RP blog for Sauron of Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings
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RP blog for Sauron of Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings
Mun is 21+ | Sideblog | By Heather | carrd
TROP friendly, but not TROP based.
Other Blogs: Beleg | Finarfin | Multi
Her brows tightened at the sharpness of his voice. He never admonished her.. She blinked quickly, trying to understand it. The ring never once came into her possession.. Her palm lingered on his cheek as round eyes scanned the floor.
It didn't take long. Or any time at all. The vibrant gleam of it's gold drew her eye almost as violently as his desire.
She laughed softly, using her touch to guide his eye towards the object.
"Take it for yourself, my love." She urged gently, "I have not yet touched it."
Like a man starved, he scrambled and snatched up the ring. The moment it was on his finger, a calm spread over his face, the light restored to his eyes.
It gleamed on his hand. He grinned at her, high on the explosion of power that rushed through him.
"Look what I have made, Hel. There is nothing in this world that can stop me now."
gondor has no king. nobody likes you
"This very special month, I am offering my services to my loyal subjects: I believe the mortals call it 'top' or 'bottom' surgery. It is not optional."
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"Oh, you're right!" She laughed gently, "How do you do it? hm..." She pressed her free hand against the wall behind him, her head angled down so when she smirked it was through her brows.
It wasn't quite as menacing as he would do it but there wasn't not some modicum of menace in her eyes as she pressed him tight against the wall with her chest.
"But even this.." she eyed him up and down, from his borrowed stare to her betraying mouth. "Is not how you behave with him, is it?"
Her smirk only widened as she caught a crooked finger under his chin and flicked it upward, teasing. "You are a terrible actor, but he believes it well enough. Docile and placating when his eyes are on you - seething and ire-filled when not, yes? I am better at make-believe. I have confidence he will never suspect."
"That is more like it."
He laughed under her gaze, unable to quite take it seriously when he knew who it was under the illusion of his face. There was something inherently unnerving, even for him, watching his own face look back at him.
"Yes, docile." he pulled a face at the word, nose wrinkling. His own ploy disgusted him, but he put his goals ahead of discomfort. "Be careful, play the part too well, and I might suggest we swap for the long term."
Every step was followed by a measured glance, to be sure he noted her path. He followed with an unsurprising grace but she never once let her guard fall. This mission was peril and danger in abundance; To calm was to lose focus.
"If all goes well, an army will not even note your absence," She chuckled, finally close enough to an open window that she paused, stared up at him and then rolled back, pulling him down along with her.
She held a hand over his mouth, feet finding the ground with uncanny ease. Her other hand divested shoulders of her cloak and swung them around his frame. Finally, she leaned up and forward, her words so low even he would struggle to hear, "Do not speak loud until I walk through --" she pointed to the door, centered in the room, "That door. If we play this right, they will only ever see me descend."
His answer was a nod, as he took his place. His mind reached out to her.
Tell me what I must do. Do I follow, when you give the word?
There were more mysteries in the world than he knew, it seemed. What was this place, and her connection to it? If the danger were not to present, he would be interrogating her.
Not to worry. He would save them for later.
BLOOD KINK PROMPTS
this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion. general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there.
[ CUT ] for sender to use a knife on receiver, making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.
[ SLIT ] for receiver to use a knife on sender, making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.
[ BITE ] for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex.
[ BITTEN ] for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex.
[ CLING ] for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood.
[ TASTE ] for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood.
[ TASTED ] for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood.
[ SAMPLE ] for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger.
[ SAMPLED ] for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger.
[ TAKE ] sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand.
[ TAKEN ] receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand.
[ CONSUME ] sender needs to feed on human blood, receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of.
[ CONSUMED ] receiver needs to feed on human blood, sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of.
[ OFFERING ] sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them.
[ OFFERED ] receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them.
[ GIVE ] sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean.
[ GIVEN ] receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean.
[ MUFFLED ] for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood.
[ MUFFLING ] for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood.
[ DRINK ] sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts.
[ DRINKING ] receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts.
[ SAVOR ] sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.
[ SAVORING ] receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.
[ PAIN ] sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral.
[ PAINED ] receiver makes cuts in sender’s thighs before or during oral.
bouncing on it in repentance
Sauron was kind of funny for becoming Ar-Pharazôn’s conniving eunuch
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“Oh, I apologize did you prefer email? Is your address still [email protected]?”
"That's not even a real domain, asshole."
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do u mind if I practice my cruelty here. ok thanks
🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek. (Sauron and Pharazon) -✧- @admirableringmaker
The sacrificial rites for the Lord of Darkness had begun to take place upon Zigûr's advice and it seemed that all was going well. Nothing bad had yet happened to the isle of Anadûnê and their domain over Middle-earth strengthened. Even the altars of human sacrifice had spread from Armenelos to the shores across the sea. Soon would come eternity ensured for the King, with the sacrifice of some of his own life's source.
The temple smelt of blood and death, ash and smoke.
It could not have been more beautiful. Blood, brilliant crimson, dripped into the golden chalice. The seal of devotion. The seal of doom, the completion of Zigûr’s plans. His smile, as his ringed jewelled fingers dragged across the open wound, was sharp. Everything he had worked towards, every humiliation he had borne, would bear fruit, watered by the blood that stained his fingertips.
His touch lingered over Ar-Pharazôn’s cheek, staring into his eyes. Zigûr could feel the warmth of him, the solidness, the realness that made up mortal men, that drew him ever inwards in fascination.
“What greater gift could he desire, than the blood of his most devoted freely given?” At last he stepped away from the king, taking the chalice to the altar, kneeling before the great statue of his lord as he offered it up.
His eyes turned black, a little trick he had developed to pretend he was communing with Melkor.
“What is that you desire, o lord of all Men?”
In Shadow of Mordor they shove sexy Morgoth figurine into my face when the only actual Tolkien knowdlege I've had before the game is watching movies as a kid. Couldn't stop myself anyways
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🌸 ˗ˏˋ A laugh spilled from Súravanyë's lips at the face Mairon made. ❝Those are called flowers, my dear~❞ They booped his nose (potentially risking significant injury, but oh well) & looped their arm cheerfully through his to steer him back toward the heart of the celebration. ❝I know a fungi crown would have been far superior, but I was told not to make one, for reasons still unkown to me... anyway, you weren't thinking of leaving already, were you~?❞
If a maiar’s gaze could kill, his would now, as he glared at Súravanyë. As though these flowers were a personal insult — indeed, it was a wonder they did not shrivel up and die the moment they touched his head.
Reluctantly, he allowed himself to be led back towards the party.
“I am always thinking of leaving. There is so much work I could be doing.” he huffed, grumpy. “I do not like celebrations.”
And, pray tell, what's that supposed to be?