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10. Choose three characters. What jobs would they have if they lived in our time?

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I'm so bad at it 😆 especially with JOBS, but I'll try.

We can keep Arondir's storyline about a farmer turned soldier, I think.

Then we have Celebrimbor, who's working with some cutting-edge technology trying to make it as useful for the humanity as possible.

Who's next? Probably Elrond, and I don't want him to be a politician, no, he's a journalist and a very influencial one at that.

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POV: first age and feanorians heard you have a shiny stone

Oops

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dont peek much, its their wedding shot

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Reading https://archiveofourown.org/works/59856028 made me do things and im forever thankful for it @the-lefuet-blog

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Okay, they are not in English, but I want my silvergifting fics to be here

Гроза / Thunderstorm

Ранее утро / Early Morning

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I need to see celebrimbor covered in blood and hanging like a banner

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dear.

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stabbing is a love language

detail:

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ugghhhhh trying to draw portraits of these two to get signed in October but Matthew is too pretty to draw, I don't know if it's the reference picture or what. I'm really happy how Skeet's turned out :)

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OHDH Deleted Scene

So, there was a line in the latest IWTV episode (spoilers for 2x06 at the link) that reminded of something OHDH related, so I thought I would share a small deleted scene, because despite having not written anything since March, I do miss this ship a hell of a lot 😭 I am still working on my OHDH moodboards as well btw, I'm just taking my sweet time.

Anyway...Louis saying "You can read 'em while I fuck you" got me thinking about chapter 19 of OHDH, when Horacio and Javier are in Madrid.

The final draft only briefly mentions Horacio reading Lorca's poems aloud to Javier. However, there was an earlier draft that, er, expanded on them reading aloud to each other, and now I'm slightly regretting not keeping it in 😂

I'll put it below the cut and give a smut warning for oral sex and cockwarming (and unpolished editing, because deleted scene lol, although some lines did make the final cut):

It was doubtful if many people actually slept during siesta these days. But it did mean some shops and businesses closed for a few hours, and a general hush would fall over the city, just in case anyone was taking a nap.

Sometimes, they would read on the balcony or watch TV. Other times they would lie on the bed next to an oscillating fan, even if they didn’t sleep. But one thing would often lead to another, with the few items of clothing they were wearing soon tossed to the floor. They were already hot and sweaty anyway, might as well fully commit or continue in the shower if the heat was too much.

Not that they had jobs to get back to, but there was something incredibly indulgent about setting aside time in the middle of the day for sex. It couldn’t have been further from their previous lives, where time was something they never had enough of together. But here, they could drag it out as long as they liked, teasing and bringing each other to the edge over and over.

Occasionally, one of them would resume reading whilst the other took him in his mouth and held him there, just like Javier had imagined that night in Laredo, whilst on his knees on the floor of his childhood bedroom.

This time, Javier held the throbbing heat of Horacio’s cock gently between his lips, his hands secured on the meat of Horacio’s thighs and his knees cushioned by a pillow.

Horacio reclined comfortably in an armchair facing away from the open balcony doors. Even if someone was nosing in, which was unlikely, the back of the chair blocked the view of what was happening behind it.

He held his poetry book – the one Javier gifted to him, naturally – in one hand whilst the other stroked through Javier’s hair. They had been like this for 20 minutes or so already, neither keen to end it yet. Both content to stay connected like this for as long as possible, now that they had all the time in the world.

The first couple of times they’d done this, the sensation was too overwhelming to last long. But deep breaths and reading seemed to be the key. Each time Javier adjusted his jaw or made contact with his tongue, Horacio would focus on one verse of a poem. Line by line and word by word until he was more in control.

Now though, Horacio’s mind drifted to last Christmas Eve. To the way Javier watched him read. And the way he asked Horacio to read to him. As he turned the page to a Lorca poem, one of their favourites, an idea came to him.

Horacio began to read aloud in his first language once again. He was no more than a line in when he felt Javier shudder, triggering a chain reaction that made Horacio stutter over his words.

He tightened his fingers in Javier’s hair at the same time as the cold metal of a cross pressed against his inner thigh. Deep breaths were required before he continued, his aim being to at least finish the poem before he gave in. Because it was as relaxing as it was arousing, intimate as much as it was erotic, and the perfect way to spend downtime gifted to them by the city that once kept them apart.

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i rly can’t draw digitalllyybfjxusiei

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I didn't post this janky doodle???

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fuuuuckkk that's the funniest thing i ever drew it felt like art school assignment that's supposed to show how not only facial features and body type reflect the character

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it's fun to think that kim and jimmy known each other for MANY years at by the moment when we first see them. i bet they share a lot of stories from the mailroom era and later!