The Stonehelm found Thrain’s pennywhistle in the Heir’s apartments. He fixed it up and returned it to Dis, who gave it back to him. He plays it regularly. (Bomfris thinks it’s cute)

AUUUUUUUUGHHHHH I LOVE IT YES PERFECTION

*tears hair* CUTE AND ALSO PAIN

MY FAVE COMBO

Re: anon looking forward to Dis’ death – I TOTALLY GET THAT FEEL. This fic is so confusing like??? I cannot WAIT for some of my best beloved characters to kick the bucket?? What has this fic done to me?

I’m kind of excited for Dis to die? She’s going to kick ass and take names and there will be feels.

(even I’m scared of that bit, Nonnie – and I eat angst like popcorn)

Sad headcanon: Every once in a while, Thorin Stonehelm finds a personal belonging of Dis’ family in the Heir’s Apartment, and gives it to her. (The day he found Dis’ Telphor doll wedged under a pile of old sheets and brought it to her was a sad one).

OUCH.

*clears throat* I repeat – OUCH, NONNIE. OUUUUCH.

Does Dis use any of the things that her family had before the Fall of Erebor or did she pack it all away to never see the light of day again? Because I am having feels about this.

OUCH, NONNIE.

OUCH.

Yeah, I think she would tbh. Dis endures, and she weathers all pain, all storms, like the steel she is named for.

And she would swallow the little stab of pain, every time she picked up her mother’s teapot to pour a cup, or took her brother’s comb to her hair.

Royal family dwarves with actual life skills. heart eyes

*massive beaming grin* DWARVES, RIGHT?!?

Writing WIP (The Seventh & Last)

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Because while I’m writing I wanna draw, but when I’m drawing I wanna write. Screw this infinite loop level crap, and have something. ~~I can feel my Beta’s eyes burning holes in my skull.~~

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GAAAAAAAAAH MISS POP

*bites fingernails*

Dear God, let me soothe the wounds of recent chapters with the image of Thira, Alris, and Dis cooing over Stonehelm/Bomfris baby. A very cute, cuddly, drooly baby.

(preferably one that does not get nasty globbery head-colds. *sighs wearily*)

That. Is. Adorable.

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BAYBAY

Mr Headbutt probably goes on so many wacky adventures. Dwalin totally nicked him from his pride-of-place spot on the mantel in Balin’s room in their apartments and just shoved him /all over/.

I am now imagining Mr Headbutt as like, a war-ram toy equivalent of the Garden Gnome Road Trip. They just keep finding him in unexpected places.

Inside the empty soup pot in Barur’s kitchen? Check.

On top of the throne? Check.

In Dis’ wardrobe? Check.

One never knows when beady button eyes may just suddenly and startlingly appear 🙂

Sad headcanon: All the Sansukh Company members helped with the Erebor cleanup effort. The Durin ones (and Dain) had to go and clean out their family quarters. Especially painful for people who had lost family.

AUGH.

Okay, I am wibbly enough about Dwarves like Balin and Dwalin entering their family quarters… finding little remnants of their parents’ lives: a scrap of paper with Fundin’s writing on it, a broken comb, a childhood toy carefully stored, Dweris’ favourite dressing-gown, now more moth-holes than fabric…

but Dis.

Dis.

EXCUSE ME, GTG BAWL MY EYES OUT NOW.