RP blog for Beleg Cúthalion and Mablung of Doriath of Tolkien’s The Silmarillion
Mun is 21+ | Heavy Queue Use | By Heather | carrd
Header by helreginn
Other Blogs: Finarfin | Sauron | Multi | Personal Blog
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
d e v o n
The Stonewall Inn

bliss lane
No title available
we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
𓃗
will byers stan first human second
tumblr dot com
EXPECTATIONS

★
Claire Keane
YOU ARE THE REASON
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Today's Document
Misplaced Lens Cap

PR's Tumblrdome
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Cosmic Funnies
seen from United Kingdom

seen from St. Lucia

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from Brunei

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
@thegreatstrongbow
RP blog for Beleg Cúthalion and Mablung of Doriath of Tolkien’s The Silmarillion
Mun is 21+ | Heavy Queue Use | By Heather | carrd
Header by helreginn
Other Blogs: Finarfin | Sauron | Multi | Personal Blog
*Slams open door to Belegs office and drinks all of his wine, screams at him and tweks in his face before passing out on his bed*
He's been in the wine.
".... are you quite alright?" That's his bed thank you very much!
He dragged the stranger to the floor.
Mablung at the Sack of Doriath. (For the Doriath bingo card, but this also is relevant to week 12’s prompt as well.)
Send my character an innuendo to see how they react
hm eppy
He's been in the wine
"...." he looked at his glass, as though to be sure what was in it. "Huh?"
Beleg, did orodreth get you pregnant
He's been in the wine
"It was a mysterious dream." he nodded sagely. "Perhaps he has such powers. I do not know."
My muse is completely intoxicated. Send me questions and my muse will answer them drunkenly.
In the woods
Send 🗡️ for my muse's reaction to yours leaning against their doorframe in the middle of the night, bleeding out but refusing to go to a healer.
courtesy of @meloraan / @honeyedstxrlight the inside of my mind
On this day in first age 489 my beautiful son beleg was taken from me. sometimes i still hear his voice.
and grappling with him in the darkness he seized Anglachel, and slew Beleg Cúthalion thinking him a foe [...] Then Túrin stood stone-still and silent, staring on that dreadful death
I'M GOING TO THROW MYSELF INTO THE SEA
But in the dim dusk of a winter's day there appeared suddenly among them a man, as it seemed, of great bulk and girth, cloaked and hooded in white; and he walked up to the fire without a word. And when men sprang up in fear, he laughed, and threw back his hood, and beneath his wide cloak he bore a great pack; and in the light of the fire Túrin looked again on the face of Beleg Cúthalion.
HE 😭 RETURNED TO THEM 😭NO MORE
Beleg would not do, and he said: 'Hard you are, Túrin, and stubborn. Now the turn is mine. If you wish indeed to have the Strongbow beside you, look for me in Dimbar; for thither I shall return.'
I like how JIRT sprinkles in the Beleg mentions in Silm before we get to the Túrin chapter, so that we know who he is when we get there.
✹ CATALOG 001 › i. ( type: tense scenarios )
this catalog is inspired by “writing action” by the san francisco writers' grotto.
[001] when confronted [R] is asked if they betrayed [S]
[002] in a dimly lit room [R] is tied to a chair by [S]
[003] when their chin is held [R] breathes out when [S] tightens their grip
[004] after an attack [R] is handed a damp cloth by [S]
[005] during a moment of crisis [R] is saved by [S]
[006] in the heat of the moment [R] kisses [S] to distract them
[007] in a moment of tension [S] backs [R] against a wall
[008] in the aftermath of violence [S] wipes blood from [R]’s cheek
[009] during an interrogation [S] whispers something only [R] can hear
[010] in the silence before dawn [R] reaches for [S] without looking
[011] when they’re undercover [S] places a hand on [R]’s thigh to keep up appearances
[012] in a hidden corridor [R] presses a blade to [S]’s throat before realizing who it is
[013] as the safehouse burns [S] refuses to leave without [R]
[014] when patching up a wound [R] flinches and [S] says “it’s me”
[015] after a mission gone wrong [R] collapses into [S]’s arms
[016] just before pulling the trigger [S] hesitates when they see [R]
[017] in a dark motel room [S] asks if [R] ever really cared
[018] when [R] tries to walk away [S] grabs their wrist and says “don’t”
[019] when forced to dance at a party [S] spins [R] just to whisper in their ear
[020] while bandaging a wound [R] winces and [S] softly apologizes
[021] when alone for the first time in weeks [S] touches [R] like they might vanish
[022] in the middle of an argument [R] confesses something they shouldn't
[023] when [S] is hurt [R] tears a piece of their own clothing to stop the bleeding
[024] when they reunite [R] refuses to let go of [S] for just a moment longer
[025] when [R] is almost killed [S] panics in a way they never have before
[026] when the blade is at [S]’s throat, [R] whispers, “give me a reason”
[027] after the scuffle, [S] wipes blood from their mouth and smirks at [R]
[028] after the fight ends, [S] holds [R] at gunpoint, trembling
[029] [R] tackles [S] through a doorway, both landing hard and breathless
[030] [R] lunges first, but [S] has them pinned in seconds
note: [R] = receiver + [S] = sender.