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✨🎉HAPPY FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION DAY!! 🥳💖

Do you usually write by hand, on your phone, or on a laptop/computer?

Aw thank you! Sorry I am answering this so late! 💕

I write on my phone normally then edit on my computer, but occassionally I do use my desktop to write!

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Why didn’t they just fly the eagles to Mordor? 

- chiefest and greatest of calamities

Oh DONT GET ME STARTED LMAO

If you want a real answer then:

1. The eagles do not answer to Gandalf. They are not a middle earth taxi service. They already did their job with watching over Melkor and they are now free agents. The only reason they helped Gandalf and his friends at all was because Gandalf helped them many years ago.

2. They are giant ass birds. Do you know the likelihood of them getting shot down or otherwise killed before they even get close to Mordor's volcano? Do you think an eagle can fight off Fellbeast all without dropping the small creatures on it's back and protecting them from harm?

Not to mention the ring itself corrupts those around it. The eagles are prideful creatures and the ring would use that against them very quickly. Hobbits were chosen for the ring because they prefer simple things in life and uncomplicated comforts over power and whatever the ring could offer them so it's more difficult and takes longer to corrupt them.

That's at least my understanding :)

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Hi, I just wanted to say your wip of Thorin and Bilbo getting married absolutely took my breath away!! The love in their eyes makes me want to cry. It’s SO BEAUTIFUL 😻 Also your dog AU with Bilbo as a cat is just **chefskiss** Anyway that’s all just so so so so beautiful ♥️♥️♥️

Thank you so much! I will be finishing the wedding image hopefully before the end of this month!

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one; HOLY SHIT I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR ART. two; i've been looking through your profile and DO YOU HAVE AN AO3 BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO SUBSCRIBE BECAUSE YOUR WRITING IS- I ASPIRE. TO WRITE LIKE THAT (also qjrjajfwofkak i'm on the verge of crying because of your writing now /pos and- agh.)

Aaa I come back on tumblr and read this 😭 that's so kind! My AO3 is WheezingCrow! I plan to update my fics very soon, I moved to a new city and so I haven't updated in 3 months! I'm so very happy you like my writing!!

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I still exist, been working on owed work but struggling due to ADHD meds being on a shortage. My doctor wants me to make an appt before I can get more, but doesn't pick up the phone, so this is very unfun for me rn.

On the flip side, the guy I like returns my feelings, so that's nice :)

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There and Back Yet Again - Chapter 18

Chapter 18 - Lake-town

Content warnings this chapter: None

Snippet:

        “Good.” Thorin hesitated for a long moment before the words burning his tongue stumbled out. “Will he fully recover?”

        Oin furrowed his brow. "No, Thorin. You know that as much as I do."

        Thorin's heart sank into his gut. He knew. Of course he knew, but he still hoped otherwise. "The biggest one is what I'm mighty worried about. Goes from his left shoulder to his right hip. Those orcs nearly split him in half." Oin shook his head, "He’s very lucky he still lives.”

        If only this could somehow be undone. “Is it truly that bad?” Thorin asked.

        “You saw Bilbo when his back was freshly slashed.”

        “There was so much blood-” He swallowed back the unsteadiness in his tone, “-It was difficult to tell.”

        The healer leaned forward, his voice lowering to a volume only Thorin and Balin could hear. “He’ll have intense scarring. It'll also take the better part of a year to heal full and proper, and he won't ever have the strength he did before. This is a permanent injury that will lame his shoulder. To what degree remains to be seen."

        Thorin’s shoulders dropped, his knee beginning to vibrate as he closed his eyes and breathed out heavy through his nose. "Is he asleep?"

        "Yes. He didn't wake when I dealt with his dressings."

        "...Will he wake up again?" Thorin pulled a hand down his face, pressing his lips together until they disappeared altogether. His mind was far too preoccupied in needing something to hold onto to worry about outward appearances at the moment.

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Omgggggg I can’t believe how amazing this has come out!! Check out this commission art by @wheezingcrow

In AU where Thorin and Bilbo are from two rival gangs. They fall in love, going from enemies to overs, engaging in a secret forbidden affair. But then family, obligation, pride are hard to ignore. Betrayal is too great and revenge is the dish best served cold. They’ve dig their own grave and now they lie in it…

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I have a question. Reposting, is that where we click the reblog button? Because if so I'm very sorry and I won't do it again.

Reblogging is perfectly fine! Reposting is when you download my art and upload it to other platforms without credit! :) You are 100% a-okay!

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hi!! i LOVE your art :-) just thiught id let you know that eyebrow piercings (such as your modern thorin) are placed towards the middle of the eyebrow, right before it ticks down. sorry if this is a weird criticism!!

Hello! Thank you for liking my art!

I'm actually fully aware of that, my dad has an eyebrow piercing! I just drew everything kinda quickly so I didn't worry about placement all that much aha it's certainly not the only mistake on that sketch ;) i'll try to be more mindful when it comes to lil things that that though.

Thanks for the advice! :)

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Modern AUs make me :))))

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WIP :]

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Cowboy AU

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Was talking in the Fellowship Of The Fics discord server about what pets the company would have, and @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book said "Dog AU" so obviously, my brain said Bilbo is a cat

Everyone in the company is being assigned a dog :]

Thorin is a husky

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umm i loved him first! or take me with you :-)

I Loved Him First was answered :]

but YEssss Take Me With You is a Soulmate Ink AU! (It's also a modern AU hehe) And It's nearly ready for posting! :D I was hoping someone would ask hehe

That one is 90% fluff with only a sprinkle of angst for ~plot~ because sometimes you just have to write light hearted stuff!

The AU boils down to:

Anything you write on yourself shows up on your soulmate's skin.  Most people start communicating with their other half when they are young children, but Bilbo has never received a single mark, drawing or word since he'd been born, and it's not for the lack of trying on his end. But as Bilbo glared at his bare arms late one night, a bold scrolling faded in on his wrist, a single word he never expected, not that he expected any to begin with.

'Help'

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Choosing only one snippet to share is hard!

Snippet:

"So you didn't chew him out at all last night? Not even a little?" Nori asked, stirring his coffee.

"No, honestly I forgot. Besides, if he is telling the truth that he somehow wasn't allowed to write back, who am I to tell him off?" Bilbo took a sip of his tea and looked out the window of the coffee shop.

It had snowed overnight, a rather late snow considering it was April, but the world looked pure and good, which matched perfectly with how Bilbo was currently feeling. Did everyone feel like this everyday? No wonder the whole world was obsessed with soulmates. "So, what's his name anyways?" Nori asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Bilbo grinned. "Thorin."

Nori suddenly sputtered and choked. Bilbo blinked in confusion as he grabbed a napkin from the dispenser and offered it to his friend. "Did you say Thorin?! As in Thorin Durinson?!?"

The hobbit played with the rim of his cup, shrinking a bit. "I don't know his last name, but is that supposed to mean something to me?"

"Well, I doubt there's many dwarrow named Thorin, so it has to be!" Nori had pulled out his phone and was frantically typing. "Did he say at all what he looked like?"

Bilbo blushed, "I-I know his hair is long and dark. He said it was 'curled but not much' so I assume he meant wavy."

Nori was huffing at his phone, tapping the screen with his thumb over and over. "Load you damn site!"

"Do-do I want to know why you're freaking out?" Bilbo asked nervously.

Nori replied by thrusting his phone in the hobbit's face. Bilbo clumsily took the gadget and read what the dwarf had open. It was an article all written in Khuzdul, apart from the title, which also had a translation at the top in common. 'Inside The Royal Family of Erebor'. Bilbo’s heart leaped into his throat. "Are you implying Thorin is some kind of... royalty?!" 

Nori leaned over and zoomed in on the picture of the dwarven royals, focusing on one in particular. "That's Thorin Durinson."

Bilbo took a long, nervous drink of his tea so he didn't have to reply as he stared at the slightly pixelated photograph. Thorin Durinson was handsome, very handsome, with long black hair, light blue eyes and a short, well groomed beard. Surely this was incorrect. His soulmate was probably a perfectly normal, humble dwarf with the same first name. "You know you can't confirm a soulmate from photographs, Nori. I'd have to see his face in person to know." He handed the phone back, noting ink appearing on the back of his hand.

'Good morning, love.'

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👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻 so for the endless WIPs - how about “late for the love of my life”? 👀

totally unrelated but the title reminds me of the song “cleopatra” by the lumineers lol

100% where I got the title from! It was between that and just titling it 'In My Arms' (By Will Killen) But I found the lumineers title far more fitting!

Fun fact I made up this fic idea earlier today, so that's fun! :]

Summary:

Eighteen years after the quest to reclaim the Lonely Mountain, Bilbo is called to Erebor to help aid in making Fili the ruler of Erebor, as he’s come of age. Confused as to why this concerns him in any regard, Bilbo travels back to Erebor, only to discover he’d been married to Thorin posthumously, per the requests of Thorin Oakenshield himself. Bilbo now has to handle that knowledge on top of suddenly discovering he is the consort of Erebor all the while dealing with a world he’s grown quite unfamiliar with. Needless to say, old wounds are reopened.

They reopen further when he discovers there may just be a way to get the rightful king of Erebor back.

Snippet: (rough and needs editing lmao)

“So he never told you what sleeping together meant?”

“I didn’t know it meant anything other than us being caught up with emotions.” Bilbo sighed. “So then after that he…?”

“No. It was after you’d left us at the ramparts he requested a contract drawn up.” Balin explained, unrolling the scroll. “Here it is.”

“So what did sleeping with him do?”

“It made you azlâf. Betrothed.” Balin placed the contract on the desk, sliding it over so the hobbit could read.

“That’s a bit of an important thing to not explain.” Bilbo’s tone dripped with bitterness.

“I’m sorry.”

He felt sick as he picked up the contract. So much for a calm, quiet life of being alone. It seemed Thorin was determined to pester him, however hard he’d tried to forget about their short-lived, unspoken relationship. Every year that passed gradually eased the suffering as Bilbo carefully wove his way around shutting out the loss. He had been so very close to pretending he’d hardly left the Shire for longer than a trip to Rivendell. It was easy to forget when he was home. Where no one questioned him, and no one cared. But here? In Erebor? 

The signature at the bottom, the perfect cursive of the name he both loved and hated mocked him. What a terrible fool he was, to think he could push Thorin out. Old memories threatened to surface from the depths of his mind, tightening his throat until he could no longer breathe. If only he hadn’t meant something to Thorin. What was he trying to pull with a stunt like this? Was it purposeful? Was he trying to force the hobbit to relive that day? The day Thorin slipped away before his very eyes, leaving those damn words lingering on his lips, ones he’d been so very cruel to spout in the very last breath? "How dare you." Bilbo whispered to the signature, holding back the tears blurring his vision.

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I'd like to hear more about the "song of the mountains" please!!

Ah yes, the reverse of There and Back Yet Again!

Instead of Bilbo, Thorin goes back in time directly after his death, and he's the only one with memories intact.

Not as ~original~ as some other ideas, but fun nonetheless! I've always enjoyed writing from Thorin's pov.

I'm tempted to also rename it 'The Way We Fell'

There is of course, a bunch of canon divergence stuff that happens, and it becomes increasingly divergent from the original quest as it goes on but alas! spoilers means I cannot say a word.

Thorin learns what love is really about in this fic. He's selfish, brash, hot-headed and desperately in love with Bilbo Baggins. I wanted to write about him being in love without the premise of soulmates/Dwarven Ones.

Rough Snippet :]

Knocking on that round door was exhilarating. Terrifying. More so when he heard the noises in the house hush, as if his presence was a disturbance to the joy in Bag End. He felt like it was. He’d done such terrible things to his kin and friends when they’d last interacted, not that they’d remember such things. 

Thorin remembered, and that was the most draining thing in the world.

The door opened, and he looked away, trying to buy a few measly seconds to hide his nerves and control himself. He’d be careful this time. Thorin cleared his throat, his voice catching on a burning raspy note as he suppressed every possible emotion he had.

Thorin nearly fell to his knees upon seeing Bilbo’s face. 

Those soft, innocent eyes of someone who had yet to be haunted by the perils of their journey. It was unfair, selfish of him to want- need to pull the hobbit into all this again. Yet he would have no other.

No other except Bilbo Baggins.

He stepped in, eyeing as Bilbo stared up at him in awe, nearly shrinking at the power of his presence in the smial. Thorin stamped down the urge to snap at him to knock it off, to come and give him a hug and never let go. A foolish thought, one he was barely able to fight back becoming reality. “You are Bilbo Baggins?” He needn’t ask, but he did anyways.

“Y-yes. I am Bilbo Baggins! A pleasure to meet you Mister…?”

The walls and fortifications he carefully built in anticipation for this were already straining, on the edge to crumble. The loss of what could have been dug sharp claws into the still raw wound of the ramparts, what he’d nearly done to his burglar, his friend, his hobbit, all because Thorin was never as strong as he appeared. “Thorin Oakenshield, at your service.” The words tumbled out easily, but to resist dropping to one knee in front of him and bow with the upmost of respect was far more difficult than he’d willingly admit.

Thorin’s company looked at him expectantly, but he could not bring himself to care about them at the moment. Bilbo was healthy, happy, smiling, if not a bit nervous, and Thorin barely held back from lunging at him. Instead he paced around the hobbit, eyeing him up and down, appearing to size him up to deem him worthy or not of joining them. Of course he was worthy. Bilbo had always been worthy.

Thorin wanted to ingrain every possible part of Bilbo to memory, drinking in his appearance with an uncouth desperation. Melancholy and loneliness hit him sharper now that Bilbo was right here and Thorin could not do anything to indicate his longing. This was far more cruel than an afterlife. This was torture.

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Annnnnd tell me about I Loved Him First 👀

That one is a quick one-shot actually, and it's related to my main fic There and Back Yet Again ! It'll be posted after I finish TaBYA.

It's Bofur's thoughts regarding the entire quest and the fact that he fell in love with Bilbo before Thorin did. I felt like he deserved to have something considering he's a fairly important side character.

So this snippet is very short because I'm avoiding spoilers. Poor Bofur deserves love :(

Bilbo’s a fearless, brave, and smart. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised when he fell for Thorin instead of me. My 'amad always told me “Bofur, you care too much too soon, one of these days you’re going to fall for the wrong sort and they’ll break your heart in two”!

I guess she was pretty correct about that.