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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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"My protection, for one." Saeril was an intimidating sight, but the man didn't break eye contact. "You seem to have your hands full..." To emphasize his point, he looked towards the remaining company members. Bofur was tying off the boat, Oin was helping bind a child's scraped leg, and Kili was assisting anyone who needed it. All were on their feet, but each seemed fatigued. Especially Kili.

"Considering my skill with a blade, a bit of gold is a small sum to pay." The man returned his attention to the she-elf. "Aside from that...the weapons, as promised, and a better, quicker, and safer route towards the mountain. The place will be swarming with orcs soon...you'll be badly outnumbered. Will you accept my offer?"
When Saeril became overprotective, the man watched her carefully, unsure whether to be intimidated or amused by the show of anger. "I was merely offering my help," he stated, a light smirk on his lips. "I do not doubt your abilities...but you can't hope to protect them if they cannot protect themselves."

Kili glared at him, though Saeril was soon to come between the two. As she asked him to help the others, he hesitated somewhat, then gave a small sigh of defeat. "Alright," he wanted to prove himself useful, plus he couldn't very well protest. Saeril had saved his life, and he owed her that much.
With that, Kili turned to help the rest as requested.
Kili's heart sank. Saeril was right, of course. Dis wouldn't have risked the well being of others, not even for Erebor. There was nothing else that could be said; he couldn't defend Thorin any further, not until he knew what had truly happened.
Keep your distance. From me.
Kili wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly. They'd never been distant before. For much of the journey, he had remained by her and Fili. "But why?" Before he might get an answer, the man showed up, startling him with his swiftness.

"Who are you?" Kili eyed him with distrust; he didn't like the looks of this man. There was nothing welcoming nor friendly about him; he seemed completely unfazed by the burning town behind them. Rather than admit that they belonged to the others, Kili returned the speculation with a question of his own. "What do you want?"

The man scoffed, looking down to the youngest member there. "I'll get right to the point; I want some of the gold in that mountain of yours." Arms folded, he looked to Saeril, beliving her in charge of the ragtag group.
"In return, I will take you to the mountain. I will get you there fast and undetected. You may think it a simple enough task, but I know a better way...had those fools listened to me, they may have been able to gain access without waking the dragon."

Kili felt his blood boil. This man had no right to make such demands, and he certainly had no right to refer to his uncle as a fool. On impulse, he started to reach for his sword, only to find that it was not there. Of course. They hadn't any weapons.

The man shook his head when he took notice of this. He expected as much coming from a dwarf. They tended to be hotheaded and unthinking.
"I can supply you with adequate weaponry as well."
Kili caught his godmother's words, and her question made him feel somewhat defensive in regards to Thorin and the others. That tone of voice was so unlike her.
"They didn't mean for this to happen," he looked up to Saeril, completely insistent and biased when it came to his kin. "This is not their fault," at that, his eyes landed towards Fili in a silent search for his input. Surely his brother would not blame them too.
"...Is it?"

The shore was littered with survivors, but there had been plenty of casualties, too. A man clad mostly in colors of gray and black studied them from afar, his gaze piercing through the crowd of people. Kili had taken notice of him, but when he turned back, the stranger was gone. How odd.
Brows knit, Kili stepped forward, overwhelmed by what had come to pass. "We need to get to the mountain..."

"That won't be easy now, dwarf." Directly behind him, the man now stood, his expression neutral. His dark features seemed to match with his clothing, and his voice was icy at best. "Judging by appearance...I'll assume you lot belong to the others that went to the mountain."
Kili could only stare in shock as Laketown started to go up in flames. Hearing the cries and seeing the people flee their homes was difficult to witness. Were they responsible for this? Smaug had remained inside of Erebor for so many years, and now he'd left to seek destruction on the nearest town. The thought was an unsettling one; deep down, Kili worried that coming here had been wrong. Perhaps their homeland should have been left behind.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help?" Kili couldn't take it anymore. Leaving felt wrong, even if they'd managed to bring Bard's children to safety. "There were more weapons back in---"

Bofur shook his head, motioning for Kili to quiet down. "No, lad. We've got to get to Thorin." Though Bofur felt the same way, he knew there was little to nothing that they could do now. They needed to regroup with the others and plan from there.
Kili had done the best that he could; he wanted to prove himself capable, but he'd fallen almost immediately. Thankfully, Fili and Saeril had helped him, and before he could protest, he felt his godmother pick him right up. "The floor's uneven," he mumbled tiredly, a lame attempt to shift the blame.

As soon as the group made their way outdoors, Smaug's fire lit up the opposite side of Laketown. The heat from the flames could be felt even from where they were, and panicked shouts and cries of the people were heard both near and far. Oin lead them towards the boat, ushering Bard's children to board. Sigrid helped Tilda, both worried sick about their father.

Kili caught sight of Smaug, though only briefly. Hearing about the mighty dragon was one thing, seeing him was another. Bofur shook his head in disbelief, offering Fili and the others help to the boat. At this rate, there would be no town to return to.
Ok! :) That sounds perfect. :D
At the news, Kili sat up some, feeling sick with dread. If Smaug was to come here, they were done for. All of Laketown would feel the wrath of such a mighty beast; he had heard the stories of Smaug all his life, and he knew the destruction he was capable of.

If the dragon was coming here, where were the others? Kili couldn't help but worry for their safety; they had headed towards the mountain and Smaug may have met them first.
"We need to find Thorin," though tired, he began to ready himself for their departure. Time was not on their side, Smaug would arrive within a matter of moments.

Oin was in full agreement. "We'll need a boat," hastily, he threw his supplies back into his bag, then turned to help Kili who, once again, insisted he was fine.
"You'll have to come with us," the healer explained to Bard's children, but Bane would not hear of it. "Not without our Da--"
"If you stay, laddie, you and your sisters will die." Oin couldn't sugarcoat it, they hadn't a moment to spare. "Is that what your father would want?"
I noticed that too! I'm impressed by the fact that we each managed three -- I feel like we deserve an award or something. :D
HAHA! Oh man...that is the most relatable image ever! I feel like that sums my life up really well.

Brunettes unite! My hair doesn't really get frizzy, but it's super thick...I swear I could hide a real bird's nest in there and no one would notice.
That's so cool that you've taken some archery! What kind of bow do you use? The only experience I had with it makes me die a little...my cousin talked me into taking part in some outdoorsy event at our college, and since I have basically zero arm strength, I couldn't pull the cord back. I'd never used a hunting bow before, it was totally unlike what I expected. The instructors even loosened the bolts so it'd be easier...but it didn't help. Everyone was watching and I just...agghhh. It's one of those moments that I reflect on sometimes and get terrible secondhand embarrassment.

Alrighty! I'll do some browsing tonight and see if I can find a few suggestions for him to make it a bit easier. XD

Hook swords! Thanks to the Jet reference, I know exactly what you're talking about. Those would be perfect for your collection! How long have you been collecting?

"Wait, what?" Ghent drew his hand away from the device, dumbfounded by the permission to leave. Did this mean Drust trusted him enough to come back? Rather than further question the man, he hastily agreed. Elayra could draw that dagger again faster than she'd sheathed it.
"That'd probably be best for everyone involved." Ghent retrieved his backpack, only to toss the bag of half-finished fries into it along with the crumpled wrapper of his burger.
"Dawn's first light. I'll be here." As he promised to return, Ghent shouldered the pack, reluctant to take the phone from them.
"I feel kinda bad leaving you guys here, though...want me to grab any supplies or anything? There's a vending machine by the park, I could grab some bottles of water." Ghent knew they'd stayed at places far worse than this, and likely with less provisions, but his conscious nagged him. The least he could do was to leave them with a source of light and water. "I'll leave the phone with you."
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