#snjaer

[carceconduit]

“ i shall live and die at my post. ”

He very almost takes the bait — almost gives a retort that would be unlikely to end in his favour. Instead Tobias shifted uncomfortably, head tilting to peer down the wall. With the sight came an uncomfortable lurch of his innards, a quiet reminder that this was not where he wanted to be — hundreds of feet above ground with nothing but ice to greet him should he slip.             The second he could get out of this damned place, he would.        “Yy..you’ll die rr-right ‘ere then.” A foot prodded the area in which the man was standing. “S’not th’nn-nicest place.” 

[rnarinate]

 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 ╗     　　　　　　　  y'look like you could use a hand with that.    　　　　　　╚

　　　　　　　　  yet no move to indicate he's offering one !

[thisthingallthingsdevours]

ooc;;

every time i see your user name i'm pronouncing it like an american and it's like a nasally SSSNNNNJJAAAAAYYERRRR noise.

[riddarii-a]

snjaer said:

[ nibbles. you don’t need to know anything, boo. plus!! plus, i have a tolkien verse, so hella. ]

squishes ur face. perfect

[iarnhardt]

           ▌░░ { ♛ } —— Spring in the Ironwood was cold, enough to drag            b r e a t h  from the body and leave it clouding above the head. To            finger frost against the balsam trunks and reach slyly into clothing             to steal away the heat. The snow here fell thick & crusted over with            crystalline ice that glittered in sunlight too thin and too golden-pale            to offer warmth. 

                                        Spring in the Ironwood was cold, enough to touch the                                         air with quiet c h i l l and whisk away the ambiance to                                         leave behind only the pinprick discomfort of inhuman                                         eyes watching human progression from under cover.                                         Angrboda alone thrusts through her hidden children                                         and emerges into view. Full seven feet of fur swathed                                         woman who's breath doesn't cloud in the cold.

               ❝ Those who lose themselves in these woods                    are usually eaten by the wolves. ❞

[nar--rayya-blog]

██ ░ [ ☆ ] — ❝ They did not tell me that all human boys would be this ... 

                                                         ... good - looking. ❞