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Lord of the Rings RP masterlist

This masterlist is for anything Tolkien-related: the Simmarillon, the Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, the Rings of Power and more!!

Reblog this post and add in the tags

your URL

if you’re a single muse or a multimuse

if they’re canon or an OC

your muse’s name, and from where they come from

EXAMPLE: scrunklyrpblog, single muse, canon, Scrunkly the Mighty ( pokemon mystery dungeon )

to be added in the list!

NOTE: if you have a multimuse blog, feel free to write as many muses as you have; if you have a fandomless OC, specificy that you just have a specific verse or their “title” – and remember to reblog the fandomless masterlist too!

feel free to specify if your muse is canon divergent too!

Character list in alphabetical order can be found HERE!

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DEALING WITH TRAUMA : STARTERS

a collection of dialogue prompts for muses with heavy baggage. content warning for mentions of mental illness, ableist language, and victim-blaming. change & alter as needed.

“Don’t worry. I’m good at being alone. I’ve been alone for a long time.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“Look, everyone is just better off without me, okay?”

“It’s not a ‘trigger’! I don’t have ‘triggers’! There’s nothing wrong with me! I’m perfectly normal!”

“It was my fault. I should have known better.”

“As soon as you see what a mess I really am, you’ll leave. Just like everyone else.”

“It’s not a big deal. It wasn’t that bad.”

“There’s something wrong with me. There’s something wrong inside my head.”

“I’m not the easiest person to talk to, or be around. It’s… hard for other people to love me. I get that.”

“Why are you still here?! Why won’t you just leave?! Why won’t you just leave me like everyone else?!”

“That wasn’t a panic attack. I don’t have panic attacks.”

“I don’t know what’s going on with me, but… I don’t think this is normal.”

“I can’t stop remembering it. I can’t stop dreaming about it. I can’t even stop thinking about it.”

“PTSD? Oh, come on, give me a little credit! I’m tougher than that!”

“I don’t need to see a shrink! I’m not crazy!”

“I’m just so scared it’s going to happen again.”

“What’s wrong with me? Why didn’t they love me? Why wasn’t I good enough for them?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted them. I got what I deserved.”

“If you knew the kind of person I really am, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“How can you even stand to be around me? How do you not hate me?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I get like this. I just see [trigger], and I totally freeze up. I can’t help it.”

“I’m supposed to be stronger than this!”

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"Well..." Bilbo took a moment to process the very real fact now that this woman had, and by implication, used these wings of hers. He took a deep breath, considering what options they had. The Shire truly wasn't that far and now they she was conscious, the outlook was far better than it was several minutes ago. The fire was going strong with what little dry wood he had left so close to the end of his journey. She could gather her strength and...

Bilbo looked at the young woman. She'd be more than just a sight to his people. Apart from the wings, she appeared human. What would they think, Mister Bilbo Baggins coming home after nearly a year with this strange woman? Let them gossip. She was clearly in trouble.

And worse yet, she spoke as if she had no home at all now.

He gave her a sympathetic smile, "You can stay with me. I have a large enough house-- Well, big enough. You might have to duck a few beams, but... I don't think you'll be terribly uncomfortable. I have a guest room. It's open to you if you wish it." He paused, "There's also Bree. That's big folk territory, though... you speak as if you're not from around here?" It was less of a question, more of an observation. He gave a gentle look, curious, but willing to back off if she showed to be anymore uncomfortable about the subject than she already was.

"Where is home for you?" Then, realizing his mistake, winced at the thought, "Or was? I'm sorry."

“ More than most I have met w-would have… ” Her teeth were chattering less, now. The painful chill was slowly fading from her bones, leaving a low, numb, thrumming in it’s wake… as though every nerve was still struggling to warm themselves. Hoarding every bit of warmth they could scrounge.

Her head shook slowly. “ I have never. A… a taste would be alright. ” If it would, indeed, help to heat her core, the healer would accept anything at this moment.

His gentle probing made her heart stutter for an instant. Questions she feared answering, yet knew she owed him… at least the barest of information, after what he’d done for her. “ My home is nowhere she could carry me to. I cannot go back there. —– And, where I am going from here… unless she can fly, I fear she would not be of much help. Though, I am grateful for your offer. ”

#home and hearth: mahia

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As Thorin struggled even to stand, with the ever present stoicism the dwarf King was widely known for, Bilbo decided to leave the tray behind instead of attempting to carry it with Thorin leaning on him. He would come back for it once Thorin was settled. Maybe Thorin would want a chance to be alone for a few moments on the parapets. To look over his lands he'd saved and the sacrifices of his kin.

Bilbo took their walk as slowly as Thorin needed. It was a new year now, January was almost over. Bilbo was already shivering a little from the wind and chill once they could feel the outside air. Hobbits were far more delicate to cold than dwarves, but the fires of the forges kept the mountain pleasantly warm. The climb up the stairs wasn't as long as Bilbo feared, but he was sure Thorin would be (silently of course) grateful for a rest soon enough.

"How are you feeling?" Bilbo asked after a few moments, with a tone that hopefully Thorin didn't take as pity but concern. If anyone wouldn't see him as weak or a burden, Bilbo hoped Thorin realized it would be him.

BILBO WAS TRYING, THAT MUCH HAD BEEN CERTAIN.

And he wasn’t upset with that at all, but he was upset with himself. Hearing the others response and how poorly it had gone, a soft huff left the dwarf. The battlefield before them had become quite the mess; a graveyard even for those that had lost their lives. Men, dwarves and elves alike. Burying or burning the dead, wanted and unwanted alike. It was hard to believe that a month had already gone by, nearing on two months since that bloody day.

An arm had been offered pulling the dwarf’s attention to the hobbit once more. Bright blues looked up at the other then shifted down gazing upon the offered arm. A few minutes had passed and finally Thorin had reached a large hand out to grasp on to said offering, carefully pulling himself up with a struggle in the weight lift. As soon as he was on his feet the brunette had released a breath that he hadn’t realized was being held in.

Almost as if he were afraid to breathe, because then in his mind Thorin felt that he would lose that staple. The smallest move out of place and the royal believed that Bilbo would either be gone.

Pain was ever present in his war torn body, burning through his muscles and veins with every inch of movement. He was sore, tender even, as his body was still in a healing process. The dwarf had remained still for a few short minutes as he worked his breathing out, calming his heart as it banged against its cage. His gaze shifted to Bilbo once more, a simple nod of thanks had been given.

#try and eat: thorin

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rubiesintherough​:

As warmth finally seeped its way back into her skin, every nerve flared like a roaring fire. It was all the healer could do to clench her jaw and keep the sound of discomfort inside… This was not the first time she’d been caught in the cold, of course. But, not this badly. Never this close to death. And that realization — as cognition continued its fight to return — sent another chilled shudder, separate from the snowy winds around her, down the length of her spine. 

She truly owed her life to this small, strange man… still helping her, further ensuring she was alright. It was truly beginning to sink in… the fact that, had he been only a few moments more in passing by, or had he not chosen to stop and help her, she would be gone, now. The thought of that kept her usual fear at bay. Normally, she’d be struggling to her feet, even now, forcing herself to run, to escape, to flee somewhere far away from anyone near her when she was so terrifyingly vulnerable, her secrets exposed. But, she needed to repay him. She needed to thank him properly, somehow. She didn’t even know how she could. How did one repay a debt so steep? 

Most of his words meant little to her. Places and things she didn’t understand, yet Mahia still offered him a slow, and shivery nod at the final statement. Trust was a rare thing for her… but, she trusted that he meant that. She felt strangely safe in the care of this stranger. She’d never thought that before. 

           “ Mahia… Emerga. “   The least she could do was offer her own name in reply,    “ Thank you f-for… saving me.  —— I could never find a way to thank you enough. “  

“Oh, now--” Bilbo smiled bashfully, giving a modest shrug, “I only did what any decent person would do.” He busied himself with making sure the mittens were on her properly. She didn’t make any notion of wanting the dwarven brandy he offered her so he took a sip himself, and let out a whistle, then a broader smile.

“I think my dwarf friends would threaten this could put hair on your chest. But-- well, that’s a joke. It wouldn’t really. But it’s got a very strong taste. Have you ever had brandy before? It’s strong, but it’ll warm you up, I promise.”

He’d let her consider before helping her sip any from the flask if she wanted it. He gestured towards the pony with his other hand who was already acting a bit more interested in the new person with them.

“This is Annie. My pony. I’ve grown rather fond of her, but after I get back home, I’m afraid I won’t have much need of her. I suppose I could lend her to the Brandybucks to help pull the ferry. Unless you might need transportation back home, Miss Emerga?”

Another subtle hint of asking her to reveal a little more. He wouldn’t bother with asking her how she might have came to have wings. She was scared and injured so badly from the frost she couldn’t even hold a flask. It was largely unimportant for now.

#home and hearth: mahia

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dragcnsdaughter​:

Amethyst hues stared down at the rather small individual before her. Raising a brow slowly, indeed the queen felt a certain amount of sympathy for the small being. 

Prisoner? There was a hint of indecision within the queen, her eyes passed over him taking in his current state. He was wet. Dripping. For a brief moment concern flashed over the silver queens face “And where is your, home?” 

“No, you are right. Nearly drowning is not trespassing, yet you could be anyone. An assassin? Many men have tried to kill me.” Which was why the queen was suspicious, hesitant. 

Hands clasped in front of her, a fingertip running over the cold pearled ring that sat on her finger, her eyes directed away “Perhaps a dry change of clothes? And a hot drink?” Slowly her gaze trailed back to the small creatures sights once more “After all, you are standing in your own puddle. My dragons do not like their dinner to be spoiled.” Amusement flickered in the queens voice, yet it didn’t show on her face.

He didn’t answer about home. For all he knew she could be as vengeful and cruel as she was beautiful. He wouldn’t dare tell her about his home. And she was equally as suspicious of him. An assassin? Bilbo nearly laughed himself or would have if he wasn’t’ freezing.

He felt a few moments of relief at the mention of clothes and drink... but it seemed she was still going to kill him. Bilbo took a deep breath, meeting her gaze. “I’m no assassin. And I would be a fool to think I could kill a woman who tames dragons. But if you are going to kill me, I’d rather not be eaten by them, if you please. They’d swallow me whole. I’d rather die swiftly than starve to death.”

#decide: daenerys

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uprootcd​:

  It was difficult to tell - with a plant of all things - but as Minosh’s little concert stretched on, he felt as though the tree was actually starting to calm down. Like a human taking one last big breath before sighing out all tension, the trunk heaved and shrunk again. Stillness followed, and… was that a face he was looking at?

  Minosh! Please!

  The genasi rolled his eyes. Yes, for fuck’s sake, I’m working on it!

  Maybe if he summoned his mage hand, he could keep on playing without using his actual arms? Halting the music in favour of catching Bilbo’s hand seemed risky, only a few seconds to spare before the tree would wake and tighten its chokehold again. No. That wouldn’t do. He had to make sure to do both of these things at once. Here was to another thing Minosh had never tried before.

  With a nagging feeling that lady luck would soon punish him for his greed, Minosh closed his eyes to will a ghostly hand into being. The spectre took the place of his right hand on the flute, and, without waiting to see if his musical talents carried over, Minosh grabbed onto the arm sticking out of the tree, and pulled.

Bilbo yelled then, grateful to be out of the blasted tree trying to crush him to death and dilerious with the pain of his injured arm being pulled. But he held tight back, grabbing Minosh’s hand arm with his other hand, crawling out and away from the tree. His things were not far off. He had only wanted to climb the tree to get a wide look at the land. Before his adventure, he never would have dared climb a tree so big. Not in this age anyhow.

He coughed and cleared the dirt from his eyes, tears streaming down his face. But he hadn’t been seeing things before. It had been easy to wave away the notion of seeing a ghostly third hand helping, even thinking he was still hearing the music of the flute when he was gripping both of the other’s hands and getting pulled out...

But he had. The tree was settled so there was no real reason for Minosh to continue playing. But he saw the hand floating there. His eyes went wide, more tears blossoming from dirt and irritation. He wiped them away.

“I’ve never seen magic like that...”

#close to home: minosh

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“Aye, you see enough wee ones around, I reckon most of their soft comfortable furniture is plenty bouncy,” Bofur smiled innocently to Bilbo rolling his eyes. Apart from being extremely annoyed by the dwarves and Eilonwy and Gandalf, he was thinking along the same lines as the dragon rider. They had her. Surely she would reason with a dragon far better than he could sneak past one. He’d never stolen anything in his life!

“Thank you,” Bilbo heaved a sigh, accepting her apology. Even so, he suspected he might have to say goodbye to some piece of furniture or a few cups or plates before the head ache inducing night was over.

Bilbo continued fretting and fusing over the food and his mother’s collection of dishes. He wasn’t a complete stranger to entertaining company. But properly. Not... as hectic as this. None of them had manners, proper manners. Not one. How was he expected to endure a trip clear across Middle Earth? Besides he didn’t travel... Hardly any hobbit did. What was that fool of a wizard thinking?

be careful | open

“Please,” Bilbo pushed his visitor’s boots from the parlor table in a fit of frustration. “Please keep your shoes off the furniture. That there is an antique! As are most things in this house. Please, be careful!”

#be careful: eilonwy #adragonrider

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Hey I was curious: do you thread with multi-muses? I tried to find it in your rules but I do, unfortunately, miss/misread things

Of course I do! Let's play!

Tag me in something, send a meme, reply to an open; whatever you want!

#ooc #ask box

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“Oh, that chicken sounds welcoming.” Bilbo’s mouth started to water at the very idea of it. Roast chicken wasn’t something they could usually afford to sit and wait for. Or risk attracting wolves. Usually a quick seering and then a stew to stretch out the ingredients they had. Getting to relax at Beorn’s or Rivendell was even short lived.

“Thank you.” Bilbo flashed a grateful smile, then took a sip of ale. He could get lost in cups this good if he wasn’t careful. He took a deep breath, going back to her note of concern for him.

“I lost some friends.” He admitted, with a small shrug, “In Erebor, if you can believe that. I’m on my way home now. Alone, which seems very lonely indeed after traveling with a party for months.”

@svndrenched​ sent… “You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

Bilbo looked into his pint of ale in his hands. Perhaps he shouldn’t have ordered it. Gandalf was out for some business or other, promise he’d join Bilbo in the morning to continue their journey to the Shire. He was still thinking on Gandalf’s turning down his invitation to stay… to tell Thorin’s story…

“Such a tale may be too big for such small folk, Bilbo. In time, yes… Why not worry on getting settled in and I’ll darken your doorstep soon enough.”

The wizard was right, of course? Who would even believe him? A wild story for the children, no doubt. He’d be a favorite uncle quickly with those. But other folk? At least he had some proof of his travels… His gaze moved to the sword at his side. The shield and other items were locked away in his room for the night.

His look of contemplation and sorrow thinking on the gifts every dwarf had given him as a goodbye, the thought of possibly never seeing any of them, clear across the land… He looked up to the bar maid, giving a small smile.

“Don’t let me have much more than this, I think… What’s on your menu for supper?”

#how can i help: adisse

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reflective prompts.

sometimes your muse reflects on some things about themselves, your muse, or another muse. on things that are new, things that are old, and things that just haven’t changed, even with everything they’ve been through together. darker & spicier prompts towards the bottom! CW: swearing, mentions of drinking & smoking weed. feel free to edit pronouns/descriptors as needed, & play around with context ♡

❝ you look … different.  … happier.  like there’s a lot more pep in your step. ❞ ❝ you still have this air of … sadness about you. ❞ ❝ you don’t need to try so hard to be good … deep in my heart i know that you already are. ❞ ❝ … i still have this burning desire deep inside to … to fuck over everyone, everything, that has wronged me. ❞ ❝ everyone makes mistakes, even you. ❞ ❝ i still have no idea what i’m capable of, even after all of this … ❞ ❝ i still feel like such a cruel son of a bitch … like a murderer, even … ❞ ❝ you’re still such a leader … in so many ways. ❞ ❝ my family would be so ashamed of the person i’ve become … ❞ ❝ i finally think i’ve learned how to show a bit of mercy. ❞ ❝ you know, going around following strangers is gonna get you screwed one of these days.  haven’t you learned anything from the past? ❞ ❝ he’s/she’s/they’ve really mellowed you out.  it’s nice to see you taking on this kind of change. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you’re still so sensitive here. ❞ ❝ dammit, i hate that i’m still sensitive there … i thought i grew out of that … ❞ ❝ i loved when he/she/they touched me … but i guess i won’t be feeling that anymore … ❞ ❝ i think getting married to him/her/them helped him/her/them see the world a little differently.  like things aren’t so bad. ❞ ❝ your bladder’s still small as ever, huh? ❞ ❝ … whoah … you look incredible in that suit and tie/tuxedo/dress/gown/other specified article(s) of clothing … ❞ ❝ he/she/they still look(s) like he’s/she’s/they’re gonna piss his/her/their pants. ❞ ❝ haha, [name] … still hiding from everyone/everything, huh? ❞ ❝ you’ve come out of your shell so much.  … i can’t help but feel kinda proud of you. ❞ ❝ you/he/she/they doesn’t/don’t seem like the kind of person who would do something like that. ❞ ❝ i feel like i’m drowning in your eyes … ❞ ❝ no, keep singing for me, please … you’re quite good. ❞ ❝ look at you, begging for attention like this … so cute … ❞ ❝ … being lied to has never broken my heart this much. ❞ ❝ … do i love him/her/them?  not even i know … ❞ ❝ … you’ve never cried like this before … are you okay? ❞ ❝ i wonder how you got this scar … ❞ ❝ who knew you could be so shy? ❞ ❝ still the same shy person as always, huh? ❞ ❝ i never knew that you/he/she/they could be so adorable. ❞ ❝ i haven’t actually spoken to him/her/them for quite a while … i have this sense that he’s/she’s/they’re still so wounded and bruised. ❞ ❝ you do not seem like the kind of person who’d be afraid of something like that. ❞ ❝ he/she/they look(s) like he/she/they just got bit by a snake, died, ascended to heaven, descended to hell, and ascended back up to the overworld. ❞ ❝ so, you finally learned how to use my weapon. ❞ ❝ … have you … have you ever kissed anyone under the stars before?  … just like this? ❞ ❝ i never took you for much of a swearer.  it’s an interesting change. ❞ ❝ … i’ve never really been much of a swearer.  i guess it just comes with the changing times, right? ❞ ❝ … can i ask how you lost your arm/leg/finger(s)/toe(s)/other extremity? ❞ ❝ … it’s an old gunshot/stab/etc wound … i didn’t think it’d still be visible after all this time … ❞ ❝ heh … glad to see that he/she/they didn’t kill you after all. ❞ ❝ … you killed him/her/them, didn’t you …? ❞ ❝ …. he/she/they … killed [muse name] …? ❞ ❝ … no way … you fucking kissed him/her/them! ❞ ❝ … no, you did not sleep with him/her/them … ❞ ❝ you never seemed like the type to like drinking. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you smoked weed … gimme a hit. ❞ ❝ fuck … i haven’t felt this kind of ecstasy in ages … ❞ ❝ man, you’re high as a kite … ❞ ❝ hang on, you’re drunk.  i’ll help you. ❞ ❝ oho, now just where did that hickey come from? ❞ ❝ … you look kinda sexy in your underwear. ❞ ❝ damn, you’re real hot when you’re naked, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you were into dressing so sexy like this. ❞ ❝ who knew you’d like it when i touched you like this … ❞ ❝ … i love it when you touch me like this … ❞ ❝ i want to trace all the curves in your body … to touch every part of you that i’ve always wanted to but never got the chance to … ❞ ❝ th-that feels good … right there … ❞ ❝ fuck … your hands feel so good there … ❞ ❝ does that feel good? ❞ ❝ who knew you could get so riled up so easily? ❞ ❝ keep moving that hand down south and you’ll be crossing a border that can’t be uncrossed. ❞

#rp memes

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“In a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit.”

J.R.R. Tolkien

#the hobbit #scenery #the shire

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#martin freeman #lolz

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His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: ‘I’m coming, Mr. Frodo!’ He ran forward to the climbing path, and over it. At once the road lurned left and plunged steeply down. Sam had crossed into Mordor.

#lord of the rings #elijah wood #sean astin

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I cried the first time I saw him….

#tolkien art

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some flirty memes

CHEESY

“  like my shirt?  it’s made with boyfriend/girlfriend material.  ”

“  do you like raisins?  how would you feel about a date?  ”

“  if i could rearrange the alphabet i’d put ‘u’ and ‘i’ together.  ”

“ are you a parking ticket? ‘cause you’ve got fine written all over you.  ”

“ tell me,  do you believe in love at first sight?  or should i walk by you again?  ”

“ it’s a good thing i have my library card ‘cause i’m checkin’ you out.  ” 

“  i was feeling a little off today but you’ve turned me on again.  ”

“  any chance you have an extra heart? mine’s been stolen.  ”

“  they say nothing lasts forever so— wanna be my nothing? ”

“  could you help me?  i think there’s something wrong with my phone.  see,  it doesn’t have your number in it.  ”

“  someone better call god.  looks like he’s missing his prettiest angel.  ”

“  you must be so exhausted from running through my mind all night.  ”

“  did the sun just come out? oh no,  that’s just your smile.  ”

“  if you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.  ”

“  i was wondering if you’re an artist because you’re definitely drawing me in.  ”

“  would you help me hold this it’s really heavy— ”  *offers out hand*

“  you know.  that does look good on you.  but i think it’d look better on my floor.  ”

SINCERE 

“  you’re the most captivating person i’ve ever met.  ”

“  i dunno what it is about you…you just.  you’re like a sun.  you make everything so warm and bright.  ” 

“  i swear you have the most beautiful smile i’ve ever seen.  ”

“  i swear you have the most handsome smile i’ve ever seen.  ”

“  you’ve never looked more ravishing.  ”

“  is that a new dress?  i like it.  looks wonderful on you.  ”

“  is that a new suit?  i like it.  looks wonderful on you.  ”

“  i like it when you wear that.  ”

“  here,  i got you some flowers.  your favorites.  ”

“  wow—  that is definitely your color.  ”

“  are you sure you’re not hiding wings and a halo around here somewhere?  ”

“  i don’t think there’s a person in the world who compares to you.  ”

“  you have my full attention.  you always do.  ” 

“ don’t you know?  i’ll always come when you call.  ”

“  i’ll be waiting.  when you’re ready to admit you want me.  ”

“  sorry— i don’t mean to stare.  you just look…radiant.  ”

“  come on,  just one drink?  ”

“  tell me,  your perfect date.  anything you’d like.  nothing out of the question.  i’ll do it. i’ll make it a night you never forget.  ”

“  if you give me a chance,  i’ll treat you the way you’ve always deserved.  ”

“  if you let me hold your heart i promise to be gentle with it.  ”

“  see that’s the problem,  you’ve already got my heart.  i just hope i get to have yours too.  ”

“  oh,  i’ll always be waiting for you.  ”

“  i just feel drawn to you.  can’t really explain it.  ”

“  why do you keep looking at me like that?  ”

“  i just like watching you.  ”

“  you get this little dimple when you smile.  sometimes i just want to kiss it.  ”

“  stop being so cute it’s fucking distracting.  ”

“  surely you must know what you do to me.  ”

“  if you don’t quit looking at me like that i’m not gonna be able to keep my hands to myself.  or my lips for that matter. ”

“   i’m not gonna sit here and play games to figure out what you desire.  tell me everything you wish the people who lost you had noticed.  then give me a chance to be the one who remembers it all.  ”

“  you’re just too adorable i can’t stand it.  ”

“  oh,  the things i’d do with you… ”

“  well,  are you gonna make the first move or shall i? ”

“  i like beautiful things.  maybe that’s why i like you so much.  ”

“  careful,  you keep this up i might just fall in love with you.  ”

“  i’ll never get tired of seeing that smile.  ”

“  i’d do anything just to make you laugh like that again.  ”

“  trust me.  the way i feel about you is like nothing i’ve ever felt before.  ”

“  i don’t want to make you mine. i want to be yours.  i already am.  just a matter of whether or not you’ll keep me.  ”

“   no— don’t look at me like that.  you know i can’t resist it.  ”

“  did you wear that just for me?  ”

“  i wore it just for you!  ”

“  you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.  and so much more.  ”

#rp memes

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“Goodbye, Bilbo.”

#the hobbit #james nesbitt