrawberrycow for giving me a legit reason to do some scientific research through the Adar gifs and pick the gauntlet-related ones🧐 My favorite kind of science, I should admit🤭🥵🖤

Ooohh so looking forward to Adar-doll to be ready, though there is so much effort ahead. You're so talented and patient with all the precious little details 🤌🏻✨️🫶

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I always liked this close up of the gauntlet

*stares*

Doll Update!

So as y'all know I am very close to making Adolly's chainmail. I got that figured out. I know how I'm going to do it. It'll be hard but it isn't impossible.

His chest and back plates will be simple too. I can make those out of Warbla and etch designs in them once they are heated up. Easy in theory.

But that damn gauntlet 😐😬

I know I'm gonna have to make it out of Warbla too. But...... Adoll's fingers are... Well like this⬇️

Making a gauntlet for a hand like that will be tricky because his fingers are closed. Adar's gauntlet has a lot of detailed finger pieces, so I really have think about how to approach it. Valar give me the patience and skill😬😬😬

Also I haven't found many decent references for his gauntlet. May I enlist y'all's help?

Members of the ATA (Adar Thirst Association) please assemble! Do any of you have decent gauntlet references??? @iwanderbecauseimlost , @itwillbeourswansong , @gauntletgirlie , @valar-did-me-wrong , @varda-star-queen ,@baddybaddyadardaddy , @adarswidow ????

Any references beyond these will be helpful!🌈🖤⬇️

those are some awkward angles that don't offer much. A view from each side, the bottom, top and a close up fingers/palms would be nice if anyone can help. I am also still on the search of course.

Thank you for the help!🌈🖤🌈🖤🌈🖤🐾🐈‍⬛🐝

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I mean the build up was intense

This right here.

This was the moment I audibly "oh shit... OH shit!" to the empty room because I knew, in that instant, I was doomed to fall in love with this fictional man.

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Unrelenting fire

This is a very self indulgent smut fic that was inspired by a lot of fun conversations with my fellow Adar sister wives. It's the first part of a bigger collection of stories taking place in the same au.

Uruk OC x reader x Adar

Pure smut that turns out kind of wholesome

Reader pov

Poly themes

Pregnancy & Breeding kink and possessiveness

You have been warned, if you’re not into Uruk smut (outside of Adar), don’t read this

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The way his hand moves 😳

“Only blood can bind.“ | Adar (Joseph Mawle), Rowan (Ian Blackburn) | The Rings of Power | 01x05 “Partings” |

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FELT

#neverforget...

To be quite clear, on the whole, I absolutely love these films. They are part of me. Deeply.

But all this? The scene on the stairs up to Cirith Ungol? The bloody stew (that has become most of the discussion on my kween in the casual fanbase)? Getting Isildur and Faramir pretty much *all* wrong? It hurts. 💔💔💔💔

PS this about the writing, the actors did their jobs phenomenonally, imho.

PPS inspo for this? A meme saying this about TRoP Galadriel. What they did to her? Made her incredibly lore-accurate, that's what they did. 🙄🙄🙄

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I see nothing wrong here

TROP x social media text posts (screenshots via cap-that.com) (my other trop memes))

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Wow, just beautiful! 🖤👌

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I was giving myself a lavender salt foot bath and then I thought I wanted to give Adar one.

Then I realized I never thought about his feet much since they're always hidden in his boots, which just proves my point. He would really need one. I don't even care if he wants it, but I'm pretty sure he'd enjoy it. At first he would resist but then he would actually love it.

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Adar is spot on 🖤✨️

I imagine him exactly like this, full with pain and not feeling worthy of you. But also afraid of the consequences 😭

How they flirt with you {Adar, Halbrand}

These two deserve their spotlight.

┏ •◦ Adar •◦ ┓

■ Unnerving and unintentional. Adar doesn’t flirt the way others do. He offers intensity, focus, and an almost painful kind of recognition. If he’s drawn to you, you’ll feel it – not in words, but in the way he watches you like you haunt him.

■ His gaze holds. Longer than is polite, longer than is safe. Not out of lust, but longing. His eyes say, You remind me of something I lost. Or something I never had.

You’re not sure if it flatters or chills you.

■ He speaks softly, always. Even when angry. But when he speaks to you, it’s even more quiet – measured, reverent, as if he’s trying not to ruin the moment.

“There is light in you… not blinding. Just enough to cast a shadow I can walk beside.”

■ He remembers things you didn’t know you said. Mentions them unexpectedly, like:

“You said you missed the smell of wild thyme in the morning. There’s a grove. North of here. Still untouched.”

You never told him that. Not directly.

■ His offerings are strange – not flowers or trinkets, but acts of protection, rare truths, or silence shared at his side. He gives you a curved blade and says nothing. Later, you find it’s been etched with your name in Quenya.

■ Adar doesn’t understand love the way he once did. It’s been burned out of him. What remains is memory and ruin, reshaped into something new. If he wants you, it frightens him because desire means attachment, and attachment has always led to loss.

So he draws near in half-measures:

Standing watch near your camp but saying nothing.

Leaving you food without admitting it.

Touching your wrist once, only once, when you’re wounded and staring at his own hand like it betrayed him.

■ If he ever speaks openly – truly openly – it would come in a moment of shared pain or devastation. Something like:

“I have seen beauty twisted into terror. I have seen light extinguished. But you… you remind me that there is still something worth kneeling for. And I don’t know if that’s love, or ruin.”

■ He wouldn’t kiss you – not unless you moved first. And even then, he might hesitate… before pulling you closer with all the desperation of someone who thought they no longer belonged in the world, and suddenly realizes he wants to.

┏ •◦ Halbrand •◦ ┓

■ Calculated charm masquerading as casual banter. But beneath the smirks and swagger is a man always toeing the edge of truth and manipulation. He flirts to disarm, to control, and – rarely – because something in you actually moves him.

■ His eyes are always watching, even when his smile is facing elsewhere. You’ll feel it – the weight of his gaze. The way he lingers a moment too long when you laugh. When you look away, he tilts his head slightly… as if he’s trying to solve a puzzle that just got interesting.

■ His words are fast, slick, and charming, but often laced with double meaning. He’ll say something like:

“Careful. Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you actually like me.”

Delivered with a grin, but something shifts behind his eyes. Daring you to admit it. Or deny it.

■ His compliments are masked as observations, framed to sound like jokes:

“You know, you don’t belong here… You walk like someone who’s never been afraid of anything.”

Then he’ll glance away, smirk.

“Or maybe you're just better at hiding it than I am.”

■ His flirtation is part push, part pull: One minute he’s right beside you, breath warm at your ear, teasing you over something minor. The next, he’s halfway across the room, as if putting space between you before he lets something real slip.

■ Halbrand doesn’t flirt to get close – he flirts to stay in control. It’s a shield, a tactic. He’s used to people being drawn in, and he knows how to make you lean closer without even touching you.

But if it’s real, if you actually matter to him?

That’s when it gets dangerous.

■ Because suddenly, he’s not playing anymore.

Suddenly, your presence is something he needs, and that means vulnerability – a thing he hates.

He’ll:

Bite back real compliments.

Touch your wrist like it’s a risk.

Almost say something… and then cover it with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes.

■ If the mask slips – if he lets himself feel – it would be quiet. Unsteady. Brutal in its honesty.

“I wasn’t supposed to stay. I told myself I’d leave the moment it got too easy. Too human. But here I am… still looking at you. Still wondering what you’d say if I asked you to stop me.”

“From what?”

“From doing something unforgivable. From doing it again.”

■ He wouldn’t kiss you right away. Not unless you stepped in first. But if you did, he’d hesitate, for one heartbeat. Then give in like a man falling off a cliff, knowing there’s no going back.

These had been so fun to write, so if you have a request for any Tolkien characters or "what if's" feel free to request them!

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Thank you for the tag @hobbitinnumenor 💙

Taking this as an oppurtunity to ramble about Adar... yes, I'm sure people are shocked to learn my pfp is of Adar. But why did I pick his scene with Halbrand from 2x01? Well it's one of my favorite scenes in s2 and it's also the episode I fell head over heels for Adar. Him sharing the story of his time with Sauron is just such an intimate moment. In retrospect it's also such a fascinating scene to speculate about, like how certain was Adar it was indeed Sauron he was talking to. Plus, I really like the angle of the shot itself.

No pressure tags @itwillbeourswansong @varda-star-queen @halbrandgaladriel @adarssuggestionbox or anyone else that wants to share ✨️

Reblog and tell us why your pfp is what it is

mine is my Sheikah OC, Plum, and Paya, her girlfriend

@angrypinkbunny @chatter-crow @magowlio @amberstone-16 @i-love-zelda-16 @plateapus

anyone else can join :3

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Me writing filthy uruk smut. "But what if it has a wholesome ending and they cook a celebratory meal"

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So stunning ❤️✨️

final art for numenorweek.

i'd like to thank @numenorweek for having the opportunity to create art for the days of the event. there was an incredible array of writing and art showcased and i feel honored to be part of it in my small ways. we shall finish with the King in Exile, Elendil, High King of Arnor and Gondor:

It is said that the towers of Emyn Beraid were not built indeed by the Exiles of Númenor, but were raised by Gilgalad for Elendil, his friend; and the Seeing Stone of Emyn Beraid was set in Elostirion, the tallest of the towers. Thither Elendil would repair, and thence he would gaze out over the sundering seas, when the yearning of exile was upon him… (The Silmarillion, Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age)

Thank you all, again.

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I wrote a short thing about the great bear-dance in Númenor for @numenorweek

Ruxotompalë (also on AO3) 🍂🐻

-No rating

-1108 words

As fall arrives in Númenor, yearly celebrations are approaching in Forostar. The young child Sidhwen wants nothing more but to attend the Great Bear-dance. There is an issue, however, laughter comes very easily to her.

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One of the greatest joys of the coming of fall in Númenor, and in Forostar in particular, was the Great Bear-dance taking place during this season.

You had never gone yourself to the celebrations in Tompollë before due to your father keeping to his stance that you were not ready and would upset the bears with your unpredictable laughter. You were only a young child and could not help when you were suddenly struck by the sounds coming out of your mouth when finding something delightful or joyous.

At first, your father did not even want to consider your request to come with them to the dance this year, but after constant pleading, he finally gave in. He could not resist those pleading, sparkling eyes of his sweet girl. “Ni-zêri yad! I want to go!”, you exclaimed. “I want to see the bears, attô…”, you begged. Your mother had already warmed up to the idea so it did not take much time to convince him. “Fine, but you know the terms. Absolutely no laughing. It will alarm the bears!”

You had promised him at that moment that it would not be a problem, you could hold it in, you were not a wee babe anymore. You had proven yourself to be trustworthy and a girl of your word, even for a child, so he agreed with a slight concern in his eyes. 

As the event came closer, however, you had started to worry if you could hold your end of the bargain. “Ammê, what if I laugh? By accident!”, you expressed worry to your mother. She comforted you with a hug and smiled. “You will do fine, my sweet daughter.”

Finally, the day came when you started your travels to Tompollë, the location of the Great Bear-dance. It was not a long journey for you, as your family lived in the southern parts of Forostar close to the border to Mittalmar. The Númenórians who had traveled from the Eruhantalë did not have far to travel either and arrived at different times for the celebrations at Tompollë.

The leaves had just started to fall as autumn took over the island with its golden colors. There was a chill breeze in the air and you could feel yourself shivering as your mother covered you with another warm plaid. “I think someone is in great need of dancing”, she smiled. “But ammê, it's the bears that do the dancing!”, you corrected her.

“Maybe they need some instructions”, she pointed out with a smile. You had indeed heard great tales of the Edain instructing the bears in their movements and hoped to observe such a sight yourself.

Tompollë was magical, just as you had imagined. The sight itself was beautiful in its own right, the red and orange leaves falling from the majestic trees, and the people were full of joy. Everyone wore their most beautiful gowns, dressed for the occasion.There were drinks, the most generous amount of food and even though the temperature had fallen drastically the last days, there was warmth that filled your heart with content. 

Just before the dancing started, the Númenórians gathered in a circle around the black bears who performed the dance. When the bears arrived the murmuring sounds of the conversing people promptly quieted down. They all looked at the bears in awe, as if they had been enthralled by their dance. The bears were moving in slow motions, the pace of it so carefully calculated.

You had never seen an animal move like that. Adults for certain, would move in all sorts of strange ways, especially when they were consuming certain beverages at dinner parties. This was something else; peculiar, yet fascinating. Almost like a ritual. You had heard about it, naturally, but to see it with your own eyes was something else. You smiled as you watched them and suddenly felt laughter approaching. Good Eru, no!

You fought to hold the laughter in as much as you could, feeling your muscles work to prevent it from happening.

Even through your great efforts, a quiet giggle could not help but escape your mouth. Feeling your mother’s gaze pierced at you in a warning manner, you fought all you could to choke the volume of the sound coming out.

You had succeeded, for now, to not cause any reactions from the bears. “Sidhwen”, your mother warned in a quiet voice, shaking her head. “Please try not to laugh. It could be dangerous”, she pleaded to her daughter.

“I promise, ammê”, you said, apologizing. You felt bad for your poor mother who had vouched for you, allowing you to come with them even though most children you knew were not allowed.

You were standing in the back, which saved you from the bears not noticing you. It was difficult to see all the movements, stranding in the back and being as short as you were not being fully grown yet. You heard the fantastic music played by the Númenórians, however, which was a delight to your ears. Suddenly, your father pulled you up and placed you on his shoulders, so that you could see the bears better.

“Attô! I can see!”

“Shh, sweet daughter, and make sure not to give in to laughter”, he reminded her. You observed the movements of the bears, and the people standing around them, this time seeing how they all moved in such a synchronized way, working together. You could see a man instructing a new movement to one of the bears, placing his hands up in the air like he was pushing and pulling it. The bear mimicked the movement and the others followed along. You suddenly heard some of your people singing softly:

Ilu vanya, fanya, eari,

i-mar, ar ilqa ímen. Írima ye Númenor

(The World is fair, the sky, the seas,

the earth, and all that is in them. Lovely is Númenor)

You found no reason to laugh anymore. On the contrary, you were moved to tears. Feeling a drop fall to your cheek, you shivered. “They are teaching them…” you whispered in awe.

When you were lifted down from your father's shoulders your parents noticed how your cheeks were all wet. “What’s the matter, sweet daughter? Have you been crying?”, they asked with worried faces.

“I cried because it was so beautiful, seeing the bears together with our kind. I will never laugh at a bear dance ever again!”, you promised.

They looked at each other and smiled, feeling so proud of their child. And from that day, Sidhwen always accompanying them to ruxotompalë, even as they grew old and she had children of her own.

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I wrote my first Isildur/Elendil fic for @numenorweek Day 4: The Faithful This fic was inspired by this edit on tiktok that I love, but also by the early episodes of season 1 of Rings of Power and the ambition to create my first Númenórian oc. At first it was just a silly tavern fic but it grew to something bigger that I might continue soon... Link to fic on ao3 here

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#Reader x adar my beloved