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*before someone says it - yes i know some of these have multiple variants, just pick a damn option okay.
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Suggestion form 2024 is live
Hey everyone!
The TRSB 2024 prompt suggestions form is now open. You can access it here!
We can’t wait to see all your ideas for this year! 
If you’re not familiar with this form, this is to submit ideas for art for this year, which artists can look through for inspiration. There’s no guarantee anyone will pick up your idea, and you’re not obligated to try to claim art that matches a prompt you submitted. 
We look forward to reading all your great suggestions and seeing your art - soon!
If you’re looking for the suggestions, this is the sheet for 2024!
~TRSB 2024 Mods
We loved hearing everyone’s responses to the question we asked last week about picking prompts! You are very welcome to keep adding to those answers. Here are some takeaways and themes we noticed:
Writers really want to work on ideas that their artists are excited about! Make art that you want to read stories about. Get ready to share your enthusiasm in September at reveals, if not earlier depending on collaboration level. 
Writers that replied were trending towards focusing on: 
Length. Keep in mind that writers need to write a 5k story for TRSB. This is 2x to 4x longer than what many people might consider a ‘one shot’. The idea needs to have some meat. On the other hand, complex AUs or stories with many characters might inspire stories that authors felt would need to be very long to get right. It looks like multiple writers are looking for story ideas between 5k and 20k words.
Favourite characters.
Fit:
Ideas that leave room for creativity but give an idea of whether they might vibe well with an artist. (Including notes in the DNWs and ‘must haves’.)
Artists with matching desires for collaboration levels. Writers’ preferences cover the whole range from hands off to high collaboration. The more open-ended a prompt is, the more collaboration it will likely require.
Writers that replied were not concerned about the following. (This is a very welcoming event for artists at all skill levels!)
How ‘good’, ‘polished’, ‘complex’, or ‘advanced’ a piece of art is. 
Digital versus traditional art.
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Seven more 💍✨ That's a Witch-king of Angmar as seen by Frodo on the Weathertop!
Also, I’ve decided I'll be selling the originals after I finish all the drawings (that means after Easter). But if there is any character you'd like to have in particular you can start reserving them now. By messaging me here or on [email protected] :^)
Saruman, Legolas, Gimli, Éowyn, Faramir, Gandalf, Galadriel, Witch-king, Uruk-hai, Grishnákh, Samwise, Bilbo, Frodo and Elrond are taken!
The prices are from 50 to 80USD (shipping included). And same as last year with the dog drawings this year also all the earnings will be sent to charities. Thank you! 🌿
Rest of the characters are here and here and here!
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Happy International Women’s Day!
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Roasted chicken, ginger, daikon, shiitake mushroom soup with lime, cilantro, broccoli sprouts, and rice noodles
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It couldn't get more dystopian than the fact that we live in a world where most people are so morally apathetic that not even the massacre of children doesn’t shake their feelings; instead, they choose to ignore the suffering of others with willful ignorance. The way so many people have shown absolutely zero regard for Palestinian genocide and ethnic cleansing should terrify us all.
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If they were gonna insert a female character into the Hobbit films that wasn't in the book it should have been Dis and no one can change my mind about this
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thorin but make him a polish nobleman
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sitting here. unkissed. when will it end
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Ahhhh yes, finally some new All is Fair 😍😍❤️❤️❤️
This is one of my favourite fics ever and I'm so so happy that you are working on it again! This is a hilarious snippet and I just can't wait to read about what Thorin and Ragna (those horny idiots!❤️) will be up to next!
WIP Snippet
Thank you @fishing4stars for tagging me in this little challenge! Your snipped motivated me to work on something I haven't been working for quite a while now.
Remember All Is Fair in Love and Trade? If you do, this snippet comes from a new chapter I'm working on. Yes, really.
“Hey, Balin, What about the third reason to drink?!” Lord Dain slams his ale mug on the table. “I’m gettin’ thirsty here!” A sturdy-looking lady who sits next to him tugs at his tunic. A scar runs across her tattooed face, and you recognize her at once. Ulfhild. One of the fiercest warriors in the Iron Hills, her war hammer crushed many Orc skulls in countless battles. My bonnie wife, as Dain fondly calls her. “The third reason to drink?! You mean the third reason for you to get hammered and have a week-long hangover?!” Dain’s bonnie wife interjects, causing a wave of chuckles. “Only if ye’ll drink with me, my dove!” her husband places a wet, loud peck on her bearded cheek. Lord Balin nods politely after the chuckles subside, “Ah yes, the third cause for our merriment. I am greatly honoured to announce a joyful event. I have known our King since we were but wee bairn. That is why it warms my heart to share wonderful news with you. We are to…” “I’m dying of old age here, Balin!” Dain jumps from his chair onto the table, kicking some plates to the side and stepping right in the middle of a roasted deer on a platter. Needless to say, the aforementioned deer gives way with a soft crunch under the heavy iron sole of Dain’s boot. You can’t stop yourself from chuckling discreetly, and neither can Thorin. “Listen, everyone!” the lord of Iron Hills exclaims, his voice echoing against the walls of the chamber. “My dearest cousin, King Thorin II feckin’ Oakenshield,” he gestures at the dwarf you are madly in love with, “had the audacity to steal my best advisor right from under my nose!” he sends you a wink. “Isn’t it outrageous?!” Lord Balin clears his throat and says with a benevolent smile, “I’m not getting any younger either, dear Dain.” Some of the guests chuckle.  “I’m gettin’ to the best part! I’m talking about Ragna, the poor lass!” Lord Dain points at you, and all the eyes in the chamber turn to you once again. “I have no bloody idea what she was thinkin’, but she agreed to wed King Oaken Head here and now she’ll have to see my cousin’s ugly mug every single day!”
Hope you liked it! :) Special thanks to @legolasbadass for your invaluable feedback :)
Tagging (no pressure!) @legolasbadass @littlesweetdressmaker @sverdgeir @fizzyxcustard @asgardianhobbit98 @sotwk @frosticenow @katlime @middleearthpixie @shrimpsthings @evenstaredits. I tagged you, dear mutuals, because you're the ones we've interacted recently, but if you're not on the list and you'd like to join this challenge, you're most welcome! I'd love to see your creations! Any artwork counts, no matter if it's visual art, music, a story, a poem, or anything else you'd like to share! And of course I simply need to tag some of my lovely regular Thorin readers: @kirenia15 @peachoasis @go-wonder-boi @licensedcheek @frozenhuntress67 @yazzzmints @ruthoakenshield @justfollowtheroad  @sherala007 @jotink78 @rachel1959 @xmly-xo @mrsdurin @quiall321 @lilith15000 . I wish Tumblr allowed me to tag you all!
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legolasbadass · 2 months
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An option featuring a change of literally any kind to Lúthien not included as presumably even the mere suggestion would be catastrophic, overloading energy grids worldwide and resulting in months-long blackouts.
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legolasbadass · 2 months
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obsessed with bed.. i love bed. obsessed with pillows blankets and such literally love sleeping
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Sun and Stone 1/2
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Sun and Stone is a comfort fic requested by @linasofia (get well soon!💙). The prompts were “water” and “vetekudde”. Hope you’ll like it!
Relationships: Thorin x Reader
Rating: G
Warnings: description of sickness
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Achoo!
You were hot. And sweaty. And it was unbelievably hard to your eyes. Your nose was stuffed and taking each breath took forever. This is when you realized you were sick as a puppy. Damn your bad luck. Today Thorin was supposed to show you the legendary waterfalls of Erebor! You groaned and tried to sit up. Your joints ached in protest, so you only managed to lift your head a bit.
A coughing fit shook your body. You fell back on your pillow and closed your eyes in exhaustion.
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Thorin paced impatiently back and forth in front of the door to your chambers. Your seat at breakfast was empty, none of the Company knew where you were, and it worried him more that he was ready to admit to himself. It was going to be an important day. Straight after the meal he was supposed to take you to one of the most beautiful places in Erebor. As far as he knew, you were to be the only human to see the beauty of the Silver Fountains of Erebor, as the underground waterfalls were called. No member of the race of Men was worthy enough to see it, except you.
Why? It was you who joined the Company as they traveled through Old Forest, leaving your life behind. Thorin didn’t know that this was a fairly new life after you magically appeared in Middle Earth on a stormy night sometime earlier, leaving the modern world behind. All that mattered for him was that it was you who turned out to be of great help along the way with your keen senses, great tracking skills and knowledge of herbs and healing. Even though in the beginning Thorin was distrustful of you, he slowly changed his mind along the way, seeing how you quickly patched up everyone after the unfortunate meeting with the trolls and the subsequent fights with goblins and orcs; how you were an asset rather than a burden, always swift on your feet, never complaining, always observant. It was you who so many times warned them about incoming danger or chose the best paths for the ponies. It was your face that he saw every evening after he closed his eyes, dreaming of seeing it every morning beside him. It was your soothing voice that helped him find peace when the terrors of the past tore at his soul. It was your wit that made him want to listen to you for hours; and your laughter made him want to offer you the brightest star from the sky each time you looked at him.
It was you who stood by his side when the dragon sickness struck, helping him regain sanity. It was you who nursed him to health, spending days and nights by his bedside, not letting him succumb to his grave wounds, not allowing him to give up. It was your cool hand on his burning forehead that made him find the strength to return to the world of living.
And it was you who found your way to Thorin’s heart and stayed there for good before he even realized it.
Months have passed since Erebor had been reclaimed, and now the dwarven kingdom was being rebuilt. Thorin tried to keep you occupied by various tasks, and you gladly fulfilled them, and yet he couldn’t help but notice how your eyes would often travel towards east, as if trying to pierce the Misty Mountains and see the lands beyond it. Whenever he saw you do it, whenever he saw melancholy in your gaze and features, something in his chest clenched. Were you thinking of returning to the place the Company found you at? To the green gables and rolling hills of Shire? To the glittering waters of Brandywine? You were a creature of the sun, unlike the dwarves carved of cold stone by Mahal, he knew that very well. Were you missing the flowers, the meadows, the feeling of wind on your face, the sound of rustling leaves? He could offer you everything gold could buy, but not this. Were you to leave his underground kingdom soon, never to be seen again?
Something clenched in Thorin’s chest again as he continued pacing by your door. You were supposed to meet an hour ago, and he would show you the hidden beauty of Erebor, and he would tell you how you were needed here, how much he needed you here, and he would tell you how much he…
Thorin shook his head, stopped in front of your door, and knocked.
Only silence responded to him.
He knocked again. There was no answer.
“My lady… Are you there, my lady?” his voice echoed in the corridor. “Are you well?”
Silence. Silence, and then…
“Achoo!”
As soon as he heard you, his eyes widened. No, it couldn’t be! Some of the Dwarves were recently complaining about a light cold that had been bothering them. Dwalin had been having huge sneezing fits that made it impossible for him to train, Ori’s nose was swollen and red, looking more like a tomato than anything else, Bombur had completely lost his appetite, and Gloin complained at being constantly tired and mostly slept all day. Was it possible that you caught the same bug as the Dwarves? Trying to ignore the cold ball of worry growing in his stomach, Thorin knocked again. “My lady, I need to come in and see how you are faring.” Only a faint groan reached his ears.
He opened the door quickly and entered your room. As he approached your bed, he saw the pearls of sweat on your forehead, your face darkened by an unhealthy flush, your eyes shining with fever. “Thorin…” you whispered through parched lips. Your eyes slowly focused on his handsome face, on the elegant line of his nose, on the small frown-lines between his eyebrows, and on the brilliant blue eyes that rested on you. His gaze always made you think of a clear mountain stream in spring and there was something reassuring in the way he looked at you, the same way he had looked at you after rescuing you from the strong currents of River Running after you escaped from Thranduil’s domain in barrels. You still remember how he held you close at the riverbank, muttering some words in khuzdul, before he finally let go of you. You still remember how warm his embrace was on that day.
“My lady?” his low voice reached you. You knew he was close but somehow it sounded as if Thorin’s words came from far away. At some point during the early hours of morning, you had pushed your quilt to the side, feeling too hot, oblivious to the fact that you were only wearing your night dress. Modestly averting his gaze, Thorin pulled the quilt over you, making sure you were covered well. He sat down at the edge of the bed and placed his hand on your forehead, feeling how warm it was. Too warm for someone of Men. This temperature would be perfectly normal for a Dwarf, but not for you. It was clear that you were running a high fever.
He brushed away a few stray locks from your face and said, “I will call for Óin, you need to be examined. Do not worry, my lady. It is possible that you caught the cold, like the others. Óin says it passes on its own after a week.” Thorin stood up and smiled at you encouragingly, trying not to show you how worried he felt. None of the Dwarves suffered from such strong symptoms. “Thorin, wait…” you mumbled, feeling how sore your throat was. “What is it?” “Water… please?” you croaked, closing your eyes in exhaustion. When you opened them again, he was beside you, helping you to sit up and propping up the pillows behind your back. Soon, a mug filled with pleasantly cool water touched your lips and you greedily drank everything. “Better now?” He raised one of his eyebrows. “Thank you,” you whispered. It was slightly easier to talk now. “I’m sorry... I didn’t make it today. I...” A series of coughs shook you before you were able to finish the sentence, and you fell on the pillows, closing your eyes. “Do not speak any more, my lady. You need to conserve your strength now. Please rest, and I will bring Óin to see you,” now, his velvety voice sounded as if he was sitting very close to you and whispering straight into your ear. When you opened your eyes, Thorin was gone. With a sigh, you closed your eyes once more and let yourself drift off to sleep.
You didn’t know when Thorin returned; plagued by feverish dreams, you didn’t even notice when Óin examined you. And you didn’t hear the tone of concern in their whispers afterwards. “If this is the same cold, why does it afflict her so?” Thorin demanded. “She is of Men, Thorin. Dwarves are more sturdy, more resilient. I do not know how hard this ailment is going to afflict her,” Óin glanced at you quickly. “There must be something we could do to help her!” Thorin grunted. “Her body is fighting. It is a good sign. I will leave my apprentice with her, day and night, along with some poultices and herbs. Estrid will know what to do and she will send for me if it gets any worse.”
Thorin looked at your unmoving figure in bed, gritting his teeth. He would prefer facing a horde of orcs than this. He could face them with his sharp blade and fight his way through the enemy ranks, but this… this was your battle to win. He could only stand by and watch.
And so Thorin stayed with you until Estrid came and made you drink your medicine, while you barely noticed the surroundings. At one point during the day, a messenger came, calling Thorin away to his duties; there was an urgent matter in the forges that needed looking into. When the king of Erebor finally returned to your bedchamber, it was evening and you were fast asleep. Thorin looked at your pale but peaceful face and had to stop himself from reaching out and caressing your cheek, as if it could have helped somehow. Estrid said you refused to eat, asking only for water. It worried him. How were you supposed to fight this sickness if you didn’t have enough strength? He wanted to sit down next to you, hold your hand and whisper your name letting you know that he was there for you, hoping that you would open your eyes and grace him with that special soft smile as you sometimes did. With Óin’s apprentice in the room however, it was not possible, not proper. He could only sit beside your bed for some time, watching your breathing, and then leave at midnight, when Estrid politely but firmly asked him to get some sleep. The last thing he saw before leaving your bedchamber was your face, still as pale as the bedsheets, your body as frail as if it were made of porcelain. Thorin didn’t manage to sleep long, his thoughts constantly running back to you. A loud knock on his door and several words spoken by a messenger made him wake up at once. He hurried to your chambers as fast as he could; Estrid was there, trying to put a compress over your forehead. “Why is itt… sssso cold…?” you whimpered, shaking the piece of cloth off your head. You lay on your side, your face was covered with sweat, your hair unruly, your whole body shaking. “Your majesty!” Estrid exclaimed, losing her usual professional composure, making him worry even more. “I’ve tried everything, the fever is still rising, and the lady doesn’t respond to the herbs at all.” “Where is Óin?” Thorin closed the distance to the bed in two large strides. “Master Óin went out to find some new herbs yesterday, something better suited for our lady here, he said. He is supposed to return around noon.” “Send for another healer!” Thorin ordered, clenching his hand in a fist. There were many hours until noon. “But your majesty… I don’t think there is another physician in Erebor who has knowledge of the ailments of Men,” she lowered her gaze apologetically. “Then ask Bofur to fetch the best healer of Men in Dale! At once!” Of all the Dwarves, Bofur kept closest ties with the city of Men and would know where to turn for help. Thorin dismissed Estrid, not caring what time it was, nor how unusual the task was. Only you mattered now and he would do everything he could to make you feel better. He could not simply sit and wait for the unknown to happen; a storm raged in his heart, a storm of terror and uncertainty. But there was one thing he was certain of: he would do everything he could to help you, he refused to let you go.
Something clenched in his chest once again when he whispered your name, searching your face.
“T-thorin…?” you responded through chattering teeth, drawing your legs to your chest in an attempt to find some warmth.
“I am here, my lady,” he murmured with a comforting smile as he sat on the bed beside you and wrapped you in a thick fur, putting it on top of your quilt. When his hand covered yours, you sighed at the pleasant sensation. His calloused skin felt scorching hot against yours and yet you didn’t protest, clinging to the warmth he offered. Unfortunately that wasn’t enough, you still felt as if walking through a snowstorm that was unhurriedly reaching your heart. Opening your eyes slightly, you whispered, “V-vetekudde…” Thorin frowned, not sure whether he heard you right. This was the word in your own language, the language you started teaching him in exchange for lessons of Khuzdul after Erebor was reclaimed. He was sure he heard it somewhere before… Kudde, a pillow, he remembered it well, you taught him that word when his battle wounds were slowly healing, too slowly for his taste, and you would pile up pillows behind his back for his comfort, to alleviate his foul mood. And vete… that was tougher, it was somehow related to bread… Yes! That was it! He hurried to the door and called a servant, whispering some words to him. Before long a maid brought exactly what he asked for. “Are you awake, my lady?” he spoke to you.
You felt cold, so very cold. As cold as when you felt after the Battle of Five Armies ended and you were kneeling on freezing ice above Thorin’s cool, unmoving body, snowflakes mixing with tears on your face.
But Thorin was unaware of where your mind wandered at that moment. He lifted the quilt slightly and placed a large and pleasantly warm pillow in your arms. “Vad… W-what is it?” you mumbled, feeling a sudden rush of warmth that emanated from the soft object. “Your vetekudde, your wheat pillow,” he replied, making sure you were well covered again. A wave of pleasant warmth spread through your body and your eyes fluttered close in relief. Thorin waited for a few moments, hoping that you would drift off to sleep and the chills would subside, but the ailment had other plans. “S-so c-cold...” you managed to mumble, curling up in a ball, hugging the pillow tight. Your head was spinning, you no longer knew where you were or how you got there, but the only thing you were sure of was… Thorin. Sitting beside you, he was like a beacon of light in darkness. Mustering all your strength, you slipped your shaking hand from under your covers and searched for his palm. Your fingers met his quickly, your cold, clammy skin against his warmth. And then both of his hands, not one, found each of your palms quickly, enveloping them in warmth. “You will be warm soon, there is a new log in the hearth,” his deep voice seeped into your ear, anchoring you to the world around you, and yet your feverish mind was slowly drifting away into an unknown realm.
Thorin looked at you expectantly but not a word left your unusually pale lips. Only your chest rose and fell, taking shallow breaths. “Stay with me,” he whispered, not knowing whether you heard him, squeezing your hands slightly.
“Fight with all your strength!” he urged you. Thorin was a mighty king of the greatest dwarven kingdom and yet he found himself in the middle of the night pleading like a beggar. You had grown so close to him, and he admired you for your inner strength, for your generosity and kindness, for your wit and your heart, and he would not allow a sickness to take you from him. He whispered a prayer to Mahal, offering everything he could think of, offering himself, only to see you open your eyes once again. If it brought you back to health, he would fulfil your secret wish, the one you haven’t shared with him, the one he had guessed. You wanted to return to the green gables and rolling hills of Shire you seemed to miss so much, and he would give it to you, even if parting with you would bring him pain and loneliness.
Perhaps you were a creature of the sun and he was a creature of stone, but that stone was as hot as lava and your shaking body was in need of warmth. There was one more thing he could do to help.
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legolasbadass · 2 months
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Tryna cleanly peel off the price sticker from your new book
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@lathalea 😭😭😭
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I promise...
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