#fedresonner

[hefzyisback]

continued from here @fedresonner because i have no self control

The redhead raised her eyebrows, quite clearly amused. Men in black were so strange.

“Okay no but here was where you offered yourself to join me and all that shit. You don’t speak to a lot of women do you?”

[vredeir]

@ragnarsscn  /  @fedresonner     ➔     ♡  !

‘     NOT  THAT  I  MIND  BEING  RIGHT,     BUT  I  AM  A  LITTLE  BIT  DISAPPOINTED  HOW  EASILY  YOU  SAXONS  ARE  SCARED  INTO  SUBMISSION—  who  would  have  thought  you  all  freeze  in  terror,  allowing  us  to  climb  up  from  the  sewers  without  any  struggle  or  whatsoever  ?     ’     &     the  corner  of  his  lips  keeps  twitching  as  he  leans  back  against  the  pillar,  loosely  folding  his  hands  on  his  lap     &     looking  right  at  one  of  their  most  recent  prisoners  with  a  strong  eye  contact.  it’s  a  chest  -  swelling  sensation  that  accompanies  his  pride  in  succeeding  over  the  saxons  once  again,  to  defeat  them  despite  worst  circumstances.     (  no  food,  and  trapped  with  no  way  out.  )     ‘     you  are  just  a  foot  soldier,  right  ?  any  opinion  on  what  your  leaders  should  have  done  differently  ?     ’

[theboatbuilderswife]

swcrnprotector replied

Me @scotchy I’ll fuck u up randall

helga:  -grabs bloody popcorn-

[laridaion]

@fedresonner  -  a language barrier

       “It is not that hard!”

       Though, perhaps the Dwarf was biased, for he knew best the secrets of his own tongue. He was born and raised hearing the old tongue of his kin. Hardly had it changed since the very beginning of times, when Durin walked upon these stony soils long, so very long before Gimli, Glóin’s son would do so! To him, there was nothing odd about the sounds another may call brutish or gutteral. They sound most natural to Gimli, who scrunched his nose at the Elf.         “Or would you have thought for Dwarves to speak with satin on our tongues as if we were lowly Elf Lords?!”

‘ AI, but you mock me! ‘  The elf tosses his head, ink-dark hair falling over one shoulder - he looks unusually sour. 

‘ It is not a fault of mine that I were not made to gargle stones as your kin do, ‘ he complains, clearly embarrassed at his own shortcomings when it came to pronouncing even a simple phrase in Gimli’s native tongue. He bounces his leg and seems determined to look anywhere but the Dwarf’s face.

‘ And lowly is the one without kindness for those who wish to endeavour in learning his ways! You may sit here if you will, with your tongue of gemstones, master Dwarf, and be none the wiser! ‘

[mightyviciousologsfriend]

@fedresonner​ liked for a ◙ Starter Call ◙

◙ Maybe he was being just a tad bit rude by staring, if Ratbag was suddenly self-aware towards his lack of general tact that involved interacting with someone new. The normally talkative Uruk took a pause, eyeballing the stranger with fascination. 

  “Didn’t you say you were an Orc? No offense meant but you don’t got a whole lotta lookin’s like one.” Ratbag wasn’t certain whether he meant that as a compliment rather than just an observation; as long as the stranger didn’t kill the little runt, Ratbag had little care how the stranger took it.

[halconath-blog]

.｡*ﾟ❦.*.｡ STARTER CALL | @fedresonner / @darachsciath

          he was quiet, until he felt the  warm  presence of a companion behind him. brooding, still  AT A LOSS  for how to explain this adventure to himself, and somehow, a piece of him yearned for home. what had happened to all his  desire  to travel far from the shire ? he missed bilbo’s warm fire, the fresh mud and soft grass underfoot, the smell of bread and ale, the sound of hobbit song against his ears... horribly homesick, cold, and  TERRIFIED  of what lay on the path before him, frodo could hardly summon the energy to move from his spot by their dwindling fire.

          it would be safer to keep it small and short, but the embers could hardly warm his toes.

          he slowly looks up to gimli as he approaches, and mournful eyes become relieved; the face of the dwarf was welcoming and stern, someone who had likely seen countless more journeys than young frodo. in it, he found comfort;  safety.

          ❝ ———— i did not think dwarves were  like  elves in the way that you do not sleep. don’t you need rest, mister gimli ? ❞ voice was soft, well-meant, as he spoke; not meaning to  insult,   yet not afraid to tease, bringing light to the dark night.

[positivelytolkien-blog]

@fedresonner​ does such a great job with all of their Tolkien muses. I'm particularly impressed by how well they're able to capture each muse's vocal patterns and tonal inflection when writing dialogue. That's such an amazing skill to have!

[hefzyisback]

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“You don’t see it do you?” She replied with a sigh, just to empty her glass of ale in a single movement. The usually cheerful woman was ...empty. Like if the light that lit up her face and her eyes had been turned off, and she no longer had any motivation. Granted, the king crow had given her protection as she expected, and treated her well, but it wasn’t hard to figure out, even for her, that the discontent about him was general, and she suspected the comfort of his protection wouldn’t last long. “We all need something, someone. It is what makes us different from the walkers you keep talking about”