“Oh please you killed yourselves - you make it too easy.”

Dismissive wave of the arm. "A mere observation, Little Elf. Ask that mood @ThatElvishSass."

#ooc: this is so fucking accurate holy shit.

#ooc: AMEN?!?!?! I miss most my notifs now but it keeps showing me random shit on my TL from ppl I don't follow? GOOD JOB TWATTER

#ooc: YOU KNOW IT

#ooc: Its got me in such a moooood

"Believe it or not I may have had a little influence on @OFELFISMS's #TollingSass Factor."

//ayyye! Melkor has dimples ...Oh no Melkor has dimples

#ooc: That moment you realise "Oh shit, that Dick can kill my just be sneezing in my general direction."

"When you spot a typo THREE HOURS LATER and its already been RTd so you can do fuck all to change it." How the Scribe reacts vs how Melkor reacts.

#ooc: ....Only now realising how much bloody restraint #Melkor low-key actually has because he doesn't kill -nearly- as much as he easily could.

#ooc: I think its more along the lines of seduction. (which isn't just about sex -) Melkor finds pleasure in corrupting the pure and beautiful. While he makes some weird-ass ugly shit, he knows beauty when he sees it and he likes to possess it. *CoughSauronCough*

#ooc: I mate end up dating myself here as #TheTeaPart is an older band but for real, this song totally fits #Melkor. Its also HIGH-KEY what I imagine #Melkor's voice sounds like. youtu.be/e3pP4Mi93Bw?t=…

#ooc: Yep. Like, he's evil for sure but he's got ideals and philosophy. (he's also a lil shit) XD

—; Oғ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴘɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ, Aɴᴅ ʜɪs sᴋɪɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀʀᴇᴅ sᴀʟᴛ, Oғ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɢʟᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ’s ᴅᴀʀᴋ Aɴᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴏʀᴅ.

The Scribe is drinking but it is neither my wine nor the blood of my enemies. The traitorous bastard.

Dramatically, his obsidian eyes roll till they settle on the little Fire haired Elleth. He slouches, his angular cheek resting atop the back of a knuckled fist. "I am the -only- dark entity. All others are mere echoes of my glory." He said, sounding utterly unenthused.

Disgruntled noises.

Senses that 𝑺 𝑨 𝑼 𝑹 𝑶 𝑵 will throw a royal fit should he discover such dalliances, nevertheless, the towering entity continues to feign his 'moodiness' in lieu of his delight.

With a dispassionate grunt, he feigns a scowl at the little She Elf, one brow slowly perking its way upwards. "I see you have suffered no consequence from out little masquerades."