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SUNDAY FIC REC LIST

This week's selection is Hurt/Comfort. So get your Blankies, snackies and a trusted stuffed companion, because this is going to hurt your feelings.

First up is Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah

Summary: Thorin sat in a bookstore reading to his nephews. He struggled to read the foreign English text, but he would do anything to please his nephews. Including humiliating himself in front of a cute man with a small boy of his own.

Thorin Durin, forced from his home in war-torn Erebor, struggles to adapt to England’s language and customs. Bilbo offers to help, and amongst many a cultural confusion, their relationship quickly grows beyond simple language lessons.

Rating: Gen

The summary says it all. :)

(you need and account to read it)

Next Up is Bad Blood by @conkers-thecosy

Summary: Bilbo patted Gloin awkwardly on the back, once, and was glad when the dwarf let go. It had only been a fraction of the time Thorin had held him for on the Carrock, and he was glad for it. Somehow it had been different, and perhaps until now, until he had been hugged fast by another of their company, held as a friend expressing gratitude, Bilbo hadn’t quite realised how different.

The thought of their leader caused Bilbo’s gaze to drag across to where Thorin was standing, restrained firmly by two elves, and he was embarrassed to find those blue eyes fixed upon him quite unblinkingy. His expression was unreadable, as it always seemed to be, but there was something fierce in his gaze. Something barely contained. Hidden, but so close to the surface that Bilbo still got a sense of it. Like a shadow, or smoke reflected in glass.

***

Or: How might the events of Mirkwood unfolded if Bilbo hadn't had the ring?

Rating: Teen and up

Angry protective Bilbo. Biting. Feral acts of violence against elves. Nobody's secrets are safe. Conkers I love you for this one.

In third we have, A King's Bond by Mordelle

Summary: King Thorin felt like Mahal Himself had swung his mighty hammer and cracked it right between his dazed blue eyes. The vibrations from The Strike shook his very being from his skull to his heart and then out through every nerve in his body. His eyes rolled back, his lungs expelled every breath of air, and the King Under the Mountain swooned so violently that his chair tipped backward with a loud crash, leaving everyone in the room silently gaping at the head of the table where only a pair of royal boots could be seen. His One had finally returned his Call.

Rating: Mature

(just imagine a string of crying emoji's here.) there's fading, there's parental rage, there's slow burn. They love each other your honor.

Our 4th fic is Wild Wings by DomesticGoddess

Summary:

Wounded and stranded in a strange forest, Thorin finds himself in the care of a lovebird, a reclusive and mysterious race. He’s not impressed. His host appears backward and primitive. But Bilbo seems content enough to play caretaker while Thorin heals, and that is a mercy. Isolated with the halfling, Thorin has little to do besides navigate the barriers between them and learn more about his host. The more he learns, the more he finds himself drawn to the selfless, hardworking hobbit.

But how can he be sure that this growing attraction between them is anything more than an intimacy brought on by isolation? Besides, Thorin’s a king. He’ll have to return to his kingdom, and Bilbo has never left the forest.

Rate: Explicit

WING FIC!! WING FIC!!!! WING FIC!!!!! That is all.

And lastly we have Through the mist (I find you) by MiraHerondale

Summary: Bilbo returns to Erebor two years after the Battle of the five Armies, invited by his friends to join the Durin's Day festivities. With his last memory of Thorin being him dying on the ice of Ravenhill, he worries he might not be entirely welcome. After all, he never heard about his banishment being revoked. What he finds, is simply much more devastating.

Rate: Explicit

Thorin's lost his memories. Bilbo's desperate to get one last taste. I apologize for the hurt, but also You're welcome for the rest!

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It's me, hi! I'm the problem, its me!

Hi everyone! It's been a bit since I wrote any angst, and the muses wouldn't let me go with this one, so... there.

"But, Pacha, another angsty amnesia fic?" ! know, I know. But it's such a good trope with so much pain potential! You'll have to take amnesiac-star-crossed-lovers AUs from my cold, death hands.

Keep in mind that this is a wip, I'm not sure how long it will be, and therefore the rating will change. I will let you know if this happens.

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It's me, hi! I'm the problem, its me!

Hi everyone! It's been a bit since I wrote any angst, and the muses wouldn't let me go with this one, so... there.

"But, Pacha, another angsty amnesia fic?" ! know, I know. But it's such a good trope with so much pain potential! You'll have to take amnesiac-star-crossed-lovers AUs from my cold, death hands.

Keep in mind that this is a wip, I'm not sure how long it will be, and therefore the rating will change. I will let you know if this happens.

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I loved every second of this commission for @fantasyinallforms ‘s fic You Should be Safe With Me . I encourage yall to check it out if you haven’t already!

Not only it was Thorin focused, but from a wonderful fic too! Gave me a perfect excuse to re read it 😉

As it is E rated, and the nature of the artpiece is unholy, yall can have the censored version of it. For the uncensored one, check out the fic itself under your responsibility, or pass by my NSFW twitter account here.

(Remember to have your age in your bio when you request or you won’t get access, I approve the request within the day.)

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More Durís content from yesterday’s session. She’s recovered physically, but mentally and spiritually she has a lot to heal from.

"Upon arriving to the city, a thunderstorm greets the party. It had been raining for a couple of days already, and it made camping on the road back uncomfortable and cold.

Rain had never bothered her much. It was, after all, one of the gifts of her goddess. But now it feels... tainted. Furious. Unwelcome.

The once pleasant smell of moist grass and cobblestones makes her skin crawl.

The thunder doesn't scare her, even when it feels closer and closer with every step they take towards the inn at the outskirts, hoping to stay the night and avoid the worst of the storm.

Her hair rises and, moments later, lighting lands right next to them, the thunder wave almost knocking them off their feet.

Her friends rush inside the safety of the inn.

With a hand on the door, Durís stays outside.

She has seen bad storms in her time at the city, but this one... this one is the worst she can remember since her arrival. From the top of the hill, she can see the waves crashing at the shore of the nearest island. They're high, dangerously so. The damages, once the storm recedes, will be considerable.

And deep down, she knows, it's her fault.

This is the wrath of her goddess, unleashed.

A wrath she knows well. She has wielded it herself, after all.

Now, every raindrop, once cleansing and welcome, feels like a slap. And the storm will no longer hear her commands, nor obey them.

She was furious. Upon awakening at the outside of the tower. She had cursed and cried, and even when her friends had tried to comfort her, the only thing she had felt was an anger that ate her from the inside like poison. Every time, she remembered the terrible feeling of fighting to breathe and stay afloat in an ocean that was swallowing her down. Every moment she remembered the image of her goddess fading away from her as the lights went out.

And, after days of walking with nothing to do but think, she feels mostly empty of everything besides anger, sadness and loss. The hole inside her growing by the minute. It has been such a long time since she felt this lonely, this devastatingly miserable.

She is worthless now. A cleric forsaken by its god is as good as moist paper, and even as a fighter, she is lacking. A couple of decades of leaning into divine magic has made her a sloppy, weak opponent. And without her healing skills, she can no longer grant the safety of her party, or their wellbeing. Stepping down from this mission is the best she can do for them all, given the circumstances.

She can't protect them, and she refuses to become a burden.

She is being punished.

She is alone.

With the definite, deafening sound of the next thunder, and a flash of lightning, Durís turns her back on the storm, and steps inside the inn."

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More Durís content from yesterday’s session. She’s recovered physically, but mentally and spiritually she has a lot to heal from.

"Upon arriving to the city, a thunderstorm greets the party. It had been raining for a couple of days already, and it made camping on the road back uncomfortable and cold.

Rain had never bothered her much. It was, after all, one of the gifts of her goddess. But now it feels... tainted. Furious. Unwelcome.

The once pleasant smell of moist grass and cobblestones makes her skin crawl.

The thunder doesn't scare her, even when it feels closer and closer with every step they take towards the inn at the outskirts, hoping to stay the night and avoid the worst of the storm.

Her hair rises and, moments later, lighting lands right next to them, the thunder wave almost knocking them off their feet.

Her friends rush inside the safety of the inn.

With a hand on the door, Durís stays outside.

She has seen bad storms in her time at the city, but this one... this one is the worst she can remember since her arrival. From the top of the hill, she can see the waves crashing at the shore of the nearest island. They're high, dangerously so. The damages, once the storm recedes, will be considerable.

And deep down, she knows, it's her fault.

This is the wrath of her goddess, unleashed.

A wrath she knows well. She has wielded it herself, after all.

Now, every raindrop, once cleansing and welcome, feels like a slap. And the storm will no longer hear her commands, nor obey them.

She was furious. Upon awakening at the outside of the tower. She had cursed and cried, and even when her friends had tried to comfort her, the only thing she had felt was an anger that ate her from the inside like poison. Every time, she remembered the terrible feeling of fighting to breathe and stay afloat in an ocean that was swallowing her down. Every moment she remembered the image of her goddess fading away from her as the lights went out.

And, after days of walking with nothing to do but think, she feels mostly empty of everything besides anger, sadness and loss. The hole inside her growing by the minute. It has been such a long time since she felt this lonely, this devastatingly miserable.

She is worthless now. A cleric forsaken by its god is as good as moist paper, and even as a fighter, she is lacking. A couple of decades of leaning into divine magic has made her a sloppy, weak opponent. And without her healing skills, she can no longer grant the safety of her party, or their wellbeing. Stepping down from this mission is the best she can do for them all, given the circumstances.

She can't protect them, and she refuses to become a burden.

She is being punished.

She is alone.

With the definite, deafening sound of the next thunder, and a flash of lightning, Durís turns her back on the storm, and steps inside the inn."

[consultingpacha]

The previous week Durís had a rough day and died, and maybe lost her cleric privileges.

All on board the religious trauma train! 🚂

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Hohoho this was fun! Thanks for the tag!

@lordoftherazzles @fantasyinallforms @loveinthemindpalace and whoever wants to give it a shot!

Starting a chain!! With this quiz and this Picrew.

Tagging: @tuff-ponyboy @veggiesforpresident @sleeplessgreaser @fishfishfishfishfishfishfish1 @literallyhim0 @cadesblade @tigergirlpaya @arieshasbrainrot57 and anyone else who wants to do this.

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"Hobbits And Their Nuts" is a very interesting title 😂 please, TELL ME MORE!!

Well, this will be an incoming instalment for Through the mist (I find you) which has become an E rated series of fics, instead of a gargantuan single one.

For now the doc is only notes and scrapes of what I want to do with it, so I can’t really quote any fragment, but lets say it’s a scene that was teased during the main fic, and that the moment I wrote about it I knew this one shot was going to come next (pun absolutely intended)

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What can you tell us about "Roots for a mountain"? 💖

Hi Razzy!!

It’s an old WIP I’m retaking after finishing Through the mist, for which I have some great plans, and a side doc full of notes and future scenes ✨

The next chapter should cover the journey to Erebor from The Shire of newly named Ambassador Bilbo, King Thorin and Prince Frerin, together with their guards… and whatever situations they might encounter on the way.

To say I’m eager for them to reach Erebor is an understatement

On the meantime, here’s the link to the chapters that have already been posted!

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I was tagged by @its-atlass in this, and it does look like fun, so here it goes!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Roots for a mountain

Hobbits and their nuts

Undercover Lover

Lessons of the body

A heart laid bare

I thought I had more WIPS!

My ToDo List is longer than the actual number of documents I’ve started, and so far only the ones listed above are the ones which belong to The hobbit/LoTR fandom

Tagging @lordoftherazzles @fantasyinallforms and @frosticenow !

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Here's the result of me listening to IT GIRL too many times, anyways happy new year! 🤠

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Its been an absolute delight to work on this and to read the fic 🔥

Check out the cropped version of the art here, and access the unholy 🔞 twitter account for the full version. (yes, we do gatekeep the naughty from yall underage rascals, sorry not sorry).

Keep in mind I will be checking for age on bios, so do pay attention to have it on display upon requesting access, or the gate will stay closed.

🔞 All the uncensored unholy naughty art -> unholy_pacha

See the full piece here: https://x.com/unholy_pacha/status/1742960225286500826?s=46

Below the Belt [E]

I always love getting to work with @consultingpacha for anything and everything! This year, we teamed up for @tolkienpinupcalendar's event for the 2024 calendar (though ours is a part of the NSFW edition). Thanks Pacha for being a great partner and letting me yell about fic ideas, and for giving it some super spicy artwork!!

bagginshield | during the quest / pwp | 6k

Thorin, tired of being poked and prodded after his scuffle with Azog's warg atop the Burning Pines, refuses to care for his injuries and takes off, so what does the company do? Send Bilbo to take care of Thorin, naturally. And boy, does Bilbo go above and beyond.

↳ NOW ON AO3

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I bring back my current DnD campaign dwarf, because I loved the splash art I did for Dalia ✨

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Splash art of Dalia and then a put together of some sketches of her with Karlach ✨

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I don’t know how to explain, but my brainworm is telling me this happened in game (it doesn’t, but Im delulu)

(Based on that twitter image. Yes. That one.)