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tackytigerfic · 3 months
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Sending this ask to you because I've seen your comments under their fics but toomuchplor is such an insane writer, I need to rave. I've literally spent the last two months working through all the hp they've written and it still isn't enough 😭 it's all so clever and perfect and ugh I will always get overwhelmed with the joy of discovering a great author
Yes, Anon, totally agree! I think I've read most of Plor's work over the last few months, and that's one of the most exciting things about fandom to me—getting to fall headfirst into a writer's work and just enjoy every word. @toomuchplor come and get your love!
Here are links to my two favourite Plor fics:
O Come, All Ye Faithful - absolutely beautiful, tightly-written, and very moving. One of those fics I desperately wish I could have written.
I've Got a Beautiful Feeling - charming, realistic, and extremely hot long-term relationship sex. I'm a real sucker for smut that feels very in-character, and this is a brilliant example of that.
Plus, while I'm here let me drop the links to five newer Drarry fics I've loved recently (this is no way exhaustive, I've not been reading a lot and I'm sure I've missed loads, plus my brain being what it is 😅)
Crossed Wires by @skeptiquewrites - laser sharp political fic and absolutely brimming with the best sort of tension (ie sexual I SAID WHAT I SAID), Tee is the sort of writer I would love to be. By Any Other Name by @dracognition - funny and chaotic and so rich and energetic, i rocketed through this absolute delight. Nothing Gold Can Stay by @moonflower-rose - this is a heartbreaker and heart healer all at once, feels like an absolute classic to me and one of my favourite "glimpse of another universe" fics ever. Clear Skies, Full Hearts by @sorrybutblog - full of the best sort of sporting fic energy, while balancing that with gorgeously clean writing and a bone-deep sense of pining. Loved it. Heart to Hearth by @jtimu - brilliant world-building, perfect pacing, and the most organic and charming relationship arc. An absolute treat.
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bookshelfdreams · 4 months
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yk when you see someone share a finished handmade item that they clearly spent a lot of time and money on and it's just. The absolute tackiest thing you have seen in your life. And then you ask yourself why someone would waste all those resources on such an eyesore.
(no, of course you can't relate to that because you're a much nicer person than me)
In any case.
BEHOLD!
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A wool coat!
The top fabric is handwoven and handspun, the whole thing is sewn by hand, too.
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Leftovers. Barely anything, all things considered, which is very satisfying.
This thing took me well over 3 years to make, on and off. And now I'm done.
Thank you for your attention.
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shriika · 3 months
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this is how i win *loses*
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doushitemacaron · 3 months
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Uuhm Lucifer. You made all of hell themed like a circus, I'm pretty sure you don't get to call anyone else out for being tacky.
(Also, you have a snake and an apple on your hat soooo)
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mildmayfoxe · 4 months
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STAY ★ TRUE || patreon print for dec / shop
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fecto-forgo · 7 months
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kirbtober day 6 -royalty
king and queen.
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shiftythrifting · 3 months
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Found in Washington State. I wanted to buy all of these but only ended up getting the mugs
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marblerose-rue · 1 year
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click for better quality!
hey, are you listening to me? / silverstream x graystripe
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cursehole · 1 month
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scyllas-revenge · 5 months
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Just read your “leap of faith” fic for Legolas and I have say I absolutely adore your writing style! Would it be possible for you to do a drabble or some rough ideas on what he would act like in the morning after waking up?
Thank you so much!! Honestly, that wasn't a fic I really planned to write more of, but your ask got my extremely rusty brain back to writing, so thank you! I'm not sure I succeeded at the style I was going for here, but it was fun to give it a try. I hope you like it!
(and @heilith I remember you requested to be tagged in my next Legolas content, so here you go!)
Leap of Faith, Part 2
aka even more Only One Bed shenanigans
Legolas/reader (gender-neutral)
Word count: 1100
Rating: G
Read part 1 here!
Legolas wakes to the sound of his name, but does not hurry to open his eyes. Your voice is a thing of beauty, as it always is, and he sighs a soft smile at the sound, willing the outside world away.
Soon his name is on your lips again, a bit more insistently this time. He shakes his head faintly. Not yet. Mortal sleep is a new experience for him, and he would indulge in it a few moments more. 
Now your hand presses against his shoulder. Regretfully, Legolas allows himself to be jostled into real wakefulness at last, where he finds you lying beside him, soft morning light streaming in through the inn’s faded curtains.
Your body is still curled toward him under the blankets. 
Concern pinches at your brow as you study him. You have never seen him sleep with his eyes closed—is he unwell? But then, perhaps elves never feel unwell. The wry laugh in your words does not fully disguise the sudden pain behind your eyes—perhaps you are reminded, as he so often is, of the immeasurable gulf between you, mortal and immortal, human and elf.
But you were never one to dwell overmuch on such heavy matters—you rest a hand against his forehead, half-teasing, as though to check for fever. Burning up, you inform him, your solemn pronouncement betrayed by the grin playing on your lips. Alas, he is quite unwell indeed! You fear his days are numbered. He had best get his affairs in order.
Legolas does not return your laugh. He will feel unwell in truth, he knows, the moment he must rise from this bed and carry on his journey with you, pretending he did not hear you whisper his name in your sleep, pretending he did not succumb to mortal dreams by your side. But he must give you an answer, and such a confession will not do. 
He was curious, he admits at last. It is no lie—not even a half-truth, for he is burning with curiosity, has burned ever since he met you. It is a weak answer, but it seems to satisfy you, and you smile at him more earnestly. 
Your hand still rests on his forehead, as though you’d quite forgotten to remove it. 
Have you shifted nearer to him? He does not think so. Yet the distance between you now seems unbearably small, intimate, your legs half-entwined under the blankets, his hair touching yours on your pillow. Nearly a lover’s embrace.
It is improper, Legolas thinks to himself, the instinct to scramble back rising in his throat. His curiosity has always warred with nervousness around you, the desire to at once surge forward and retreat often keeping him at a standstill entirely. But you speak again, and his eyes are drawn to the movement of your lips, so hypnotizing that you are forced to repeat yourself twice before he understands. 
Has his curiosity been satisfied, then? Now that he has had a taste of mortal sleep? Your eyes crinkle with laughter, the sound dancing soft and intimate between you. Mortal sleep is quite dull, after all, and you fear he must be disappointed. You shake your head ruefully, your hand leaving his forehead only to brush, agonizingly, against his cheek as you draw away—
“No.” Legolas's hand grasps your retreating wrist before you are aware of it.
His voice is still soft, the half-hushed restraint of early morning that you, like all mortals, seem to favor, but you cannot fail to sense the change in it, a flame igniting the word, low and rasping and hungry.
You lay frozen for a moment, your lungs scarcely drawing breath. But an answering flame sparks behind your eyes, and you raise your brow at him. “No...you are not disappointed? Or no, you are not satisfied?”
Softly you return your hand to Legolas’s face, your fingers trailing tentatively over his cheekbone, his jaw, the shell of his ear, shaped so unlike your own. His heart soars at your touch, and he laughs softly for sheer joy. “How could you disappoint me?" His hand falls to your waist, drawing you nearer. "In the waking world and in sleep, there is delight to me in all you do.”
“I am glad.” Heat blooms on your cheeks, but your fingers continue to play over his face, his neck, his hair, and your smile now is a thing of fire. You lean in closer than ever, and he wishes it might burn him. “And how could I satisfy you?”
Oh, there can be no doubt, now, that you feel as he does. The little bedroom seems suddenly to be made of gold, the morning sun sinking into his skin as though this is the first sunrise ever to grace Middle-Earth, the world born anew before him. Yet for all his elation Legolas knows not how to answer—he wants too much, far more than he can ask of you, and he fears his curiosity will never be satisfied.
Smiling all the wider for his silence, you take pity on him, tapping a playful finger against his chest as though in thought. “Perhaps I might tell you what I dreamed of last night. Will that do?” 
Your touch burns over his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, until your thumb sweeps softly over his lower lip. He swallows hard. He sees your sleeping face again, branded into his memory, your lashes fluttering, lips parting as you murmur his name. No, he thinks. It is not enough. “Perhaps you might show me instead.”
There is a heat beyond fire in your smile now, a heat to rival the rising sun. You know as well as he that this alone will not satisfy either of you, that this will begin something new and terrifying, a leap of faith far greater than the one he had taken last night in lying down beside you and closing his eyes. Yet he does not mean to retreat, and nor, it seems, do you. 
“Hmm. It will do, for a start.” 
Legolas is still chuckling fondly at your answer when you press his name against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair. As you pull his body flush against yours, sighing as he parts your lips to taste the joy and trust and desire on your tongue, his fears and doubts vanish like summer fog, for he knows you have faith in each other utterly. 
He knows that when you take this leap together, you will fly.
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pandakong · 21 days
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Capypril Day 5 - Free
Free to swim about, free to try out making stamps again
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shopwitchvamp · 1 year
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nano30cm · 2 months
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they're gym buddies :)
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ndostairlyrium · 7 days
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grey hair, fluff, and murrine 🔮
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mew-ya · 2 months
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hey u like pink shit right
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x-v4mp3y3lin3r-x · 8 months
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you know Monster High is doing alternative fashion well when you open an Instagram doll leak's comments and they're all "ewwww it's so ugly and clashing" like yeah? and? some of y'all need to go out and witness transgender faggotry because u are tooooo fucking boring
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