Grima

( In which insane!Mouth meets Erendis and is filled up with woeCollapse )



( In which an attempt to make Mouth return to his usual self fails and Grima experiences guilt and bad ideas.Collapse )

( In which Mouth has another go at GrimaCollapse )


( In which Grima is scum and Erendis has a nasty dream and requires medical attention. Bonding with Thorondir also occursCollapse )



( In which nothing relating to Mouth and simply Gwathren stealing Ioreth's bed occursCollapse )

( In which Grima kills the last of the Mouth clones and returns to kill the original, but is dissuaded by guiltCollapse )

"Used to be a better man".

Gah.


( In which Mouth goes flipping nutsCollapse )



( In which Grima learns how NOT to lecture Mouth. Grima wishes at this point to tell us how very violated he feels and he really wishes Mouth would stop molesting/having sex with him. Oh, and he's mistaken for SauronCollapse )


I feel so incredibly dirty.

I have just one question.

One.

Why is it whenever I start lecturing/fighting/yelling at Mouth, he makes a go at my virtue? It's getting disturbing, mon.


( In which Grima interrogates Mouth clones and commences the culling after a near-molestationCollapse )



( In which Grima is a nice husband and says nice things, and Erendis explains current fit of being kind to ThorondirCollapse )


( In which the real Mouth is in a closet and Quorin...is not currently deadCollapse )

Uh. To those who have wondered where I went.

Thorondir: *hides*

Galmod: *uses ferret-smell-o-vision*

Grima: *fluffs*

Galmod: *bites Thorondir*

Thorondir: *kicks Galmod into Grima and hides some more*

Galmod: O_O ::Ferret!Wrath::

Grima: FSST

Galmod: Squeak

Grima: *eyes Galmod*

Galmod: [SON!]

Grima: [Did I inhale what you were smoking again?]

Galmod: [I wasn't smoking. I was just drinking and then boom. Beer bottle suddenly bigger]

Grima: [My wife thinks I'm a scarf.]

Galmod:[No one will sell give me alcohol] ;_;

Grima: [let's go invade a liquor store. They cannot defend against us]

Galmod: [That...sounds like plan]

I'm normal again.

And...somewhere in the woods. I know I had pants when this started

well. Catch something that bleeds and bring it home for Erendis.

I have nothing witty to say. I am hungover and ferrets have no alcohol tolerance, mon. One bee--oh go away. I want aspirin and something dead.

Don't ask how we got the caps off. ~picks bits of store-owner out of his teeth and stalks off~

There's a maia in my the lab.

I do not approve, mon.

This guy managed to figure me out back then?


Obviously more shame is to be attached to my past, mon.

~lights cigarette~ I was busy today.


Okay. Trying out my new camera.



Erendis posing nicely. Having focus problems.


Blondes obviously overrated, mon.

( A riotous menagerie of labrats. IE I had a lot of film and no one ran fast enoughCollapse )

My dreadlocks smell of hobbit. Winged hobbit. Singed winged hobbit. Singed bleeding from multiple wounds winged hobbit.

I'm getting my kids declawed and muzzled. ~coughs out some smoke~

Trotter! Clean.

Sure, the rest of the lab is being busy with pedophilia and gender-change, so I've been quietly going around with my life. You know, tending to my children, spending time with my wife, being all nuclear.


I am a model of family values, mon.

Scuse me, Javier just set fire to the drapes. BAD! LOOK AWAY WHEN YOU SNEEZE

Me and Erendis wedding anniversary was a week or so ago, but as she said in her post we were a bit busy.


I would like to point out I have managed to stay happily married a year and she's only had to break my elbows once.

I feel proud, mon.