“Mahal, you really are good looking…”
"You know it, Gwynny."
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“Mahal, you really are good looking…”
"You know it, Gwynny."
f l a s h g i v e a w a y
omg omg omg i hit 3.5 k how did this happen? what did I do to deserve this? seriously i don’t understand but thank you shall we do a giveaway to celebrate
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I think i'm going to put Bofur on hiatus. Sorry. My Skype is joseph.trippella if you want to keep in touch.
//To try and keep both, or give up one...
"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this." {*arrives a day late with starbucks and a meme*}
Bofur looked up to her, tears streaming down his face, and forced a smile. “Why not…? I don’t deserve the company when i’m bumbling like a lad that’s fallen…” He murmured, a hand instinctively clutching at her coat as if he truly was just a lad again. Admittedly, he was somewhat drunk, but from the speed of his tears, it seemed that he was sobering at a decent rate.
"I won't let you be alone, not while you're like this."
"If you won’t leave me… Then i’ll leave myself." Bofur shrugged her off as he got to his feet, rubbing at his face as if trying to rub away his thinking, but it wasn’t going to work no matter how badly he wished. Slugging back another large drink from an even larger bottle, he stared straight ahead as he began to walk out into the darkness of the night. It was her birthday, and her deathday, Urnora and Radia’s. His two lasses, who no matter how much he wished he could cover up with bright, shiny sweetlings like Rin, would never truly leave his thoughts, that their last memories would always be burned into his brain. Aule deemed him unworthy to have a daughter and a wife. It was only right that he give up his adopted daughter as well.
"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."
"Guys’, not guy. Some folk in town decided that they didn’t like new comers, let alone Irish new comers. Luckily for me, they forgot about my shillelagh, or else I would’ve been rather fucked, to be honest.” Robert scratched at his head as he looked to the young woman through his one non-swollen eye.
"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."
"No-now, Kili! That’s not necess- Oh Mahal, it’s not like i’m going to convince ya otherwise." The elder dwarf grumbled to himself as he let his hands drop into his lap, forcing a sharp hiss from him. He raised the offending hand, and the burn on his palm, glaring at it like it owed him money. "Maybe they’d do some good after all…"
Pfft, a raccoon? Thanks adad. Who's Urnora?
Oh aye, shaking like a leaf, big eyes, sittin’ in the dark. Raccoon behavior, sweetling. And Urnora… Would have been your sister. Your elder sister, actually… By a few years.
|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version
"Woah, when did you get that?"
"Who did this to you?"
"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"
"You’re saying this was an accident?"
"What a shiner!"
"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."
"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"
"Does it hurt when I touch it?"
"Let me kiss it better."
"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."
"Another fight?"
"What happened to your face?"
"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"
"Let’s get you to bed."
"Let’s get you to the hospital."
"Why are you so calm about this?"
"You’re bleeding!"
"What are friends for, ey?"
"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"
"You need to look where you’re going."
"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."
"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"
"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"
"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."
"You’re the clumsiest person I know."
"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."
"How could you be so careless?"
"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"
"H-how many of them were there?"
Ah -- The nape of your neck? Or perhaps behind your ear?
Hrmm... Aye, behind the ears'd do it. Was hopin' you wouldn't guess that.
★ 'N I'm gonna guess... under yer arms?
Thought you were a raccoon at first, to be honest, the way you were huddled in the wine cellar like that. All pale and scared, I just had to take care of ya. Longer I looked at ya, you made me think that my Urnora would've turned out like you did. And not there either, Rin.
★
I thought you were pretty, but a spoiled little lamb that'd most likely slow us down if push came to shove. But I kept that to myself, mostly, and gave you a shot and it was well worth it. You've been a great help, Miss Baggins and i'm glad to call you a friend.
Send my muse a "★" and they'll admit their first impressions of your muse.
Yer weak spots? Hmmm... how 'bout th' backs of yer knees?
Nothin', sweetling. Try again.
Try to guess my character's weak spots
(i.e: the ones that make me twitch and shudder)
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"Bella I need to ask you a que- ARGH!" Lobelia screamed and covered her delicate eyes. "This is not proper at all Miss Baggins!"
Your muse catches mine having sex with someone. What is your reaction?
" — ! Lobelia, what are you doing in my house?”
[ Oh, poor bloke. ]
"You’re — Your walking in here without my consent is more improper, thank you very much!”
"Then next time lock your damn door! Ugh the mental images! I’m scared for life. This is not how a lady should act."
"Oh, now that’s hardly my fault, Miss Lobelia! There’s a reason knocking is a thing!”
"You really should've knocked, Lobelia. Not everyone in the Shire is as prudish as you, after all."