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is this fandom even still alive lmfao

@lsoqq look at the goobers

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Serennedy Pride Week Day 05- ‘Concert’

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I’m fine with Thorin being taller than Bilbo, but there’s something unsettling about seeing tall!Thorin (Richard behind the scenes in costume)

Like, Richard in makeup and a hoodie? Beautiful, majestic

Richard in his full costume standing next to Ian? Terrifying

Imagine 6’2” Thorin Oakenshield running at you at full speed

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WOO its been a minute! Finals have absolutely destroyed me but im finally done with them so i decided to draw something short and sweet since its also been a while since ive drawn them. Plus my lil headcanon on how dwarves and hobbits show affection! Hope you guys are having a fun summer!

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Peak of gold sickness, saying to Bilbo "the gold it's ours... And ours alone". Sybau that ain't no friendship boy, you are GAY

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she protec Serennedy Pride Week Day 03 Protecting Inspiration I had no idea on what to do sorry XD

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Serennedy Pride Week, Day 4: Top Surgery.

I know it’s *serennedy* pride week, but I didn’t know how I was going to add Leon into this one because I dont headcanon him as being trans so I couldn’t think of a way to get him to fit.. so I just didn’t draw him lmao. That’s okay, today can just be Luis’ thing.

But I did do a little bonus doodle of both of them.

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ELPHABA. WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST STAY CALM FOR ONCE, INSTEAD OF FLYING OFF THE HANDLE?

I HOPE YOUR HAPPY

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serennedy pride week Day 3: Coming Out

they both desperately want Leon's dumbass

text in comic:

Leon: Ada, Luis...

Leon: I'm bisexual.

*Ada and Luis realizing they could potentially be each other's competition*

*cue Ada and Luis fighting for Leon's love*

END

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It's good to be back 🫡

🐎 Day 1: Cowboy Culture

During their high stakes search for Ashley's whereabouts, Leon and Luis stumble across a... horse? How did that get there?

"So, how much are you getting paid for this?"

"What?"

"You know, saving the president's daughter from peril. Must be quite the fair bit, eh?" Luis mused from behind, though he did not rouse the blond who stomped ahead of him. "Do I get compensated for my efforts?"

Leon scoffed, hardly sounding amused by the idea. "Can't say. Only my name is on the papers."

"It was worth the shot." The spaniard shrugged, digging out his trusty lighter as he sped up his pace, catching up to be side by side with the agent. "You could at least swing me an all American vacation, no? Just the two of us on a roadside trip! Once we get out from here, that is."

Leon couldn't help but crack a small grin. "We'll see."

Suddenly, a loud cry sprang through their ears somewhere off in the distance. The two reached for their guns instinctively, letting the air settle around them to see if a hellish creature or a rogue ganado would spring forward. When nothing came, Leon peered to the other, who nodded, and began to take cautious steps to a bleak shed that must have housed the supposed creature.

Leon held out a hand, signaling for Luis to stop in his tracks not far off. The blond held tight to his firearm as he swayed the door open, cringing at its obnoxious creaks. Salazar couldn't afford some better, less alarming sounding doors and gates, could he? Might as well add a goddamn bell on every handle. When Leon entered the shed, no infected was in sight---though he did pick up some handfuls of herbs and a case of ammo.

"Oye, Leon!" Luis called from outside. "You'll want to see this."

Leon blew out a huff of air, only imagining what gruesome body or blood written message was to be before him. He jogged around the back of the shed, boots digging into the dirt when he came to a quick stop at what they'd found. A horse. It had been tied up to a janky post that was riddled with chipped yellow paint---(Leon mentally groaned at the color that was following him)---mindlessly nipping at grass that was barely there. "How the hell did this get here?"

"Perhaps the ganados take to riding in spare time?" Luis offered up, even if it made Leon scrunch his nose at the thought. "I'd say this has come in our favor! Beautiful one, you are." He approached the horse, gently running a hand up it's neck and wavy black mane. "This could save us from more walking. Quite a time saver, hm?"

"You serious?" Leon raised a brow. "You want us to ride that?"

"Ey, I'm only giving us options!" The spaniard raised his hands up in defense. "Four legs, or hooves---I should say, are faster than two, no? And what better way to rescue the princess than on a steed!"

"There was some gear in the shed. Whoever had this came prepared. We could..." Leon sighed, ignoring the other man's pleased smirk. "Fine. But if that thing throws you off, I'm not stopping to pick you up."

"Now, who said I was the one being thrown off? Have you ever ridden a horse, Sancho?"

"Have you?"

"Who am I to reveal all my secrets?" Luis clicked his tongue, watching as the blond rolled an eye and disappeared back into the shed.

There was in fact, horse gear scattered around. Not much, a bridal and a pad for them to sit on, but it was something. In all truth, Leon had never been on a single horse in his life; he was an agent, not a cowboy. Though, how difficult could it be? He drove a boat just fine, maybe a scuffed car here and there... so, how much different was a horse? Apparently a lot, he quickly realized.

"How the fuck is this supposed to go on?" He grumbled, fiddling around with the bridal while the horses jet black eyes bored emotionless into his.

"Give it here, come on." Luis snatched it from him, pushing Leon aside and somehow managing to put it successfully on the horses head. When he turned back to Leon, he chuckled at the blond's confusion and surprise. "This isn't my first rodeo, guapo."

"Yeah, yeah." Leon mumbled, untying the hastily made knot to the poll that hung around the horse's ankle. "So, who's driving this thing?"

"Not to be rude, but I feel I'd have better luck at not crashing us into a bad spot. Besides, you are a far better aim than me. You can watch the rear!" Luis clapped his hands together. "Ah, wait just a moment. We are missing an important piece!" He ran off into the shed, and came out with an old, dusty cowboy hat in toe. "You must look the part."

"I'm not wearing that."

"Oh, come on. Once Ashley is safe with us again, don't you think it will give her a good smile? Very rude of you to deny her a laugh after all she's been through, Sancho."

When he'd put it like that, Leon found it hard to say no to. In all honesty, if Ashley had been the one asking him to, he wouldn't question her, just to see her have a moment of fun. He grabbed the hat and sat it on his head, trying wholeheartedly to ignore Luis' stifled chuckles.

"Now we are proper vaqueros!" Luis beamed, steadying himself at the horses side and pulling himself up onto its back swiftly. The horse slightly jumped at the sudden weight, but didn't immediately take off---which reassured Leon, at least just a little. "Coming?"

"This is gonna be the death of me." Leon stepped up, taking the spaniard's hand and hoisting himself on the animal. Adjusting to the height and feel, swearing he was about to fall straight backward, his hands unknowingly latched around Luis' waist for support. Once he'd got his bearings, he felt the rumble of laughter along his chest.

"Comfortable already, I see." Luis gave a playful pat to Leon's hand.

"Just get this thing moving." Leon retracted his hold, though the minute they started walking he felt for purchase over Luis again, who thankfully left his strangely flirtatious comments to himself for once.

"How do you know how to do this, anyway?" Leon asked, breaking the eerie silence that had rested over them for the first few minutes.

"I used to ride as a boy. Not very much, but enough to get some know-how. And what of you, eh? Many missions of yours require horseback?"

"Not the ones I've been on. Never even seen one in person before."

"Well, how about we see what this pony can do?" Luis caught a glimpse of the blond's questioning stare from over his shoulder, causing his lips to curl to a smug smile. "Hold on tight. Let us rescue the Princess Dulcinea!"

"Luis---"

Before he knew it he was lurched backward as the horse picked up its speed following the spaniard's whistle. Leon's arm slinked around his waist holding tight, a soft laugh finally coming forward from him. He rested his chin on the other's shoulder. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I have a few ideas myself, If you can manage the wait!" Luis declared.

"How about you just keep your eyes on the road."

"Anything for you, Sancho."

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🌟🕯️ Marry Me

After the death of Smaug, Thorin delves deep into the mountain and brings Bilbo an unexpected proposal.

psssst... @lsoqq 🙂‍↕️

The mountain had been eerily quiet since they had reclaimed it from Smuag's hold. It was freed---other than the lingering smell of dragon, of course. Bilbo walked through the dim halls, his feet curling every now and then against the uneasy coldness of the stone floor. Though the rest of him was kept warm by his coat, the tips of his ears were running a bit pink.

As he rounded the bend distant sounds of clinking gold ran through his ears, followed by pained groans of the rest of the company who were knee deep in search for the Arkenstone. He kept himself from reaching towards it as it lay hidden within his pocket. The bowl of lukewarm soup carried in his palms shook as he came to a quick stop, his steps echoing his arrival.

Across him stood Dori and Ori---halting their conversation with Thorin, a beat of silence hanging in the air between them. "Go." Growled Thorin, causing Ori to jump as his brother ushered him away. Dori gave Bilbo a cautious look as they passed him by, surely ordered to return to the search among the others. A slight chill drew down his spine as Thorin addressed him.

"Master Baggins, come."

He began to tread forward before he even had the time to think otherwise. He offered up the soup, in one of his many (failed) attempts to try and urge the dwarf to eat. "You should have this," He inched the bowl forward. "Surely you're hungry?"

Thorin took the bowl, though only spared the plainly thick liquid filling it a glance before he set it aside. "I will have the means to indulge once the Stone has been found." His armored boots clanked heavily over the stone as he stepped closer, his words carrying a ticking spark. "Until then, I wish to speak with you."

Bilbo's mouth ran dry, the dreadful weight of the Arkenstone tugging him downward. He cleared his throat to speak softly, eyeing the dwarf directly. "About what?"

Thorin gave no further inkling to his plans as his hand grazed the hobbit's back, not so much as only lightly grasping the tuff of his coat, guiding him to an alcove that hid along the corner. His heart ran faster than he could keep up with, planting his back against the wall and incredibly regretting not finding a more suitable place for the Stone. His fingers hovered over the pocket, tracing the rim of fabric while Thorin fished for something in his.

"Give me your hand." Thorin held out his own, though there was no demand in his ask compared to how he spoke to the others.

Overcoming his blink of hesitation, Bilbo laid his hand on his palm, gently flinching at its surprising warmth. Thorin traced along his fingers, feeling its softness, where then he slid a silver ring around one. Unlike those that Thorin donned himself or those of dwarven make, it glimmered of Elven finery; a single star shimmering in a blanket of dark, embroidered with elegance. The base of the ring weaved with intricate vines, while a single iridescent gem was bound in its center, much in appearance to the Arkenstone.

"It is a gift."

"Thorin, I..." Bilbo stumbled over his own tongue, retracting his hand, gaze dancing across the shine of the jewelry. "It's beautiful, but I can't accept this."

The dwarf grew a visible frown. "Is it not to your liking?"

"No, no! Of course not, it's wonderful. It's just, well... I'm a hobbit. Hardly the type worthy enough to honor such importance." He chuckled down the rest of his haywire emotions, which were a horrible mix of confusion and prickling flush that trailed up his neck and the bothersome thought of his hard made soup getting cold. "This should belong to someone else," As he went to remove the ring, Thorin's hands clasped his, stopping him halfway.

"I do not want to give it to anyone else." Said Thorin, a curious thumb brushing over the finger that held the ring. His gaze scaled up, meeting Bilbo's, who in turn did not flee from his touch.

"I'm afraid I don't have much to gift back." Bilbo fell to a whisper, watching the slow movements of their hands intertwining. When Thorin's eyes caught his he began to see a shift, a fade of the fiery burn that had set home inside him.

"I'm afraid you are all one could ever dream of having." Confessed Thorin, the two of them the closest they had been since the Carrock.

A smile worked up Bilbo, though he was convinced his heart would surely give out any moment at the speed it had itself going. "I could only hope that one would have me."

The air thickened, tighter than he'd felt at Smaug's very claws. Thorin slowly leaned his head lower, and though at first Bilbo shied from the sudden closeness, his seams untangled and his knees felt weak the moment the dwarf's hand cupped his cheek. When their lips had finally met it loosened the hefty floodgates between them that had stocked up ever since that first night in Bag End. It was slow to begin, a test of the waters, though it quickly started to boil with need.

Bilbo clung to the silky fur lining of Thorin's over coat, standing high up on his toes as greater hands kept his back to the wall. As they briefly parted and against stuttering breaths, Bilbo hardly expected to be confronted with two wonderfully dreaded words he so much had ruled out from his life till then. "Marry me." Grumbled Thorin, before capturing the hobbit's lips again.

Already in quite the daze, Bilbo hadn't fully realized his words till a good while past and broke away. "Pardon?" He practically squeaked like a mouse.

"Marry me." He repeated as he brought smaller kisses to the tops of Bilbo's ears.

Thorin's sudden warmth along his cold skin nearly took him to the floor and an early grave. Collecting himself, he shook his head and tried wriggling out from his hold to spare himself. "Thorin," He only managed a pant. "You don't know what you're saying. You---you aren't yourself."

Thorin made a noting hum. "You accepted my gifts."

"I didn't know they were those kinds of gifts!" Bilbo exclaimed. "If I had known I..." I still would have let you. He thought, head tilting back to rest on the hard stone behind him. "Something like... that takes time to consider!"

"Have we not waited long enough?" Thorin asked, words rumbling against his layers of curls. "From the beginning of our quest, I would have had you. And now that I do, I intend to keep it that way."

"I just---I need..." Bilbo couldn't think, fighting with his own frazzled thoughts of what he wanted and what he should do. For whatever utterly foolish and selfish desire drove into him, he ached to accept Thorin, greatly so. Yet the voice that shouted at him with reason held him back. For the love of all that was green and good, he was a Baggins of Bag End! He belonged in a hole in the ground, not in great halls. Thorin should dedicate his affection to some other noble, even if the very thought caused Bilbo's heart to tug painfully.

He was whisked from his inner debating when he felt Thorin's hand trailing down his side, far too close to his pocket. Acting on hasty impulse to get him far away from reaching the Stone---(truly, he should have found a better hiding place. Blasted Took in him really did enjoy living far on the edge)---he grabbed his wrist, stomping him from lowering any further and using that to redirect the dwarf's attention to another kiss. "Yes." The word slipped from his tongue. Now he'd really done it. Though at least his pockets weren't the center of curiosity any longer. (He hoped) "I mean---I'll... I'll think on it."

"How long do you suppose you'll have me wait?"

The impatience of dwarves. Bilbo thought to himself. "Ah, well, it's... we'll see."

Eleven if clearly disgruntled, Thorin respected his wishes. Though how long that would last, he wasn't all too sure.

"I should be off, then." Bilbo cleared his throat once more, regardless of the fact he had nowhere to be in particular, other than under a bed of rock to wallow in his embarrassment for the next years of his life. "This was, er... nice. I wouldn't mind us meeting like this more often."

"I would see to it that we do."

At the blink of Thorin's words Bilbo opened his mouth to reply, then promptly had nothing more to say. He spun his feet to the exit the very second he felt his face heat up and the unmistakable pool in his stomach. It only grew worse the moment he turned the corner, Nori stared back at him, soup in hand, severely wide-eyed. Whether he overheard the entire encounter between them, or the soup was just horrid, both made Bilbo wish to run for the hills.

"Good soup." Was all he said.

"Thank... you." Bilbo nodded to him, then walked as fast as he possibly could away from the scene.

Curse the Took leading him places he was surely bound to make a mess of.

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I love him

Some Beebo sketches (yes, his leave ears will turn a redish-brown like autumn leaves when flustered)

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Today is Will Graham Wednesday, June 18th, 2025

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YEAHHH!!!

Bagginshield anniversary starter pack ✨

Color is hard, but I'm harder...wait...

P.s. Valinor is overrated © Thorin