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my brother in christ, I want you to be so fucking real right now

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I’m in my annual LOTR/THE HOBBIT marathon mood, It's been a long time since I last drew these two.

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thinking about going on ao3 again... does anyone perhaps have any good bagginshield fic recommendations... :))

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“Are you with us, Thorin, son of Thrain?”

Bilbo's breath caught in his throat as he waited, the silence growing heavier still.

Two soft knocks echoed through the chamber.

Elrond nodded, his expression unwavering. “Will you speak through me to your dear friend who wishes to make contact?”

There was a pause, then two firm knocks, louder than the first, resounded through the room. Bilbo's eyes widened slightly in surprise—Thorin had never been fond of elves. Yet here he was, agreeing to use one as his vessel.

Elrond took a deep breath. “Then I offer you a contract, Thorin, as long as your intentions are pure. I give you permission to voice your words through me. Now.”

A long silence followed, a chill settling into the room. Bilbo shivered as a cold breeze brushed against him, making the hairs on his arms stand on end.

He felt a sudden squeeze from Elrond's hands. After another awkward heartbeat of silence, Elrond's lips quirked into a lopsided smirk—an expression that Bilbo had never seen on the elf before. It was startlingly familiar, unmistakably Thorin’s. Bilbo gasped, his heart skipping a beat.

“Hello, burglar…”

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I kept forgetting to post this [October 2024]

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He was just trying to fumble his way out of a particularly awkward conversation about Bush’s policies on the Cuban blockade, when he saw him. He looked up, and down, and up again, and his heart attempted to run out of his mouth. He was well over six feet, all over strong and broad in a mouth-watering way. In his cream-coloured trousers and shirt (the button-up line embroidered with golden flowers that caught the light like fallen stars) he moved with the confidence of someone who had never questioned his place in the world. His long black hair, gathered in loose waves past his shoulders, marked him as someone who made his own rules about masculinity, and had the confidence to make others accept them without question.

He moved to the bar, gold chain glinting against dark skin and darker chest fur as he leaned forward to place his order. The bartender, who had seen every type of show-off and pretender in his twenty years serving drinks, found himself pouring top-shelf without being asked. Some people just commanded that kind of respect without a word. Bilbo was captivated by the bob of his throat as he downed the sparkling glass of rum, neat in his hand.

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If you are looking for a crazy Modern AU to read on Halloween, look no further.

It’s got salsa dancing, akward flirting, language barrier, references to Tim Burton and Pedro Almodóvar, and the last chapter will have a funny/hot Kinktober prompt.

Collaboration between @shantismurf and @lisellelascelles for @mordellestories ‘s birthday

Video examples of M/M Latin dancing after the break

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I was trying to find a video of two men dancing salsa and that is the best that I could find that was easily shareable on Tumblr… and the guy in the right is wearing white striped slacks. Otherwise none look like my HC of B/T in this.

Here’s two women dancing together with a good size difference:

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Ok. I found another interesting one… it’s bachata not salsa but a good example. Of course it’s possible for two men to dance together (another matter altogether is where and when), but the issue of who leads and who is led is quite thorny… as far as I know (I have no idea about dancing, and in fact, I do hate it) these two professional dancers have found a way for two men to dance which they call the rolerotation technique.

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it’s fucked up that I have to do things like have dinner and take a shower and laundry instead of losing my mind rocking back and forth curled into a corner like a dead spider about Thorin and Bilbo. fucked up. fucked up world

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MORE MODERN AU!!! interview about the book

I wanted to make this AU a slow burn but Im empty with ideas, so, you are free to make requests (about lotr/hobbit or anything else)

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Next chapter is up!

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So cute!!!

@flashfictionfridayofficial has offered a reference to the classic line, "It was a dark and stormy night" for us this week. I was inspired by this lovely ad shared by my dear friend @lisellelascelles yesterday. I looked up the origin of the line and this story wrote itself!

Thank you @lucigoo for your tireless support and encouragement! 🥰

[#FFF276 Dark and Stormy Night]

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Bedtime Story

A/N - “London” has been discreetly shifted to “Lindon” in the excerpt below, to place this story in Middle-earth. Let's all pretend Lindon is a bustling metropolis, hmm?

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"It was a dark, and stormy night;"

Bilbo sighed happily. His eyes fluttered shut as a peaceful wave of relaxation swept through him. His shoulders melted into the cushion that had been tucked under him so tenderly.

“the rain fell in torrents—”

Gentle fingers drifted idly over the crown of his head, sending tingles sparkling happily down his spine. As the warmth of the firm thighs under his cheek seeped into his skin, the blissful domesticity of the moment made his chest squeeze pleasantly. This was his absolute favorite thing.

“except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Lindon that our scene lies),“

The soothing cadence drifted over him, flowing through without really being attended as he was rather distracted by the fingertip tracing the upper curve of his ear, dipping into the pointed tip and dragging along the other side.

“rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”

A tiny frown marred his brow as he tried to parse out that line of text, but as the honeyed voice rolled on in its quiet tones he settled further into his comfortable position and let the soporific sound sink into his skin.

“Through one of the obscurest quarters of Lindon, and among haunts little loved by the gentlemen of the police, a man, evidently of the lowest orders, was wending his solitary way. “

His eyes flicked open, frown deepening. He darted a glance up at his bedmate, who was holding a suspiciously bland expression on his bearded face as his gaze remained fixed on the somewhat dusty linen-bound book in his hand. The warm light of the bedside lamp cut across his features, sharpening his nose (if that was even possible) and glinting in the silver of his hair.

“He stopped twice or thrice at different shops and houses of a description correspondent with the appearance of the quartier in which they were situated,”

“What in the world are you reading?” Bilbo couldn't take it any more. He'd never heard such drivel.

Eyes gleaming with humor over their wire rimmed spectacles and decidedly not looking down at the hobbit in his lap, Thorin was unable to keep the laughter from rattling through his velvet voice as he continued,

“-and tended inquiry for some article on another which did not seem easily to be met with.”

“Alright, that's it!” Bilbo rolled over quickly and mercilessly dug his fingers into the soft rolls above Thorin’s hips, where he was especially ticklish. The former dwarf king curled up into a ball and laughed helplessly, book sliding out of nerveless fingers and utterly forgotten.

“Just see if I ever let you pick the book we read again!”

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–Excerpt from the 1830 book “Paul Clifford” by Sir Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton, which inspired the long-standing trope of the absolute worst starting line to a story, ever. Seems like he wasn't content to leave the banal hyperbole to just the starting line 😅

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“Now where did Thorin go?”

While on break from pages, I doodled a wandering Bilbo! Based of @tosquinha adorable illustration I found today! :)

Stay tuned.

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“It appears we’ve lost the hobbit. Again.”

And here’s a Thorin to go with the Wandering Bilbo I drew before based off of the cute illustration drawn by @tosquinha. :)

Stay tuned.

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Seems like I might be headed straight into another manic episode. I’m not usually this productive….

Yep… another goddamn bagginshield fic.

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