#regnumverus

[healerofimladris]

//Guess who met with regnumverus yesterday? Aaayup! It as so great to finally meet her! Let’s do this again some time, m’dear, when I come back, yes? Or! You could visit Helsinki and then I can take you out into the woods. Mwhaahaha!

[littleawkwardpanda]

"Oh dear, not one of those conversations"

“What do you mean ‘those’ conversations?” the Istar arched a dark brow as the elven King, wondering what has resulted in the his passive behavior. “There’s nothing wrong with talking about it to your son, didn’t your father give ‘those’ conversations? Besides he’s about the age where his child like innocence is no more.”

[valinxr-blog]

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      Huan was not a creature of many formalities. What he knew of good manners and fine living was what he’d come to witness as the heel hound of the few great Master’s he’d once known. Of the Valar and of high elves and their fair homes and grander parties and gathering of good folk. But all such times he had been a hound, bound to fur and paws and not once had he learned the movement of dances, or how to properly hold forks or to address his host. It was an embarrassing thing to go so blindly into something like this and though he was an ancient creature, he’d grown rather self critical amongst so many younger elves and the like who easily out stepped him in the areas of common courtesies. It was what had driven the wolf to his chambers, to rest amongst his personal things and in the safety of loneliness that would not be tainted by judging eyes. 

      The hound didn’t even need to lift his head to know that the one who opened the door had been but his fair Prince. “I do apologize for leaving so quickly,” Huan looked over his shoulder, giving him a soft smile. “Find parties are no place for dogs, My Prince. I have learned that easy enough.” The hand on his shoulders stirred him though, raising up to peer from the balcony where he could still hear the lutes and the soft whistle of flutes, a curl coiling up his lips. “But perhaps we do not need such fancy parties.” 

      Huan, with his calloused hands, held them out to his Prince with a smile. “Would you dance with me?” Drawing the flaxen haired man to his chest he rocked with him gently, letting his head to rest against his breast. “This is the only fancy party that I need, Thranduil. A night spent with you.”

[valinxr-blog]

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Who are you again? ║ I feel awkward around you ║ I want to be your friend so bad but I don’t know what to say ║ I wish you would just go away ║ I think you’re pretty cool ║ I don’t know you personally but I see you on the dashboard a lot ║ I only know your name and nothing else about you║ We hooked up once or twice ║ I never want to speak to you again ║ I wish you’d leave me alone ║ I want to go on a date with you ║ I like you  ║ I love you ║ I loathe you ║ Ugh you again ║ I’m indifferent to you ║ You’re very hot  ║ I want to marry you ║ You’re cute ║ You are my baby ║ I want your baby ║ You are my bae ║ You’re my favorite ║ I’m in love with you ║ I’m in like with you ║ I want your baby ║ I wish we could spend more time together ║ I want to hang out with you more ║ I admire you ║ Maybe we could hang out sometime? ║ I’d like to get to know you better ║ I’m secretly in love with you ║ I want to give things another try with us ║ You’re someone I look up to ║ I want to give us a try ║ You seem very nice ║ You’re pretty popular ║ I’m envious of you ║ I’m worried about you ║ You piss me off ║ I consider us friends ║ I consider us buddies ║ I consider us acquaintances ║ I consider us family ║ I’d fuck you ║ I want that ass ║ I want to raise up a pet together ║ I want to have your kids ║ I want to be your fuck buddy ║ I want to kill you ║ You get on my nerves ║ I want you to stop talking to me ║ I hope we can be friends for a long time ║ I hope we can be together forever.

[valinxr-blog]

             What is a hunter without his hound?

for regnumverus

[melhekh]

regnumverus asked for a starter

“What right do you have to speak to me this way? You are not my King.” 

[liftingthecat]

♖ ♗ ♘♟

♖ - spring outfitDuring the spring, after waking up from any potential hiberation, Jor enters a state most commonly equivalent to a cat in heat. Clothes in general feel over bearing and uncomfortable so if not nude he can be found in silks or gossamer materials.

♗ - summer outfitAfter the heat fades out Jor goes to his most comfortable attire, summer being his favourite season. This consists of leather pants, or skirts, halter tops of any material and knee high, heeled boots.♘- fall outfitAs the weather cools Jor instinctively begans to bundle up, often in thick wool sweathers, long warm scarves and coats, pea and fur are his favourites. During this he keeps wearing leather pants and boots.♟- winter outfitUnder the odd chance that he has not hidden deep in a warm place and gone to sleep for the winter Jor can be seen in layers, exceeding ten, of the warmest clothing items he can find, no matter how fashionable or not, and complaining of the chill.

[liftingthecat]

❛This’ll be fun.❜

The serpent laughed softly looking over the king in his near gear. He looked so very… well not human but close enough, “Now remember, in Midgard there are no elves, you are not king, and if anyone gives you a look threaten them… without a weapon. Use your words.”