#seventhofthenine

[first-son-of-finwe]

-command symbol- Burn a city down into the ground. I will help.

Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey

Oh, now! Finally, a command I shall thoroughly enjoy.

I shall prepare the torches immediately.

[releasetheprisoners]

seventhofthenine

Don't look at me like that, it is a term /your/ Prince Charming taught me, besides, it's nonsense, there is no such thing.

Arching his brow, the Lieutenant reached up to scratch his ear... My Prince Charming? Who was she talking about?

[of-angmar]

A paper is slipped under the door and left for the Quiet Wraith to find; it is an old, tattered-about-the-edges parchment leaf carefully cut from a journal, the back of which has writing giving a date centuries past and place as Angmar; the front of which bears an ink drawing of Adûnaphel, but the name written in Tengwar is a long-disused one, in Quenya, not Adûnaic. The new writing above the old on the back reads "From Anmi, belatedly." @seventhofthenine

[khamvl]

THRONE SEX?!

WHAT? NO. WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT? NOPE.

[putrid-tongue-archived-blog]

Careful What You Wish For || seventhofthenine

@seventhofthenine

Life was easy when you were spinning on top of the world. At least that’s what Mo thought when adrenaline made the world a bright, colorful buzz && money found it’s way into his pockets en masse. And it did on good days, earned with the comfort of a gun in his hands or by other means. One had to be resourceful — especially when you’d rather die than waste your life away in a boring, narrow minded work environment with colleagues that make you wanna retch and throttle them. ... Mo was speaking out of experience here. It has been the first time he went to jail for after a meltdown at work, though he was released for rehabilitation just one year later after a comprehensive psychological assessment. Not that they should have but hey — don’t look a gift horse in the mouth right? 

His list of faults was long, according to the doc. Aye, he even had a shiny diagnosis rotting somewhere. ASPD it read, like he was some sort of nutjob. But he thought that he had his life well in order... He lived it exactly how he wanted to. As a free man. Free to follow what he wanted && what he thought was right. Free to get what he wanted.  Indeed he even managed to run a bar here in LA, doc would be surprised. She has told him that he’d never be able to lead a successful live, at least if he didn’t succumb to treatment. Though as things were it was evident that he needed none. 

Mo didn’t run the bar on his own anymore, his occupation did not allow him the necessary time and to be frank he wouldn’t even want to. Would get boring after a while... It did in the beginning. Occasionally though he would tend to the bar when he felt for it, picking up gossip here and there or someone for the night. The Deadeye was quite the successful bar, and few people knew of the business that was done in the backrooms of the spacious location. Leaning against the counter he let glacier eyes wander over the occupied tables and the newcomers, glare caught by a young woman who came in the company of ... no one. Well, that was strange.

[releasetheprisoners]

seventhofthenine

Cruel.

“Much like you, my lady.”

[of-angmar]

I seem to have misplaced my Iron Crown

But this thing is pretty good

@seventhofthenine 

[releasetheprisoners]

“... But she’s probably always wearing sexy underwear.”