Dont Worry, If Youre Just NICE Enough To Your Opressor SURELy Theyll Just, GIVE You Freedom, Out Of The

Casual reminder about Javert, published 1841 in ‘Pictures of the French’ by J. G. Janin.

No shiny uniforms, ponies, or hordes of obedient underlings there.

Me: *Goes through ao3 tag*

Me: *Reaches the end*

Me: *Goes through ao3 tag with lower standards*

We all have our gambles. Just ‘cause I’m willing to bet on the long shot doesn’t mean I don’t know the odds.

I’m well aware that there’s a high chance that what we’re doing may result in doomsday for us all. But I pushed my chips into the middle of the table long ago, so I might as well play my hand to the end.

IF YOUR ART GETS STOLEN

https://www.tumblr.com/dmca Go there, and do as the instructions say. When my art was stolen, I got the post reported, and it was taken down. Don’t worry, it doesn’t just take down the sources post, but it takes down all the reblogged posts too. Please give this a reblog, many artists out there may not know this is here. And remember, ask permission before sharing, or don’t post it.

critique day’s over which means I can fiNALLY POST THESE. story, art, and font are all mine ✨

... telling the laws of physics to shut up and sit down.

Vaarsuvius, genderqueer elf mage of the Order of the Stick. hella.

and she lived happily ever after, the end, tholomyès and bamatabois and everyone else can go choke.

the dress is essentially a blue version of @lesmiserablesfashions’ dress here, drawn without actually looking at the reference because i like to live dangerously.

|| Obsession. Use it however you wish, include Melkor, include the Silmarils, include nothing, just how you prefer.

Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.

|| I ;;; love you a lot okay

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He begged leave from Melkor, bribing and persuading and selling, whispering filth and flattery as much as it took. With a laugh, Melkor agreed, and with an untrembling voice Sauron thanked him.

Sauron announced that he would be spending the next two decades in his forge, and if anyone disturbed him he would be quite upset; and his black eyes flashed a terrifying white glow; and none disagreed, for Melkor’s blackened hand rested on his shoulder, and Melkor’s sharp smile hallowed his words.

And he barred the door and went to work.

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Manwë, king of the Valar