#HAHAHA THIS ANON KNOWS WHAT I ~L I K E~ >8-D

[frodo-with-glasses]

Blanket, Frodo and Sam.

Blanket

Rosie often complained that Sam could sleep like a log through their baby crying.

But somehow, this always woke him up.

A scream, hoarse and distant, pierced into his dream and jolted him out of sleep. The room was dark, and the window curtains fluttered lazily on the nighttime breeze, and there was a beautiful head of curly red hair weighing down his shoulder. All seemed well. No dangers to be seen. But still, his heartbeat began to thump in his ears, and his breath was quickening. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Rosie stirred and breathed in deeply. “Sammy?” she mumbled into his shoulder, still not quite awake.

He brushed the red curls out of her eyes and kissed her forehead. “Sorry, darling,” he whispered. “Sorry. I’ll be back in just a moment.”

He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could and stumbled into the hall on groggy legs. The nightshirt didn’t do much to keep him warm in the chilly night air; even the floorboards felt cold under his feet.

There was a matchbox that they kept on the little shelf by the lantern, and after a bit of blind fumbling, he found and lit one match. The light of the little flame washed the hall in a faint red glow.

He’d just put the match to the wick when it happened again: the scream. Raw like the skin was being scraped off a body, thin like the wail of wraiths in the night, cold and sharp like claws sinking into his heart, and he grimaced. 

“Come on, come on!” he whispered into the lantern. Finally, enough wax had melted around the short black stub of a wick that it finally took the flame, and the moment the candle was burning, Sam hastily shook the match out, shut the door of the lantern, and took off running.

He didn’t even stop to knock, but burst down the door. “Mister Frodo!”

Frodo didn’t answer. His hand was at his own neck, clawing at the marks where the thin chain had been. He tried to suck in a breath, but his fingernails had dug into his own throat, and he just choked and shuddered, mouth open, unable to breathe.

He’ll suffocate himself! The thought hit him like a bolt of thunder, and he flew to his master’s side. “Mister Frodo!” He took Frodo’s arm and gently tried to pry it loose. “Mister Frodo, don’t, you mustn’t—”

“Stay back!” Frodo cried hoarsely. In a sudden flail of his limbs, he clocked Sam across the temple with the side of his hand—making him stagger back a step—and then got his legs tangled in his own rumpled bed-sheets and fell flat onto the mattress. He scrambled away, kicking at the restraints on his legs, until his face was pressed against the headboard like it was a wall of his prison, and there he cowered, breathing heavily and shaking like a leaf. “No, no, no no, you can’t have me, you can’t have it, no, no!” And then he dissolved into tears.

Sam rubbed his aching head and winced. He wasn’t sure if Frodo was sleep-talking, or awake in a state of delirium, but either way he knew he must pull him out of it.

He set the lantern atop a stack of books on the cluttered desk, and—keeping his hands in front of him where they could be seen, and his voice low, even as his aching heart felt like it’d burst with the effort—he said, “There now. It’s all right. I’ve not come to hurt you. It’s me, it’s Sam. It's your Sam.”

The hiccuping sobs began to quiet. Maybe it was working.

“You aren't there any longer, Mister Frodo,” Sam went on. “You’re home. You’re in Bag End, you’re safe.”

That last one was a little desperate, admittedly. Could he really say “you’re safe”, and be telling the truth too, if the Black Land could sink its claws into Frodo’s mind like this right here in his own bedroom? But he had to keep going.

“I’m here, sir.”

Frodo’s breathing was beginning to slow. Sam could see his spine through the nightshirt, rising and falling with each breath, and slowly his tense shoulders lowered and relaxed. Finally, he turned his head—and the lantern light glinted off the tear tracks on his face.

“Sam?” came the faint voice.

He smiled, even though it pained him. “That’s right. It’s Sam.”

“Is it really you?” he asked weakly.

There was a pair of eyeglasses folded on the side-table, and Sam picked them up and gently pressed them into Frodo’s hand. “There now. You can see for yourself.”

Frodo’s thin fingers were shaking. The pinkie on the right hand seemed to flail awkwardly without the finger next to it. But he managed to unfold the glasses and put them on his nose, and he lifted his head and blinked in the faint firelight.

At the sight of Sam’s face, his whole posture seemed to collapse in relief, and he slumped against the headboard. “It is you. Oh, Sam…I thought I was there, I thought they’d found me again, I thought…” He bit the back of his hand and doubled over, shaking, but no sound came out, as if he was holding it back out of shame.

Sam climbed onto the bed beside him, wrapped Frodo’s thin shoulders in his arms, and held him close, just like he had in the upper room of that tower a year and a lifetime ago. “It’s all right, Mister Frodo. It was only a dream.”

Hiccuping again, Frodo took off his glasses and leaned his forehead on Sam’s shoulder. After a moment, the nightshirt began to feel wet with tears.

Sam put his hand to the back of that curly blonde head to keep him upright and whispered, “You’re all right.”

Sam had some time to think while he sat there. He was worried about his master. It had been over a year since their Quest had ended, and yet this illness never seemed to leave him. He wondered if Strider or Lord Elrond or any of the Elves would know how to cure him. 

He wondered, darkly, if there even was a cure. 

Every wound had healed, every scar had closed—there was barely even a mark around the back of his neck anymore, where the chain had sat that held the Ring, and the white line on his shoulder had become small and shallow last he saw—but the wound in his mind seemed ever open and bleeding, and Sam didn’t know how to help him.

Frodo had become quiet by then. His breathing was no longer erratic, but even and slow, and when Sam craned his head to look, he saw that Frodo’s eyes were closed as if in sleep.

Poor dear. He seemed exhausted—not only by terror, and not only by weeping, but by a heaviness that lay on his spirit and wouldn’t go away.

Sam lowered him gently back to the pillow. Frodo didn’t stir. Sam pressed one hand into his master’s shoulder, heavy and comforting, and with the other he took the glasses from his loose fingers and laid them in their place on the side-table. 

He’d just slung his legs off the side of the bed when two thin hands suddenly gripped his arm.

“No!” 

Sam turned, surprised. “What’s the matter?”

As if suddenly ashamed, Frodo released his arm and rolled over, arms curled around himself. “Sorry,” he murmured, “I’m sorry.”

“What is it, Mister Frodo?”

“No, no.” He was shaking again, and his voice seemed strained, as if he was fighting tears. “Just go on. I know Rose is waiting. I’m sorry. Don’t pay any mind to a foolish, selfish old hobbit.”

Now that made Sam angry. Whatever this sickness was had done quite enough before it started insulting his master. He squeezed Frodo’s shoulder and bent over him to whisper fiercely, “Now don’t you say cruel things about yourself like that.” After a moment, he added more gently, “What do you need?”

Frodo’s entire body was trembling. He seemed to have trouble getting the words out. Eventually, in a small voice, he asked tremulously, “Could you stay? I’m…I’m afraid, Sam. I’m so afraid…”

Warmth and pain flooded Sam’s chest in equal measure. “Of course I will,” he said.

“But Rose—” came the weak protest.

“Rosie will understand. Won’t you make room for me?”

After a pause, almost reluctantly, Frodo moved to one side of the bed, and Sam crawled onto the other. It took some work to detangle them, but finally Sam straightened out the bed-clothes and draped them over himself and Frodo; there was the thin sheet, of course, and the stuffed comforter over that, but on top of them all was the quilted blanket that Rosie had made for in secret for Frodo’s birthday, and when he saw it, Sam had to smile.

With everything arranged, and the blankets over his knees, Sam lifted the lantern off the desk and blew out the flame. Darkness enveloped the room. Faintly beside him, he heard Frodo bite back a small noise.

“It’s all right. It’s nothing but good, clean nighttime. Look,” said Sam, pointing out the window, “the moon is out. His whole face, smiling down on us from among the stars. And the crickets; can you hear them?”

There was a long pause. “I can hear the crickets,” said Frodo.

Sam shuffled under the covers and pulled them up to his chin. “There weren’t no crickets out there in the dry and the rocks, were there, Mister Frodo? They know better than to sing when there’s danger about, and there always was, out there. But they must think we’re safe now, or they wouldn’t be singing, if you follow.” 

He found Frodo’s hand resting on the quilted blanket and held it securely, four fingers in his five. “And there’s my hand. That’s not so bad, now, is it?”

There was another long pause, but when Frodo spoke again, his voice was calmer. “No. No, it isn’t.”

Sam felt rather silly. He wasn’t sure all this talking was really helping; it just didn’t feel right to surrender the nighttime to silence.

But he soon felt much better about it, because Frodo moved forward and buried his head under Sam’s chin, holding tightly to his hand as if it was a tether to keep him from falling back into his dark dreams. Sam put his arm around him and held him close.

After a long moment, Frodo’s voice fluttered into the darkness again, near silent and quavering. “I’m glad you’re here, Sam.”

Sam sighed, long and low, and lowered his chin until his lips were meshed in tousled blonde curls. He pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “So am I.”

- - -

The creak of a door on its hinges pulled him out of his dream. He breathed in deeply and rolled his head on the pillow, but didn’t open his eyes right away. He could feel the warm touch of sunlight on his cheek, and hear the birds twittering outside, and feel the weight of a head of curly hair on his shoulder.

There was the sound of padded footsteps moving softly away. When he cracked an eye open, he was confused at the cluttered scenery for a moment until he realized where he was—Mr. Frodo’s room. There was the desk, and the stack of books, and the lantern, and the back of Rosie’s head as she moved to slip out the door, and the whole night came back to him in a flash.

Oh, pins and thistles! He’d promised to be back with her, before all this happened, and he wasn’t. Before she could make her escape, he found his voice—still hoarse with sleep—and croaked out, “Rosie.”

She turned, surprised, and held a finger to her lips. “Shh!” She hurried to his side of the bed and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Another bad one?”

“Mm.” He nodded, a low, sad noise in his throat, as he took her hand.

“Oh.” She looked with gentle pity at Frodo’s slumbering head on Sam’s shoulder.

He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, but occasionally he twitched or made a small, unhappy noise. Despite all Sam’s efforts, he couldn’t keep the dreams away, it would seem.

He frowned, turned his head to look up at Rosie, and squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t come back,” he whispered.

She shook her head with a sad smile. “It’s all right,” she whispered back. “I knew I’d find you here.”

Sam sighed. He was reluctant to move. Frodo was finally getting some proper rest, and if he tried to slip away, it would probably jostle and wake him. But there was the whole day ahead, and meals to make, and work to do in the garden, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t stay here forever.

He was still deciding what to do when he felt Rosie’s fingers smooth his hair back from his forehead.

“Stay with him,” she whispered. “I’ll get breakfast started.”

He turned, unable to keep the surprise off his face, and then it melted into warmth and adoration. She always knew just what he was thinking, didn’t she? Dearest, wonderful Rose. He reached up to brush her cheek with his thumb, and she smiled, leaning into his touch. “Thank you, love.” 

He lifted his chin. Taking the hint, she leaned down to meet him.

One long, sweet moment later, they parted. He was still gazing into her lovely hazel eyes as he pressed another two kisses to her soft knuckles. She held back a laugh and held her finger in front of her lips.

He grinned cheekily and winked. He could do far worse than that and still stay quiet, if he wanted, and she knew it full well.

After pretending to swat at his face—earning a low chuckle out of him—she pulled her knitted blanket over Frodo’s shoulder, turned, and tiptoed into the hall.

The door creaked shut behind her, and with that, Sam was left alone with the birdsong and his thoughts.

- - -

When Frodo finally woke up, it was to warm sunlight, and the sweet embracing aroma of fried eggs, bacon, toast, and oatmeal, and Sam almost dared to think he woke up smiling. 

- - -

WORD ASK GAME!

[franeridart]

Anon said: Are you still into krbk? I noticed you haven't draw them a lot recently (I don't mean to pressure you, I was just wondering)

I still very much am!!! but a convergence of unrelated happenings (my focus being unusually scattered, lack of general motivation, them not having interacted much in the manga lately, my having pulled out of the fandom a little for a bunch of reasons, having gotten into a lot of new things I want to make a lot of stuff for ??) had my output of stuff for them/inspiration related to them die down a lot ): I miss them though, I should fill a page with doodles of them one of these days... well, I haven’t drawn much in genereal lately, so maybe let’s start first with fixing that haha

Anon said: Fun Fact : In smash bros ultimate there are spirits with octopath traveler and they're in pairs and guess what ? Alfyn and Therion are together :3

I KNOW!!!!!! It makes me so emo I’m a bundle of feelings they’re soulmates I tell youuuuuuuuuuu ;;A;; (little inconsequential things making me a mess, what’s new xD) - another fun fact is that h’aanit and ophilia share one too!! and I ship them too!! and cyrus and tressa share one as well, and they’re my brother’s mains in his save! A series of delightful little coincidences haha

Anon said: Will you be drawing more Jujutsu Kaisen? I love your art sm and I would love to see more!!!!

Right now I feel like I want to spend the next ten years drawing these kids, so I sure hope so! But as I said my focus has been very scattered for the past three or so months, so I can’t promise anything ): let’s both enjoy it while it lasts haha

Anon said: You are my emotional support artist. I check back every once and a while and BOOM. Serotonin.

You’re too kind!!!! But thank you, I’m glad I can make you feel better! :D

Anon said: i'm super new to your art (and mha) and i just wanted to say your krbk stuff is just !!!!!!! it makes me so happy and makes my poor jaded heart feel something and it's just all around incredible!!!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you like my way of portraying the kids!!!!

Anon said: I’m about to cry I’ve spent an hour looking though your bnha tag for that lil comic where Kiri hugs Baku and. It. Sent. Me. Back. To. The. Top. I didn’t even get to finish reading it. I’m so upset. So. So. So. Upset.

(same) Anon said: OH MY GOSH IT KEEPS SENDING ME TO THE TOO I HATE MOBILE AND LOVE YOU I LVOE YOU BUT THIS WEBSITE IS K I L L I N G ME I JIST WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS AS KIRI ATTEMPTS TO HUG BAKUGOU BUT NOOOO, AN HOUR OF MY TIME ISNT ENOUGH SAYS THE TIME STEALER

(samesame) Anon said: I. Found the hug thing. On Pinterest. In. Five. Seconds. I hate life but also it was really cute. Thank you but seriously I hate this website

The saga hahaha sorry anon I couldn’t get to you before you went out of your mind trying to find it, I got the asks in the middle of the night! Glad you could find it, though I’m kinda sad you had to look on pinterest for it (...sad it is on pinterest at all tbh) here it is anyway, if this is the one you were talking about! you really went back in the years for this one huh

Anon said: So for that thing that you made a w h i l e ago where Bakugou ruffles Kirishima’s hair, right? So I imagine Kiri is like w h a t and calls over Mina or Denki or Sero or all of them or something like that and tells them and is freaking out and they’re like “he wasn’t in the right mindset, you know he sleeps at 8:32” and make a joke out of it as Kiri is freaking out. And Kiri is freaking out soooo much as they are crying laughing on the floor at Bakugou’s sleeping schedule.

hahaha I’m sure he must have freaked out on them at some point after that, and bakugou must have done the same (probably with jirou, less likely but more hilarious with todoroki or tokoyami haha) - though, the original idea came from a bigger one where the scene in the comic didn’t bring them anywhere closer to getting together (or figuring out they’re into each other, for the matter lmao idiots) maybe one day I’ll get back on that >:]

Anon said: In your comments, you said “at this point my hands will never forget” and I had a nozaki-kun memory float into my head, imagining him sick and trying to make his deadline xD yes muscle memory

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anon you have no idea how often I think about that hahaha yes, I say my hands won’t forget but we all know that’s exactly how it’ll end at some point lol

Anon said: dang this happens all the time like I follow someone for their bnha content and then like two months after following them I find out they used to make yowapeda content and im just sitting their like dang thats wild because bnha and yowapeda are like the only two animes I watch

ANON!!!! HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Always so nice to find other ywpd fans!!!!!!!! Sorry I’m not making art for it anymore (for now) but despite my sister insisting I read the manga already I’ve been putting it off......for years lol but it’s on my reading list!! So maybe I’ll get back on it at some point!

Anon said: FRAN!!!!!! i love ur art so much and im trying to buy ur products on redbubble and i geniunely cant decide what to get!!!!! i tired asking my friend but she doesnt know which one either hahahahhahah ig i just wanted to send this because i really appreciate u and u are very talented. im sending u lots of high vibrations and love❤️🧡

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! It means so much to me that you guys are still buying my stuff (TTATT) I should...........seriously update it..........gomen m(._.)m

Anon said:YES YES YEEES MORE ALFYON ON THE WAYYYYYY 💖💖💖💖💖 They're both the cutest really their ship is the beeest  Try reading some the alfyon fanfics if you have some time, they're really good ! The one i really recommend you is Crismonberries, blackberries by court_court on Ao3 !Your art is the best ever can't wait to see more octopath !!💖💖💖

Anon thank you SO MUCH for suggesting that fic to me I!!!!!!!!!!!! loved it so much I deep-dived into it and spent two straight days reading it it’s such a gem!!!!! ;;; bless you

Anon said: Have you watched Fullmetal Alchemist?

Hell yeah! Only Brotherhood though. I read the manga too tho!!

Anon said: Have you read Noragami? It’s one of my favourite manga, and the anime isn’t half bad either (still waiting for s3 tho lol) anyway it’s really good, concept-wise it’s similar to Soul Eater, I totally recommend

I watched the first season back when it aired! It’s not really my thing though ): feels a bit sad in that very specific way that always ends up just making me miserable as I keep reading............................... sorry

Anon said: I will never not be in love with your art. Everytime I'm feeling down and/or missing the boys I scroll through your krbk tag and it reminds me exactly of why I love them so much and I'm so thankful for that. Your brand of krbks is the one I love the most and honestly thank you so much for all your marvelous art of them and of other things as well because you art is just so pretty and I love seeing your ocs and other fandom art 💕💕💕

Anon I love you......................... ;;;;; thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me (oTT^TT)o<3

[mitaesoroo]

a to z 😤🤯

BAJDJXUCUDN ILY YK THAT 😭😩 oof let's seeeeee (also i was the anon who put R lol)

A- are you single?

yee 😀

B- birthday?

06-06-97 🤪

C- crush?

;-; nah

D- did u get ur first kiss?

n-no..

E- easiest person to talk to?

well on here 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

@canadian-honey @honey-piggy @kuromatoki @loveinbam @sagittariustigerfish @sanbuns @bananabeanz and moreeee :(

F- favorite song?

my bro i have aLOT but hmm ill put top 3

can u smile (remake) - infinite

sea - bts

born sinner - j.cole ft. fauntleroy

G- good at?

hahaha. nothing lol

H- hair color?

umm well i dyed it brown-red but my sister didn't do it right so its a mix between dark brownish red... oof

I- in love?

nah

J- jealous of?

hmm 🧐 nothing

K- known as?

NSJDJDJ IDK? yall tell me what im know as owo?

L- longest relationship?

-

M- middle name?

... i'll tell you that it starts with a Y

N- number?

6

O- one wish?

to love myself

P- person last texted?

@kuromatoki 🥺💕 soft hours : open 25/8

Q- question always asked?

what? — :] bc i never make sense tbh

R- reason to smile?

music, my online friends, my faves, and cats :D

S- song last listened to

boyfromthemoon - bloo

T- time you woke up?

uhhhh 12??? idk i forgot

U- 3 biggest wishes?

stick to what i started

live in a good home

to be happy

V- violent moment?

oof ngl my memory is shit but i don't think i've had a violent moment... does me getting a scar on my eyebrows bc my dumb brother accidentally made me lose balance on a scooter count 😬

W- worst fear?

fucking up i guess

X- ex you still liked after it was ended?

-

Y- your last hug?

i don't remember its beeen so long :c someone give me a hug pls

Z- zodiac sign?

~the ones i know are~

gemini - sun

cancer - moon

libra - rising

year of the ox