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[conkers-thecosy]

*whispers* hi folks

Thank you so much for the lovely things said and the support with that silly anon post, you guys are genuinely lovely 💛

Tbh I had a snarky kid in my inbox yesterday and kicking off about the swears in my post tags, so it seems fairly likely that it was the same person.

I've blocked them though, and honestly the support from people who have left comments and reblogs and said all that nice stuff about my silly little writing made me want to cry wayyyyyyy more and for a much better reason.

So yeah. Thank you!

[asurrogateblog]

OKAY, here it is! this is an open-access folder for everyone who has already made a mclennon powerpoint or would like to read them. the first principle of academia is collaborative knowledge-building and I think we can all agree this is a very academic topic.

@franklyimissparis @rage-in-eden @camibispace you have all mentioned your own presentations, so feel free to drop them in if you would like to (and anyone else!)

[fantasyinallforms]

20 + Bagginshield for the kissy prompt? 💕

Thank you for the Prompt! @camibispace! I hope you enjoy this kissing scars drabble!

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Scars to dwarves are like trophies. Great symbols of triumph and fortitude, and any dwarf that made it past 180 was likely to have their share of them. Thorin had more than most. His scars were memories of his trials, and not all of them were in battle. Many he had gained from working in the villages of men for over 40 years. Men who treated him like a greedy beggar. Who did everything they could to steal and cheat him until the only way to save his money was to sleep in the streets. He had wrapped so many stab wounds and cuts on his own body that he could put Oin’s work to shame. So unlike his kin, he did not appreciate or even like his scars. They were a sign of how low he had been forced to sink. 

Those days of working like a dog for scraps were over. Never again would he need to lower himself to that kind of work. He lay on his opulent bed, king under the mountain, with his lovely half-naked hobbit consort curled lazily over his chest. Bilbo was tracing his tattoos as he normally did as they enjoyed the afterglow of an evening well spent. This time, however, his fingers seemed to wander away from the dark inked marks on his body and to the darker shadows of former wounds. 

“How did you get these here?” Bilbo smoothed his fingers over the many raised lines on his arm.

“Men.” The answer seemed apt enough for him, but Bilbo frowned. 

“And what about these?” His hands ran over the three slashes on his chest, marked clearly by the lack of hair on his otherwise furry chest. 

“Men.” was his answer again. Bilbo’s frown deepened, and Thorin didn't like the look of it. He rolled them over until Bilbo was under him, his curious hands pinned above his head. Bilbo would not be swayed from his line of questioning. Ever his curious hobbit.

“Y-you never really talk about, ahhh, your scars. I know others -” Another moan escaped him as Thorin doubled down on the soft skin of Bilbo’s neck. “Thorin, please let me speak.” Bilbo struggled under him, and he let go immediately. He sat up looking very flushed, with several new dark spots forming where his lips had just been. “Thank you. I mean to say that I notice others take great pride in showing off their scars. You couldn't get Kili to put a shirt on for months after he healed. You, however, are never without one. Not even when you’re burning up in the forge. Not unless we’re here. As special as I feel that I’m the only one who gets to see that part of you, I have to wonder why?” There was sincerity in Bilbo’s voice, and it was endearing. He reached up to run his hands through those tawny curls and sighed. 

“Because I’m ashamed of them. Others earned their scars in glorious deeds, perhaps even stupid ones, but not me. I couldn't even properly fight back against most of my assailants. Not if I wanted to make any money. These are symbols of how low I had to fall in the name of my people. They’re ugly reminders.” Thorin felt the sudden need to cover himself and grabbed for the blanket, but Bilbo would have none of it. There was a look of fierceness in his eyes. Then, to his shock, Bilbo leaned him back and started kissing along the scars on his chest. He took his time. Each kiss was feather light but sure as stone. When he was done with one scar, he moved on to the next, leaving Thorin nearly gasping for air out of love and lust but also an acceptance he didn't think he deserved until this moment. When he caught his breath again, he cradled Bilbo’s head in his hands. 

“It’s my turn to show appreciation.” He kissed the scar that ran from Bilbo’s cheek all the way under his jaw. The physical manifestation of what Bilbo had been willing to give up when he threw himself into Azog only to be swatted away. He kissed every inch of that beautiful mark in the same manner that Bilbo had done his. 

“What a pair we make.” Bilbo breathed.     

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Fun kissing prompt game to be found here!

[lola-theshowgrl]

9 People Tag

I was tagged by the fabulous @doublegoblin but I was also tagged last weekend by the lovely @abliafina-18782and @lordoftherazzles and then I forgot to actually do it, haha 😅

I'm gonna taaaag: @e132020 @skymeria @somewhat-exhausted @camibispace @its-atlass @ovenstavern @wisterioak @pandoraashes @allthetrinkets @trashandflowercrowns 💛

Last song: Half Light - BANNERS

Last movie: Dead Poet's Society

Currently watching: Disclosure

Currently reading: North & South - Elizabeth Gaskell

Currently craving: Falafel & tahini

Last thing you researched for writing purposes: Thalassophobia - heck of a trip, let me tell you!

[smoking-old-toby]

@camibispace here are some fics where bilbo is the only one who doesn't know thorin is in love with him

Safe and Distant by Lindzzz

so many beautiful reasons by starr_falling

A Glittering Abyss by Salvia_G

Previous Engagements by Lunarflare14

a tale of ivory table cloth and ruined weddings by Imagined, rottingflower, Scarlett_Ribbons

thorin: i have excellent news, everyone. bilbo and i are to be wed!

*cheering and jeering from the rest of the company*

bilbo: wed? wed... as in wedding? as in married?

*confused dwarf noises from the company*

[conkers-thecosy]

15 people, 15 questions

I was not tagged by @lingeringmirth but it looked fun, so here we are! 😁 (Sorry, hope you don't mind, haha) Are you named after anyone? A character from a book, but honestly a rather dull character. No one uses my actual legal name anyway, except for mother dearest.

When was the last time you cried? Two days ago.

Do you have kids? I don't, no.

What sports do you play/have played? Swimming, tennis, show jumping, archery, and for a while I did fencing, but I was very bad at it because I apologised every time I scored a touch.

Do you use sarcasm? Not well, no. I try to avoid it because folks can't always tell when I'm joking.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they smile back or not.

What's your eye colour? Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, always.

Any talents? I'm a fairly good cook! I have a knack for replicating food I've eaten without the use of a recipe, which is handy!

Where were you born? Hampshire.

What are your hobbies? Writing, gardening, and crafts. I like making things, putting my energy into creating and having something lovely at the end!

Do you have any pets? I do! I have a spaniel called Wilfred. He's 3.5 years old, and he came to live with me about 2 years ago.

How tall are you? 5'2"

Favourite subjects at school? English lit, and art.

Dream job? Lesbian trophy wife. Seriously though, I don't have one. I just wish I had funds enough to live comfortably so that I could dedicate my time to looking after the people around me and creating stuff.

Non-obligatory tags for: @hobbityalse @welcometothevoidmychild @wisterioak @smolestboop @camibispace @rachelillustrates @skymeria @may-darling @e132020 @sunnyrosewritesstuff @fantasyinallforms @michaelnormalfrompennsylvania @thatfancygirlinblack @swanfan17 and anyone else who wants to have a go!