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fizzyxcustard · 3 years

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omg omg omg I can't believe I'm requesting to you rn!!! So I was wondering if you could do 'Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead' with Thorin x wife!reader? One where like Thorin is over working himself to death and his queen comes in? Idk whatever you decide to write will be amazing 😍😭

There he was, yet again, hunched over his desk, signing trade deals and new contracts with neighbouring villages and cities. Many Dwarves were also being sent into Dale to help with the re-building, and so their contracts of employment also had to be signed.

The candle by now was burning low at Thorin's desk. "You're going to strain your eyes, my love," you told him, stepping beside him. The King never looked up, but instead sighed. You brushed your hand through your husband's hair, idly tangling your fingers in the strands and then you kissed the top of his head. "You'll never know how much I love you."

Thorin couldn't help but smile and tilt his head towards you.

Instantly you captured his lips in a kiss, trying your hardest to pull him away from those blasted contracts. Then you heard Thorin sigh beneath your kiss, but this time it was a pleasurable sigh, wanting so much to give up on the signing and pursue something more passionate with you.

Then you moved your lips away and stepped to the side, watching Thorin's blue gaze follow you. His expression became one of longing. "You know how to distract me," he said, his voice low and full to the brim of lustful want.

Seductively, you waltzed forward again and kissed down his cheek and then moved back. "This baby we keep discussing isn't going to just conceive itself," you grinned.

#thorin oakenshield #thorin #thorin x you #thorin x fem!reader #thorin x reader #Thorin Oakenshield x reader #Thorin Oakenshield x you #Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader #the hobbit #king thorin #drabble #request #prompt request #shalinizhara #ask

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middleearthpixie · 2 years

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*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose 🎀💛

AHHH SHOOT MY STUPID FINGERS!! SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY UNFOLLOWED U!!! 😭😭

Aww... if I had a nickel for every time I accidentally unfollowed someone, I'd have a lot of nickels!! <3 And a *boop* right back! 💜

#shalinizhara #boop game

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laurfilijames · 2 years

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*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first ten people on your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today, and stay safe 🤍🤍🤍

Oh my stars you’re too sweet! Thank you and back to you 💗

#shalinizhara #asks #hugs

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midearthwritings · 2 years

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Day 8: After Sex

You and Fíli enjoy a moment after your lovemaking.

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

Warning: Mentions of sex, nakedness.

Author's Note: Not exactly smut but it should be enough to please all the Fíli lovers out there.

"Are you well, my love?"

You were shaking. There was a perfectly fine fire burning and cracking in the hearth, enveloping you with an invisible cloak of warmth, but you were shaking. The soft fur carpet beneath you was not helping, but it soothed the ache in your back from lying on a hard floor.

You were quite uncertain, though, on the reason for your trembling. Between your legs, your pulsating core was telling you that it was the afterglow of your pleasure when the goosebumps on your arms indicated that it was the cold.

Looking at Fíli, you smiled. The dim light was making his sweat-covered skin look golden, as well as his slightly disheveled hair. His chest was rising and falling a bit quicker than usual. As for his eyes… He was looking at you with such tenderness in them that for a moment, you felt as if you were worth more than any amount of gold, more than any jewel.

"I simply wish we had been patient enough to reach the bed," you admitted, scooting closer to him to rest your head onto his chest.

Above you, Fíli chuckled. "So do I. My back is sore from lying on the floor too long, and I fear it will make tomorrow's Council seem like torture," he said before sighing.

"Isn't Council torture already?" you asked, tracing invisible patterns on his skin with the tip of your fingers.

"Only because you aren't there."

You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with mischief, and small satisfied smiles painting both of your faces.

Stealing a quick kiss from him, you sat up. "Shall we have a bath?" You offered, your hand finding his.

"Sounds perfect to me," he replied, sitting up as well.

Tipping his head down, Fíli dropped a single kiss to your shoulder, causing you to shiver. Your reaction not remaining unnoticed, he kissed your skin again, circling your waist with his strong arms.

"Fíli," you scolded halfheartedly. He hummed quietly as his lips began to assault your neck. "Fíli, the bath."

Fíli laughed and pulled you into a tight hug before standing up, dragging you along. The night was so far from over…

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vladtoly · 2 years

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An Arrangement

Requested: Yes, by the amazing @shalinizhara who gives me the best storylines ever!

A/N: I honestly had so much fun writing this, i kind of got carried away

Warnings: Unedited

You always knew from a young age that you would end up in an arranged marriage. Not because your father, Il-Nam, had brought it up that much- though he did speak of it a lot- but because you never really got the chance to meet anyone on your own. Your father had always made it his top priority to keep you sheltered, safe. And in the process of doing that, you had ended up with no social circle, no one to even consider as a suitor. It was a lonely life, the one your father created, but it was the only life you’d known.

As a form of escapism, you would read, watch shows, anything to feel apart of something. The characters and their stories warmed your heart, but also made it hurt. You yearned for something new; something other than the daily ritual you had grown so accustomed to. Something about the relationships were nice, too. You knew you would never find a man on your own, that decision made for you, but watching the love unfold before you made the repeating days feel more... okay.

That’s how you ended up staying with your father until your early 30s. You knew he would never let you leave his safety, too afraid of what may happen to you. And with your escape by your side, you saw no need to leave the life so effortlessly handed to you. Until you had to leave.

Your arms rested on the outer railings of the ferry, watching the waves crash against the metal of the vessel. In all the movies you’d seen, when someone was going to marry who they’d spend the rest of their lives with, they were nervous, but happy. But you were only nervous. You had never met this man before; all you knew was what your father had told you before hurrying you onto the boat- he’s a good man and he’s going to take care of you. And you were so hoping that that was true.

Arriving at an island, a man in a pink suit with a mask adorning a square approached you. “Miss, if you’ll follow me, I’ll lead you to the Front Man.”

Your brow creased and you were going to ask who that was, but the man had already turned around to leave. Quickly picking up your bags, you followed him off the boat.

After a short walk, you entered a hidden building and were led to an elevator. The silence in the confined space felt uncomfortable, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. At this point, you were used to your questions going unanswered.

Once the elevator opened, the man motioned for you to exit. It was obvious he wasn’t escorting you any further. So, you grabbed your bags and began to walk down the dark, dimly lit hallway before you. The new atmosphere was surprisingly homey to you, almost like you hadn’t uprooted your life to be here.

“I see you made it safely.”

Letting out a small squeak, you turned to see a man in a black turtleneck and dress pants of the same color. His dark eyes watched you curiously, almost like he was trying to see your next move. And he was handsome, more handsome than any man you’d seen in one of your daily escapes. This must’ve been the man you were marrying.

In-Ho was more or less trying to find out how you were real. Il-Nam had showed him pictures of his daughter before and he had found you gorgeous. But seeing you here, standing in his kitchen, was something else entirely. You were the woman he was marrying.

You put your few bags on the ground. “I’m Y/N. it’s very nice to meet you,” you stuttered out, putting your hand out for him to shake.

He stared at the gesture before making his way to you, taking your hand in his. “In-Ho. It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well.”

Following your first meeting, things had been quiet. You both spoke about small things to get to know each other, but it became very blatant that neither of you was particularly a talker. So, In-Ho showed you your room, leaving you to settle in.

Just as it had been at your father’s home, you settled into a daily ritual. In the morning, you would eat breakfast together before he headed to work, leaving you alone. You would watch the large TV in the living room, lounging on the love seat. You’d help yourself to the kitchen. Then around 7 or 8, In-Ho would enter the suite, removing a black mask from his face. He never talked about his job, so you never asked. In honesty, you didn’t want to ruin the domesticity of the situation. It was comfortable, it was nice, even if he felt more like a roommate than a husband.

You two would eat dinner together, making small talk, more effort to get to know each other. The conversations were more relaxed than the first night and a part of you hoped he wanted to know you, not just for the marriage. But you knew the conversation was ending every night by one phrase he always asked without fail.

He would grasp your hand softly from across the table and ask, “Are you alright, dear? Do you like it here?”

The show of affection always set off butterflies in your stomach, and you could see the relief wash over him when you without a second thought replied, “Yes.”

And as quickly as his hand was on yours, it was pulled away, leaving you empty.

In-Ho admitted to himself days after the first meeting that he hated the circumstances of your meeting. He wished he had denied Il-Nam’s offer in hopes of meeting you more naturally. He hated how he left you every morning without a word, only to return later at night for a mostly silent dinner. He adored, however, how you quietly spoke about your interests, what you did all day while he was gone. It was all such simple actions, but he just loved hearing you speak. But by the end of the meal, he must remind himself of the harsh reality around them, the situation neither of you truly had a say in. Then he would repeat what he said every night, taking your hand, allowing himself the small indulgence of physical touch.

“Are you alright, dear? Do you like it here?”

When you always said ‘Yes’, he would allow himself to feel joy at the answer. Before taking his hand away, feeling empty.

Then, one night, the comfortable routine shattered.

The front door to the suite slammed open, startling you from your show. You looked over the love seat just in time to see In-Ho clutching his shoulder, rushing into his room, and slamming the door shut. You knew you should’ve left it, but your curiosity got the better of you. You silently shuffled to his door and cracked it open, seeing his room empty. Then you heard a pained grunt from the joining bathroom.

Quickly, you went to open the bathroom door and were horrified at what you saw. There was your husband, down to a black tank top, with blood seeping from a bullet hole in his shoulder.

He turned to you, holding gauze to the wound. “Y/N, you shouldn’t see this, just- “

You ignored him, shuffling around in a close cabinet for a first aid kit. Upon finding it, you moved past him to sit on the sink, facing him. You wanted to flush at the close contact, but instead ripped open an alcohol pad package and began to dab at the gory scene.

In-Ho grunted at the sudden sting but allowed you to clean and wrap his wound. After so many nights of cleaning his injuries alone, it was nice to have someone take care of him. He never would’ve allowed it before, much less expected it.

He went to speak before noticing your hands shaking, the gauze held in them falling to the ground. Worry flooded his mind as he took one of your hands in his, the other tilting your face to look at him. Your eyes were red, tears falling silently down to stain your clothes. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m going to be okay,” he tried.

“Please don’t leave me,” he heard you whimper.

It was a simple sentence. But enough for him to pull you into a tight embrace, one hand cradling your head to his good shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, love.”

“You came in in such a hurry and I came to see you and just the blood- oh my god the blood, In-Ho, I’m so scared, I’m so worried. I don’t want to lose you.” The words tumbled out of you like water from a faucet, your thoughts right out in the open. You had never expected to admit you cared for him in a blood-soaked bathroom, but that seemed to be how it turned out.

In-Ho was shocked by the sudden admission. He knew he cared about you, but he never would’ve expected you to return the feelings. The start to your relationship was so messy, so uncertain. He feared that if he said anything, he would ruin what good there was.

But your words touched him. He adored you. And when he was bandaged, and in a clear head, he would tell you just that.

In that moment though, he kissed your forehead and whispered to you, “I’m not leaving. I’m here as long as you’ll have me.”

#squid game x reader #squid game headcanons #in ho x reader #front man x reader

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lathalea · 2 years

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Armitage Summer Splash – Week 2

Here are the prompts for the second week of this event already now so you'll have some time to get some inspiration!

🏖 How does the Armitage Summer Splash work? - Here is the masterpost.

This post contains both prompts for the second week and all the works we all created this week. Don't forget to fill in the form on after you finished working on this week's prompts so we can add your fics/art to our masterlist.

We'll be on the lookout for your RA-inspired creations for Week 2 starting June 8th! 🍹

💦 Armitage Summer Splash 💦 Week 2 Prompts/Masterlist:

☀️ June 8th

Trope: A secret is found out Quote: “Show me your face.”

📜 Adam Price - Secret by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Father Lorenzo Quart - Our Secret by Linasofia

📜 Guy of Gisborne - The Tavern by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 Guy of Gisborne Moodboard by Aduialel

📜 John Thornton - Horrors & Pleasures by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 John Thornton - A Secret Is Found Out Moodboard by Sweetestgbye

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Eina's Secret by Legolasbadass

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - The Tinderbox by Lathalea

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☀️ June 9th

Trope: Coffee shop Quote: “You’ve never cared about me. Only yourself.” 📜 John Porter - Never Together by Linasofia

📜 John Proctor - Brewster's Place by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 Ray Levine - You've Never Cared About Me by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Ray Levine - Unrequited Moodboard by Lathalea

📜 Ray Levine Moodboard by Sweetestgbye

📜 Ricky Deeming - Coffee Shop by Linasofia

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - After Hours by Mismaeve

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Coffee Shop Moodboard by Aduialel

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☀️ June 10th

Trope: Kidnapped Quote: “You always told me that you’d never hurt me.”

📜 Guy of Gisborne - Coming Home by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 Guy of Gisborne Moodboard by Sweetestgbye

📜 Lucas North - Kidnapped by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Ray Levine - Kidnapped by Broken Lycan

📜 Raymond de Merville - Runaway by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 Raymond de Merville - Kidnapped by Linasofia

📜 Raymond de Merville - Kidnapped by Aduialel

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - The Heart of the Mountain Moodboard by Lathalea

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☀️ June 11th

Trope: Crossover Quote: “I could stay like this forever.” 📜 John Thornton - Modern AU by Sweetestgbye

📜 Scott White - Only Forever by Fizzyxcustart

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Among the Stars by Linasofia

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Battle Wounds by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 Thorin Oakenshield, Ray Levine - Middle Earth's Next Top Model by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 Thorin Oakenshield Crossover Moodboard by Aduialel

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - The Crossover by Lathalea

📜 Thorin Oakenshield, Raymond de Merville - Bunnele by Linasofia

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☀️ June 12th

Trope: Oblivious of feelings Quote: “How dare you!”

📜 Guy of Gisborne - The Assasin and the Deputy by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 John Proctor Moodboard by Sweetestgbye

📜 Raymond de Merville - Oblivious by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Raymond de Merville Moodboard by Sweetestgbye

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Catch Me If You Can Moodboard by Lathalea

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Stolen Moments by MiddeEarthPixie

📜 Thorin Oakenshield and Raymond de Merville - Bunnele by Linasofia

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☀️ June 13th

Trope: Comfort Quote: “It was the best day of my life.”

📜 Guy of Gisborne - Comfort by Fizzyxcustard

📜 John Porter - Waiting by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 John Proctor Moodboard by Sweetestgbye

📜 John Thornton Moodboard by Linasofia

📜 John Thornton - Bridal Tour by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 John Thornton - Comfort Moodboard by Losteainfalls

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - The Best Day of My Life by Lathalea

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☀️ June 14th

Trope: Lies Quote: “I wish I could go back.”

📜 Lucas North - Hurt by MiddleEarthPixie

📜 Lucas North - Lies by Fizzyxcustard

📜 Raymond de Merville Moodboard by Sweetestgbye

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Campfire Antics by Dumbassunderthemountain

📜 Thorin Oakenshield - Lies & Regret Moodboard by Lathalea

📜 Thorin Oakenshield Moodboard by Linasofia

📜 Moodboard Masterlist by Lostrainfalls (aka Shalinizhara) 📜

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Happy reading! 🍹

Armitage Summer Splash masterlists:

💦 WEEK 1 | WEEK 2 | WEEK 3 | WEEK 4 | WEEK 5

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years

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May I request camping fluff with Caranthir with his edain s/o (fem), maybe a little spicy near the end (if you don't mind ofcourse)

featuring caranthir x reader

fandom tolkien the silmarillion

a/n Here you are @darkofheart110 sorry you waited for long— I hope this is what you wanted. I didn't go too spicy because I don't think Caranthir is the type of character for outdoor sex and play 😂. Anyways hope you like it. Inspired by @i-did-not-mean-to and @shalinizhara writings.

When you woke, there was smile on your face.

You felt the familiar iron grip around your waist— keeping you close to the chest pressed against you back.

But your felt nothing but warmth and a sense of safety— no where else would this feeling arise.

It was only here— only when your beloved was here, cradling you close to him and keep away from harm.

You caressed his hand- so much larger than your hand, stronger too.

Slowly as you could you turned your head to him.

It wasn’t fair you weren't an elleth.

You didn’t have the light and gracefulness that an elleth could have.

Many times you felt jealous seeing the beautiful elleths all around.

They were beautiful, strong and held so much grace in one little movement.

But time to time the ellon— who’s arms you were currently being held in— he didn’t seem to care.

When your eyes trailed all the elleths- his eyes remained on you; protecting and caring for you.

Though belonging to the House of Haleth has its goodness— like your height, fairness and strength— your clumsy feet mocked you.

Maybe there was another reason they kept out of war.

You reached behind and ran you finger as softly as you could—hoping it felt like the touch of a leaf or even the light breeze—over his high cheekbone.

The softness was a huge comparison- especially when Caranthir’s face was always strict and stoic- not one emotion clear on it, other than the usual scowl he had.

While his grip was strong, he did provide enough space for you to move at night if needs be.

You tend to either have him spoon you or cuddle into his arms and warm chest— which your head upon his chest.

You prayed to Eru not to wake him.

He looked very peaceful right now— with his (and dare you say it) long eyelashes resting on his cheeks—and the last thing you wanted to do was wake him from this bliss and face the reality— what was happening, the danger of the oath he took upon himself.

Having turned in his arms, you brought hand back to his face and caressed it deeply.

The warm spring breeze made the woods feel at ease— nothing destroyed this tranquility.

Caranthir’s idea of camping and hunting with you, didn’t exactly involve any hunting.

It was your excuse to get away from everyone and hide away in the woods— just the two of you.

You had to admit you liked the idea of having your ellon all to yourself.

Caranthir didn’t have to be a prince or a lord right now.

He didn't have to face the world for what it was and how it viewed him.

Right now, he was simply your husband.

Right now, the outside world, reality or the oath didn’t exist.

Only the both of you existed.

At that moment thanked Varda, the queen of the stars.

Caranthir was the one you could hold onto— he was like a dream come true, always touching your heart.

It was something pure— a pure miracle to be here and held by him to your eyes.

For only in his eyes could you see the world, the future and the tender of love that itself wrapped around you.

He consoled you with touches that sparked your soul— fluttering your heart.

You lifted your head softly pressed your lips against Caranthir’s lips.

Nothing rushed- just a little peak.

At least that’s all you tended- your husband, however. . .

You gasped when Caranthir suddenly gripped onto your hips and pushed you back down onto the blankets, then giggled as he hovered over you— with his dark

hair— the morning glimmer of the sun's light shining on it, but it was still the strong black color, nothing could lighten it— draped over his forehead.

The frown on his face could be mistaken for scowl.

“What are you doing, woman?”

His voice made your heart skip a beat.

You heard that voice all day and every day.

Whispers at night or when he breathed little nothings into ear as you made love.

It still took your breath away.

It was rough, deep and almost dangerous.

But it teased your heart.

It was warm and nothing could compare to it.

You bit your bottom lip— feeling particularly bold.

“Kissing you awake?”

His eyebrows came closer together as he frowned deeper— his rubicund face reddening a little more.

Caranthir guided his hand to your mouth and released your bottom lip from in between your teeth.

His fingers gripped you chin— the thumb tugging at your bottom lip for moment.

Your husband possessively stroked the flesh there.

“I wouldn't agree that was kiss.”

“Then, why won't you show me what a kiss is like, Cara?”

He glared down at you, then crashed his lips onto your awaiting lips— taking the breath away from your lungs at that exact moment.

He kissed you deep and passionate, not sparing you a moment when he slips his tongue in your mouth to kiss you properly.

He still tastes of the spiced wine you shared last night.

You moaned at the least and tried to bring him closer than possible.

Caranthir grip on your hips tightened.

“Y/N. . . Be careful what you wish for” he breathed into your ear.

Parting from for a moment so you could catch the breath he pulled out of you.

“If it's you— there is nothing I shall fear for, my love.”

You replied, completely breathless— entrusting yourself to him completely.

He dove in for another kiss and pulled your fragile body— trembling in need—closer to him.

You were in for a long morning— where Caranthir assured the word spoken by your lips would be just his name alone.

Taglist: @middleearthsweetheart

#caranthir imagine #caranthir x reader #caranthir #caranthir silmarillion #the silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien elves #eunoiawrites #answered

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sorisooyaa · 2 years

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Haldir

Haldir in black and white with a little bit of red

#haldir #the lord of the rings haldir #the lord of the rings #haldir of lothlorien #haldir of lorien #haldir lives #helms deep #soriyaa graphics #shalinizhara grahpics #haldir edit gifs #black and white with a little bit of red

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blairsanne · 2 years

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Online persona vs real life. Made here. (Starting a new thread cuz the last one was HUGE.)

Tagging for fun: @sketch-and-write-lover @i-did-not-mean-to @laurfilijames @sebbymylove16 @shalinizhara @midearthwritings @werelywrites - and anyone else who wants to!

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fizzyxcustard · 2 years

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HEYA FIZZY!!

Hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself! Missing you! Love you lots!

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

Thank you queen!

- Shalini! <33

Hello, my darling! I'm trying to keep well - got a lot of pain in my neck and left shoulder at the moment. I don't know whether it's repressed tension/stress or I've slept funny. Hahahaha! How are you doing, beautiful? All okay?

At the moment, and don't laugh, I probably identify with Elsa from Frozen the most. "Conceal, don't feel." That's how I'm feeling with my grief. I'm trying to hide it so it's coming through as aching in my body.

The one food that I can think of disliking as a child but liking as an adult is an egg custard tart. I'm not sure how many people have ever heard of one.

The weirdest encounter with a stranger? Ummmm. I've had unusual things happen, like people randomly stroke my hair. I had one man who was handing out books in Cardiff, tell me that he could tell I was a spiritual person and I told him I'm a Christian. Oh, and then there was a guy at the bus stop when I was in college who was just eery and kept saying "You're nice" and asking for my number. hahahaha!!!!

I have black tea with milk and half a sugar. When it comes to coffee, I prefer a latte with one sugar or a chai. :)

#ask #autumnal asks #shalinizhara

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middleearthpixie · 2 years

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Heyy I can I ask you? 🥰

Who wrote your all time favorite fanfic and what is it?:

What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?

Fandom you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Weirdest trope you love?

Thank you!! 💖

-Shalini.

You can ask me anything!! 💜

My all time favorite fanfic... Oh, I've read so many over the last few months, and I've loved them all, and trying to choose the favorite would be like trying to choose a favorite child. A weenie answer, but I don't think I can choose one. :)

I wish my Thorin/Seren store - Someone to Watch Over Me got more love. It was one of the first ones I wrote, and it was before I knew many people in the fandom, so it got some love, but not much. Like More Than Meets the Eye, the heroine is disguised as a boy, and it follows AUJ almost to a mirror degree and I had so much fun writing it... Especially the way she interacts with the rest of the Company (Thorin knows she's a girl but no one else does... at first.)

Fandom I haven't written for yet? Probably an RA RPF (is that a separate fandom from the Hobbit? It must be, right?) I have a few ideas floating around, so, it might still happen...

Weirdest trope that I love? I tried to think of one before, but really can't come up with any. I'm sure I'll think of at least three though, once I hit post...

Thank you for these !! I love this game. 💜

#ask game #ask me anything #shalinizhara

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midearthwritings · 2 years

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Day 19: Fishing

You follow Dwalin along as he goes to fish in the frozen lake.

Paring: Dwalin x Reader

Warning: None

Author's Note : I'm in love with Dwalin, that's all I have to say.

Standing quietly, you watched him cut a circle in the thick ice, his arms muscles working with each movement. Dwalin probably felt you staring because he stopped to glance up at you.

“Ye can sit here while I do that,” he mumbled, pointing at the wooden stool he had brought along.

Without a word, you obliged. You knew Dwalin was not happy to have you here. Not because he did not want to have you around, but because he cared too much about your wellbeing.

“Oh for the Love of Mahal!” you had pleaded, “let me come along!”

“Yer stayin’ home.” Dwalin had replied, putting several tools into his backpack. “Tis too cold outside.”

It had been a heated, long-lasting arguing session, and you both had raised your voice at each other. But in the end, you had won, and here you were, sitting in the middle of a frozen lake, wrapped up in one of his thickest coats.

Once he was done digging a hole large and deep enough, Dwalin picked up his fishing rod and sat down next to you, onto the iced surface. Guilt washed over you as you watched him do so. His garments would end up soaked and he would be the one getting sick.

While he plunged the line of the rod into the cold water, you reached out and gently caressed his cheek with the back of your hand.

“Are you still angry at me?” you asked. He did not flinch away from you, but he did not lean into your touch either. With a quiet sigh, you buried your hand back into the coat’s pocket.

“Yeh,” he simply replied, absentmindedly scratching the wooden part of his rod with his thumbnail. “Yer gonna get sick.”

You bit your bottom lip. You hated fighting with him. Mostly because you were both stubborn and some of your arguments had lasted for days on end.

Slowly, as if not to startle him, you stood up. The ice creaked under your boots, but you were not worried in the least. You plopped down between his legs, letting out a suprised hiss when the ice bit through your pants, and nestled yourself against his chest.

Through his several layers of clothing, you could hear the soft whispers of his heart. You could remember perfectly the first time you had listened to his heartbeat. It had been surprisingly quiet and shy when you had been expecting the sound of a hammer working in the forge. Yet, your warrior’s heart had been beating gently, conveying all the love he had for you.

“I’m sorry, Dwalin,” you said as you closed your eyes, breaking the silence. ‘I should not have yelled at you, nor should I have pressured you to take me with you.”

Above you, Dwalin huffed, amused. Yet, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you knew he forgave you. You smiled and silently prayed to Mahal that you would catch a large fish today so you would be able to cook Dwalin a nice dinner as a thank you for putting up with your tantrums.

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