Khamul

Indie RP for the ringwraith Khamul from Tolkien's Middle Earth | Muse and writer are of age and will not smut with anyone under 18 | Multiverse and AU friendly

[musicforyourplants]

[brightshroudedshade]

Chris Draws Shit

Drawings, paintings, and other assorted bullshit.

[thealgerian]

Al Qarara, Algeria

[havodadlegolas]

[stuffrpstuff]

Send "Tap" for my character's reaction to yours tapping on their bedroom window late at night.

[brightshroudedshade]

Uvatha whistled shrilly through his teeth to catch Khamul's attention. It looked like the other wraith was stuck, dark robes snagged tight about a branch. When Khamul's eyes fell on his own, the big wraith signed. <>

Their reputation left little to be desired so far as fearsomeness went, a fact which Khamul found downright hilarious, especially in light of his current situation.  Ominous tattered shrouds were well and good, until you went scouting up a tree!  And there he was, like a cat, quite good at climbing and terrible at descending.

Some portion of ragged cloth gave way with a sorrowful ripping noise as he jumped at Uvatha’s whistle; glancing down, he smiled crookedly, then twitched again as another bit of cloth gave - down he wanted, but not like this!

"Please.  My arms are stuck."

[uvatha]

Uvatha laughed his strange, silent laugh, and cast off his own encompassing black robes. Beneath, he wore only heavy boots, simple black trews, and a sleeveless jerkin. It was the work of a moment to catch a branch and haul himself by main strength up into the tree, and only a few moments more before the big wraith, surprisingly nimble and flexible for his size, had reached the trapped Khamul.

With careful fingers, he unwove and unstuck the tatters of the Easterling’s dark robe and then moved back along the branch he straddled, gesturing for Khamul to precede him.

[brightshroudedshade]

He made no effort not to laugh with Uvatha - gods have pity on anyone who took themselves too seriously to be amused at getting stuck in a tree!    Beyond that, he mused as he watched the big wraith's ascent, what sort of person could, knowing Uvatha, resent his good-natured mirth?

The instant Uvatha freed a hand, he caught the branch, and soon had himself upon it.  Where Uvatha straddled, he stood, the edge of one hand barely ghosting along a higher branch as he followed the taller man back to the tree's trunk.  Given their relative means of locomotion, he quickly caught him up, and, leaning down, butted his forehead gently against Uvatha's, fingers threading through the tousled hair at his nape.

"Thank you, Uvatha.  Are you sure you aren't part cat?"

[brightshroudedshade]

Uvatha whistled shrilly through his teeth to catch Khamul's attention. It looked like the other wraith was stuck, dark robes snagged tight about a branch. When Khamul's eyes fell on his own, the big wraith signed. <>

Their reputation left little to be desired so far as fearsomeness went, a fact which Khamul found downright hilarious, especially in light of his current situation.  Ominous tattered shrouds were well and good, until you went scouting up a tree!  And there he was, like a cat, quite good at climbing and terrible at descending.

Some portion of ragged cloth gave way with a sorrowful ripping noise as he jumped at Uvatha's whistle; glancing down, he smiled crookedly, then twitched again as another bit of cloth gave - down he wanted, but not like this!

"Please.  My arms are stuck."

[memes-for-the-rper]

Your character finds mine stuck in a tree. What's your character's reaction?

[sapphicdalliances]

the world is incredible. there are girls in this world, and there are also dogs. you can put melted cheese on any type of potato.  sometimes flowers grow even when nobody is there to water them. right now on this same planet where we live there are people who are in love with each other kissing each other on the nose. emotions and colours are both things that exist. everything is so great

[brightshroudedshade]

❤ describe how they show affection, ✭ what is one of their favorite items?

❤ describe how they show affection:  

Before he became a wraith, Khamul was extremely demonstrative.  He'd hug people, sling an arm around their shoulder to talk to them, punch their arm, lovingly harass them, flop down with his head in their lap, flirt outrageously...and if they took him up on it, hey, what an added bonus!

Post-wraithing, he's far more reticent; he'll sit near someone, but outside their personal bubble, and break his heart into a million pieces yearning for contact but not wanting to inflict his horribleness on them.

✭ what is one of their favourite items:

Wrought of heavy white gold, it wears the face of a spotted hyaena.  She does not snarl, but listens from ears tipped forward, and watches with eyes that, though of carven opal, seem to see.  His mother gave it him on the fourteenth anniversary of his birth, when he came of age, and with its face of regal inquisitiveness he sealed all his personal correspondence.  He wears it still upon his right thumb.

[spiritscalling]

Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

[bioplanet]

[the-goddamazon-deactivingsoon-d]

I still have this clothing line’s site favorited for when I can finally afford my post-Apocalyptic cyberpunk wardrobe.

Their clothes are expensive as fuck to be looking so damn raggedy.

[brightshroudedshade]

[reachanystar]

[irresistible-revolution]

#cutie#I just like imagining the nazgul rider reaching up and scratching the fellbeast’s belly and saying in an ominous hissing voice#WHO. ISSSS. A. GOOD. BAHHHHHOOOYYY.#and the fellbeast thumping its tail on the ground such that one of the less structurally sound ruins collapses#god I want a fellbeast to chill with on the ruins of a recently-conquered city

[maitopoika]

hot enemy soldiers

[irresistible-revolution]

#lord of the rings#okay but MIDDLE EARTH MUGHAL EMPIRE Y/Y????#if Aragorn gets to be King Arthur then let’s give Harad an Akbar—a near-divine figure behind whom all those diverse tribes unite#all that centralized government and administrative strength to Gondor’s medieval fiefdom thing#and a class of nobility decidedly subordinate to the king—none of this dol amroth nonsense#I can’t decide if Umbar is the capitol and it’s just Gondor (stupid empire-building Gondor) that refuses to acknowledge it#(they totally outclass Gondor in poetry btw like let’s be real)#(rumi runs circles around beowulf)#(…their music is probably better too they have courtier-musician-philosophers who practice something like musiq-i-asil)#(and then there’s Gondor like—”so have you heard the one bout the cat and the fiddle?”)#I wonder if Harad was prosperous and powerful until Sauron started blocking trade routes#bleeding them dry until they had no choice but to turn to him#I wonder if Gondor embargo’ed them#I wonder how many tag novels I have to write before someone goes ahead and writes this for me