Blog Moved

moved to http://rulerofdiscord.tumblr.com ─ separate account

[erynaran]

Mᴇʟᴋᴏʀ Bᴀᴜɢʟɪʀ ﴾17﴿ ﴾ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ʀᴘ﴿ ﴾sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ﴿ SEMI-HIATUS

heyooooo I moved my melkor blog to its separate account finally. anyone interested in following, it’s here! same url, different blog.

[erynaran]

so yeah i’m moving at least one of my side blogs to its own account, starting with rulerofdiscord. i’ll be setting it all up and absent (still) until i get it set up. then i’ll be following people i’m rping with there or interested in rping with…but for now, anything is moving. the new blog will eventually have the same url but until it’s completely set up the side blog is keeping it.

[roleplaypositivityy]

rulerofdiscord

rulerofdiscord - This Melkor is incredible. In the Main Verse he is incredibly violent and brutal, always acting very “Dark Lord” and unaware of or uncaring about feelings. Many people are repulsed by muses that prefer gore over anything, but in my opinion it fits this character perfectly, since Melkor is said to be the darkest to have ever existed in Tolkien’s world.But I also enjoy their Melkor in AU’s where he is almost normal. He just seems to have an anger issue…

[tomuse-blog]

i don’t want ( apologies ) i want you on your knees,  c h o k i n g  on your own blood i want my name on your lips, begging:

                     ———–     forgive me, forgive me, forgive me 

do not tell me you are sorry – i will show you ’ sorry ’.

[lieutenant-of-darkness-moved]

Stripper AU

rulerofdiscord

[mishacolins]

in my mind, i see dragons as sort of untamable

so even though the dragons were on melkor’s side, they would not always obey him (see glaurung who appeared too early for melko’s liking)

but anyway, imagine melkor gloating about his perfect dragons (right after he has created) them to mairon and imagine it going somewhere like this:

“my terrifying creations are the fucking best amiright my dear mairon?” “I guess?” “look how evil they are! And they’re mine and they will follow my orders!” *points at dragon* “hey you, come here!” *gets blasted with dragon fire* “i thought you said they were gonna follow your orders, my lord” “shut up”

[lord-of-angband]

[driftinglightofthewoods]

nOW IM LAUGHING EVEN MORE OH MY GOSH MELKOR PLZ

[annatarlordofgifts]

rulerofdiscord

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

Fallen to Ruin

[argonarakano-moved-blog]

Argon winced, knowing two hours was not enough time. He wondered if Melkor wanted a punching bag. He nodded and inclined his head. “Of course master,” he said, before scurrying off to see what he could do.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

The Vala shook his head, busying himself with other important work while Argon was left to do his job.

[argonarakano-moved-blog]

Argon scrambled back to the throne room, well over his two hours. “I’ve finished master!”

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

By the time Argon had finally made his way back to the throne, room, Melkor’s jaw was set in anger. ❝Shut your mouth,❞ he barked, fingers pressed into the arms of his throne. ❝I gave you two. hours.❞

[argonarakano-moved-blog]

Argon closed his mouth slowly and looked down at his feet, wincing and knowing that the explosion was yet to come.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

❝Two hours later I am still waiting for your useless form to show at my feet. Who do you think you are to make me wait?❞ The Vala surged with anger as he watched Argon before him. ❝What excuse do you have to give besides the stupidity of the elven race?❞

[lord-manwe]

❝You thought you were standing beside me, you were only in my way.❞ //[rulerofdiscord] oops?

       ❝Brother,❞Manwe squared his shoulders to look at his brother. ❝Must you be so cruel.❞

// rulerofdiscord

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

❝Must you be so ignorant?❞ the dark Vala asked in return, jaw set firmly.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

Fallen to Ruin

[argonarakano-moved-blog]

Argon winced, knowing two hours was not enough time. He wondered if Melkor wanted a punching bag. He nodded and inclined his head. “Of course master,” he said, before scurrying off to see what he could do.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

The Vala shook his head, busying himself with other important work while Argon was left to do his job.

[argonarakano-moved-blog]

Argon scrambled back to the throne room, well over his two hours. “I’ve finished master!”

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

By the time Argon had finally made his way back to the throne, room, Melkor’s jaw was set in anger. ❝Shut your mouth,❞ he barked, fingers pressed into the arms of his throne. ❝I gave you two. hours.❞

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

Fallen to Ruin

[argonarakano-moved-blog]

Argon winced, knowing two hours was not enough time. He wondered if Melkor wanted a punching bag. He nodded and inclined his head. “Of course master,” he said, before scurrying off to see what he could do.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

The Vala shook his head, busying himself with other important work while Argon was left to do his job.

[lieutenant-of-darkness-moved]

Exotic Dancer AU

[lieutenant-of-darkness-moved]

Mairon let his eyes wander through the audience, men and women alike, most in expensive looking suits or costumes. The first row were all men, mostly of the heavier sort, with almost no hair left on their heads, sweat on their brows most likely from the temperature in the club and his dancing alike. He sighted internally, while they meant good money and would surely request a private dance later, he would still have to overcome his reluctance to get close to them and touch them during his dancing. Touching customers was the norm and being touched by them wasn’t forbidden either. And while his colleagues sometimes sold their body completely, Mairon was absolutely repulsed by it.

Directly in front of him however, sat a man whose looks were in a high contrast to the men around him. He was taller, still had a full head of hair, his dark suit accentuated his athletic figure and he held himself with the aura of someone who had a lot of power in his hands. Sadly he wasn’t looking at him; he seemed more interested in his colleagues. That didn’t stop Mairon from looking at him, though. While he was circling the pole he let his eyes roam over the man’s form and caught himself hoping that he would arrange a private dance later, and hopefully before any of the others did.

During a complicated looking, but actually not that hard pose, where he was hanging almost completely upside down and only held in the air by his legs their gazes met and when he had to look away to continue his performance he had to admit he was intrigued. During the rest of the performance he kept looking back to the man in the first row and when the three dancers moved down to her knees, arched their back and began to move their hips in a seductive manner, the young man instead of watching the room, fixed his eyes on the man directly in front of him, never breaking eye contact.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

As Melkor came to notice how often the main dancer’s gaze fell upon him, a knowing smirk settled on his face. He cocked an eyebrow as he watched, fingers tapping in beat with the music on the arm of his chair. His eyes traveled up the young man’s long legs, gaze settling on the way the muscles in his thighs moved as he danced. His eyes followed as the dancer turned himself nearly upside down, making brief eye contact before he glanced back up along the other’s body.

Even after the dancers had moved back to the floor, Melkor did not look away. His watchful gaze occasionally came to look the younger man in the eye, but he spent most of the time with his eyes focused right between the dancer’s hips. The way he moved was indeed seductive, and with the way Melkor had been picked out in the crowd, he was sure he would be getting a private dance as the night progressed. He liked this one...the intrigue overcame Melkor as he once again held eye contact, giving the dancer a small nod in appreciation.

[justjerked]

anyone know the source video?

[lieutenant-of-darkness-moved]

rulerofdiscord do I really have to say anything?

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

annatar-lordofgifts

❝What do you remember?❞

[annatarlordofgifts]

Annatar blinked and stared up at him. “Nothing,” he whispered after a moment, the hospital machines around him beeping.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

Melkor’s jaw shifted in thought as he moved in from the doorway, arms still crossed over his chest. ❝Nothing? Whatsoever? What’s the last thing you remember?❞

[annatarlordofgifts]

Annatar closed his eyes, struggling to think. “Dinner,” he said finally.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

❝Dinner,❞ he murmured, donning a smile. ❝Long enough to forget the trauma, but not too long at all...good. No foul memories or traumatic images.❞

[lieutenant-of-darkness-moved]

Exotic Dancer AU

closed starter for rulerofdiscord

Peeking through the curtain of the stage in the back of the club, Mairon noticed that today -as usual on a Friday night- there wasn’t a single empty chair. He couldn’t deny that he was nervous; he always was before a big show, especially when he was dancing as the main act. Shaking his limbs and adjusting his costume one more time he nodded towards the sound-guy and the two men who would dance on the two poles in the background of the stage.

After the lights were dimmed and the music started they walked out on the stage swaying their hips and swishing their hair; he was completely concentrated on his performance. In the rhythm of the music all three of them came to stand back to back in the very middle of the stage and with the change of the song took their dress shirts off, threw them to the side and revealed the black and gold spangled neckwear, the metal upper arm bangles and leather bracelets they wore underneath.

The small group split up and everyone reached their pole in time with another change in the music. They all unbuttoned the dress pants they were wearing and let them slide to the floor, kicking them away with a seductive smirk, revealing a spangled loincloth that perfectly fitted the rest of what little they were still wearing, before they began their dancing routines, circling the pole, moving their hips about and absolving a series of figures.

As soon as his hands had connected with the cold, dark metal of the pole all nervousness had left the young man’s body. He knew what he was doing and he knew that he was good at it, this specific routine was one he could basically do in his sleep and he let his gaze wander through the audience, especially the first row; they were the best candidates for a private dance later on.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

Glad to have a good, long Friday night to himself, Melkor made a point of getting the best seat of his favorite strip club. Sitting mid front row, as the main act of the night was about to come on, he was leaned back casually in his seat, one hand resting curiously on his jaw. A keen sense of intrigue coursed through him as the music began, and he watched as the three men stepped out onto the stage.

Watching the hips of the man to his left, he blinked passively, sizing him up while he began his dance. While Melkor found the languid movements of his muscles alluring, the shape of his body was unsatisfactory in the man’s eyes. His gaze flickered across the stage, only stopping for a sheer moment to look at the red-blond man in center stage, and continued on until his eyes fell upon the dancer to his right. Immediately dissatisfied with the other’s choppy dance moves, he let out a noise of disgust, not caring who would hear him.

After deciding the two at his sides weren’t worth his time, he faced forward to watch the main dancer on the pole before him. He was perfectly muscular, and the way his body moved against that pole pulled a smirk from his lips. They made eye contact for a brief flicker of time as the dancer looked on, and Melkor shifted his position attentively. There was something so enticing about this one, he thought, and Melkor decided right then that he would indeed be seeing this dancer another time tonight.

[finrxd-archive]

       Findarato turned at the voice behind him and offered the much taller person a broad smile. “You can tell me where I am then,” he said, dropping the bag. “Up please, my feet are cold,” He held up his arms, palms open with fingers moving. “I’m Findarato, grand-atya Finwe’s favorite!” He proclaimed, remembering he’d been asked who he was.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

The Vala watched with darkening confusion as the beautifully golden child reached up to him. Your feet are cold because you should not be here,❞ he told the little boy, keeping his voice calm. Though, at Findarato’s introduction, Melkor’s lips parted curiously, and a cruel thought blossomed within his mind.

❝Finwe’s favorite?❞ he asked, bending down to pick the child up and settle him against his broad chest. ❝Why, that changes everything...what is Finwe’s grandchild doing here? How did you get within these walls?❞

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

annatar-lordofgifts

❝What do you remember?❞

[annatarlordofgifts]

Annatar blinked and stared up at him. “Nothing,” he whispered after a moment, the hospital machines around him beeping.

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

Melkor’s jaw shifted in thought as he moved in from the doorway, arms still crossed over his chest. ❝Nothing? Whatsoever? What’s the last thing you remember?❞

[rulerofdiscord-moved]

annatar-lordofgifts

❝What do you remember?❞