RP blog for Beleg Cúthalion and Mablung of Doriath of Tolkien’s The Silmarillion
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* ☔ : action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )
- crown of dawn. sender swears their fealty to the receiver.
- crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver.
- crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade.
- crown of glass. sender meets the receiver while their true identity is concealed.
- crown of shadows. sender controls the receiver through magic or blackmail, making them their pawn so they can rule from the background.
- crown of ink. sender meets the receiver for the first time after they are joined in an arranged marriage.
- crown of starlight. sender kneels before the receiver to receive a boon.
- crown of rot. sender accuses the receiver of failing their people.
- crown of sorrow. sender tells the receiver they are the new lord/queen/etc. as those ahead of them in the line of succession have died.
- crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes.
- crown of lies. sender accuses the receiver of not being the true heir.
- crown of thorns. sender crowns the receiver after killing the previous ruler.
- crown of nightshade. sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver.
Anonymous asked
askrossiel replied
Chatting away about the color and design like this, it was easy for Rossiel to forget that mere minutes before, she had been asking Beleg to promise her a swift end if it should ever be required for the good of Doriath.
Whether this distraction was the plan all along, or simply the natural consequence of having such a cheerful fellow looking out for her; either way, it was good. Perhaps even the Queen had had a hand in nudging her toward this particular friend and mentor– who could guess at the workings of a Maia’s thoughts?
Beleg had already put from his mind any promises of swift and merciful deaths, quite sure it would never be necessary – he never liked to think ill of his friends.
“Then the matter is settled. I will make you an array of bright and beautiful collars, and then, you will not have to worry about being mistaken for any regular beast.” He beamed. “And most importantly, we can match.”
Anonymous asked
thegreatstrongbow replied
He flinched when the other voice cut through the night, forgetting the other captain was in the trees above him. Traheaern yelped as his hands were bound tightly behind his back and struggled against the elves despite knowing there was no escape.
“Yes, captain,” the horse spoke, straightening up. “Will all three of you be riding, or will we be dragging the rubbish behind us?”
“He will ride with me. Mablung will walk.” It was an order, and though Mablung looked as though he was about to complain, Beleg cut him off. “We are better than him, and need not stoop so low. Besides,” His expression turned sharp. “He needs to be in a fit state for his trial.”
As he turned to lift Trahaearn onto Vidar, he caught Mablung to whisper in his ear. “Take some air and calm yourself. She will be upset to see you wound up – it only gives him satisfaction.”
which romeo and juliet character are you?
tybalt
your passion doomed you. you thought you knew what was right. you thought you deserved it. you thought if you fought for it you could get it. communication is hard, so you tried something else, you wanted to defend, to attack, to prove something to someone. but you couldn’t. you never could. you tried to meddle with fate and ended up at its mercy. if only the world listened.
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"It must take a while for these goods to make it to their destinations," she stated, looking around at the couple of wagons already lined up. "I wonder how much faster it would be if there were psuedoimps here."
Sasha looked up at him and smiled, "I already have everything I need with you."
“Flatterer.” Mablung teased gently, but the words warmed him all the same, “You do not even want a bit of breakfast? Coffee – it is better here when they bring it off the boats.”
Love that this detail is presumbly included in this essay just cause of Mabs’ name LMAO
Anonymous asked
sashaofravenlock replied
“Thank you, Mablung.”
Sasha let herself rest back against the tree, her eyes closing as she took a breath and relaxed for a moment. Any rest, even this half rest would be helpful for them all. She opened her eyes again, looking to Mablung.
“Bad… I was able to heal the worst parts so he wouldn’t bleed out. I need to heal him further in order for him to survive being moved.”
“If there is anything I can do…”
He felt helpless; his best friend wounded to near death, the youth he had seen grow to a man lost in the wilds, and all he could do was sit here and stoke the fire.
“He cannot die here. Sasha. You can save him, can’t you?” Please.
@menelvagor from [X]
“Beleg.”
Túrin countered the utterance of his name with the elf’s, responding in the same tone and singular word. He looked up at Beleg from where he stood near the trunk of the tree, his dark eyes trained intently on his mentor of many years now. He did not like to look people in the eye very often, but Beleg was often an exception, for he never looked upon him in scorn, fear, or anything but deep affection. The young man had noticed this and a feeling unlooked for came into his own heart.
He willed Beleg to look at him in this moment, but said nothing whilst he stubbornly stared at the sky. Túrin felt like a pail of ice water had been dumped over him, with Beleg stating that he wished to tutor him in love also, for he never did anything so embarrassing as blush.
The tension had been there, and increasing with each passing day, but Túrin had tried to brush it off as nothing. He would not let himself break. Even when he seemed to become distracted with the gentle guiding hand when he tried to shoot a bow, which he was not nearly so good at as Beleg. Even when he had wanted to roll over and share in the intimate warmth of their bodies during cold nights on the marches.
He took a small step forward, argument clinging to his tongue, ready to come forth - indeed he would have denied any confusion on his part for the love he held for the marchwarden. He had become a man. He was no longer the little boy who cried for his mother and knew nothing of the world. He did not know how long his allotted life would be, so he could not wait forever.
“The fondness I hold for you exceeds that of which I hold for any of the other Marchwardens, even Mablung,” he began, brows low over his eyes. “I am not blinded by any love for you, or acting out foolishness of my youth. Truly, I am a man, even if my years do not match yours. My experience falls short of yours, yet I know what I want. I would not have this torment you…
Would it not ease your turmoil if I admitted to my love?”
He did not trust himself to move, not knowing how steady his steps could be, how his hand could touch. Not many could claim to know him this well. What now could be different? So, he stood tall like a statue, gravelly carven, and waiting.
“You cannot know how I have dreamed of hearing that.”
It had been many months, now, that he had battled with this secret desire. He had returned from abroad to find Túrin had flourished into manhood, and the already present comradery between them had rapidly deepened once Túrin had joined him on the marches, turning from mentor and protege to true brothers-in-arms - oh, arms! How he had dreamed of those arms around him, how desire had woken in him watching Túrin spar with their fellows. Even the memory set a creeping blush over his face. He thought of long nights with Túrin slumbering beside him, while the warring of his mind and heart kept Beleg from sleep.
He was not to be counted among the Wise, but even then, he had known confessing his heart would only bring suffering - for him, for Túrin. He was no Lúthien, and Túrin for all his dear charms was not Beren.
“My heart is certain. Do not doubt that you are foremost there. It is my wisdom that brings reluctance.”
Yet he had always been able to set that aside where Túrin was concerned.
“You are young and have many years ahead of you. You may find there are others who you wish to give your heart to. It is selfish, but I do not know if I could bear that. I love you so dearly I would follow you to the gates of Morgoth himself, should you lead me there. I do not know if I could let you go - and yet, I do not want to curtail you.”
It was too late now. He had said it. He knew all arguments would fall on deaf ears, and he would look down, and see those sweet eyes on that beloved face, and he would be damned.
But Beleg was stubborn and he would finish his argument nonetheless.
“You will not remain in Doriath forever. We both know that. When you are among your own kind, will the charms of your old teacher still be so dear?”
He looked down at last. He swallowed thickly, his flush deepening. Túrin, standing there like carven stone. Handsome and eager and waiting.
JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS
feel free to edit pronouns as needed!
content warning for some strong language, threats and implied violence.
to each other:
- ❝ you’re mine. only mine. ❞
- ❝ i’m all yours. ❞
- ❝ mine. ❞
- ❝ yours. ❞
- ❝ we belong to each other. ❞
- ❝ you belong to me. ❞
- ❝ i belong to you. only ever you. ❞
- ❝ i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you. like you weren’t mine. ❞
- ❝ you know i’m yours, right? i only have eyes for you. ❞
- ❝ no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. you’re it. you’re all i want. ❞
- ❝ i chose you. and i need you to trust that my decision is final. trust me. ❞
- ❝ wait are you jealous? ❞
- ❝ aw, baby. it’s cute when you’re jealous. ❞
- ❝ i don’t like the way they keep staring at you. ❞
- ❝ i don’t like how they keep staring at me. ❞
- ❝ are they making you uncomfortable? i can do something about it. ❞
- ❝ no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to. ❞
- ❝ stop— it’s okay. they’re not worth your anger. just kiss me. ❞
- ❝ stop saying i’m jealous. i’m not— i just. i don’t like having to share. ❞
- ❝ i’m not jealous, who said i’m jealous? ❞
- ❝ well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it. ❞
- ❝ show everyone who i belong to. ❞
- ❝ i’m gonna remind them you’re mine. ❞
- ❝ i want everyone here to see that you’re mine. ❞
- ❝ i want everyone here to see that i’m yours. ❞
- ❝ hey— look at me. why are you all upset? ❞
- ❝ you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention. ❞
- ❝ they don’t deserve you— i don’t deserve you. but at least i’m aware of it. ❞
- ❝ i promise there’s no one else. you have my heart completely. ❞
- ❝ hey, is this asshole bothering you? ❞
- ❝ tell me you’re mine. ❞
to a third party:
- ❝ get the fuck away from them! ❞
- ❝ look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything. ❞
- ❝ don’t you dare touch them. ❞
- ❝ yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away. ❞
- ❝ you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now. ❞
- ❝ you heard them, get lost. ❞
- ❝ lucky for you, i don’t wanna ruin their night. but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate. ❞
- ❝ you wanna lose a limb? beat it, fucker. ❞
- ❝ see, i woulda left it alone. but you made them fucking cry. so now you’re gonna lose your eyes. ❞
- ❝ hey, they said ‘no.’ ❞
- ❝ hey asshole, shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up. ❞
- ❝ what did you just say to them, you little shit? ❞
- ❝ oh yeah. now you’re all quiet. not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room, huh? ❞
- ❝ get lost. ❞
- ❝ go. ❞
- ❝ leave. before my patience runs out. ❞
- ❝ get the fuck outta their face. ❞
- ❝ hey, that’s enough. ❞
actions:
- [ CLAIM ] for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips.
- [ HOLD ] for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way.
- [ SHELTER ] for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public.
- [ STAKE ] for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party.
- [ RESCUE ] for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable.
- [ CHASE ] for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness.
- [ TENSION ] for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other.
- [ STOP ] for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them.
- [ MEND ] for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them.
- [ SCOLD ] for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them.
- [ CARESS ] for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.
- [ TAKE ] for one muse to passionately kiss the other, fueled by jealousy.
- [ TAUNT ] for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively.
- [ REMIND ] for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.
- [ EMBRACE ] for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy.
- [ LINKED ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim.
- [ INTERTWINE ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner.
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