D A R K ▴ V A L A

Mᴇʟᴋᴏʀ Bᴀᴜɢʟɪʀ ﴾20﴿ ﴾ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ʀᴘ﴿

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

ya girl was hospitalized the other day for being a ‘danger to myself’ so i haven’t been on in a while, forgive me but i’m tryina get back on my shit so!! here i am!! slowly but surely i’ll get to replies

[cerulean-shark]

Me: I like it when everyone in the Silmarillion is morally grey, with no true heroes or villains, and I choose to portray them as such.

Someone: Except Melkor, he’s the ACTUAL DEVIL and you’re erasing canon by portaying him as being even the slightest bit sympathetic.

Me: …actually Melkor was right I’m sorry

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

Once Melkor had removed his finery, and shirked his outer robe, he sat down on the foot of his bed in wait for Mairon. The cool air surrounded him, licking the bare skin of his back, and he relished in it. When the door opened, he exhaled, and the muscles in his shoulders rippled under his flesh in anticipation. He had been waiting all day for this moment.

He watched as Mairon knelt, and then bowed, and then knelt once more. Melkor closed his eyes as his lieutenant spoke, and only opened them again once he had finished. “I do not want to hear it, Mairon,” he sighed, “as long as you know why you’re here, that is all you need to say.”

Standing, the Vala walked over to Mairon, looking down on him with dark eyes. “I thought I told you that shipment was to be made by yesterday,” he said coolly, running his thumb over Mairon’s cheek. He cocked his head to the side after a moment, and pressed his thumb into the Maia’s mouth, harshly grasping onto his jaw. “You seem to think that my rules are lax.”

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

Melkor leaned forward, almost without realizing, when Mairon attempted to speak. His voice seemed pleading, not angry, and the dark haired man nearly broke down in that moment. Eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, his gaze darted from the younger man’s face to the bright phone in his hand, and back again.

Was he calling for help? Was he telling his parents? Was he getting a nurse? All these thoughts swam through Melkor’s mind at a fast pace. Only a moment later, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Addled, he reached into his right pocket and pulled out his phone, turning on the screen.

‘olease holf me’

Melkor almost threw up.

Taking two cautious steps inside the room, he paused again, looking from his phone to the bedridden man in front of him. He searched Mairon’s eyes for any sign of fear as he moved closer, and he slowly took off his jacket, only glancing away to set it on the visitor’s chair. Once he approached Mairon’s bed, his hand flickered out to touch him, but his fingertips barely grazed the other man’s leg. “I...” he began, unsure why he opened his mouth to begin with. “I’m so...”

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and swallowed hard. After a deep breath, he carefully climbed into the hospital bed with Mairon, shifting him as gently as possible, and wrapped his arm around the other’s chest. Melkor buried his face in Mairon’s hair in order to hide the tears that were bound to fall from his eyes. He had been numb until now; now everything was crashing down around him and becoming so much more real.

[maleficradiance]

The supplies had been meant to go to their southernmost outpost. It was a simple mistake. Overall, it was an easily fixable mistake – already Mairon had dealt with it, and all was well.

Except for the fact it had happened at all. He had ignored Melkor’s order, and his great king was not interested in any explanations or excuses. Disobedience was inexcusable no matter the cause. Blaming it on his logistics officer’s miscommunication would not help him. He had to be punished.

Mairon was entirely aware of this, and despite the immense dread heavy upon his heart and the fear encompassing his soul, he smiled pleasantly to Angband’s court. He was graceful as always, dressed in the most elegant fabrics and adorned in his favorite jewels. Garnet embellished his ornate robe, and his hair shimmered in multiple hues of crimson and gold as he approached the table in slow strides.

He was quiet while he settled into a seat as servants dashed around, serving wine and dinner.

He knew without a doubt he was really in for it tonight.

He smiled radiantly to his master, tension in every bit of his being as his heart pounded. 

He’d be having extra wine with their dinner.

@rulerofdiscord

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

Having been made aware earlier that day, Melkor strode through his dark halls with anger boiling under his skin. He had had the time to prepare what was to happen that night, and he had made sure that Mairon was kept busy all day, so as not to see him until dinner.

Once he made it to the great hall, the doors were opened before him and he sat down gracefully at the head of the large table. Only shortly thereafter he watched his lieutenant waltz into the room and sit down at the table, covered head to toe in beautiful clothing and jewelry. Melkor met his smile with a cold, vacant expression. After a moment, he broke his gaze to look down at his food and begin eating, moving slowly so as to fully enjoy the tastes that were brought to him this evening.

The Vala was silent throughout the span of their dinner, keeping a watchful eye on what was going on around him in case an intervention was needed. As he finished his last bite of food, and washed it down with a swig of dark wine, he stretched out his neck and met Mairon’s eyes once again. “I shall see you in my quarters after dinner,” he spoke, loudly enough for the whole room to hear.

Leaving Mairon with those words, he stood and left the hall. The doors closed tightly behind him, and he made his way to his chambers on the far end of the building. Oftentimes he cherished this long walk, but tonight he used it to choose his future words and actions very carefully. Once in his room, he began to slowly remove his jewelry.

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

At the sound of the elf’s question, Melkor let out a chilling laugh. “What do I want?” he repeated, tone bordering on mocking. “I want you, on your knees for me, in front of everyone you love.”

The Vala’s smile turns cold, and he closes his mouth tightly. “I said, come here.” Impatience was coursing through his veins, and he could feel his fingers twitch at the thought of getting his hands on that wretched elf.

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros keeps his head high, despite the pain this creates in the back of his neck. He has no idea how long he has walked, or rather, been dragged along. His wrists are chaffed from the chains and his legs start to shake from hunger and exhaustion. The adrenaline that had rushed through him during that short, frantic battle, resulting in the loss of his guard was wearing off leaving him irritated and sore. With a cloth over his eyes and ever decreasing lucidity, he stumbles every few minutes.  The blindfold is taken off at the entrance to the fortress. Maedhros can tell even before his vision is restored that they are somewhere new by the ground beneath his aching feet. It is smoother now, almost like glass. The nine or ten soldiers who surround him drop to five, then three, as a few rush off to other tasks. Right before a huge set of doors, Maedhros’s heart clenches. He knows, without being told, who will be there when they open and he is roughly pushed inside. 

@rulerofdiscord

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

Melkor sits, waiting for his precious gift to arrive, blackened fingers tapping impatiently on his throne. The expansive room in which he sat was large enough to comfortably fit the dark Vala, meaning the elf that would be left in here soon would look much like a poor creature lost in a forest. At the thought, Melkor smiled, all too many teeth behind his grey lips.

At once, the throne room doors opened, and he watched a young red-haired elf stumble forward pathetically as he was pushed into the room. The looming doors shut loudly, and Melkor took a deep breath. At last, he thought. “Get up,” he rumbled, voice filling the chambers with darkness. “Come here, while your legs are still attached to your body.”

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

With a vague look of disgust, Melkor shook his head at the offer of Cheetos. He sat down, pulling the throw blanket up around himself and put his feet up on the opposite chair. “I expect to be here for a while,” he explained, when Gothmog gave him a weird look.

“It was by far the least I could do, Maeglin,” Melkor responded, finally looking him in the eye. “I told him it would be fun, it would be hot, it would be the time of his life, and now…it could be the end of his life.”

[maleficradiance]

Some time later, after many nights and many resuscitations with his mother weeping near him, when Mairon finally awoke it was a nurse who was there to tell him what had happened. Why he couldn’t speak. Why it was incredibly difficult to move. What if I never can play the violin again? His career was over. Everything, it seemed, was over. Helpless, hopeless, futureless.“I’ll call your mother. And your boyfriend is here in the evenings.” My boyfriend. He did this to me. I trusted him. All he could do was cry in silence. He was afraid of sounding completely stupid if he did figure out how to speak. When the nurse was out, he sobbed. Why couldn’t I have just died? His father, he later was told, was banned from the hospital by the police because he had tried to attack Melkor. At least Yavanna was able to get help before he would have gotten hurt. Despite everything, Mairon would never want Melkor to be hurt. And Aule definitely hated him even more than he already had. When his mother came up to the hospital, she showered his face in kisses and gave him a lot of hugs as they cried together. She left to bring back food, and she and a nurse helped him to sit up. He could eat with one hand, albeit too slowly. He hated it. He hated everything about this.Lying down again afterward, he watched something on tv with his mother as she held his hand. Then around dinner time she left, promising to be back in the morning. She left his phone with him so he could text in his good hand if he needed to.

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

Melkor had spent night after night at the hospital, only leaving once he knew Mairon’s mother would be showing up. He only vaguely remembered the day Aule had tried to attack him; he had nearly let the older man have him, nearly let Aule kill him right there in the hospital. He knew he deserved that, more than that, after what he did to Mairon.

Slowly getting up off the couch in his apartment, Melkor wiped his hand over his face. He had been sleeping during the day so he could be awake in case Mairon woke up while he was at the hospital every night, but so far nothing had changed in the younger man’s state. Dragging himself up, he showered and threw on some of his last clean clothing in order to make his way out to the hospital once again.

On the drive there, Melkor tapped his fingers against his leg anxiously. He was afraid of what would happen once Mairon eventually awoke; would he be turned away? Would his unconditional loyalty mean nothing to the other man? He figured he no longer deserved Mairon’s love, but perhaps he would at least find a way to apologize before never seeing him again.

He made his way to the front desk, absently picking up a visitor’s pass, and then he walked up three flights of steps instead of taking the elevator. He took a deep breath when he approached room 315, where Mairon had been staying, and then opened the door.

A moment of alarm ran through his mind when he noticed Mairon laying in a different position than before. Immediately afterwards, his stomach turned and he nearly backed out of the room again. Despite the fear and grief that settled over his shoulders in that moment, he stood firm, and opened his mouth.

“Mairon?”

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

JUST LET ME GET FUCKING RAVISHED ERU DAMMIT MY LORD 😍

“If you want to get ravished I assure you I can send you to Gothmog!”

[erynaran]

i’m workin on putting all my new threads into my tracker so i don’t lose any of them but that means waiting on replies just a tad bit longer, i apologize

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

Ravish Mairon and let me watch my Lord 😻

“I- I will do no such thing!”

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

(¬‿¬)

Melkor glanced to the side, obviously unamused. Holding back a sigh, he silently unbuttoned his shirt. Underneath his shirt his muscles tensed, and he shrugged it off his broad shoulders, leaving him in an A-shirt.

[wingedhero-deactivated20131020]

Every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

Ravish me my Lord 🤩

“I will do no such thing, greycloak. Who do you think you are to demand that of me? I can certainly destroy you instead.”

[ificouldbegin-to-be]

Rping with ADHD

You either hyperfocus on a thread or ignore it. There is no in between

“…What was I typing again?”

Five tabs of drafts open. Half a sentence in each.

“I don’t need to draft that. I’ll remember it.” (Spoiler alert, you won’t. )

“Oh look an ask/im! Let’s just open that and leave and get distracted and forget to ever answer it”

“…No seriously, what was I typing again?”

Aggressively spamming partner in excitement in caps and scaring them away

*writes a word* Time for youtube.

Begs for starter. Never answers it.

“Like this post for a starter!!” Never writes starters.

It’s suddenly 5:am because you spent all night hyperfixating on one thread

“It’s not that I don’t like our thread, it’s just not my hyperfixation so I can’t focus on it.”

*can’t sleep because you can’t stop thinking of said hyperfixated thread*

*writing lines for said thread in your head when you should be sleeping*

*sweats nervously while staring at 467546 unanswered ims/asks*

*melt down because you can’t just answer drafts like a functional rper*

“Hey let’s rp! …I don’t know what but let’s rp!”

“Friend: So did you make the starter yet?” “…What starter?”

“What’s a queue?”

“I was about to tell you an idea but I spaced out”

“Can’t write, gotta wander the house”

*chewing things while writing*

“….WHAT THE FUCK WAS I TYPING??”

Feel free to add your own!

[rulerofdiscord-blog]

With a vague look of disgust, Melkor shook his head at the offer of Cheetos. He sat down, pulling the throw blanket up around himself and put his feet up on the opposite chair. “I expect to be here for a while,” he explained, when Gothmog gave him a weird look.

“It was by far the least I could do, Maeglin,” Melkor responded, finally looking him in the eye. “I told him it would be fun, it would be hot, it would be the time of his life, and now...it could be the end of his life.”

[imlostinthesnow-blog]

Reblog if it is totally, 100% fine to send anonymous comments to your muse pertaining to the events in your RP

Example, if your muse kisses another muse, it is totally fine for you to get on anon and congratulate my muse, or to say that the other muse isn’t right for them. I will answer ic.