#askrossiel

[admirableringmaker]

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Sauron's Participation Trophies

"Loveliest rug."

[gatheringrust]

Rani has clearly been sitting for a while with the inks she has on hand. “People are much harder than the ornamental ceramics.”

This is her defense.

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[sashaofravenlock]

@askrossiel liked for a starter!

The sunlight shown perfectly within the gardens, warming the soft grasses and dancing upon the water which flowed from the fountains. It was the perfect place for a nap, especially with Elrond and his family spread around Imladris tending to their duties. She stretched her muscles with a loud groan and laid in the way of all the gardeners, quickly dozing off, even as people stepped over and around her.

[stardstschlar]

@askrossiel asked: "There are better hills to die on, but I find this one quite comfortable."

A thick brow furrowed at those words. Rossiel had a tendency to exaggerate a bit at times, and this was probably one of those times. "Grams." The nickname leaves the Joestar as he turns his attention to her, "You're as overdramatic as JiJi is." He replied in a flat tone, shaking his head at the reminder.

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If Bruce had been completely honest with himself, he would have never imagined himself to have survived thus far. Even the most hopelessly optimistic individual could doubt that a lumbering, nearly five meter-tall Troll would evade the straggling followers of Sauron far to the west. The Olog had doubted that he’d even escape Mordor.

Yet, by some great stroke of luck— and the simple plan of putting one foot in front of the other, and staying low and hidden along any tree line— Bruce had journeyed further than the reaches of the map he originally had memorized, now grainy and clouded with time.

No scent of the coast graced his nostrils, which meant that he was still quite far from the furthest point west. Not that Bruce had much of a plan once he had escaped Mordor. Or then the Brown Lands. Or then Mirkwood. His only goal— beyond surviving the journey: putting as much distance between himself and Mordor as possible.

And so, the wild Olog silently lumbered along, naturally on all fours to muffle his footfalls, his back to the mountains he had just traversed.

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[wanderxdusk]

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💥 ― Send '💭' for a drabble of one of my muse's memories. Can be the past or the present. Or, send '👁‍🗨' for a sneak peek drabble of my muse's future!

Her breaths ran ragged within her burning lungs. Her chest heaved and wide, wild eyes stared at the towering masculine figure. She didn't know who he was, but it was clear he had been sent by this mysterious being known as DIO. The apparent hitman smirked as he aimed the strange revolver towards her trembling body. "Mastar DIO had enough waiting on you to decide if you're gonna join or not, sweetheart! Time's up for you!"

Shikoba couldn't believe it, was this really how she was going to die?! She spent all these weeks trying to run from trouble, and all it did was lead her into a filthy alleyway and about to be shot like an animal!

Her shaking hands curled into fists, itching to call upon her spirit dogs again. Though even with their speed and might, they weren't able to withstand the rain of bullets that sliced perfectly through them! There was only one other thing she could do!

The woman let her tears fall and the fear of dying overtake her. The blond's twisted grin dropped into confusion as the glistening streams running down her freckled cheeks turned...black? An angry fever roared within Shikoba's blood, just like the painful sickness that ravaged her months ago. It welled up her throat and pounded at her head.

The black water poured from her eyes in torrents, her mouth hung open to let even more of the disturbing liquid tumble over. It pooled like a shadow around her feet, swallowing the ground.

"What in the hell?!" The man shouted, gripping Emperor even tighter. His exclamation sounded like a distant muffle as Shikoba dropped to her knees and was pulled under the shimmering tar-like substance.

She could feel her bones crack, her tendons and flesh ripping and yawning from torn skin. The patch of scales on her back spread like a rash, armoring her back.

Yet as she fell into the throes of the violent shift, it remained unseen from the puddle.

Outstreched massive claws tore from the viscous surface, making the hitman jump. The claws thrashed and grasped, slinging the thick obsidian substance in thick splatters. He didn't see that small, frightened woman tear herself from the otherworldly water. A massive panther's head burst from the disturbed surface, before pulling its long serpentine body free of the darkness.

The beast stumbled forward, its legs splayed to maintain balance. Her eyes still held the colors of dusk, but had become monsterous and mad. The water panther let out a ear-splitting scream before lunging forward, chasing the startled hitman running back into the desolate streets.

[sewing-elven-maid]

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Molinde had come out to find some new fabrics for her works and that was when she spotted her. Truly, she stuck out a little bit and perhaps Molinde was way too observant.

She also looked a little bit lost.

Molinde, in truth, did not see many new faces, a lot of the people now dwelling there had settled down quite some time prior, but indeed this was a new one. She tilted her head slightly, before smiling. "It is nice to see a fresh face here! My name is Molinde, it is a pleasure meeting you."

She hoped that the other Elf would be a friendly one.

[descendantsoffinwe]

(Would a cold damp snuffling nose to the back of the neck help Angrod out of his daze? No? He gets one anyway.)

It certainly does help him out of his daze as he lurches forward with a curse. "Oh," his hand is clamped to the back of his neck, "just you." Oh no! The charming hound can't be witness to such a gruesome sight. "Come along!" Quickly! He herds Rossiel towards the door. They'll go for a walk and perhaps when they return his cousin and his ill-gotten feast will be gone.