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[fantasyinallforms]

I want to say thank you to @mysandwichranaway for this absolutely stunning and jaw dropping commission. It genuinely blew away all of my expectations. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. This piece was commissioned for my bagginshield fic Sparks & Gardens. Here is an excerpt of what this scene was commissioned for.

“Bofur! Turns out I needed a second bag of the potting soil after all! I think I’ll just buy the 50-pound bag if I can manage to get it home!” Thorin resisted the urge to look behind him as he felt Bilbo walk by him and around to the back of the shop. He failed to resist the urge again when Bilbo came back around the corner, struggling to carry a large bag of potting soil. It wasn't so much that it was too heavy for the man but more that Bilbo wasn’t a very big man, so the bag was incredibly cumbersome. It was an almost comical sight, and Thorin couldn't help but cheer his determination.  Soon, however, Bilbo’s tenuous grip on the bag faltered, and it started to slip from his arms. Thorin reflexively caught the bag before it could take the smaller man with it. He easily hoisted the bag onto his shoulder and used his other hand to steady Mr. Baggins.  “I’m so sorry about that. Thank you very mu- Thorin?” Bilbo’s face split into a genuine smile of recognition. “I didn't realise you were a patron of this shop?” There was that cute smile again. Thorin cleared his throat. “I’m not; Fili works for the owner as a runner. I was dropping him off,” he explained. Bilbo’s smile wavered a little, but he recovered quickly.  “Well, It would seem I was quite lucky you were here,” Bilbo beamed.  “How exactly did you plan on getting this home?” Thorin asked, “I had intended to see if I could carry it, but if I couldn't, I was going to hire a runner and a cart.” Bilbo didn't quite meet his eyes, and he realised now why his news of Fili had been so strained. It would be Fili pulling that cart. It warmed Thorin’s heart a little to see Bilbo seem so genuinely apologetic, so the next sentence left him almost involuntarily.  “Let me carry it home for you.” Bilbo's eyes shot up, and a smile passed over his face before it was clouded by worry.              “That’s very kind of you, but are you sure you're okay too? It’s been a week since your ribs took a beating. I’ve broken a rib or two before. Surely your doctor said no heavy lifting!” Bilbo moved like he would try to take the bag back, but Thorin moved, so it was slightly out of reach. Thorin raised his eyebrow in curiosity.  “50 lbs is hardly heavy lifting to me, Master Baggins. You can always tell me the story of how you managed to break a rib while we walk if you want to help pass the time.” Thorin gave a satisfied smile as Bilbo's face flushed.

[oops-it-happened-again]

Peer Pressure - Art

For my fic Peer Pressure (Ao3 ⎮ Tumblr), the amazing @mysandwichranaway made this beautiful art!

It's a Modern AU story featuring my darling virgin boy Osferth! <3 (Who doesn't stay a virgin for long :P)

Please give my friend Sandwich a follow. Commissions are also always welcome! <3

@errruvande you wanted to see this when it's done, right?

Uncropped version under the cut

[alectoperdita]

18 for the put that guy in a situation asks??

From Put That Guy in a Situation(TM) Ask Game

18. Possession/Mind control

content warning: implied non-con at the end

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Jounouchi was quiet. Eerily so.

The only time Kaiba had seen the deadbeat shut his trap for this long, it was when his breathing stopped after Ra struck him. But Jounouchi remained upright, rigid as stone, his eyes wide open but distant and glazed.

The expression reminded Kaiba of another incident, the one at the docks involving chains, bombs, a hostage with a cyanide pill clenched between her teeth, and supposed mind control.

Kaiba shifted, once again becoming aware of the heavy weight within his white-knuckled grip. The Millennium Rod—that was what Yugi called it. It was the very same trinket Malik had waved around throughout the Battle City finals.

All Kaiba knew was it was an eyesore, just like the gaudy piece his rival perpetually wore around his neck. Kaiba wanted nothing to do with it. He would've been content to continue to ignore its existence if it didn't keep turning up among his belongings like a bad penny.

He was anything but amused to open his office drawer and find it sitting inside. He returned it the same evening, threatening Yugi over the unfunny prank. The second time it turned up inside his briefcase, he walked out five minutes before his next meeting, went down to the Turtle Game Store, and basically chucked the Rod at Yugi's head. And the third time, after appearing on his bedside table after an uneasy night of tossing and turning, Kaiba was ready to commit murder.

Yugi claimed no responsibility for one second, before switching gears and babbling some nonsense about destiny and past lives. And whatever Kaiba might think of Yugi's delusions, he never took his rival for a liar. So Kaiba held onto it, reluctantly, and shoved it deep into a desk drawer to bury it.

At least it stopped actively haunting him afterward.

But his troubles didn't end there. No. More turned up in his office one early morning, as the sun barely peeked over the horizon to herald a new day. Kaiba had been driven from his bed by vague and amorphous dreams he couldn't put a name to, only to discover an intruder rummaging through his things.

"What are you doing here?" growled Kaiba, slamming the door behind him.

Swearing, Jounouchi jumped, swearing as he spun to face him. Of course, he was a shitty thief on top of being a third-rate duelist. Nor should it surprise Kaiba when he bared his teeth without a hint of shame and snarled, "Helping Yugi get back what's his!"

After issuing the bold declaration, he yanked his hand out of Kaiba's drawer and hefted the Millennium Rod into the air.

"You think I want that miserable trinket?" hissed Kaiba. His head pulsed. From a migraine. From sleep deprivation. From a gradually building rage. "I was this close to stapling it to his forehead so it can't leave him like his stupid Puzzle."

Jounouchi's eyes narrowed. "You're lying. Yugi might believe you, but I know better. You stole it!"

Stole—as if Kaiba ever needed to stoop so low. Kaiba wanted nothing more than to be rid of the nuisance—both the Rod and Jounouchi. But he'd be damned if he overlooked Jounouchi's trespassing.

"That's rich. Considering you're the one caught stealing red-handed. I'm calling the police. We'll see who they believe."

He crossed the room in a few long strides. He reached directly for the phone on his desk.

"Stop!" exclaimed Jounouchi.

Perhaps the fear of law enforcement sent him into a blind panic, because he took a swing at Kaiba with the Rod.

Kaiba caught it with his hand. The sharp blades protruding from the specter's head dug into his palm, threatening to break skin. Did Jounouchi know about the blade hidden within the shaft? Was that what he'd try next?

Pain bloomed in his head and radiated down the arm holding the rounded end of the Rod.

"Let go!" he roared.

The deadbeat dropped it like it was hot coal. "What the hell?"

Kaiba felt it too. Underneath the pain, an electric sensation zipped through him, scorching his nerve endings. It was neither pain nor pleasure.

"Shit, did you do that?" asked Jounouchi. "Can you use—"

"Shut up," ordered Kaiba.

Miraculously, Jounouchi did. His mouth immediately snapped shut with an audible click. He opened his mouth to try again.

Kaiba denied him. "Not another word out of you."

Jounouchi choked while his throat convulsed, trying to spit words without success. His eyes darted wildly, terror growing in their amber depths as they frantically searched Kaiba's face.

Jounouchi didn't fear him. He despised Kaiba. He insulted him. On nauseating occasions, Jounouchi even pitied him. But he had never been afraid of Kaiba.

Until now.

A heady rush shot straight to Kaiba's hind-brain. Suddenly, he understood why people took drugs. He rearranged his grip on the Rod and tapped Jounouchi's clavicles with a sharp wing.

"Here, I thought nothing'd ever stop your yapping," he laughed. "This just proves what you need is a shock collar."

Rage blanketed Jounouchi's face. Since he could no longer express it verbally, he resorted to other means. Somehow, Kaiba already knew his intentions before he moved a single muscle. And he put an end to it as swiftly with a single command.

"Stop."

Stop moving. Stop fighting. Stop defying Kaiba.

Jounouchi froze. His defiance drained like blood from a slaughtered cow. His expression slackened, his eyebrows and mouth unfurling. As if a light snuffed out, his eyes went as blank as his face.

Captivated, Kaiba had stared at him ever since. At first, he wondered if this was part of an extended prank. To trick him into believing the Rod's power and how he could wield it. But as the minutes ticked on, Jounouchi stayed rooted to his spot without an errant twitch of his muscles, breathing slowly but steadily as if in a trance.

Kaiba was so clear-headed. His headache had receded. What remained behind was a deep-rooted instinct, the knowledge to bend Jounouchi's will to his whim.

Speaking out loud wasn't necessary. But it gave him a rush to issue the command verbally. "Down."

Gracelessly, Jounouchi dropped to his knees. A pulse of something other than power rushed through Kaiba's veins.

"Look at me," he said as his breath grew ragged.

Jounouchi obediently tilted his face up. He held it at the perfect angle so the sun's rays, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighted his bleached locks, brown eyes, and full lips.

He was quiet, and the storm raging inside Kaiba's head for the recent weeks dissipated too.

Without releasing the Rod, Kaiba cupped Jounouchi's jaw, feeling the faint scruff of a hasty shave job. Jounouchi didn't fight him or try to throw off his touch. But he didn't lean into it either. Right now, he was no different from a doll, and dolls didn't react. They didn't want. They were merely expected to sit there and be pretty.

Kaiba pressed his thumb to the corner of Jounouchi's mouth, squeezing until it parted. Jounouchi's wet tongue grazed against his finger pad, warm but still.

He wanted him to suck. This time, Kaiba didn't have to speak aloud before he felt the answering wet suction. Jounouchi's lips closed tightly around his thumb, his cheeks hollowing as he obeyed.

Docile was an unexpectedly good look on Jounouchi. If nothing else, it was a rarity few people saw.

Before he knew it, his hand settled over his fly. His groin throbbed each time Jounouchi sucked. The rhythm was as regular and robotic as a toy, no stuttering and no mistakes.

Perfect.

Kaiba could have this and more—a secret desire not even he wanted to admit to himself. The forbidden fruit had fallen right at his feet. His sins were innumerable. His ledger ran red. So what was one more?

"Open."

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[conkers-thecosy]

26 and 29 for the soft asks???

Hi sweetpea!!

Thanks so much for sending these!

26. What movie would you want to live in?

I'm going back to my previous answer as an off-screen hobbit that nothing bad ever happens to! 😂

29. Morning, afternoon or night?

Oh, this is tough! Depends on the day? Evening on weekdays, morning on Sundays, and anytime on Saturdays!

Thanks for playing!! Have a great day!

[fishfingersandscarves]

Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨

[storybookprincess]

look!! i don't think i ever posted this one, or put it anywhere, to be honest. I truly don't even remember doing it!! but i hope it can somehow make you feel better :)

WTF WTF AN ORIGINAL NEVER BEFORE SEEN LEON MYSANDWICHRANAWAY LEOPIKA ART OMG MY SPIRITS ARE LIFTED!!!!!!!!

[mithrilhearts]

fuck thy neighbor for the ask me about my wips things!!!! PLEASE I'M BEGGING

YES, HELLO SANDY, MY BELOVED 🥪

I actually have some shit done for this fic yay, so I am going to share a snippet from the next chapter, hopefully that will suffice!!

Check out "Fuck Thy Neighbor", an update should be coming soon, methinks!

It took two whole seconds, the two of them locking eyes before the front door slammed shut, and hard. It was enough to make Bilbo flinch before blinking rapidly at that wooden door in front of him. The redness on his cheeks was morphing from embarrassment to agitation as a few seconds ticked by. After those few moments, the door clicked and began to creep open. Bilbo lifted his gaze, and caught sight of those sinfully blue eyes staring back at him before Thorin’s full frame came into view. The guy looked pale as a sheet, and there was something shaky about him, but it wasn’t for Bilbo to comment on. He was just stuck standing there under the blue-eyed menace’s gaze. Clearing his throat, Bilbo inched his hands forward, his palms sweaty around that tin pie pan as he forced his lips upwards. It was the type of smile that was reserved for uncomfortable family get-togethers. “Well, that’ll be the second time something’s slammed between us and ended up awkward.” The words had flown out without much forethought, but oozing with the same type of false niceties that he’d normally give Lobelia. The way Thorin’s brows furrowed, and his overall expression darkened spurred something in Bilbo. Something unpleasant.

ask me about my wips!

[bongkillua]

19 and 20 for the weirdly specific and unrelated asks??

19. the veggie you dislike the most?

im honestly a pretty big veggie enjoyer bc i actually know how to cook vegetables but hmm im not the biggest fan of things like broccoli rabe and escarole unless theyre cooked with a shitton of garlic bc they tend to be too bitter. literally looking up a list of vegetables for this. i know theyre not veggies but im a raw tomato hater too.

20. favorite disney princess movie?

lmfao hold on i have to look up a list for this one too. umm first one that comes to mind is tangled i used to watch that one a lot growing up bc my sister liked it. i also like mulan a lot too bc um im transgender and also the soundtrack goes ballistic.

[bi-rising]

trick or treat!!!

you get.................................treat!

Happy Halloween!

[decembercamiecherries]

Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨

THANK YOU YOU'RE SO SWEET!!!

[lord-angelfish]

i'd go to the aquarium with you!!!

yES!!!!! i LOVE the aquarium i would absolutely love to have a playdate at the aquarium and see all the cool shit!!!

[oops-it-happened-again]

The Pretty Prince - Art

This beautiful sketch (it isn't really a sketch, is it?) was done by @mysandwichranaway who is my dear friend!

Isn't he glorious?

Vaguely linked to my fic The Pretty Prince on which I've gotten not 1 but 2 comments lately which mean EVERYTHING to me!

So, have some beautiful art by my beautiful friend! (Who does commissions for very reasonable prices! Just saying!)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

48 and fingon/maedhros for the kiss drabbles 🥺🥺🥺 pretty please??? I love you!!!!!

Warning: Yes, they are still half-cousins.

Russingon - out of habit

Sleepless, restless, hopeless, Fingon sat down wearily at the bare table to blindly thumb through correspondence he wouldn't read. He had brought his kinsman back, but it seemed that they had left more behind in their headlong flight than just a hand. Endless cycles of burning madness followed by sweet oblivion had left them both hollow and sore. Thus absorbed in his misery, Fingon didn't hear Maedhros approach until cool, dry lips were pressed against his temple. "Come to bed," a rough, faltering voice whispered. Fighting tears of gratitude, Fingon revelled in this tender act of habit, comfort, and hope.

I might have made this a litte sadder than intended, I hope you can forgive me!

Either way, thank you so much for this prompt! It means the world to me! <3

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Should I write the next chapter on one of my three major WIP’s? Absolutely! I’m I going to instead create an entirely new wip with new characters and new plot holes? Absolutely!

And with the help of the AMAZING @mysandwichranaway I bring you my Priest!Fili AU. (Seriously go check him out he’s wonderful)

In a world where Fili makes a deal with a powerful but long forgotten deity, he becomes high priest and worshiper of the goddess of chaos, lust and battle rage.

[arizonapoppy]

First of all, I *love* the sheer terror and unease embodied in the illustration!

And I think that their compromise was quite appropriate- ballads of the protagonist's epic deeds for a kiss! And spin the bottle is SUCH a dwarvish game. I love it.

Bravo!

Bottled Up

A/n: Aaand it’s here! :DDD I couldn’t be happier. 

The absolutely stunning art was brought to life by @mysandwichranaway​ Applause, guys, please - I will never forget how he saved the day and stepped up to collaborate with me, when I was absolutely discouraged. Thank you, my friend, you’re gorgeous!

Long story short, here’s our piece for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration 2022 project, that united so many talented, kind and creative people. @fellowshipofthefics​, you, guys, rock. 

Our prompt was “Musical Bards and Their Heroic Muses”. 

@i-did-not-mean-to​ You know, the night before I wrote it I dreamed I was writing it with you for 3-4 hours straight. So you can totally consider yourself a co-author and an inspiration

Also tagging as requested - @mismaeve (a new Lindir, my love!!!), @glassgulls @oenothera5 @noldorinpainter @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @eunoiaastralwings​ @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​ (may be, you will enjoy it)

Forgive me, if I forgot anyone. Ok, I shut up.

Bottled Up

“Spin that baby, laddie!” Bofur cheered happily.  

“I don’t want to kiss you,” Kili growled, pushing the bottle with one finger only, “Any of you, on that matter.”

“Why are you playing this, then?”

“There’s a lady among us,” reminded Kili with a wink.

You laughed, just happy to relax and leave the troubles you all had to live through in the back of your mind, if only for a while.

Keep reading

[mithrilhearts]

70 and 74 for the 'getting to know your writer' asks??

Sandy!!! Thank you!!!

70. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I answered this one already here!

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

Are there blueberries mentioned? Is there a headnod to another fic by "lordoftherazzles"? Do hazel eyes meet blues? That is how you'll know it's me lol

Get to know your fic writer!