one of my favourite things about fanfiction is I can almost always find some way to contact the author, the actual human being who sat down and wrote this collection of words that I love so much and scream at them
and usually they scream back and it’s a wonderful exchange of happy
you just can’t do that with published authors. You can scream, but you’re screaming into a Lovecraftian void and they almost never have the chance to scream back
I love fanfic authors so much. thanks for letting me scream at you about things we mutually love
as a fanfic reader and writer I also love this thing
dude. as a fanfic writer this is like, my life. I’m not writing this for money I’m writing it so someone can message me and be like “THEN HE DID THE THING” and me go “YEAH OMG OMG I KNOW WHEN I WROTE THAT I WAS LIKE HE MUST TO THE THING!!!!”
it’s so…. it’s so needed to have this kind of contact.
thranduil sleeps calmer knowing even if his son married a dwarf at least he married The Supermodel dwarf and singlehandedly crushed the hopes of single dwarves and dwarrowdams everywhere
@determamfidd here’s Aragorn after the long awaited gigolas kiss
This scene made me act almost identically to Aragorn lol
AHHHHH DARLING STRIDERPANTS, it is okay, it is over now (lol not it isn’t, it’s about to get worse hahahaha)
THIS IS AWESOME – I love his expression SO MUCH – just so much weariness and relief! THANK THE VALAR, I can finally FINALLY FINALLY stop pretending i don’t know what these two honourable DORKS are thinking, finally I can sleep without suffocating in an atmosphere made of 90% longing and 10% idiocy
you’ve got his body language down SO PERFECTLY –
he is so so Done, his new title will be King of Gondor Arnor and DONE
i can practically hear the thud as his head hits the mast! And the flop of his arms, the sag of his back, lmao – such a brilliant choice of pose, and I ADORE YOUR SHADING, ahhh! This is so awesome, thank you forever and ever and ever!!
A small Sansukh-verse drabble for you (featuring Gimris, Thranduil, Frerinith, and Mumblebee the stuffed bumblebee).
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Thranduil looked down from his conversation with his son-in-law’s sister at the insistent tugging on his robes. The small child doing the tugging let go of his clothing and lifted the arm that wasn’t clutching a bumblebee toy to himself in the air. Obviously he wasn’t tall enough to climb on to the couch on his own.
“Uppy!” demanded the tiny dark-skinned child (whose name might start with an F? Or was the middle one the F-child?).
The lady Gimris sighed. “Where are your clothes, Frerin?”
Thranduil carefully noted that this child – who was garbed only in some sort of loosely-fitting undergarment – was, in fact, Frerin.
Frerin grinned. “Gone!”
Gimris scowled. “Did you drop your clothes in the toilet again?”
“Not telling!” Turning back to Thranduil, he insisted again, “Up!”
Gimris turned back to Thranduil. “You don’t have to take him if you don’t want to.”
“It’s quite alright, my lady,” said Thranduil. “I find children … refreshing.”
Giving him a look that might under less charitable circumstances be considered suspicious, Gimris stood up. “If you say so, King Thranduil. If you’ll excuse me, I should see if I can find this one’s clothes.”
“Of course.”
“Bye-bye, Auntie!”
Having some experience with recalcitrant children, Thranduil set aside his wineglass and settled the child on his lap, a process which was spoiled by Frerin’s immediate turning around to look at his impromptu seat.
“Mista elfy king?”
Thranduil looked down to see the child clutching his stuffed toy in one hand and a fistful of his robes in the other. Joy.
“Yes, child?”
“You like honey candiesh?”
Where was the child going with this?
“I am somewhat fond of them, but I must admi-” His speech was cut off by a small fist unceremoniously shoving a rather sticky candy into his mouth.
Blinking, Thranduil decided that he would rather not think too hard about the provenance of the candy.
idk idk i love legs and gimli terribly much i wanted to draw their profiles
i do hope we all know of this post because i live my life by it
i thought it’d be an interesting coincidence if legolas was considered plain by elvish standards for features they’d associate with dwarves like square jawline, short forehead, a musclier build, marks on the skin, a short nose that sticks out rather than an elven ideal of a long flat one, split ends and an unkempt hair; and evil tongues would even say he’d be better off with those ‘naugrim’ and in the end he really goes off and actually marries a dwarf
Aw Yiss 