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older bagginshield again because aaauuuggghhhhh-

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Behold! Even MORE wholesome old man yaoi, this time with Bilbo dissing on Lobelia's garden lmfao

(Big thanks to @belalubroski for coming up with Bilbos awesome monologue)

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Remember when I made that Good Omens Human AU where Aziraphale is a homeless vet, and Crowley is a rich softie? And.... I sorta never really finished it? Well... here is some... Closure.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65861185

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Hi! I am searching for the artist who made this! It looks like an "F" as a signature, but I really can't tell!

SOLVED

Art by Pikooekaki!

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I've got a tiny shop on Buy Me a Coffee if you don't want to give Amazon your money while supporting my writing addiction. Unfortunately, only e-books are available this way.

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My sleepy babies

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Someone said they were thirsty.

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Fleeting Dream

Physical Print: Here!

Digital Print and supporting me on Ko-fi: Here!

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And there, Thorin full version bc I'm not in the mood for crying

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true ending

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I didn’t even know there was more to it! WTH?!

we need to bring the third verse of the star-spangled banner back into vogue right now, y'all. also protest songs in general but like. that one's baked into the anthem, right there for the using.

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A very chill Bilbo being carried EVERYWHERE - @lilylolipp0ps

he's just a chill guy yk

This one is pretty short unfortunately 😭 more of a headcanon snippet than a fic but here it is!

"Oh, for---ack!" Bilbo's face meant the dirt in an unfortunate tumble over a rock, the third one he'd tripped over that night---mostly because he couldn't bloody see a thing with all the trees blocking what little moon light they had. They had been walking for hours, and he was certainly starting to feel his legs grow weary. "Blasted rocks," He mumbled, spitting out the debris that stuck to his face as he pushed himself upward, dusting off his coat. Suddenly he felt a sting in his knee, and from what he could see and feel, he'd gone and nagged his skin, which was no help at all. He was getting very tired of this.

"Are you alright?" Thorin approached him while the rest of the company scurred around, placing a hand on his shoulder. Bilbo was still getting used to him being so friendly after their time on the carrock---so an immediate 'just get up you fool' or something along those lines from the dwarf was very refreshing.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I... I just fell, again. I think I cut my leg up a bit, but I'm---" He winced as he took a step, his leg almost buckling under the pressure. "Ooh, yes, fine, I've got it." He was in fact not, but he'd just gained Thorin's respect and wasn't about to come off as a burden again.

"You look exhausted, you're not 'fine'." Thorin helped steady him, noticing the heaviness of his eyes. "Come on, we're almost to a place where we can make camp. I'll carry you there."

"Really, I can mana---you'll what?"

"Carry you."

Now that was unexpected. "Are---are you sure? I'm half your size! Not that I don't think you're capable, your very---er," He gestured to the dwarf's upper body. "Well built. But I'll make it, I just have to rest a moment. Why don't you all go ahead,"

"I'm not going to leave you behind." Thorin crossed his arms, clearly not going to budge in his decision. "I won't drop you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Hm, right." Bilbo found that hard to believe, but his knee and his tiredness won over his suspicions fairly quick. "Well, uh... go ahead, I suppose? Or I could---" In that moment he was swept off his feet in a blink, his arms scrambling for purchase over the dwarf's shoulders and around his neck. "A warning would be nice!"

"Comfortable?"

Bilbo nodded, though he really didn't loosen up until a few minutes in when he was certain he wouldn't be meeting the ground again. It felt silly, he hadn't been carried by anyone since he was under ten! But odd as it may seem to the onlookers---mostly Fili and Kili who were giggling up a storm---he had to admit it was nice. Surely better than walking and straining himself further. With each heavy step his eyes drooped down, and eventually he drifted off, teetering his head to rest on Thorin's shoulder, who wasn't opposed to it.

When they reached their designated makeshift camp for the rest of the night, Thorin did his best to lay Bilbo down on the best semi-undisturbed patch of grass he could find, careful not to wake him. Successful in his attempts, he forwent his coat to drape it over him. He was just about to call it a night when he caught a glimpse of Dwalin giving him a funny look that spoke enough for itself. "What?"

"Nothin'. Nothin' at all." The other dwarf shook his head, grinning, then took his leave.

Thorin was sure that wouldn't be the last of it.

When he was certain Thorin was out of range Bilbo peaked over his shoulder, seeming to have convinced the dwarf he genuinely had fallen asleep. Which---that was half true, as he did drift off for a minute, but mostly just enjoyed being cared for by Thorin. Which was a totally normal thing for good friends to do for each other, nothing else to it.

Bilbo clutched the coat closer to him, feeling its used softness and warmth and ever familiar scent that was distinctly its owners. Seconds after he realized what he was doing and smacked a hand to his face; Thorin was just being nice! He was reading too much into it and quite frankly getting a bit too comfortable. He forced himself to close his eyes and try to focus on something else other than... well, Thorin in general. The fact Óin came to his aid to bandage his leg up certainly helped.

When morning came he went onward---though still quite sore---with the dwarf's coat bunched up in his arms in search of him to return it. He was fairly easy to find, off by some tree re-braiding some hair that has gotten knotted. "Er, good morning. I... yours." He pushed the coat towards him. "Thank you, I mean. For last night."

Thorin smiled, taking the coat back. "Of course, I'm here whenever you may need me."

"Oh, well, I might just take you up on that."

"Having me carry you places, or something else?" Thorin quirked a brow his way from behind his curtain of locks.

"Uh, that's... a fantastic question. Actually, I really should be going, lots of... bugs to get out of my shoes!" Bilbo started to back away, scratching behind his neck.

Thorin blinked at him before looking down at his feet, stating the obvious.

"Ah... good morning." Bilbo fled the scene as awkwardly as he possibly could have and just about wanted a tree to fall on top of him so he didn't have to face Thorin Oakenshield's questionable and annoyingly hard to read actions ever again. Much to his delight, they didn't discuss the previous night or after at all, as they had quite a full day running from Azog's reach. Though that did not stop the occasional glances or stares from happening, surely confirming they both hadn't stopped thinking of it.

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On this episode of Fics and Bits, @danypooh80 and I unravel the thread of dystopian fiction—how it shows up in books, movies, video games, and (unfortunately) our real-world headlines. From The Giver to The Last of Us, 1984 to Severance, we explore how these stories reflect our fears, challenge our values, and why they feel a little too familiar lately. If you’ve ever screamed “This is just like a Black Mirror episode!”—this one’s for you.

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I stared at this for too long without seeing the damn edit.

I was all zoomed in, admiring the streaks of gray in the hair and how I might draw that… and I was like… of he’s holding something…!

*zooms more*

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It’s Bilbo’s

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"Always be aware of your surroundings"

Bilbo manages to score a point in a practice bout against Thorin - this scene is at the end of the sweet fic Bet On A kiss by @fantasyinallforms. I loved reading it - and drawing for it!