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Welcome. I'm M, 39+, She/Her. You can also find me on my other blog, @ms-trash-panda. Please enjoy yourself and mind the rules while you are here.
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okay I didn't send the last few asks but it sounds like morgoth can't handle mairon getting like, any positive things said about him by other people? and... I feel like starting shit, soooo
*on a megaphone outside of Angband's gates, with great hostility* Mairon's hair IS so pretty and he's also SO PRETTY, he's THE MOST WONDERFUL THING IN THE WHOLE WORLD, everyone else seems INSIPID, DUMB, and DRAB in comparison
Melkor, standing on the walkway that ran along the ramparts, hears what is said and clutches at his chest with both hands. “Oh!” He cries. “To be compared to a servant in both fashion and beauty! To have my own greater beauty scorned so! Fetch the dresser!” He shouts at an orc nearby. “And my barber! I must show this admirer of Mairon who is the true beauty of us all!”
He pauses for a moment, thinks, and adds more to his command. "And fetch Mairon! He must put an end to such vile slander once and for all."
*Is writing something when Mairon comes in.*
Mairon: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Writing a poem."
Mairon: "About?"
Me: "The most wonderful thing in this whole wide world."
Mairon, jealous: "Oh? And that would be?"
Me, turning to look at him: "Why, you of course. What else would it be?"
The Maia blushes. “I am moved, my love,” he begins, his cheeks aflame. “Pray read it to me; I wish to hear it.”
He crosses to the nearest chair and makes himself comfortable. Presently, he says, “I must ask you, however, to not let the master hear you declaring me the most wonderful thing in this whole world. There will be no end to his sulking if he does.”
the secondhand katana you gave me keeps whispering, mairon
is it cursed... or does it just need enrichment
Mairon lifts the blade and listens intently. He hears the whispers and perceives almost immediately what this blade—one that was plainly infused with an ancient form of magic—desires: something to toy with. An offer is made, and that offer is accepted.
“Let us make a gift of this to Tevildo,” he says, sheathing the sword in its scabbard. “It will drive him to distraction with its whisperings, but it will serve him right to come into my forge and push implements to the floor while my back is turned to him.”
Melkor : *rushes in the room and buries his face in my neck.*
Me : Well hello-
Melkor : *already hard and places his hand in places it shouldn't be.*
Me : -to you too, I guess ?
The Vala draws you closer into his embrace. “I trust you are in an amiable mood for love,” he croons, brushing his nose against your hair. “If you agree, we could take ourselves to my chambers. Or we could amuse ourselves here. Pray tell me, what will your answer be?”
Hello everyone! I am opening up my askbox to take requests because we are nearing that time of the year again! Christmas! Please select a prompt and send it along with a character x reader or character x character of your choice. The prompts are as follows:
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*depression hugs Mairon, sighs*
"Much better." :)
Mairon stops what he is doing and goes still. “Does this feel better, Y/n?” He asks, slipping an arm around your waist. “You can stay here, like this, for as long as you wish. My attendants will complete my tasks for me.”
(In the middle of the night when Mairon is already asleep.)
*sneaks into his room and climbs next to him*
Mairon: *sleepy confusion*
Me: Anxiety. *pulls him on top like a heated and weighted blanket*
Me: Ah, much better. 😊❤️
The Maia abruptly awakes, startled by this new presence in his bed, and startled by being pulled over it. “It is most fortunate you are a delight to look upon, Y/n,” he whispers affectionately, and draws the sheets over you both. “Sleep, Y/n. May naught disturb you in your repose.”
*Melkor, returning from the battle against Fingolfin.*
Me: ...
Me: Why did it take so long? 🤨
Melkor, startled by the question, hesitates for a moment. “I merely restrained myself, Y/n,” he swiftly explains. It is a bald-faced lie, but it is the only way for him to save face. “That is why I lingered overlong on the battlefield. Fingolfin insulted me with his challenge, and I thought of toying with him and giving him false hopes. Oh! How glorious that was! Why do you stare, Y/n? Do you doubt my tale? Oh! You doubt me! How could this be!”
Melkor, my love. If Angband was on fire and you could only save either me or the silmarils, which one would you choose?
Melkor looks at you, then the hallowed jewels, then at you again, his thoughts a roil. “Your life is most precious to me,” he confesses, “but so are the Silmarils.”
He struggles to decide. Minutes bleed into each other. Outside the closed windows, the wind begins to howl. Within, the Lord of Angband struggles and struggles to decide. In the end, he falls to his knees and, for the first time in his existence ever, says, “Oh mighty Eru, please guide my hand in this impossible choice.”
*the orange dress anon, to Melkor:*
Did you just call us a threesome?
...
I'm intrigued. Tell me more.
Melkor reddens. “We do make a most striking grouping,” he confesses, his cheeks aflame. “However, the success of such a grouping depends on the wishes of others. My lord Mairon,” he adds, turning to face his most trusted servant. “What say you to such an arrangement?”
*wears an orange dress, comes to stand next to Melkor*
Our matching Spooky Season costumes. We're the main colors of Spooky Season.
(*pulls Mairon next to them*)
And our two-in-one.
Melkor beams beatifically. "Indeed, Y/n," he cries heartily. "We are a most matched threesome! Come, Marion!" He adds, drawing Mairon closer. "Let us savour the delights of this season together! What say you to this plan?"
"I will join," Mairon says, "but only on the condition I get to keep my fair share of the season's spoils. Do you agree, my lord?"
Melkor grumbles. Never would he have considered letting another have a fair share of the spoils. Nevertheless, he nods his assent and extends his hand. "We have an accord," he declares.
*strokes Mairon's hair gently*
"Your hair is so pretty, my precious. Just like the rest of you."
The Maia purrs almost contentedly and says, "My thanks, y/n, for your praise." He closes his eyes, and, for a moment, loses himself to the bliss of being tended to by another.
Suddenly, a notion creeps into his thoughts, and his eyes fly open. "But do not let our master hear of this," he warns, though not ungently. "He would take kindly to another receiving the praise he believes is his rightful due."
*leaves hot pink safety goggles in the forge for Mairon*
Mairon steps into his forge, eager to begin a new day, and the bright pink protective eye wear drew his gaze.
"Pretty," he murmurs, reaching for it. Then he holds it up to the light and inspects it, unable to discern the identity of the one who left it behind. "I wonder who left this for me. I wonder why they did it."
*slaps a witch's hat on Tevildo* GET UP, IT'S SPOOKY SEASON!
“The season is upon us!” Tevildo cries, ecstatic. He tilts his head this way and that and is pleased the hat—a pointed confection made from stiff felt—stays upright on his head. “Oh, happy days! Y/n! Adorn the halls! And fetch me a cauldron! Tis time to bring to life new and terrifying magic!”
*Looks around, makes sure no one sees. Leans forward and kisses Melkor's head.*
The Vala, startled by the sensation, opens his eyes and looks around his vast and empty throne room, unable to find the one who awoke him with a kiss.
"Hmm," he murmurs, his body filled with a lazy sense of ease. "It seems that I have an admirer. Perhaps I should put on a pretence at being asleep. Then the one who kissed me will surely appear a second time. All will be revealed then."
*builds Tevildo an elaborate, Gothic castle-inspired cat tree that includes at least one maiden clutching a candelabra*
Tevildo beams, his pleasure writ large upon his feline face.
“At last!” The prince of cats cries, climbing his way up to the first platform. “An attendant who truly comprehends me and my many ways! Y/n! Pray help me into this robe! And fetch me wine and a light supper! I do not intend to leave this place until the master himself sends for me!”
