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RP blog for Beleg CĂșthalion and Mablung of Doriath of Tolkienâs The Silmarillion
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unstoppable force (desire to write) vs immovable object (tired)
film ask meme : NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.
a selection of lines from the 2024 film nosferatu. modified for rp purposes.
you are not for the living. you are not for human kind.
do you swear it?
come here. there is nothing to be afraid of.
today is of the utmost importance for us.
it will be a great adventure for you.
why have you killed these beautiful flowers?
i must tell you my dream.
standing before me, all in black, was Death.
the stench of their bodies was horrible.
i had never been so happy as that moment, as i held hands with Death.
never speak these things aloud. never.
i wish you to have all you deserve.
it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you.
i fear their past melancholy is returning.
don't let them feed me to the monster!
remember, it's all for us.
you bring trouble with you.
beware his shadow. the shadow covers you in a nightmare.
you are late. the midnight hour is passed.
i fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to someone of your high learning.
they exhumed a corpse.
i might ease your wound.
come by the fire. your face shows you unwell.
why ever did you bring that here?
what can cheer this poor humor, my love?
do you ever feel, at times, as if you were not a person?
we all feel out of sorts, set apart, at times. small or alone.
you are fortunate in your love.
it is a black omen to journey in poor health.
no one. i am no one.
he loves the pretty ones best.
you are lost in his shadow.
remain here. his evil cannot enter this house of God.
soon i will be no more a shadow to you.
your spirit was never enough.
no matter. i miscalculated the stars.
hermes will not render my black sulfur gold this evening.
do not revel what is sacred to dogs.
does evil come from within us or from beyond?
this evil, what it it is, how it has been summoned - unleashed - i know not.
there is a dread storm rising.
your bond shall not survive me.
it is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself.
i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel.
if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists.
i told you, you are not of human kind.
i am an appetite. nothing more.
i cannot be sated without you.
remember how once we were?
you have never liked me.
nothing you can say will shake me - for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him.
don't touch me. i am not to be touched.
the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind.
your horror has rent our hearts, but you must hear us.
these nightmares do exist! they exist!
the monster left you to the wolves, and yet you prevailed.
we must know evil to be able to destroy it. we must discover it within ourselves.
i need no salvation.
you will put an end to all of this?
i feel his hold upon me this night.
i am ready. i bid you, come to me.
i relinquished him my soul.
god is beyond our morals.
Ladies and gentlemen.... him
House of Flying Daggers ćéąćäŒ (2004) dir. Zhang Yimou

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HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS (ćéąćäŒ) dir. Zhang Yimou, 2004
LOOK UPON MY WORKS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR; Targaryens answered to neither gods nor men â but then the dragons died, and all men must too Targaryen based ASOIAF multi-muse by Heather | 21+
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"It's not big at all. It's awkwardly shaped and inconvenient." Annoyed as ever with Beleg, who never came for help until he was halfway to death, Mirëa guided him over to one of the cots inside the tent that had been set up for medical matters. "It only goes one way. If I pull it out, see, the back of the arrowhead will tear a bigger hole and you will bleed to death. Let me get a closer look." A few moments later, hands covered in blood, Mirëa glanced over to see if Beleg hadn't lost consciousness during her exam. Luckily, or unluckily, he'd been through plenty of painful ordeals, and seemed to still be with her. "The best way to remove this is to push it the rest of the way out the back. It's going to hurt. Are you ready?"
"It feels big." It was a relief to be sitting on the bed, to know he was in good hands - not that he did not trust his own, but it was harder to look after oneself with half one's blood was on the floor.
He grit his teeth and clenched one hand over the edge of the cot, fingers digging into the wood hard enough to leave a dent. Beleg took a trembling breath.
"Don't I have enough holes in me?" he complained, then nodded curtly. "Let us hope there is nothing important in its path. I quite like my liver."
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did i make him look too much like a douchebag... he has a mullet
THANK YOU I LOVE HIM SO MUCHLY
For too long, women have feared their own fireâmistaking it for madness, for sin, for excess. But the fire is the power of the feminine soul.
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Alerted to action by the sound of Rani's voice, Aicarmo stepped back to let them both enter the house. Despite the circumstances, he was able to recover to himself surprisingly quickly.
"They let you out of Mandos, then?" He asked gruffly, not offering any tea or water. Technically, Beleg was Rani's guest, and thus to Aicarmo that absolved him of any responsibility. Though... this was his old Master, the only Sinda he had ever had a modicum of respect for. Perhaps he could be a little nice, "Took long enough,"
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âTurns out if you complain enough, they all but throw you out.â Shock faded into laughter. Aicarmo seemed not to have changed at all. Then again, Beleg was not sure if he had either. âBesides, you know me. I could not sit still in there forever. But Rani,â he turned to her. âYou never told me it was him!â
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đ: Can your muse sleep anywhere or do they need specific conditions?
đ : Is your muse possessive?
đ : Would your muse ever commit cannibalism?
Can your muse sleep anywhere or do they need specific conditions?
Yes and no. Technically he can and does sleep anywhere â in trees, in ditches, just on the floor. Usually, it is wherever he can find. But he has difficulty falling asleep thatâs unrelated to the location or the conditions, itâs in his head.
Is your muse possessive?
He can be. He has a sharp jealous streak â it doesnât always happen, but when it does, its intense.
Would your muse ever commit cannibalism?
You know I really had to think about it. It would have to be a very desperate situation, or the person willing suggesting it, for him to try. But I do think he would be both appalled and curious.
𩱠: Does your muse care much about appearances or presentation? (for Beleg)
In his own way. He likes to look good, he likes to be admired, but he does not follow fashions or trends, and it would never take priority over his duties or his adventures.
sing, muse, of gwindor and belegâs beautiful baby
her gay dads....
Name: Gilastel
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Thick curly hair. Beleg's nose. Average height and broad shouldered. She has stars in her eyes.
Special Talents: She has an affinity for small mammals.
Who they like better: Gwindor
Who they take after more: Pretty 50/50
Personal Head canon: One of her favourite things to do is style Gwindor's hair for him. She also makes jewellery for her dads to wear. It's not a choice. They have to.
Face Claim:
16. Have they ever been to a pride parade/festival? Did they enjoy it? (BELEG AT PRIDE YAY)
Assuming a world where they exist (like a modern au I guess)
Then yes. He goes every year. He has a great time. He's in the parade itself. Beautiful world.

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Molinde gave Beleg a sweet smile as she brought him some tea to warm him up. "You are amazing, my darling, but just this once, please let me take care of you. You need some rest, and some good food too."
She had set up a few pots on the stove and had started cooking. Soon everything would be ready. "I am aware I can't really fight, and I would not be able to be beside you in battle. I hope you will allow me to take care of you. You have always done so much for me, and I love you too much."
She kissed his forehead lovingly. "I can stay up for a night or two, worry not about me. My apprentices have got the work covered."
He warmed his hands on the cup and smiled softly at her. As much as he loved his wandering, as much as battle and restlessness was in his blood, coming home to her and her tender care was sweeter than any adventure.
"You are my hero." he reached and cupped her cheek gently, "What would I do without you, hm?"
Some small satisfaction welled in her chest as she watched stubborn will relent. Her reasoning was sound. Argument worn thin. A weary smile unfurled on her mouth as she watched him return to the bed she'd rudely compelled him out of.
Better he than she, she decided. Better that he is warm and content.
When there was only disquiet left in her own bones.
"Be kind?" She snickered to herself.
Hel rose to her feet and tentatively wandered just inside the bed area of his their quarters. "Undoubtedly I am not so learned but I try my best."
She swayed there, by the doorway. Fatigue apparent in her slow-blinking eyes. "If nothing else, I would hope their is solice in that. That I mean you no ill will."
âI would not blame you if there were a little.â
He could hardly imagine how it felt, to be bound not only to another, but to a place, a self. It was all incarnates ever knew, but she was different. Melianâs chains had been her choice, at least.
Mablung sighed.
âIt is a fine mess we have found ourselves in, isn't it?"