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random injury/injured scenario memes !

send a symbol to find my muse —–

🌌 - suffering from blunt force trauma ( a hard punch to the face, hit with a bat, etc ) 🔪 - suffering from a stab wound 🔑- sitting on the ground, wheezing & coughing 💔 - crying & taking their rage/sorrow/etc out on a wall with their fist ✴️ - trying to tend to bad burns somewhere on their body 📢 - having just been in a fight & is now dizzy, ears ringing ⬇️ - throwing up from a sickness or injury they have ⛓ - chained to a wall/floor/ceiling & beaten bloody

vaethryn

THE BLACK HAND OF SAURON

#black hand of sauron #{yas}

ihaveagiftforyou-blog

@naragulkil

naragukil

A single woven sack was held by steel claws, leaving a trail as it was carried down a bleak hall, a lessening line of a thick crimson now staining the ground below in single drops. Meager trophies of freshly severed heads stirring lightly within would soon find themselves tossed carelessly over a pile of more heads. The quiet thuds would have been hushed if the hall had not been so silent, yet it was different within the barren hall. Its silence was the absence of life, leaving only an eerie calm around the dark figure that stood just before the once rangers, once loving mothers, and the once innocent children. Not all were trophies, yet these served as challenges to the Black Hand. The pile was small, but each had their reason for being at the figure’s feet. Nevertheless, they had only been mere game to a devout hunter.

The Black Hand stared at the heads with a gaze that was nearly as lifeless as their own. Lacking any form of expression, his voice had broken the dead silence for only a moment, “I grow tired of sport, my Lord.”

they had grown in the fain contest of talion – no , celebrimbor’s – mirthless chase to corrupt his urqi and dismantle his clutch upon mordor that had fallen away from the kingdom of gondor when they least deserved it , its lands succumbing to the might of his prowess . rain sizzled upon contact with the dark lord’s armor , glancing sparing light that seemed swallowed upon contact . his spirit-sustained armored vessel creaked with movement as the black hand made his return , orc encompassing the periphery parting in order to accommodate for his servant , sauron statuesque in the waiting dark . what was unseen was the incalculable dread that poured exhaustively and flooded the hall atmospherically , reducing even the most arrogant of the orc to whimpering cowardice before the unmitigated might of the dark lord . their refulgent succession of eyes parted from the inferno incumbent in the black hand , no motion from the dark lord to even regard his servant as his airs coiled in venomous , errant distaste .

’ ｉｈａｖｅｎｏｐａｔｉｅｎｃｅｆｏｒｙｏｕｒｐｅｔｕｌａｎｃｅ , ’ sauron snarled in kind , the air visibly undulating with mirages as the ambient heat grew hot and arid – suffocating to wet and mortal lungs , were there any .

’ ｒｅｐｏｒｔ . ’

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In truth, the Black Hand had only partaken in sport as a sort of lying in wait until Talion had pieced together what Celebrimbor could not directly tell him. Unfortunately for the Hand, the Gravewalker concerned himself with striking down warchiefs and riding caragors. Soon enough, the Elf Lord would lead Talion to him, right before the Dark Lord’s grasp.

“The Ranger continues to make his presence known, conquering strongholds as if he’d wished to reign.” Sure of himself and of his Lord before him, the Hand’s posture was still with pride as his ember-filled gaze drifted to the one before him, “You will have him cowering before you, my Lord. Just as Celebrimbor leads Talion, watching him grow into the warrior he fancies himself to be, it will all crumble as I rip the Elf Lord from his flesh.”

Having a natural eerie way, the Hand had seemed quite serene about the entire situation, “He will come.”

#{idek}#{Black Hand is a weirdo}#naragulkil

~ {this show is driving me insane- in other news, hello new follows, including the random prony blog.}

#;comebacktome #{game of thrones is ridiculous}#{can't stop watching}#{ugh}

tolkien-shitposting

#;comebacktome #I lol'd too much

maivolchica

ungoliamt

lotr colour series

⤷ lotr + green

enanoakd

choiceofmortality-deactivated20

THE NINE NAZGÛL - names and history belongs to MERP (except for Khamûl). You can read the complete history of each one in the MERP module Lords of Middle-earth Vol II:The Mannish Races.

melkorwashere

Just some thoughts and sketches; Sauron gives his power to the One Ring

yeap, I don’t think it was easy for him hhh

#;sauron

Yet another dark rp starter list

a few quotes, some straight from my brain, all possibly quite angsty

"I'm going to kill you now, I hope that's alright."

"Put the gun down!"

"You can't hurt someone who's already dead."

"I forget you."

"Don't say goodbye, I hate goodbyes."

"I can't believe I ever loved you."

"Shut up!"

"You've turned yourself into a monster!"

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"I can't stand the sight of you."

"Please, take whatever you want, just don't shoot them!"

"You traitor!"

"I should have expected this from you."

"How could you?"

"They're gone... I can't believe they're gone..."

"What the fuck did you do!?"

"We thought we were the good guys."

"What's the difference between a soldier and a monster?"

"I want their head on stick!"

"I can't believe you cheated on me!"

"Tell me why you did it."

"Just looking at you makes me feel sick."

"You're my prisoner now, and I'm never letting you go."

"If you scream I'll shoot."

"I don't want your money, I want revenge."

"It's your fault!"

"You're under arrest for first degree murder."

"We're going to die here aren't we?"

"This is going to hurt. A lot."

"I'm afraid it's terminal."

"You have 5 minutes to convince me not to kill you."

"You're no longer my child."

"The doctors say I only have a few more months."

"I know you've started drinking again."

@naragulkil

A single woven sack was held by steel claws, leaving a trail as it was carried down a bleak hall, a lessening line of a thick crimson now staining the ground below in single drops. Meager trophies of freshly severed heads stirring lightly within would soon find themselves tossed carelessly over a pile of more heads. The quiet thuds would have been hushed if the hall had not been so silent, yet it was different within the barren hall. Its silence was the absence of life, leaving only an eerie calm around the dark figure that stood just before the once rangers, once loving mothers, and the once innocent children. Not all were trophies, yet these served as challenges to the Black Hand. The pile was small, but each had their reason for being at the figure’s feet. Nevertheless, they had only been mere game to a devout hunter.

The Black Hand stared at the heads with a gaze that was nearly as lifeless as their own. Lacking any form of expression, his voice had broken the dead silence for only a moment, “I grow tired of sport, my Lord.”

#{idek}#{this was me trying}#{i'm sorry am noob}#naragulkil