Maglor

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[wandering-maglor]

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I went to my friend’s funeral today.

The whole thing was this huge sanitized religious production that would have pissed him off to no end. He was a scruffy guitar playing atheist hippie who spent most of his time being pissed off at the establishment. The saccharine words of his parent’s minister would have prompted a rant of epic proportions.

 If he was present. Which he wasn’t. Because he killed himself.

My friend Nate was twenty one years old when he killed himself. And it didn’t matter how much people loved him, or how talented and smart and funny he was. I guess he’s not in pain anymore right?

He made really silly faces

[theliel]

To basically everybody I rp with

[idahlrillion]

Fated - final

(part 1 - part 2)

[acommonanomaly]

I couldn’t resist.

[wandering-maglor]

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My friend killed himself today, so yeah. I might prolong my general inactivity 

[rock-meme-one-more-time]

My character has been feeling unwell and trying to hide it. Your character finally catches mine in their lie. Send me “I knew it.” for my characters reaction to yours finding out.

[annatarlordofgifts]

“Please don’t leave me. It’s cold.”

Capture Bonding/Stockholm Syndrome/Lima Syndrome Starters // Absolutely Accepting

He paused, his back turned to Maglor, a soft smile spreading across his face at the frightened elf’s pleas. He schooled his face back into a relaxed expression, and allowed it to soften farther, into a concerned and loving look. Slowly he turned back to face Maglor, crossing the room quickly to where Maglor was shackled by his neck to the wall, placing his hands lovingly on the elf’s shoulders. 

“Oh my songbird,” he cooed, wrapping his arms around Maglor and carefully drawing him into his arms, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “I wish it were not like this, but you are too flighty, and if I were to let you unchained I fear you would become lost or injured, and what would become of me then?” 

Wrapping his cloak around the both of them he nuzzled his nose into Maglor’s soft hair, and whispered, “I can sit with you for a few minutes, is that to your liking?”

[wandering-maglor]

Maglor breathed out as he relaxed into the warmth of Annatar’s cloak. His pride had long since dissolved away under the constant threats and applications of violence, leaving him raw and vulnerable to manipulation. He had not quite come to terms with his situation but his survival instincts pushed him to avoid torture and death through whatever means he could.

If Annatar wanted a docile little pet then that was the part that Maglor would play. Pride be damned.

“Thank you.”

[monstrousthingsrp]

Monstrous Headcanons:

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

Ask on-anon or off!

[thingsforrp]

More icebreaker/first interactions

“Sorry to be a bother but people keep telling me we look alike, can I take a selfie off us both?”

“Is that your dog in my driveway? They’re no bother I just wanted to ask”

“Mind if I sit with you? I just lied to someone that I have friends here so I can’t go sit alone”

“Hey, I’ve lived here for two years and I don’t think I ever asked you your name. I’m _”

“Sorry to bother you but I think my cat is eating a bird on your back lawn, can I go look?”

“Sorry if this is weird but can you pretend to fight me? Please don’t actually hurt me though”

“Hi my friend told me to come speak to you because I said you’re hot”

“Hey I’m new to the apartment block and there’s a spider in my sink so can you remove it please?”

“Mind if I pretend I claim you’re my boy/girlfriend?”

“Is that black and white cat yours? They’re so cute and I didn’t think I recognised them”

[acommonanomaly]

Elrond wants to heal them in any little way he can, even if it’s just bandaging cuts and scrapes.

[prxnceling-deactivated20190902]

“I knew it.”

My character has been feeling unwell and trying to hide it. Your character finally catches mine in their lie. Send me “I knew it.” for my characters reaction to yours finding out.

“It’s fine, Kana,” Legolas said dismissively, though his glassy eyes and flushed cheeks spoke otherwise. He did not know what had set this off; he suspected the meal they had eaten yesterday night at the inn, for they had nearly nothing but meat, which never sat easily in Legolas’s stomach. He had felt nauseous, his stomach cramped tight, since he had woken up.

“I would rather move on and deal with it on the road than stay here another night.”

⤜↣ ⦿ ⌇ [ @wandering-maglor ] ⌇ ⦿ ↢⤛

[wandering-maglor]

“Once we leave this town the nearest settlement will be a three day walk into the foothills of the Blue Mountains.” Maglor pointed out, his voice mild as he gently pressed the back of his hand to Legolas’ forehead. Although he did his best to appear calm and comforting the younger elf’s temperature was more than high enough to put Maglor on edge. 

The thought of making their way through rough largely-uncharted terrain while Legolas was ill did not sit well with him, and Maglor was familiar enough with the weather this time of the year to know that they might very well encounter rain and flooding during their trip to the next town. 

“Is there something wrong with this town?”

[prxnceling-deactivated20190902]

He sighed, putting his pack down on the bed and reaching up to rub at his temples. He felt so tired, but he doubted he’d be able to get to sleep with how much his stomach burned.

“I want to change inns, at least,” he muttered, pausing before offering an explanation. “I think the meal last night may not have been cooked through…that would explain this.” This was part of why he generally didn’t eat meat. As long as you knew a plant wasn’t poisonous, you were fine. Meat was so fickle.

“I do not want to risk making it worse.”

[wandering-maglor]

Maglor nodded slowly in agreement, accepting Legolas’ suggestion. 

“I think that would be wise.” He murmured. It was lucky that the town that they were in currently was larger than the average Mannish village. It was not quite a city but the population and local trade was enough to merit more than one inn. 

Gathering his few possessions Maglor slung his bag over his shoulder, looking at Legolas expectantly. “Do you feel well enough to come with me, or would you prefer to wait here and rest while I procure another room for us?”

[wandering-maglor]

"If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place." /// have pitiful, chronically ill modern Argon who is just so done with hospitals

((here, have a slightly paranoid recovering!Maglor lol)

Maglor tilted his head, his eyes roving around the hospital room as if he half expected some strange piece of equipment to come to life and bite him. The atmosphere of the hospital bothered him, it’s sterile scents and the proximity of countless narcotics nagged at the back of his brain like an ever-present itch. 

“I guess you’ve had enough of them to remember.” He replied, a tight smile pulling at his lips. He wondered what exactly his cousin was drugged up on, but refrained from asking. Maglor knew better than to torture himself like that, and did not want to burden Argon further with his own issues. “How are you feeling?” 

[moretrashyrpmemes]

For every § I receive I will say one random fact about my muse

[wandering-maglor]

Hospital Starters

[ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! :]

"Hey, you're awake!"

"Where am I?"

"You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."

"Don't try to get up. You're safe here."

"I hate this place..."

"How could you do this to yourself?"

"The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"

"You really came..."

"I told you I would be here when you woke up."

"How many tests did they do on you?"

"If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."

"When are they going to let you leave?"

"They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."

"What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."

"That's what happens when you're dying."

"It's probably time to change those bandages..."

"You aren't in pain, are you?"

"You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."

"That would explain why I feel terrible."

"I thought you were dead..."

"I'm not dead, am I?"

"I didn't know it was this bad..."

"I may not live much longer..."

"I'm dying..."

"You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"

"I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."

"I want you to know that I'll miss you most."

"Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."

"I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."

"I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."

"If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."

"Don't abuse that call button!"

"You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"

"Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."

"I get to come home today."

"Did you fill out the release forms yet?"

"They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."

[annatarlordofgifts]

wandering-maglor

“Leave him alone you sick bastard!” Maglor snarled, his demeanor changing immediately. In a quick motion he bared his teeth and leapt toward Annatar pushing against the Maia.

The thought of Sauron sinking his claws into the last remaining person who Maglor still loved filled him with not only dread but rage, and Maglor was so blinded by that rage that he could do nothing else but throw himself against his captor. 

“Bastard!” he gasped, pulling back from Maglor as though offended. “My dear songbird it seems you don’t understand - I am an Ainu, therefore I have no parents and cannot be a bastard.” Annatar shook his head, “I thought Feanor’s brood were meant to have a way with words, you most of all.”

“Although, on the discussion of parentage, perhaps it is your son we should be bringing. It would do him good to see you in captivity, as you once so cruelly kept him.” 

[wandering-maglor]

Maglor’s head reeled as Annatar threatened Elrond--the last person on all of Middle Earth that he still cared about. Now it seemed his affections had become a glaring weak spot, one that might cost Elrond and his family dearly. 

Panting he bared his teeth at the Maia, his face twisting in animalistic fury. Annater’s words tore through his mind as he struggled to think of anything to do that might save Elrond. Eventually the only possible solution showed itself to him, and Maglor dropped his head suddenly--as if he were a puppet whose strings had been cut. 

“I’ll do anything you want.” He said, voice paned but clear. “Anything. Just please don’t hurt him.”

[sexlessrpmemes]

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