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onemansinsanity-onecatsreality replied to your post

shego?

who knows

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serious role play blog what's that

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at least i’ve got sass and ass

just saying.

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oh kno u didn't

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YOUR HAIR IS A WIG

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(sits on u to b/c vera tbh BI]

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headofelven replied to your post:

but if you’re black why are you so /white/

god dammit stop questioning your king

i didn’t keep you here 600 motherfuckin’ years to question me you ungrateful lil’ shit

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ur bitchass needs me don't even try 2 play i don't see u defending uR KINGDOM UR MAJESTY NO I DO NOT

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{ ✿ } The greeting left her mouth agape, but she covered her offence with a smile.

               ”Uhm well—if I may, I wanted to offer my thanks.”

                          "Since you’ve been so kind before." Or she liked to think so.

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↣ So she had. "You may call it that, if you like."

      For she would think of it as a duty, one who had to Middle Earth, as all living things aligned with good did.

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gîl

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{ ✿ } “I do believe we haven’t been properly acquainted.

                                                       Bilba Baggins of Bag End, from the Shire.”

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↣  "You mistake me for caring, My Lady."

                     And, yet-- 

           "Tauriel, Captain of the Mirkwood Guard."

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      || ⚜ — :  "Of course.” Gaeleth nodded graciously as she stood at the Silvan’s side, a tiny smile quirking up each corner of her lips “I find myself in much the same mindset. I fear that I am not as fond of wine as our king… All well though, I trust?”

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↣ Tauriel doubted any was as fond of wine as their king, but of course, dutifully said none of this aloud. "As well as one can hope, I assure you. While it is not uncommon that my thoughts may drift, I am content, all the same. I am pleased to have you as my company, if but for a short while."

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↣ "Mellon. It would be wise of you to rest, would it not?"

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↣ All was quiet this night, it seemed; there was no [ presently ] looming threat of the spiders, nor anything else. Only beautiful starlight that touched all things.

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leaflas replied to your post:i have not been as active here as i should me, and...

outofchar. hella, my lady.

ooc; indeed, my prince.

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i have not been as active here as i should me, and i am sorry; i will attempt to do so in the coming days, however.

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↣  "Dar!" As strong as the roots in trees does her voice ring out, from the she-elf's spot high amongst the branches. Bow pulled taught, knocked with an arrow, never once does it waver from it's mark as she leaps down unto the ground, hair seemingly aflame. "What business does the Marchwarden of Lórien have in Mirkwood, I wonder."

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       || ⚜ — : “A fair night, is it not?” The queen’s soft voice cuts through the silence as she approaches from the shadows, silver hues flicking up towards the bejeweled sky. “Though not a night for celebration, it would seem. You are not at the feast.” 

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↣ "My Lady," Her head snaps up, falling upon the fair figure before her, words falling off her tongue out of instinct and habit. "I-- do not find myself requiring a celebration, at this time. There are moments when I simply desire a...quieter setting, if but for a time."