Tag: bofur

a postmodernist naked dwarf runs through your askbox. it’s a deconstruction of the dialectic narrative in erebor of privacy. as written by debord, “sexual identity is part of the futility of sexuality”, and nudity is something to be ended as a concept itself, as sexuality is in essence a dematerialist substance.

HEADCANON: DORI HATES WINDING THREAD OR WOOL UPON A SHUTTLE SO MUCH (EVEN USING A WHEEL, IT IS SO SO SOOOOO TEDIOUS) THAT HE EMPLOYS BOFUR TO MAKE SOMETHING MECHANICAL TO SPEED UP THE PROCESS

BOFUR COMES UP WITH THE BOBBIN AND THE BOAT-SHUTTLE

IT IS AN INSTANT HIT

Fris totally sings dirty (generally, not necessarily sexy) songs to make Thrain smile. Thorin practically steams at the ears when he finds out about this. Nori shark-smiles, and totally gets into a dirty-song competition, which he then proceeds to lose. Ungratefully.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

idk, I think Nori would probably win, myself!

(But lbr here, Bofur would beat them both, snrk)

And yeah, Thorin would be very dismayed to find his sweet, kind, clever little mother singing every word to the bar-room classic ‘Swinging the Pick’ with Nori. AMAD WHAT. 

😀

Oh dear I just had a sad idea after doing that drawing. Baris looks a lot like Bofur, and you said that she was especially close to him- so I imagine when she was little and Bombur and Alris were busy he would look after her or take her around town with him. And because she looks so much like him people would mistake her as being his. He would laugh it off- probably joke that he has no idea how such a lovely little lady is related to him at all- but inside it would remind him how badly he


aviva0017 said:[cont] wants a partner and kids of his own. 😦

*wibbles* AVI 

AVI NO

Thank goodness Bofur meets Gimris and the most awkward courtship in history begins. But. 

All those years watching Bombur’s family grow and grow – can’t remember how long, but it’s seventy years at least. All those years, all those kids, and Bofur wistfully dreaming of his own one day and never seeming to find it. Augh. 

Alris has found so many people passed out in her living room after going drinking with Bofur. It got much worse after Erebor was reclaimed. It wasn’t just Bofur’s mining/pub buddies, but the famous, the wealthy, the enormously talented. The crowning event – when Bofur brought Dain and Bard home at three in the morning after a long drinking sesh after a meeting. She found out about this when toddler Alfur told her that he had tripped on the nice tusky fellow and had thrown up on the stretchy man

PFFFTHAHAHAHAHA

(but where did they get a traffic cone)

welp. my heart is no longer mine. neither is my soul. heart goes to the dwarves, and the soul goes to you. am I ever gonna be over Bofur and Dori and Dwalin and Dís being the last of their families? nope. am I ever gonna be over the craddle song? nope. but it will join ‘the iron hills for me’ as ‘songs that hurt me but i’ll sing them to my cousins anyway because they seem to like it and it lulls them into a nap while i cry’

(AND GLOIN REMEMBER GLOIN TOO)

Awwwww! Thank you so much, Nonnie – also, I feel like I should send you a Custard too eep. *hugs and blankets and furry puddy tats*

aviva0017:

Beside her, Bofur stared sightlessly at nothing. Clutched in his hands was a great staff: Bombur’s staff.

So chapter 37 of Sansûkh hurt my soul ;_; determamfidd you are mean XD

AUGH AVI

AUGH

….

MORE AUGH

So gorgeous!!! Oh, his faaaaace, that EXPRESSION, his hair, his hat-!! I am gonna melt, I am gonna melt, nooo… even the detail on his nails is making my mind boggle, scuse me, you are revenged bc I gotta go sniffle into my cup of tea now. 

I love it. Thank you, so so so much.

*cries softly* ohhhh Bofur.