#bruz the chopper

[urukbignaturals]

With your thoughts on orc breeding out of the way- who would best to worst dad?

Oh man, this is a hard question! I will try with some of the Uruk/Olog boys i like the most, and hopefully my reasons make sense xD 1- Bruz the Chopper. Yes, I think -Bruz would be a good father. Despite what he did to Talion, he seems to be so genuinely nice for an orc. He is all smiles, very casual, treats you like a friend.... So idk, something tells me he would be good with children! He would know how to connect to his children and train them into nice warriors! 2- Azog the Defiler. OK SO HE ISNT IN THIS GAME BUT- Isnt Bolg his son?? this mean this orc DID breed, he IS a father. Now- I havent finished the hobbit triogy, but his son looked to be quite capable and respect him a lot. Also, he does lead other orcs, and i think orcs father are more like leaders for them, sooo yeah! Then again, I think he woud be a good father in ORc standards... in human though...

3- Ratbag. My poor boy Ratbag... Dont get me wrong, I think he would try. Very hard... But he simply isnt the brightes or most resposible in my eyes. Like... I can see him having to practically abandon his children in times of need- and he would say something like "They need to be independant!!!" Or something- he would feel AWFULL but like... they are orcs! Orcs need to face hardships on theri own to grow! Or something! BUT that said, he would def teach them all he knows. How to be sneaky, how to stay alive, how to befriend people stronger than them... And maybe, just maybe... He can get others to train his children so they become more than him- better, stronger, smarter! He would be one proud papa.

4- Bolg. Since i mentioned Azog i fee like i must mention his son too. Sadly I dont have much more to add to him. I think He coul be an ok father, if he follows his own fathers footsteps, but still, something tels me they both would be cold parents. They want their orc children/ tribe to be fierce, strong. No weakness would be allowed. So im sure they would be pretty toxic... I think he woukd get rid of any weak children he has...

5- Vog the Eternal. Im so sorry, but I cant think of Vog as a good father. He goes to the end of my lost simply because i just... I just cant! If anything since he is a necromancer, if any of his children dies he would be like "I can bring them back- STRONGER!" Wich isnt a good thing to say as a dad...

#ratbag the coward #shadow of war #shadow of mordor #lord of the rings #lotr #bruz the chopper #uruk #uruk hai #azog the defiler #Azog #Vog #Vog the eternal #Bolg

[ryan-is-a-god]

Brûz the Chopper is an absolute icon. "Bright lord, Dark lord... Same thing really".

#bruz the chopper #bright lord #dark lord #sauron #celebrimbor #talion #shadow of war #shadow of mordor #lotr #tolkien #bruz is actually hilarious #he jumped in after i dominated another captain and scared me #i was like danm we havent even done the mission yet!?

[fanboytoy]

Of all the fates in this world, you had never considered yours would be so gruesome as this: tied to a pole in the heart of a camp of monsters, alone and terrified. 

Uruks walked by often, sometimes laughing at you, sometimes sniffing at you or poking at you with their weapons, and other times blissfully ignoring you altogether. The smaller ones were the worst, stopping frequently to sniff at your hair or, worse, your neck, saying things about how delicious you smell (whether they meant for eating or for more revolting purposes, you dare not try to solve). The largest ones, the ones that looked like trolls but could still walk in the sunlight… they rarely even looked at you, and never stopped to sniff or laugh or poke you.

Except this one.

“Reckon you wish you were pretty much anywhere else right now, eh Tark?”

The gigantic troll-or leaned against a massive stack of barrels with its arms crossed as it looked at you. With three scratches across its right cheek and large fangs, it looked more intimidating than every other orc you’d seen so far… even the one that had nearly salivated all over you while pinching your arms and thighs. The troll-orc pushed off of the barrels and walked towards you, and in spite of the stories you’d grown up with describing orcs as dull, violent creatures, you couldn’t help but feel like it was… studying you. It stopped a few feet away and crouched, one massive hand cradling his chin in a mocking facsimile of a thinking Man.

“What? Of all the screamin’ humans, did we manage to get the only one that’s mute? Bloody shame, that.. I do like the way you lot scream.”

You can’t help the defiance in your eyes as you glare at it-- prisoner or not, you were brought up with pride and spirit, and you were not going to die like a frightened rabbit in a trap. Unfortunately, it seemed the troll-orc was amused by your show of anger. It chuckled, a sound that you could feel in your own chest at this range. Its breath smelled a different sort of foul than the others, less like fermentation and more like old blood, and up close you were able to see amusement in his eyes. It was cold, and cruel, but it was familiar… almost human.

Almost.

“Name’s Brȗz… you know what a name is, don’tcha? Got one I can use, or do you prefer nicknames?” When you didn’t answer, he rolled his eyes and kept talking: “Tark’s pretty basic… could call you Meat. Or Lunch. Bit late for lunch though…” He watched you as he spoke, like he was looking for a reaction.

“Maybe I should call you Slave. Be the best outcome you could hope for… or maybe the worst. Depends if you think livin’ in all this would be better than if I just popped yer head off now.”

This time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper in the back of your throat. Brȗz-- the troll-orc’s eyes flashed, and its grin widened to show off even more of its sharp, uneven teeth.

“Well now… guess you can make some noise after all, ‘ey? Now that the ghȗl’s outta the sack, maybe you wanna have talk with ol’ Brȗz. Better way to pass the time than just pretendin’ your knees don’t ache.”

You glare up at the troll-orc, refusing to back down or appear any weaker than you already had. Resentment bubbled up in your chest, and you clenched your jaw before speaking.

“I’d rather die than make small talk with Uruk-hai.”

The troll-orc laughed, this time much more of a single sharp sound than the bouncing rumble of before. “Uruk-hai? Nah, mate, I’m not one a’ those shrakhs. I’m an Olog! Better, brighter, bigger all ‘round…” He even had the gall to wink at you on that last part, and you felt the bile rise in your throat. He stood, and at this much closer distance you could tell that he was, in fact, bigger than every other orc you’d seen in this encampment. His hands alone were big enough to hold one of you in each, fingers each as big around as your arms; his legs were like solid trees, his torso thick and wide and covered in small scars. You couldn’t help but notice the way he moved: languid, confident, relaxed-- a predator watching prey go by and knowing that at some later date, he would be well fed. 

“Even still, my question stands: why would I want to talk with you?”

The troll-orc-- Olog-- grinned. “If memory serves, you never asked me a question… you just said you’d rather die than talk. And even if you had asked, I already gave ya an answer: passin’ time.” He stroked his chin again, and this time you knew he really was thinking. “Then again… could be better things to do with your time, right? Like escapin’... or prayin’. Maybe you could figure out how to bring world peace while you’re sittin’ there on your knees!”

“Fine! What is it you want? I doubt you have any real interest in conversation, so what are you truly after?” 

Perhaps that was the moment you should have realized your mistake. The Olog’s grin widened, going from mild amusement to nearly sickening wicked pleasure.

“Oh, nothin’ much, I get pretty much everythin’ I want ‘round here on account of bein’ the biggest, baddest Olog around! You know what’s a more interestin’ question though?” You could smell its breath again, and it took everything in you not to gag when it leaned down and spoke to you in a low, rumbling tone.

“I wanna know what you want.”

This was the second moment you had to try and steer yourself away from disaster… and this time, it was easy to see. But the temptation was too much, and even if you knew you didn’t have a chance in hell to succeed, you had no reason not to say it… right?

“Simple, Olog… I want my freedom.”

“Oh, simple indeed, innit?” He replied easily, obviously expecting your answer. “I mean, all I’d have to do is go ‘round behind ya, and untie those ropes, and you’d be off on your merry little way across Mordor and back home!” Your stomach dropped as he spoke, you hadn’t realized just how much the idea of escape was going to affect you, even though you knew it was never going to happen. And the way he treated it so casually, like he was telling children a bedtime story, made your heart ache for the fields and forests you knew so well before being dragged kicking and screaming into a world you didn’t know. And the Olog, damn him, he could tell-- you knew he could tell, the way he was looking at you like you were pathetic, like you were an animal, like you were prey.

Like you were his prey.

“Well, well, well… been almost a week since you got grabbed, and at least a day on the ground there, and you know what? Reckon this is the first time I’ve seen you look so down, Slave. As much as I like watching the life fade from you Tarks’ eyes, seein’ it while you’re still breathin’... actually, I kinda like it. But I tell you what, I’m already in a good enough mood without watchin’ ya lose all hope. So how’s about I let ya out?”

The shock must have been evident on your face, had to have been, because his gaze sharpened and his grin widened on one side, and he made a noise at you that you could only describe as some fucked-up kind of purring.

“Bet you’d like that, hey? Ol’ Brȗzie lets ya out, you go free… might even make it home if you’re smart about it. Bet you’d be real grateful if I untied those ropes and watched you run off into the sunset.”

“You’re toying with me, orc… I know your kind are cruel, but if you only came here to torture me, I’m afraid you’ll be getting no more satisfaction from me today.”

“Wouldn’t be too sure about that, Slave… after all, I never said I wouldn’t do it. Just said you’d probably be grateful if I did. Might even wanna give me somethin’ nice for my trouble.”

You grit your teeth, angry now at the Olog’s nonchalance. “Perhaps, if you actually did release me, I would be compelled to give you some kind of reward.” You spit the words like venom, and in the next instant you would finally realize how fucked your situation truly was. 

“Yeah? And what will you do for me, if I loosen those ropes a little?”

Your stomach drops once again as you look at him. He’s grinning. Its grinning. When did it become a he? Why did you get the sense that he wanted something from you that you would regret giving? Why did it seem like it wanted to-- to--

“Anything.”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. There is a moment where you look at the Olog-- Brȗz-- and you can feel regret and shame washing over you. It feels like a dozen lifetimes pass in the less than a second it takes for Brȗz to reply to you, but when he does, your cheeks heat and you swallow back a whimper of fear.

“Then let’s get some slack in those ropes, eh Slave?”

#bruz x reader #bruz the chopper #shadow of war #mordor #making good on my threat to fill this tag singlehandedly if necessary #because bruz deserved better! and still does! #also if people as I might make part 2s or post these bits + spicy continuation to here or to ao3 #for now this is just me practicing fro other stuff as well as giving my boy the recognition he deserves

[gobproblem]

A bit of lip sync practice I did a long time ago, using a voiceline from Bruz from Middle Earth:Shadow of Mordor. A short little thing, but it was fun!

#animation #animated #orc #shadow of mordor #monster #shadow of war #2d animation #bruz the chopper #my art

[thanksatt]

https://youtu.be/bG-TAB-HmBA

I've wanted to see this kind of reels for so long and now I got to see it. Sharing it with y'all because because 1) it's cool, 2) I want your opinions on this, if you have any

#zog the eternal #bruz the chopper #shadow of war

[rpgchoices]

Last choice of round 1! We have here coolest orc ever Ky from Salting the Earth vs Brûz the Chopper, antagonist orc from Shadow of War.

Tournament tag (all polls) here

#Brûz the Chopper #ky #shadow of war #salting the earth #bruz #orcs tournament

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Anything For You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aHjcIq

by AwkwardKindaTries

“Well, that seems like tough luck, hun. We’ve only got one left.” She says, looking back at you with half the patience that you currently have. Biting your bottom lip between your teeth, you begin to wear at it. With a quick glance behind you, you capture the sight of Bruz leaning against the bar, a large mug in his hand as he retells a tale to the barkeep.

“Well take it”

Words: 2925, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Brûz the Chopper, Reader

Relationships: Az-Harto | Ranger/Brûz the Chopper, bruz/reader

Additional Tags: sfw, Fluff, Intoxication, one bed troup

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aHjcIq

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

[offense-is-the-best-defence]

'Bright Lord, Dark Lord. It's the same thing really.'

Bruz the Chopper

#shadow of war #lol #i like this guy

[rauko-creates]

Can I get uh some Brûz The Chopper HCs(He was in Shadow of War)?

Okay, not sure if you're looking for anything in particular here, but here are a few Brûz thoughts:

Brûz spent most of his formative years NOT in Mordor. A few things make me think this: first being, he doesn't really speak the Black Speech. Secondly, he's just...different than a lot of the others around him. He fights for power, he plays the game, he's good at the game; but he seems to be one of the few who actually seems aware of the game and that he plays it rather than just scrambling for power on pure survival instincts

Brûz has worked with Rangers (or someone not orcs/Mordor/whatever) before, and it definitely was not by choice or a good experience, probably captured young and either lived as a prisoner or a slave. I'm thinking about when you first recruit him and his words are something like, "Bright Lord, Dark Lord - it's all the same." (Also, see above point about him spending time with humans and being more comfortable in common tongue than the black speech like other ologs like Ranger that hangs with Ratbag.) I think this is why he was able to play ye ol Gravewalker so well. I think that - aside from the constant power game that is life in Mordor - this plays into why he so readily betrays you in the game for a fort he doesn't really even want. He knows what people like the Bright Lord think of beings like him. He knows he'll be discarded as soon as he's no longer useful. He's not waiting around for that.

#Brûz the Chopper #shadow of war #shadow of mordor #tolkein #lotr #video games #bruz the chopper #rauko rants

[that-pissed-off-tolkien-blogger]

If your still doing the emoji ask meme thingy? I'd like 🗡and❓(Just general HCs I guess) for Brúz The Chopper?

Listen, if you send me something three days after the fact I will dig through my damn blog to find it so I can answer the meme ask. I'm an idiot with no life

🗡- Badass headcanon

Look as much as I want to punch Bruz in the dick, he's fuckin' badass. I mean for one olog, two that outfit is solid. I dig fur. We can take it as canon that he straight up rips people's heads off. Can you get much more badass than that? Imagine you're on the field of battle and then this giant olog straight up rips someone's head off! Scary shit. A smaller uruk or a human? Yeah I'm willing to bet he's gotten carried away and Predator style took the unlucky bastard out. He's tried ripping a caragor's head off before, but it didn't work out the way he planned. He just ended up ripping it's jaw off which did the job anyway.

❓- Anything else you want!

He secretly wishes he could pull off Az-Harto's makeup. There. I said it. Bruz in his deepest and darkest of desires wants to wear makeup but toxic masculinity.

#thankies! #bruz #shadow of war #bruz the chopper #TOLK Man answers #darling leech

[urukbignaturals]

I wanna write Yandere Bruz and Yandere Ratbag with the reader but like... I'm kinda dry on ideas... I'll type what I have in case later I get inspired...

Yandere Ratbag the Coward:

Stalker-ish yandere. He watches you a lot from afar. He isn't always the sneakiest but sometimes he leaves you presents and you chalk it up to him being shy.

What presents? Things he hunted (mostly dead rats, though he occasionally gets you rabbits and little birds), shiny rocks, the ears of stronger Uruks he totally killed on his own (aren't you impressed?), weapons also scavenged from those he totally killed...

He one time wanted to show you he could be a good mate by taking care of you, so he intentionally poisoned (he is such a genius) one of your meals. Despite his best efforts, he found out he wasn't at all a great medic or caretaker, so he had to beg Talion for help. Don't worry- you'll end up being fine, but the scare was so big that for weeks he hugged you tightly as he sniffed...

He knows he can't protect you but he has a big, strong olog friend AND the Grave Walker, so he definitely bothers them often, asking them to take care of you...

Ratbag may be the reason Talion and Az-Harto/Ranger become yanderes too.

Yandere Bruz the Chopper:

Some have already done some good interpretations for him, I'm not sure I have much to add LOL.

Bruz is definitely a clingy and manipulative yandere.

Like others have said- you must be at the very least in eyesight. He gets very anxious whenever he can't see you. He knows how dangerous Uruks and ologs are! What if another claimed you as theirs? Bruz can't allow that.

He has employed other Uruks to ambush you when you are alone, only for him to come out and save you. That way you'll be more inclined to stay close...

Cuddles. Many, many cuddles. He won't let you sleep alone and he simply can't sleep if you aren't in the safety of his arms.

Gets jealous of everything and everyone. Why are you talking to that coward? He is there! What's with you and the ranger? Isn't he good enough? Why are you sitting in that chair??? His lap is free! etc, etc, etc.

Might "accidentally" touch you inappropriately, "I'm sorry, little one, it's just that my hands are so big and your body is so small!".

Also, he "accidentally" marks you. "I meant to give ya a love nibble- sorry for the bite mark, sorry!" "Oh no, did I leave that bruise? I need to relax my grip, are you in pain? Let me help..." "Wanna spar? I'll be gentle this time.... besides, so far you haven't gotten a single scar! (yet)"

He lies to keep you on his side. "I heard Ratbag saying this", "I saw Talion rummaging through your things", "The Warchief asked Talion if he could keep you as a pet- and Talion said he would consider it! How rude!", "I need to warn you, that orc that asked to chat with you? Has a bet with other orcs on how quickly he can get in your bed..."

#ratbag the coward #bruz the chopper #lord of the rings #lotr #shadow of mordor #shadow of war #uruk #orc #orcs #uruk hai #Ratbag #Yandere #Yanderes

[mightyviciousologsfriend]

hope this hasn’t been done before

#like Ratbag I'm still not dead #just inactive atm #shadow of war #ratbag the coward #bruz the chopper #bruz #ratbag #shadow of mordor #tolkien #orc #olog #meme

[fanboytoy]

After Talion gives the fort to some other Orc, Brûz becomes… well, insecure isn't the word for it. He knows he's better than the other guy, the one following Talion for less time and who doesn't even help Talion to secure the damn fort. He knows he's stronger, smarter, and more vicious. It's not insecurity that drives this need, this hunger in him.

It's rage.

It's a cool rage when he allows himself to return to you, having gone to rip arms and legs and heads off some pitiful Uruks to be calm enough to avoid hurting you, but it is rage nonetheless. As he enters your shared room in the fortress, the one where you stay as a treasured pet to the Olog, you can see the rage hiding in his eyes as he says “Get on your knees and tell me how amazing I am.”

You scramble to the floor as quickly as you can, bowing your head to him as he walks towards you slowly.

“You’re the strongest pit fighter in Mordor, the most cunning Olog ever to be taken from the vats—” Your voice trembles as you speak, then cuts off entirely when he lets out a disappointed hum from so far above you. You feel his large fingers wrap around your body, lifting you into the air with so little effort, like a doll.

“Sorry Toots, not the praise I'm lookin’ for.”

You gulp, looking down at him now as he holds you above his head, arms pinned to your sides and legs dangling. His lips are parted slightly, fangs gleaming in the torchlight in the room as his breath comes in slow, steady growls; his jaw is set, the look in his eyes holds no joy or warmth tonight— at least, not right now. He lowers you towards his face, and you whimper.

“Brûz… you're better than every other Uruk, every other being in Middle-Earth.” Your voice is soft, reverent when you speak to him. “You have more strength than this world has seen, and you are cunning and clever and… and perfect. Nothing compares to you.” A deep breath passes your lips, and he squeezes your torso ever-so-slightly more as you exhale, restricting the next breath you take to deliver what you know he's really looking for:

“You're no mere Olog-hai… you are a god.”

The entire room rumbles with the sound of his purr (who knew Uruks purred? Or perhaps it was only Ologs, perhaps the trolls from which they came could purr as well). Brûz releases his grip just as slightly as he had tightened it, and you take a deep breath to enjoy oxygen while you still can. He brings you closer to his face, level with him now instead of dangling from above, and grins.

“Now that's what I like to hear, Babe… now take care o’ me like one.”

#brûz the chopper #brûz x reader #bruz the chopper #bruz x reader #shadow of war #stole the prompt from an ask game. yes i will be doing more of these. #i will singlehandedly fill this tag if i must or so help me i will die trying (:

[thanksatt]

Tag yourself, I'm a mix of The Quiet Kid and Mighty Vicious Olog Friend

#shadow of war #ratbag #zog the eternal #az-harto the vicious #bruz the chopper #uruk-hai #olog-hai

[ofuruksandnologsarchive]

arxryl replied to your post “ASK TIME!”

Anything Bruz and Ratbag say, or whenever the Poets come up with a song or limerick for you to judge ��

A few memorable quotes:

“It’s kind of a long story... Ranger killed the old Overlord, now it’s ours.” - Ratbag, Middle-Earth: Shadow of War.

“Reckon you’re going to skewer me? That little sword’s good for a tickle maybe, but you’re gonna need more than that to take me down!” - Brûz the Chopper, Middle-Earth: Shadow of War.

“My burden as the lord of rhyme / To slay my critics, one at a time!” - The Poet, Middle-Earth: Shadow of War.

#arxryl #ask time #uruk quotes #uruk #olog #uruk hai #olog hai #ratbag the coward #bruz the chopper #Shadow of War #shadow of wardor #shadow of mordor #middle earth shadow of mordor #middle earth shadow of war

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

Talion: *Is getting spit roasted by 2 Olog Captains, cursed and poisoned, a graugr is there, two drakes are in the skies, everything is on fire, a Nazghul shows up for some reason, the whole place is getting swarmed by Zog's revenants, the Tower of Sauron returns from the grave with his clones just to talk shit about this, and then-*

Bruz the Chopper Lore Friendly Australian Tutorial Olog: *Appears on a ledge* G'day Mate! Remember you can send one of your followers to infiltrate an enemy chieftain by setting them up for a match in the fight pit! Bye now, I'll leave you to your fun then, I'm going to slip some shrimp on the Barbie now, have a bloody good time with your new mates! *Wanders off screen*

Talion: *Is instantly mauled to death by a random ork, who becomes Pash The Tark Slayer as a result*

#bruz the chopper #talion #shadow of war #lord of the rings #lotr