#shadownuri

[wxrchief-blog]

shadownuri said:

Be his LICH QUEEN

I guess I have no choice but to accept my fate! If I dream it, it has to be true, right?

[bitterandrotten]

i like u cause orc ladeh

good enough reason as any

[untilhan-blog]

shadownuri replied to your post:How do you achieve the...

Twist. That works sort of.

I tried twisting every which way, I managed to pop my waist, my shoulder, and my elbow, but my upper back is still being stubborn >:{

Thank you for the suggestion though!

[eriexplosion]

shadownuri replied to your post:I am so angry I have paid so much for fillings...

You can tell him to shut his pretty, overpaid freaking mouth.

I wish.  I WOULDA SWITCHED DENTISTS LONG AGO BUT I REALLY LIKE THE HYGIENIST LADIES AND THEY'RE WHO I USUALLY HAVE TO DEAL WITH but cavities with this man are terribleeeeeeeeeeee

This is a man who heard me say 'ow' when the Novocaine hadn't kicked in yet and responded with 'that doesn't hurt' like a fucking dick

[izzeibean]

On a side note, E'shi, Jutu and Buti all need to sit and have a mute party.

[underthemistymountain]

✖

✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours

The greatest fear that Thorin has concerning Nafani is the fact that he is unfamiliar with her kind.  The troll culture is something that he knows naught of in a world that is foreign to him.  In his mind, she is his his first and only hope of finding his way back to Middle Earth, and if he so makes one wrong move, all hope would be lost.  Thorin fears that he will offend her, thus Nafani leaving him to rot and find his own way, or will slaughter him herself.

[underthemistymountain]

The troll woman sneers, flashing both sharp tooth and tusk to the dwarf who seemed to so carelessly be wandering. She tugged her skinning knife from the sheath at her thigh and growls at him in warning. He was much too close than she wanted him to her camp. [has made an attempt]

    Lost.  Thorin was lost.  It was not a surprise, he was notorious for taking the wrong route or walking in circles, and he even managed to do so in a simple area such as the Shire.  His youngest heir had given him a compass as a Yuletide gift, in which he stared down at hopelessly, wondering if he would ever find his way to familiar territory.  But this place was unlike he had ever seen in Middle Earth.  He was thirsty, hungry, and desperate.  Raising his hand to his forehead, Thorin wiped a bit of sweat away from his forehead (it was much hotter here than he was used to) and stopped dead in his tracks.

    There was a woman of blue color standing before him, sneering and showing off her sharp teeth and tusks that she wore proudly.  A small knife was unsheathed, and the female began to growl.  The dwarf’s hand moved to the hilt of his elven sword, the Orcrist, and he pulled it from his sheath.  He meant no harm, but if this mysterious female was hostile, he would have no choice but to defend himself.  

    "I come in peace," he began, holding himself in a defensive stance, “My name is Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thráin, son of Thrór.  I hail from the Lonely Mountain of Erebor and have lost my way.”

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shadownuri replied to your post:So my dad got me a Hearthstone shirt. Be jelly. XD

Bitch

hehehe