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The Photosets Challenge - Set 19

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In his secret imaginings, Kili sneaked out of bed an hour early, leaving his comfortably snoozing beloved to dream of cute and fluffy things while Kili tiptoed into the kitchen and prepared a breakfast fit for a king, full of bacon and cinnamon rolls and eggs and tomatoes and toast and- In reality, he woke up with thirty minutes and the knowledge of how to make a decent boiled egg and cinnamon toast.

It’d do.

— The Gulf of Lune by @dragonquill

FiKi Week - Day 2: “Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you’re tired”

Remembering that this is meant to be an aesthetic, I suppose we shall call it the Lazy Lune Aesthetic :)

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As you're all probably quite bored of hearing by now, I'm recently quite obsessed with Isca Verse and I thought I'd start posting links to some of my actual sources and references. Here are some that are particularly relevant.

More under the cut:

These are some of my favourite podcasts generally and I would highly reccommend them to anyone who wants to learn some interesting history with 0 effort.

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Trust Me In This (Fullsize)

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Discord returns 13th of October 2016!

For new episodes follow here, or read the story so far here!

Kili blinked at Fili as the older man tied a bandana around his mouth, fashioning a gag. Kili reached out to touch it and Fili knocked his hands away.

“You said you trusted me,” Fili said, getting off the bed. He pulled off the t-shirt Kili had been sleeping in, hands gentle, and then running gentle hands down Kili’s legs. “So trust me in this.“

Kili rolled his shoulders, relaxing into the submission he had mentioned last night, and let Fili undress him. Soft hands and soft touches, and Kili let himself stay as Fili moved him. His hair was unkempt and messy, slowly growing out, and getting everywhere in his eyes. Fili smiled and ran his fingers through it, pushing it out only to let it fall back down.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” Fili asked, looking Kili in the eyes. “If it starts to hurt or your leg cramps. You’ll let me know?”

Kili quirked an eyebrow. That sounded more like a question than someone giving orders. And this kind of was what it was all about: he wanted Fili to dominate him. He wanted Fili to take the control Kili offered every now and then. He wanted to trust Fili more than he ever had before.

Kili let Fili pull him to his feet on the bed, both of them unsteady. Kili followed Fili’s hands and motions until he was kneeling on the bed, head tipped back just a bit, and ground his teeth against the cloth in his mouth.

“You’re gorgeous,” Fili murmured, hands tracing Kili’s cheek, shoulders, neck, chest. He was smiling. “Gorgeous, and mine, and so utterly wonderful.“

Kili rolled his eyes and attempted a smile as Fili kneeled down in front of him. Fili, unfairly, was still dressed. He was touching, now, light and gentle and exploring. Kili tipped his head curiously as Fili took his hands and pushed them back.

“Behind you back,” Fili said. “Keep them there.”

—- Discord and Love by @bluemaskedkarma

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Good news: my tablet still works!

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Brooding (Fullsize)

Dramatic, cat-eyed, bad boy for @vennor. Thank you for being my drawing buddy <3

This is just a sketch, and it’s done with a different pencil to what I normally use, hence why the different texture.

Enjoy~

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The Gulf Of Lune by Dragonsquillwrites Aesthetic

Read the latest chapter here.

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This was 15 shades of awesome and you should all read it!

FiKi Week 2025- Day 5 "The Countdown"

The week ended yesterday, but I WILL fill all of the prompts! OuO @gatheringfiki

The Durin estate sat tucked between dark hills and frostbitten hedgerows, its tall windows glowing gold against the winter gloom. Laughter spilled out from the wide front hall, the bonfire’s firelight dancing across half-drunk glasses and wool coats guarding their wearers from the bitter cold. Somewhere beyond the main room, someone was tuning a guitar; someone else had lit sparklers on the back terrace, watching as they flared bright blue in the slight fog.

Fili leaned against the railing outside, a fresh glass of cider warming his insides. Snow flurried in lazy spirals across the fields, collecting in the branches of the hedges that lined the drive. From here, the party inside sounded like a dream—half-faded, like he could make it out better if he tried harder, but not having the energy to.

He felt, more than heard, the door opening behind him.

Bootsteps crunched the freshly gathered snow, but he didn’t turn.

A shoulder bumped into his—firm and familiar.

“I figured you’d be out here,” said Kili, voice low and soft, as if he didn’t want to disturb the serene atmosphere Fili had found himself in.

Fili exhaled through his nose, his breath fogging up in the cold. He remembered how he and Kili used to do this on purpose, pretending they were smoking out of pipes like they’d seen their grandfather do.

“You could’ve stayed inside, it’s freezing here,” he said, angling his head towards his brother, though not looking. Not yet. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kili shrugging.

“You left,” he said simply, eyes on the field. “Besides, you know I hate countdowns.”

Fili glanced at him sideways this time, catching the faint flush on Kili’s cheeks—maybe from the cold, maybe from the cider, or maybe because of things Fili rather not hope for.

“I know,” Fili said with a small shrug, having heard this more times than he remembered at this point.

“Everyone pairs off like it’s a wedding and…” Kili’s mouth twisted, half in humor, half in something else. “Besides, I’d rather spend the last few minutes with you.”

That startled Fili a little with its sincerity, and he had to clutch his glass a little tighter just so he wouldn’t accidentally drop it. He huffed a small laugh.

“You’re such a sap.”

Kili’s grin widened, eyes flicking towards him before looking away again, like he couldn’t quite hold Fili’s gaze.

“You love it.”

Before Fili could answer, the sound of the guitar strumming from inside the house turned into the beginning of a shout—” Five minutes!”—and the back door swung open, Bofur’s voice ringing out: “Oi, are you two coming or should we start without you??”

Fili could see Kili rolling his eyes, following it with, “He’s had, what, three Guinness and a whiskey chaser?”

Setting his glass down on the railing, Fili smirked, “Come on, before he comes out here and starts throwing snow.”

They stepped inside, the warmth of the house wrapping around them like a hug. Bodies moved in happy clusters, laughter and small talk echoing off each other—hands gestured with drinks, while the music that had been off in the background climbed higher in anticipation. Kili brushed against him in the crowd—once, twice, again—and then a final push from behind sent them colliding.

Fili caught Kili’s arm instinctively, hands strong at his elbows.

Kili looked up at him, startled, and yet he didn’t move away.

They were chest two chest, close enough to feel each other’s warmth. For a fraction of a second, the world narrowed down to the press of Kili’s coat against his own, the soft catch of Kili’s breath. Fili’s own feeling trapped in, like he couldn’t breathe.

And then they both flinched, pulling apart like they’d touched something too hot.

“Sorry,” Kili said, almost too quickly, the word jumbling up into itself. “Didn’t—didn’t see Bofur coming.”

Fili cleared his throat, stepping back one more pace for good measure.

“It’s fine.”

Fili discretely looked around them, but no one seemed to notice. Or, if they did, they were too drunk to care. And yet, what was there to notice? Just two brothers, close as brothers were. Still, Fili suddenly felt aware of every inch of space between them.

Looking back at his brother, Kili seemed to be busying himself by picking at a thread on his cuff, expression unreadable.

Fili’s hands clenched at his sides; he wanted to say something—joke, deflect—but the countdown had started somewhere behind him.

“Ten! Nine!”

He looked back at Kili, finding Kili already looking at him.

“Eight! Seven!” The noise rose around them, friends hugging, couples leaning in towards each other.

“Six! Five! Four!”

Kili gave a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, so much different from his usual carefree grins.

“Three!”

Fili’s hand brushed his in the press of the crowd.

“Two!”

Neither of them moved away, staring at each other—blue eyes onto brown—as if in a trance.

“One!”

Confetti burst from somewhere, cheers erupted. And the world around them didn’t notice two brothers, frozen like statues in the middle of the floor...so close, and yet, a world apart.

Fili was the first to look away, but only because he had to. If Kili kept staring at him like that, with his handsome mouth slightly parted, eyes wide with something Fili didn’t dare name—he was going to do something irredeemable. Something impossible to explain away in the morning. Instead, he turned and cheered like everyone else, reaching for his friends and family in congratulatory hugs.

He heard Kili laugh beside him, a little loud, and maybe a little forced. Fili didn’t miss how he scrubbed a hand over his face like it might clear away whatever had just happened.

They didn’t touch again the rest of the night, not even accidentally.

Later, the party had thinned, most guests tucked away in upstairs rooms or curled beneath blankets in the big living room, warming themselves by the hearth. Music still played low from the surround speakers, a soft instrumental hum.

No one noticed when Fili stepped out, having followed his brother. Kili was perched on the low stone wall of the terrace, hands buried deep in his coat pockets. His breath curled visibly in the air, though he didn’t turn when Fili approached—but he shifted, just enough to make space besides him.

Fili joined him wordlessly.

The silence between them was a familiar one. Not awkward, really, but full. The kind of silence that they often avoided, whether unconsciously or not.

Kili leaned sideways towards him slightly, though not much; just a fraction closer, like a compass needle aligning.

Fili tilted his head, his temple brushing against Kili’s for a moment—featherlight, as if he might pretend it hadn’t happened at all. And yet, Kili didn’t move away, though he didn’t say anything either.

They stayed like that, side by side, staring out into the winter dark where the trees swayed faintly and the waning moon bathed the landscape in soft, gentle light.

A minute passed. Maybe two.

Then Fili shifted, pulling his gloves tighter on his hands, “You disappeared earlier,” he said, voice light, not wanting to make it sound like an accusation, “I looked for you.”

He could see Kili exhaling, his breath curling into the dark, “Didn’t think I should stay too close.”

Fili sighed, feeling the weight between what they weren’t saying settling heavy in his chest. What might have seemed as too much for other people—their closeness, their dependency on each other—was never enough for him. Thoughts he could never speak aloud for fear of losing those dear to him, Kili included. And yet...

“It’s never too close,” Fili murmured, quiet enough no one else could hear, but clearly enough Kili wouldn’t be able to mistake for anything else.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kili startling slightly, before chuckling.

“I thought I was going to do something stupid back there,” he admitted just as softly.

Fili’s chest ached in the way it had too many times before--slow, and familiar, a little bit sweet. He didn’t speak for a moment, instead looking ahead at the swaying treetops.

Then, without fanfare, he reached out and wrapped his fingers gently around Kili’s wrist, a warm anchor, hidden by the shadows and the thick fold of Kili’s coat.

“You didn’t though,” Fili murmured. “But if you ever do…” His thumb traced once along Kili’s glove before his hand inched forward, grasping onto Kili’s hand firmly, their fingers entwining without a conscious thought.

“I’ll be right there doing something stupid with you.” he finished, looking at Kili, loving the way his face brightened, smile wide and dimpled. He laughed, a quiet, real laugh before leaning into Fili again, shoulder to shoulder this time, their hands still clasped warmly on Kili’s lap.

“Happy New Year, Fili.” he whispered, soft and steady.

Fili let out a soft hum of agreement.

They stayed out there together for a while, savoring the space and moment, just for a bit.

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A Sign of Trust by @mylittledragonhoard​ Photoset

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My first Winter FRE 2017 prize :) Hope you like it.

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Last reblog, because it's almost like people are avoiding this post :D

Ala Prima Silurum (Isca Verse, Part 1.5)

The boys return in a story of fiery exchanges, abundant sass, and high drama, which hopefully bridges the original Isca story with some of the Additional Scenes, and which may or may not eventually build up to a sequel. Hopefully they both end up a bit more where they're supposed to be.

MY OTHER WRITING

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“What do you want from me?”

The question felt dangerous on Kili’s lips, panted out in breathy tones a’propos of nothing, moments after he’d collapsed onto the bed next to his Barbarian. The chances that Kili would be able to grant Fili’s wishes were slim to none, but Kili had a thing in his heart that told him to ask. More than that, he truly wanted to know; as an enthusiastic lover of a mysterious and often infuriating blond for the past six months, what Fili desired, what motivated him, and what he coveted, was one of those hidden facets of him that Kili was still working on prying out for himself. The man had sunk into Kili's soul like a particularly annoying splinter, which he just could not get out, no matter how hard he tried.

“Give me ten minutes or so,” an equally winded Fili rumbled from the pillow next door, “and you can do that thing you just did one more time.”

Kili rolled his eyes. “That’ll be half an hour at least, with a nap on top,” he told his Barbarian matter-of-factly.

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For the lovely Kopperblaze, an illustration to her amazing story Little Lion Man.

I am really, really addicted. You all need to go and read it right now! It will break your heart into a million little pieces, but it will hurt so good, I promise!

My Muse kinda found it, took it and ran with it, I hope it goes down ok. Perhaps you will now believe that your writing is really good and there are people eagerly awaiting each update. Perhaps you can believe in yourself a bit more, my dear. Have faith and courage. :]

Um, technical things: this thing got drawn twice. The original file I was really pleased with, but it got corrupted while saving, about an hour before it was finished. Non-recoverable. There was much drama, a weekend of wallowing in self-pity, but by now I feel I have avenged myself. Fuck you, Photoshop!

I keep cringing at the anatomy, but he is supposed to be half-starved, so… that is my excuse and I shall stick to it.

Enjoy!

P.S. Click it for full-size. If there’s any interest in it, I have this in wallpaper format too.

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Ala Prima Silurum (Isca Verse, Part 1.5)

The boys return in a story of fiery exchanges, abundant sass, and high drama, which hopefully bridges the original Isca story with some of the Additional Scenes, and which may or may not eventually build up to a sequel. Hopefully they both end up a bit more where they're supposed to be.

MY OTHER WRITING

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“What do you want from me?”

The question felt dangerous on Kili’s lips, panted out in breathy tones a’propos of nothing, moments after he’d collapsed onto the bed next to his Barbarian. The chances that Kili would be able to grant Fili’s wishes were slim to none, but Kili had a thing in his heart that told him to ask. More than that, he truly wanted to know; as an enthusiastic lover of a mysterious and often infuriating blond for the past six months, what Fili desired, what motivated him, and what he coveted, was one of those hidden facets of him that Kili was still working on prying out for himself. The man had sunk into Kili's soul like a particularly annoying splinter, which he just could not get out, no matter how hard he tried.

“Give me ten minutes or so,” an equally winded Fili rumbled from the pillow next door, “and you can do that thing you just did one more time.”

Kili rolled his eyes. “That’ll be half an hour at least, with a nap on top,” he told his Barbarian matter-of-factly.

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Prompt #51: FiKi - The Borgia AU (With their uncle vying for the papacy, his limitless greed isn’t even the family’s darkest secret; incest is.) 

This is a gift for @flow-it-show-it - you build me such awesome emotional worlds, hnnnngh!

Bonus Fullsize Kili

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WinterFRE2020 Prompts

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So I may have completely and utterly failed in the FiKi Week this year, but 7.6k of new Isca is coming to the AO3 near you this weekend and so I feel absolved!

IDK how this is going to count as an 'additional scene' when it's possibly longer than the original story, but we'll gloss over that...

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The Sea Siren and Related Stories by Jynxwrites Photoset

Bonus Fullsize Kili Edits: here and here.

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For @gatheringfiki 's FiKiWeek

"Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone."

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there is no law that gods must be fair.