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bookworm-2021 · a day ago
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bookworm-2021 · 3 days ago
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Between the Nazgûl and his Prey
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councilofelrond · 4 days ago
Sauron and the Nazgûl be like:
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coast-dweller · 5 days ago
Sam, Merry, and Pippin: (are being hunted down by terrifying hooded ghouls on horseback)
Also Sam, Merry, and Pippin: Tomatoes, Sausages, Nice CriSPy BaCon
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ibrithir-was-here · 5 days ago
Do you have any opinions/headcanons on the nazgul? Also all of your art is gorgeous & I love it, and have a nice day!
Thank you!!! I’m so sorry it’s taken a while for me to answer this, especially since I don’t have much of an answer. I tend to go off of the old Middle-Earth RPG for the Nazgul’s names and backstories (especially since I think it’s cool that they had one of them be female). Other than that I don’t have much thoughts on them, though thinking over your ask did give me a dream where after the fall of Sauron their spirits end up just blowing around the world Wild Hunt style, spooking people and causing some weather problems but no longer able to really cause much damage. 
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danlikes2art · 6 days ago
Hey! I don’t know whether you are taking requests or are still active here, but I really like your nazgul designs! If you have the time and the spirit, could you please draw Khamúl in a human form?
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burning-quesadilla · 6 days ago
Mairon: While I’m gone, Angmar, you’re in charge.
Angmar: Yes!!!
Mairon, whispering: Khamul, you’re secretly in charge.
Khamul: Obviously.
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burning-quesadilla · 7 days ago
Mairon: Khamul, keep an eye on Angmar today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.
Khamul: Sure, I’d love to see Angmar get punched.
Mairon: Try again.
Khamul, sighing: I will stop Angmar from getting punched.
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bookworm-2021 · 7 days ago
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Gandalf vs Witch king at the gate of Gondor
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bookworm-2021 · 7 days ago
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burning-quesadilla · 8 days ago
Mairon, going over Angmar's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.
Angmar: Yes
Mairon: Okay... may I know what you create?
Angmar: Problems.
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dcdronex · 9 days ago
Nazgul HD Maiden Sunrise Flight on 1300mAh 6s My Favorite BNF Yet #fpvlife
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burning-quesadilla · 9 days ago
Khamul: Angmar was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.
Angmar: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.
Khamul: Angmar, you ate a chair.
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burning-quesadilla · 9 days ago
Mairon: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?
Khamul: *turning to Angmar* How tall are you?
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burning-quesadilla · 9 days ago
*The group is getting into the car*
Mairon: I’m driving.
Angmar, out of view: Shotgun!
Khamul, turning to face Angmar: Aww! But you had it on the way here-
Everyone except Angmar: WOAH-
Angmar, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*
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arofili · 10 days ago
Can you please do Angmar/Khamul for 40 from the 50 types of kisses?
ft. Witch-king!Tar-Miriel and nonbinary Khamul :) this one’s probably rated M for spiciness
40. A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.
If the Master tasted like fire, if her husband had tasted like ash, if she herself had been told she tasted like the bitter salt of the drowning sea, then Khamûl tasted like honeyed poison. They kissed her gently, passing secrets from their tongue to hers, and she lingered on their lips longer than she would with another. Khamûl was beautiful and deadly, a cobra from the east, but she had not expected their kiss to be so sweet.
There were watchers; there were always watchers. Servants underfoot, lordlings simpering for scraps of royal favor, laughing ladies with sharper eyes and ears and minds than they let on. She had been one of them herself, a lifetime ago, and she knew she could not discount them as did their husbands. As had her husband.
And yet: as Khamûl drew back, their eyes glinting beneath their veil, a hunger overtook her that she had not felt in years. These folk knew she was King, knew to fear her. She ought to take her pleasure where she could—and from the smirk on Khamûl’s face, she knew they needed a reminder of her place in the hierarchy of Nazgûl.
Khamûl turned to slink away, but her hand shot out, gripping their wrist and tugging them back. Surprised, Khamûl spun and fell into her lap, choking out a breathy gasp.
The watchers whispered at this brazen display of kingly lust. Let them whisper, she thought, lifting Khamûl’s veil and biting at their lips. She reveled in the sweetness of their mouth, the hint of blood beneath it; she pulled them tight to her, her nails digging into their back; she felt them moan and hiss obscenities to her by the link they shared through their Master’s Rings, even as they rolled their hips in her lap and she felt their hot desire blazing through them.
This was no Númenor where her queenship was ripped from her bloody hands; this was Angmar, where she was King, and she would take what was hers.
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