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ghiva-shel · 2 years
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*Thorin and Bilbo skipping stones on lake*
Bilbo: It’s such a beautiful evening.
Thorin, whispering: Take that you fucking lake
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ghiva-shel · 2 years
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Do you write for the elves to or just the dworfs?
I take any LOTR/TH requests :))
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ghiva-shel · 2 years
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Hey are you still taking Request?
At this instance I won’t be creating any new ones, however if you drop one, I will make amends to it as soon as I’m free :))
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ghiva-shel · 2 years
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Hi ! I love your pictures and incorrect-quotes of Thorin and Bilbo it made me laugh too much, Thorin is so much a meme by himself it makes me want to draw your incorrect-quotes aha
I am purely honoured dearest! Your appreciation means so much, and oh darling I would be too honoured if you drew any of my incorrect quotes. Do as you will, and I will enjoy your creations. Thank you so much for all your love! <333
- Nicole
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ghiva-shel · 2 years
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no thank you they happily raised Frodo together, thorin is just camera shy and that’s why he wasn’t in lotr
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ghiva-shel · 2 years
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Thorin screencap redraw I did, it's of when he's watching Azog under the ice
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ghiva-shel · 2 years
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Hello! Can I have a matchup for Lotr and/or Harry Potter (Marauders era preferably)? Thanks!
I’m an INFP slytherin. My enneagram is counter phobic 6w5 and my moral alignment is chaotic good. I’m about 5’1”. I have dark brown (almost black) layered hair with curtain bangs. I have dark brown almond shaped eyes and tan skin. My pronouns are she/them and I’m bi (although I prefer guys). I'm a bit quiet and introverted but once I trust you enough to open up I tend to be sarcastic and tease. I don’t trust easily, but once I do I’m very loyal. I’m also a very passionate person who feels emotions very deeply. I like doing adventurous stuff and exploring (intellectually and physically). I love to try and understand things from different perspectives, however I don’t always agree with them. I LOVE music (anything from rock to classical). I like to read, write, and watch movies (fantasy, action, sci-fi, or mystery). I do martial arts and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE daggers (I also train with nunchucks, staffs, double stick, and butterfly knife, but daggers are my favorite). I love fashion and my style/aesthetic ranges from dark academia to vintage. I like silver rings a lot. I play piano, ukulele, sing, draw, and anything creative. I was very active and competitive as kid (I still am) and overtime I honed into the skills or activities I felt passionate about. I feel very connected to air and water. My fighting style and how I move is much like those elements: very smooth but can be quick and sharp. I’d like to think I’m strong— both mentally and physically— but it’s more of a quiet strength. I’m confident in who I am and what I can do even if it doesn’t fit the way things normally are. I find my own way to express, defend, and present myself.
Thank you :)
YOUR SOULMATE FROM THE LORD OF THE RINGS IS…. FARAMIR!
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Background information:
Faramir grew up very envious of you and his brother, not as individuals but you being close together.
He always admired your agility and became easily entranced with your trainings. The young man would always observe from a distance, and run away whenever you shouted remarks. He didn’t have the nerve to face with his feelings.
You were always comfortable around him, he gave you peace and brought relaxation with his heavy stare, and firm mood. Unlike Boromir he was always stable, and his continued nature gave you hope.
Faramir never openly showcased his feelings, and often hid them behind his eyes, who couldn’t lie to you. In the end everyone knew of his feelings, except you. His older brother would always tease him, about the heart eyes he makes when he sees you. His mask only dropped when he saw you.
You enjoyed his closeness, and presence, however you were never sure about his thoughts. Therefore you pushed and pulled him away, to get a reaction from him. His reactions restrained to half eyebrow rises, or sharp inhales, that were as common as hobbits in Gondor.
Faramir carries all of his feelings for you inside of him, and would only awkwardly, and randomly brush your hand with his palm.
When you became of age, finally becoming a maiden, Faramir surprised you with a gift. It was a beautifully engraved with floral patterns, dagger, with a dark-green emerald at its handle. — Don’t take this as a favour. I noticed how you looked at my dagger, Boromir said you could like the gift — of course it was a lie, his brother had nothing to do with it.
He gently brushed your hand, when placing the handle into your hand, after taking off the sheath. Or was it you who extended her fingers just to feel his warm skin?
After this moment, he would always provoke you in order to make you smile, he would trade his soul to Sauron to see you smile again.
He was often intrigued in how you easily changed between being impulsive and sharp, to becoming passive and approachable. It always made him cross his eyebrows in thought.
The first affection you presented to him, and the first one he returned was when he first left on his fathers command. It was the first longest time you were apart.
The atmosphere felt heavy when he arrived on his horse, and jumped off mid way when he saw you waiting. For a second you couldn’t find words, and exchanged smiles.
“Dearest Emmilia, you can’t begin to wonder how much I missed that smile of yours.”, with these words he picked your hands and kissed them gently, lifting his eyes and meeting yours.
Even though you could always defend yourself, you always felt enclosed when Faramir would stand up for you. You were taken care of, and knew he cares for you very much.
YOUR SOULMATE FROM HARRY POTTER (MARAUDERS ERA) IS…. REMUS!
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Young Lupin from your first year at Hogwarts was always enchanted by you. You were always the competitive child, and he was the one in the shadows.
In your seventh year you were paired in Herbology, you always saw him initiate small touches between you. He always asked to borrow a quill, accidentally touching your hand.
He began making fun of your height, always relaxing his head on your head. You didn’t like it, and found it insulting, however he was trying to get your attention.
After the remaining years, he still rested his head on your head, and it became an inside joke with you. He also began kissing the top of your head.
At the beginning of your study together, you were introduced to the marauders, they were reluctant to you, with equal prejudice. However Remus was the thing that kept you all together.
When you were both 16, he got into a fight with James, after he called you a filthy snake, after you “sabotaged” his potions class.
Remus didn’t have the guts to as you out, although everybody saw that he cherished you very much.
You were the first one to find out about his lycanthropy, he confessed after you kept impassively asking about his scars. You were always the one who put him together, after a rough full moon.
The night before your OWLS you studied together, with the radio playing. Remus turned the radio up, and swayed to the rhythm of the song, after a few seconds he crossed your desks and persuaded you to rise.
He embraced you, placing his hands on your waist, you slow-danced together to Blue Moon by Dean Martin, and after a few remarks from Lupin you laughed only to lift your head and see stars in his eyes.
He proceeded to lay a kiss on your lips, he wanted to be careful, however you were the first one to kiss him. You showed him that you want this, and you’re willing to give up all to be with him.
When you finished your years at hogwarts, Remus disappeared after you tried to find him in the Hogwarts Express. You were thinking about his disappearance for the entire journey, ignoring everyone.
When you finally arrived at platform 9 3/4, you carried your cases, nearly falling over. You were one of the last ones to go out, you still had hope Remus would find you.
After trying to move with both of your cases, your jacket caught on the seat. You frowned in fury and annoyance. You almost snatched the piece of fabric.
“Need a hand?”, you lifted your gaze and met Remus, who already took one of your bags. You were both relieved and annoyed.
He appeared with a smirk, as if he knew you were annoyed at his disappearance.
He took you to his parents house, and introduced you. You were wholeheartedly welcomed by Hope and Lyall Lupin.
Mrs. Lupin couldn’t help herself and invited you to stay over, when she prepared a bedroom for you, she inquisitively questioned about her son and you.
When you were ready for bed, Remus sneaked in, and lied next to you on your covers,”Sorry for leaving you alone darling. I had..I had other things to make sure”, he caressed your cheek, and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, between the flickering of the candle.
From that moment you knew, Remus loved you from the beginning, and even though he never asked, you knew you were his girlfriend.
“You’re my sun. You’re my moon and stars, Emmilia. You know that right?”, he whispered in your ear as you fell asleep in his arms.
A/N: this is my first ever s/o match-up, and I’m sincerely hoping you’ll like it dearest Emmilia! This has been very fun and relaxing to make. I hope you’re satisfied with how I matched you. If you’re not, please let me know, I’m more than happy to give you headcanons with any character you wish <33
Thank you for requesting @silverblades <33
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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you are truly the sweetest, I couldn’t be more happy to know I brought so many people happiness, and that happiness is now reignited by your works. 🤍
Lots of love,
Nicole <33333
His Majesty's Stunt
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Pairing: Thorin x Reader (Thorin x wife!reader)
Warnings: pure fluff and lots of it.
A/N: Bases on this imagine by @ghiva-shel.
I have been feeling just so down lately, to a point I know I am not taking care of myself. But this imagine called made me smile and I wanted create something short with it. I hope this makes someone else smile today. I love you my readers ♥
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You had finally managed to escape from your royal duties. The entire week had been packed with meetings and decision makings for you. Not to mention, Kili and Tauriel's wedding coming up. You and Dís had taken full responsibility in planning the wedding.  One thing after another toppled over you, and you struggled to juggle them. As queen, you were expected to keep a straight smiling face and work well under pressure. It killed you though, having to wear the appropriate clothes and dresses, and gesture in a formal manner, all while you mind screamed at you. Your heart raced with every passing second, needing to get one task done, then move onto the next.  You were sure, you had lost some weight do to your constant panic and stress. Somedays you could barely eat, feeling sick and utterly worried in how to finish everything you were juggling. And while your sister in law promised to help, there's only so much she can do, and you could allow her to do.  Many responsibilities rested on your shoulders that you simply couldn't handle over to Dís or anyone else. Some things has to done by you, and by you alone. It wreaked you, day in and day out. And so when you finally got a chance to be free from the kingdom's rulings, you instantly abandoned your queen's attire and met up with your closest friends. Each of them, and including yourself, catching up on life. It had simply been too long since you felt free; just tension free. You gossiped alongside them, something unwise, and myebe not even right thing for a queen to do. But these were your closest friends, you were allowed to act as yourself now. They didn't expect the queen of Erebor, they expected you. Their full of jokes and laughter, Y/N. Yes, it was just the plain old you. No responsibilities, no tasks, no duties. Certainly, no damned sitting still and looking pretty business. And even though this was only for a few hours, it was something quite refreshing. The load and heaviness of the queen under the mountain's crown didn't weigh on your head right now. You loved your kingdom, ruling it alongside your husband and king. But you still needed that little solace of just being away for a few hours, to have the time to calm and recollect yourself. Right now, it was like you can breathe again. Just letting your lungs have the fresh crisp of air they have been craving for so long. You didn't need to straighten your shoulders and appear as the queen. "Y/N, have you ever fallen asleep in one of those meetings?" One of you friends asked, as the conversation shifted to the trade and negotiations meetings had happened earlier this week. You respected the crown, so of course nothing said or agreed within the meetings by Thorin or suggested by one of the Lords spilled from you mouth. You had simply mentioned of the meetings, and never elaborated it- to which they understood fully why. "I'm literally fighting to keep my eyes open every second," You murmured, taking a sip of your drink, "I'm trying to figure out how to sleep with my eyes open," They laughed as you continued, "It's all these numbers and negotiations, I just want to bang my head against the table sometimes. Especially, if that husband of mine decides to create a shouting tournament," You sighed, resting your forehead against your hand for a few seconds. You frowned, hearing no response from them. Slowly lifting your head, you witnessed them looking directly behind you, looking somewhat scared and stunned.  Your forehead only creased further; confusion portraying on your features as you tried to glance behind you, "Wha--?" You didn't even get get finish your question as felt yourself being lifted up and dumped over a shoulder.  You squealed, attracting the eyes of many. For a split few seconds, you panicked, thinking you were getting kidnapped. You struggled in the hands of your intruder.  You could feel the anger rising within you for your friends, they didn't leap up to help you. But the smell of sandalwood, and a light hint of leather and oak was familiar to you.  "I’m very sorry to interrupt, but I
need my wife for a second," You breathed a sigh of relief, almost scoffing as the voice reached your ears. It boomed across, slightly scaring many onlookers.  You groaned, hearing the clear amusement lacing his noise.  No wonder your friends didn't react. Who would dare go against the king?  You yelped once again as he turned to strode away from your now giggling friends, "Thorin Oakenshield, put me down this instant!" You snapped at your husband. "Not yet." Was the only response you heard. Your groaned again, dramatically, feeling defeated as you were dangling over your husband's shoulder. "What was his majesty stunt about?" You questioned, feeling both extremely annoyed, and embarrassed because of your current state.  "What are you talking about?" Thorin asked in return. You could practically hear the smirk he was so cleverly wearing.  You gasped, feeling yourself being lifted down. Your back was immediately pressed against the walls of your chambers. Both your wrists held beside your head. You glared at the glowing sapphires before you, "i was speaking with my friends, when you so rudely pulled me away!"  "I thought if was only fair, amrâlimê," He started slowing, watching the features of your face shift into confusion, "You never even told me you will be away this evening." "I told Dís," You defended yourself. "He raised an eyebrow, before answering, "The last I checked, ghivâshelûh, you married me, not my sister."  You prevented yourself from rolling your eyes, he hated that. It it will only let this conversation take a bad turn.  Instead, you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. The forest after a spring shower, with that hint of oak and sandalwood.  Oh my, he smelled divine.... "I was looking forward in seeing you..." You smiled, feeling his lips lightly press against forehead, leaving a soft kiss there. Your husband was never the one to show affection in this form, only on the rarest of moments. But when he did, you treasured them deeply, allowing your heart to flutter and feel young.  "Really?" You asked, melting in your husband's arms within seconds. The anger you felt a few seconds ago melted away.  'Hmm.." He hummed in response, "We need to conceive that babe..." He said, stroking your stomach gently, imagining how it would swell up as you carried his child. He immediately dived down to meet your lips in a kiss. Nothing rushed, not fast, just sweet and slow, savouring your lips.  "Then let's..." You whispered against his lips, feeling shivers rackling down your spine. "After that, you shall rejoin your friends, my queen.. "  You mentally rolled your eyes. Oh how you knew, that wasn't going to happened.  You could feel it in his kiss... in his touch. Your husband wasn't about to let your go until he was sure he impregnated you.  And right now, you wouldn't have it any other way... 
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Thorin taglist (open): @lathalea @fizzyxcustard
The hobbit taglist (open): @imnotevenhere9 @i-did-not-mean-to
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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Oh my, I couldn’t be more honoured! Thank you so much for inspiring from my imagine, I am absolutely speechless. You’ve made my day! ❤️
His Majesty's Stunt
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Pairing: Thorin x Reader (Thorin x wife!reader)
Warnings: pure fluff and lots of it.
A/N: Bases on this imagine by @ghiva-shel.
I have been feeling just so down lately, to a point I know I am not taking care of myself. But this imagine called made me smile and I wanted create something short with it. I hope this makes someone else smile today. I love you my readers ♥
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You had finally managed to escape from your royal duties. The entire week had been packed with meetings and decision makings for you. Not to mention, Kili and Tauriel's wedding coming up. You and Dís had taken full responsibility in planning the wedding.  One thing after another toppled over you, and you struggled to juggle them. As queen, you were expected to keep a straight smiling face and work well under pressure. It killed you though, having to wear the appropriate clothes and dresses, and gesture in a formal manner, all while you mind screamed at you. Your heart raced with every passing second, needing to get one task done, then move onto the next.  You were sure, you had lost some weight do to your constant panic and stress. Somedays you could barely eat, feeling sick and utterly worried in how to finish everything you were juggling. And while your sister in law promised to help, there's only so much she can do, and you could allow her to do.  Many responsibilities rested on your shoulders that you simply couldn't handle over to Dís or anyone else. Some things has to done by you, and by you alone. It wreaked you, day in and day out. And so when you finally got a chance to be free from the kingdom's rulings, you instantly abandoned your queen's attire and met up with your closest friends. Each of them, and including yourself, catching up on life. It had simply been too long since you felt free; just tension free. You gossiped alongside them, something unwise, and myebe not even right thing for a queen to do. But these were your closest friends, you were allowed to act as yourself now. They didn't expect the queen of Erebor, they expected you. Their full of jokes and laughter, Y/N. Yes, it was just the plain old you. No responsibilities, no tasks, no duties. Certainly, no damned sitting still and looking pretty business. And even though this was only for a few hours, it was something quite refreshing. The load and heaviness of the queen under the mountain's crown didn't weigh on your head right now. You loved your kingdom, ruling it alongside your husband and king. But you still needed that little solace of just being away for a few hours, to have the time to calm and recollect yourself. Right now, it was like you can breathe again. Just letting your lungs have the fresh crisp of air they have been craving for so long. You didn't need to straighten your shoulders and appear as the queen. "Y/N, have you ever fallen asleep in one of those meetings?" One of you friends asked, as the conversation shifted to the trade and negotiations meetings had happened earlier this week. You respected the crown, so of course nothing said or agreed within the meetings by Thorin or suggested by one of the Lords spilled from you mouth. You had simply mentioned of the meetings, and never elaborated it- to which they understood fully why. "I'm literally fighting to keep my eyes open every second," You murmured, taking a sip of your drink, "I'm trying to figure out how to sleep with my eyes open," They laughed as you continued, "It's all these numbers and negotiations, I just want to bang my head against the table sometimes. Especially, if that husband of mine decides to create a shouting tournament," You sighed, resting your forehead against your hand for a few seconds. You frowned, hearing no response from them. Slowly lifting your head, you witnessed them looking directly behind you, looking somewhat scared and stunned.  Your forehead only creased further; confusion portraying on your features as you tried to glance behind you, "Wha--?" You didn't even get get finish your question as felt yourself being lifted up and dumped over a shoulder.  You squealed, attracting the eyes of many. For a split few seconds, you panicked, thinking you were getting kidnapped. You struggled in the hands of your intruder.  You could feel the anger rising within you for your friends, they didn't leap up to help you. But the smell of sandalwood, and a light hint of leather and oak was familiar to you.  "I’m very sorry to interrupt, but I
need my wife for a second," You breathed a sigh of relief, almost scoffing as the voice reached your ears. It boomed across, slightly scaring many onlookers.  You groaned, hearing the clear amusement lacing his noise.  No wonder your friends didn't react. Who would dare go against the king?  You yelped once again as he turned to strode away from your now giggling friends, "Thorin Oakenshield, put me down this instant!" You snapped at your husband. "Not yet." Was the only response you heard. Your groaned again, dramatically, feeling defeated as you were dangling over your husband's shoulder. "What was his majesty stunt about?" You questioned, feeling both extremely annoyed, and embarrassed because of your current state.  "What are you talking about?" Thorin asked in return. You could practically hear the smirk he was so cleverly wearing.  You gasped, feeling yourself being lifted down. Your back was immediately pressed against the walls of your chambers. Both your wrists held beside your head. You glared at the glowing sapphires before you, "i was speaking with my friends, when you so rudely pulled me away!"  "I thought if was only fair, amrâlimê," He started slowing, watching the features of your face shift into confusion, "You never even told me you will be away this evening." "I told Dís," You defended yourself. "He raised an eyebrow, before answering, "The last I checked, ghivâshelûh, you married me, not my sister."  You prevented yourself from rolling your eyes, he hated that. It it will only let this conversation take a bad turn.  Instead, you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. The forest after a spring shower, with that hint of oak and sandalwood.  Oh my, he smelled divine.... "I was looking forward in seeing you..." You smiled, feeling his lips lightly press against forehead, leaving a soft kiss there. Your husband was never the one to show affection in this form, only on the rarest of moments. But when he did, you treasured them deeply, allowing your heart to flutter and feel young.  "Really?" You asked, melting in your husband's arms within seconds. The anger you felt a few seconds ago melted away.  'Hmm.." He hummed in response, "We need to conceive that babe..." He said, stroking your stomach gently, imagining how it would swell up as you carried his child. He immediately dived down to meet your lips in a kiss. Nothing rushed, not fast, just sweet and slow, savouring your lips.  "Then let's..." You whispered against his lips, feeling shivers rackling down your spine. "After that, you shall rejoin your friends, my queen.. "  You mentally rolled your eyes. Oh how you knew, that wasn't going to happened.  You could feel it in his kiss... in his touch. Your husband wasn't about to let your go until he was sure he impregnated you.  And right now, you wouldn't have it any other way... 
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Thorin taglist (open): @lathalea @fizzyxcustard
The hobbit taglist (open): @imnotevenhere9 @i-did-not-mean-to
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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Just letting anyone who made a request know that they are on their merry way, and I will complete them soon!
I genuinely just found them in my ask box, and it has brought me to tears. Thank you for my first asks!
I hope to bring you happiness with them, and match your standards :)
Thank you so much once again,
Nicole.
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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And he took him in his arms and kissed him under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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A quick doodle. I love imaging Thorin with his hair tied up.
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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Kili: Uncle are you in love with Bilbo?
Thorin: *sweats* ……no
Kili: Then why do you draw ‘T&B’ in hearts everywhere?
Thorin: It stands for trauma and blame.
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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Bilbo: Do you take constructive criticism?
Thorin: I only take cash or credit.
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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Request info — now closed until I finalise the ones I have already :)
I’m opening my account to match ups, requests, headcanons, and imagines :)
Requests are open, feel free to drop any at any time.
Where to send your requests: Asks, DMs.
I’ll be more than happy to write about:
Harry Potter
The Hobbit
Lord of the Rings
Peaky Blinders
Game of Thrones
Once Upon a Time
A Song of Ice and Fire (some characters will vary, alias show!version vs book!version or characters who didn’t appear in the show like Arianne Martell.
I will write:
Your OC or Y/N x character of your choice between these fandoms.
Majorly fluff and angst fics, headcanons. Soft smut only (must be accepted by me if you have an idea).
Some ideas to spread awareness, that not all protagonists have to be the same, just as we are all different and beautiful because of it. To make all people who request find a perfect mirroring version to gaze upon, for example a plus-size OC.
NSFW and SFW alphabets (particularly for underrated characters).
If you’re unsure DM or ask me anyway, and I will make the judgement :)
I will refuse to write:
Strong smut
Anything to do with racism/underage sex/incest/rape/sexual abuse.
Strains that would make other readers of my blog uncomfortable and importantly myself will not be acceptable.
— Nicole.
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ghiva-shel · 3 years
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Thranduil and Thorin locked in a room together.
Thranduil: I’m guessing mutual hairbraiding is out of the question to pass the time.
Thorin: Alright
Thorin: But only to pass the time.
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