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4 yrs ago
Death Note.
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4 yrs ago
After a painfully long hiatus...I'm finally back, and hoping to write + meet people again.
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6 yrs ago
Time to go on semi-hiatus. I'll reply once in a while when I can find the motivation, but until then, I need a break.
7 yrs ago
When you finally stand up for yourself but you stutter. Feels bad man.
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8 yrs ago
writing helps with my depression but when I'm depressed I don't have the motivation to write.
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Thank you Siaya Dragalorn for creating the banner/header!


Hey, welcome to my profile. I've been writing since I was a kid, and it's something I'm very passionate about. I'm not sure what else to put here, but don't hesitate to reach out if you think we'd hit it off. BTW, I'm an adult, so I would prefer to write with people closer to my age.


Seeking: Not...sure...
Limits: Romance-wise, nothing explicit. But I'm pretty lenient for everything else (within reason).
Reply status as of 1/13/24: Getting back to a decent pace.

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While Drust avoided the brunt of the attack, Ghent felt an explosion of pain on his side. A punch from Mrs. Saxon's son felt like a love tap compared to this guy. Ghent was out of his league, but his stubbornness prevailed.
"Some guardian." Ribs throbbing, Ghent coughed, his eyes never leaving Drust even as Elayra's words reached his ears. Feeding? Feeding what? Drust's anger? The Curse?
Ghent believed himself clever, but cleverness wasn't enough. Not when facing up against a trained knight of Wonderland. Winning wasn't on the agenda, surviving was.
Doing what he could to regain his footing, Ghent tried again. This time, he aimed a punch at Drust's chest; Ghent's other arm had been successfully forced away, and so he aimed a knee to his midsection as well.
"Hey! Blondie! If you're going to run for it, now would be a good time!"

Kili kept a hold of the reigns, relieved that his godmother might rest her leg. The horses were taller than ponies, and the help from her was appreciated. The company traveled a few hours until they arrived at a forested area. Unlike the rest of the foliage, everything within the entry appeared withered and dead.

“This forest feels...sick, as if a disease lies upon it." Bilbo was uneasy, and he looked to Gandalf in hopes of him coming up with another route. "Is there no way around?”

Kili wasn't liking the looks of this, either. The woods were dark, and the trees were too close together to allow a horse through such a tight space. "This isn't like our forest, is it?" The youngest questioned Saeril lowly, referring to her home and the woods of his childhood.
"I'm trying to help!" Elayra's reaction was opposite to what Ghent had envisioned. Didn't she realize he was staying for her? Playing hero wasn't really working out; Elayra didn't want a hero, she wanted him gone. Glass and fragments of wood littered the ground of their makeshift battlefield, and Ghent moved forward to meet his foe after he witnessed Drust kick Elayra in the middle.
"Alright, that does it!"
Elayra hit the ground hard; there was no telling if she could recover from that in time. Now in a defensive pose, Ghent moved himself so that he would be between her and Drust.
"Listen to me: you need to get out of here, this guy is nuts." Ghent spoke to Elayra as if Drust were not present. Angering him further was dangerous, but it could also help break the man's concentration. Ghent's logic was heavily influenced by movies and video games.

“Let’s find out if you deserve to be called Hatter’s son, shall we?”
"I'd hate to disappoint you." Ghent balled his hand into a fist and tried to crack his knuckles. This was an attempt to appear menacing, but the motion hurt, and he shook his hand to rid himself of the cramp.
"Darn it..."
Ghent didn't excel at first impressions, but he was determined to hold his own long enough for Elayra to get to safety. That was the plan, anyway. Drust's menacing behavior would have been enough to scare off the bravest of souls, but Ghent couldn't leave. Elayra had taken a hit for him, now Ghent would take a hit for her. Or several.

This wasn't a childish fight at school. This was going to get ugly fast. Drust seemed fully capable in battle, sword or not. Surviving would require a mixture of agility and quick thinking.
"Before we start," Ghent slid a hand to his pocket and withdrew the phone. "I want to capture the moment." With the camera flash on, he snapped a photo in hopes of momentarily blinding Drust. Coming from Earth had a few perks, at least.
Moving fast, Ghent dropped the phone, ran in, and aimed an uppercut to his opponent's jaw.
Kili ate his breakfast in silence. Beorn was intimidating, yet completely interesting. His tall form hovered above them, and his low voice supassed even Thorin's.
Still tired, Kili leaned into Saeril a little bit, taking care to listen in. The youngest's brown eyes landed towards Beorn's wrists, and he frowned in concern. What had caused this?

Thorin looked to Beorn as he spoke, an eyebrow raised. "You know of Azog? How?" The very name of his enemy boiled his blood, though he kept himself in check. This was their host, one good enough to have offered them a meal along with shelter.

Similar to Kili, Bilbo couldn't help but notice the evidence of shackled wounds around Beorn's wrists. Unlike Kili, Bilbo was quick to advert his gaze.
"I was only teasing." Ghent didn't sound sorry because he wasn't sorry.
"You're pretty touchy about the whole royalty thing. Is it supposed to be a secret?" If it was, Ghent didn't understand why. No one was around to hear, yet the tension in the room was at an all time high. What was with these two?

"Cocky child, aren’t you?"
"Hope you ain't referring to me, Gramps." Ghent was indeed cocky. His sarcastic, presumptuous behavior had triggered the darkness consuming the White Knight's very being. The markings were moving at an alarming rate, and Drust's eyes were nearly overcome by the black and red webs of color. There was something very, very wrong with this man.

"That...doesn't look good." Ghent blinked in surprise, his confusion multiplying when Elayra spoke to Drust as if he were a rabid animal on the verge of snapping. Unfortunately, her efforts to calm the knight proved unsuccessful.
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
Elayra didn't have to give a second warning: fearing for his life, Ghent turned and ran. Until now, he hadn't realized the extent of what the curse had done to Drust. The proposition was becoming less and less appealing; how could he hope to survive Wonderland if he couldn't survive a single meeting?

Ghent jerked the door open, but the clashing of metal was enough for him to whirl around.
"Wait!" Staying was foolish. Ghent was unarmed and outclassed, but he didn't want Elayra to pay for his mistakes. "You're supposed to be her guardian, not her attacker!" The fact that Elayra was able to hold a sword against the muscular knight was incredible; how could someone so small possess so much strength?
"Yeah, you're brave with a sword in your hand, Drust...bet you don't have the guts to face me without one." Ghent was scared, but he wasn't cowardly enough to leave Elayra there by herself. If at all possible, Ghent wanted to get their current enemy to drop his sword. "Are you going to face me or not?"
Snuggled against his godmother, Kili slept like a rock. The youngest didn't budge or stir, he was exhausted, and thankful for the chance to sleep. The night was long, peaceful, and without disturbance. Aside from Rivendell, this was the most comfortable the company had been. In a home like this, no harm could come to them. They were perfectly safe, and no one had to keep watch.

When morning did come, Bilbo was startled awake by a large bumblebee. Every object and creature within the home was about ten times the size it should have been. Scrambling up in haste, Bilbo moved to join the others at the table. Beorn was speaking with Gandalf while Thorin and the others listened by.

While it was unlike him, Kili was one of the last ones awake. Hay clinging to his clothes and hair, he sat up, rubbed at an eye tiredly, then noticed their burglar pass them by. Even from their distance, Beorn was visible, and the skin changer was a sight to behold. In Kili's mind, this was the only in Middle Earth that could have been taller than Gandalf.
aw thank you so much!! :D I will ask her to make more! :)
"He's leaving!" Ori piped up, only to be pulled away by his older brother Dori.
“Come away from there! It’s not natural, none of it." Dori often lectured his brothers, much to the dismay of Nori. "It’s obvious: he’s under some dark spell...sounds like dark magic to me!”
This gained murmurs of agreement from Bofur and Gloin as Dwalin checked the door.
"Enough! We can travel no more tonight. We will have to rest," Thorin announced, much to the relief of many including Bilbo. The home was somewhat messy, yet very comfortable. Clean hay littered the ground, perfect for sleeping. "It is obvious he cannot be reasoned with."

Kili was once again impressed by how much his godmother knew. "A skin changer? I've never heard of one...can he only change into a bear?" Often observant, Kili inspected their surroundings. To a dwarf, the home appeared furnished for a giant. Everything was taller and much larger than back home.
The hay looked comfortable, and after their lengthily journey, they deserved a place to rest. Kili reached up and took Saeril's hand, leading her towards a spot so she might sit down and rest her leg.
Thank you so much!! Those were awesome! :D I love Imagine Dragons!

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Merry Christmas!!

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