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PLEASE, PLEASE Reblog if You’re a Roleplayer That Believes Mun and Muse are Two Separate People.

sasayakinodoka-san:

my girlfriend thinks that everything my muse does is really ME doing it.

i’m trying to prove to her that there’s a whole community of us who recognize the huge, huge difference between mun and muse. please help me prove her wrong!

King Thranduil in an unexpected journey, the desolation of Smaug, and the battle of the five armies.

dwarfsmut:

bards eyes always full of tears

How did you get this?
heart-of-the-mountain

arafinwe-ingalaure:

heart-of-the-mountain:

arafinwe-ingalaure:

arafinwe-ingalaure:

"I… I’m not certain," he admitted, letting his hand rest on hers. "It was during the War of Wrath. I was traveling with a small group of guards and we were ambushed… I woke up in Ingwion’s camp. Somehow, he saved me." He closed his eyes, fighting against the memories of that time. 

 

"As you wish," he said, smiling contentedly. He already felt the stress of the day seeping from him. "Thank you, my love."

She just smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Now just relax.” With a small hum she grabbed a wash rag and ans soaped it up, before gently starting to wash his upper body.

He watched her lazily, enjoying the feel of the cloth and her tender touch. “I shall have to return the favor,” he said, guessing she would enjoy it as well.

"Oh shush… you don’t have to do anything my love, we’ll other than relax." She planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Open RP

wefollowedfires:

heart-of-the-mountain:

"Me? Dean if you knew me at all, you know that I’m trouble. Always was and always will be." she couldn’t help but give a small smile. 

"Definitely pushing your luck, sweetheart."

Ark rolled her eyes slightly before winking. “I’ll always do that… but I’ll try to keep it under control. But what now? You know people will hunt you now….”

scmeme: sam + bruised & battered

scmeme: sam + bruised & battered

I will have war

A chip off the old block

How did you get this?
heart-of-the-mountain

arafinwe-ingalaure:

arafinwe-ingalaure:

"I… I’m not certain," he admitted, letting his hand rest on hers. "It was during the War of Wrath. I was traveling with a small group of guards and we were ambushed… I woke up in Ingwion’s camp. Somehow, he saved me." He closed his eyes, fighting against the memories of that time. 

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Closing his eyes, he sighed, relaxing against get touch. “That feels so good,” he murmured, feeling more content than he had in days.

She just smiled and started to hum softly and worked her way down his arms then moved up to wash his hair. “I’m glad you are relaxed… you need to be more often.”