Tidbits of Interest

AO3 name is the same. If anyone wants to chat please message me. I occasionally write fanfics mostly for The Hobbit. Born at the end of the 1900's been here since the last half of 2016.

[amloveabledeathmo]

Masterpost of my fics and ideas.

All links for finished stories are to AO3.

If anyone wants to: Rewrite, Base a new Story On, or Do Art About these please do and if it has a happy ending please send me a link.

Star Wars:

My Star Wars Anakin/Padme fake dating happy ending fic. Titled Jedi Can't.

Tolkien Based Works:

A Lord of the Rings Legolas as a child with his parents. Titled Bedtime Storytime for Little Legolas.

A Lord of the Rings, Gimli/Legolas fic. Titled Secret.

The Hobbit Fili/OC dwarf Titled Once Upon a Battlefield.

The Hobbit Bilbo/Thorin miscommunication fic Titled Khuzdul (Not So) Fluent.

The Hobbit Balin/Dori with background Thorin/Bilbo/Dwalin. Balin confesses to Dori. Titled A Gentle Nudge.

The Hobbit gen fic that is just fun about Dwarrow messing with Elves and Elves actually trying to be a good host. Titled Rivendell and a Joke.

The Hobbit fic that has both Bilbo/Thorin and Kili/Tauriel but isn't really focused on the relationships, just a fun idea where mithril comes from. Titled Not So Pointless.

The Hobbit Bilbo/Thorin short fic Titled Missing Touch.

The Hobbit basically a gen fic Titled Touch.

One of my longer The Hobbit fics with Thorin/Bilbo and an accidental proposal. Titled Our Home.

The Hobbit, probably my most popular fic. Thorin/Bilbo Time travel fix it fic technically everyone dies but Bilbo gets sent back to fix it. Titled A Dream of Something More. There is an epilogue to this one that is posted separately A Dream or Something More Epilogue.

The Hobbit Thorin/Tauriel fic that was written as a gift. Little bit of a sex scene. Titled Mel Asar.

The Hobbit pre Thorin/Tauriel realtionship fic also written as a gift, had an idea about them meeting for the first time. Titled First Meetings.

The Hobbit Thorin/Bilbo fic miscommunication but also sweet and short. Titled Hairwash With Love

My partner and I's Dragon Age Inquisition fics:

One about Cullen being a thirst trap for Thedas basically. Titled Commander Fancy Pecs.

Cassandra/Varric fake dating speedrun at the ball at Halamshiral. Titled A Rumor Dances Away

Follow up to the above mentioned fic. Titled The Rumor No Longer: Varric's Invitation Letters

Cassandra/Varric feelings confession fic. Titled Giving Him a Piece of Her Mind

--WIPS--

My oldest wip written for Beauty and the Beast, no it is actually not abandoned, I will update someday! Titled A True Beast?.

The Hobbit Thorin/Bilbo fic about a very anxious Bilbo who loves architecture. Also not abandoned, someday my brain will work again!Titled Anxiety.

I would absolutely love nearly any kind of comment from emojis to paragraphs, just nothing rude please.

Ideas for more stories. These links are all on Tumblr

The Hobbit/The Lord of The Rings Collection

Sherlock Collection

[amloveabledeathmo]

I thought it was one of those open secrets that my dad's uncle's girlfriend was a gold digger. Like she did not ever try to hide it in my opinion. I didn't know that everyone else didn't know until after he died.

My dad was his Uncle Bill's favorite nibbling, absolutely no contest. We weren't able to see him often because he lived about a 1300 mile drive from us. My parents would switch off on driving so we didn't stop and waste money on a hotel and so we would get there quicker. When I first met him, he wasn't in a relationship. We got to see the house that him and my dad's mom grew up in since he still lived there but was renovating it to sell, he wasn't particularly able bodied even when he was younger and he could no longer do stairs at all. It was a huge house, multi-floored with a widows walk on top overlooking a river. We didn't get to see a lot of the house because it was being worked on and was tarped off but I was able to go up to the widows walk and I loved it. You could see so far and I was a romantic kid dreaming about the joy and sorrow of visiting the little room of windows to see if your beloved was coming home. Very sad that we couldn't buy it and move actually. Though it's probably relevant to mention that Uncle Bill was decently well off and the house was not even close to a number we could afford. He was such a figure in the town that he participated in building much of it through multiple businesses and even had a street named after him.

Well the next time we went to visit he was living with his new, at the time, girlfriend, Helen. She had a one story house overlooking the river that was nice. Mom and I complimented her on it and she said she inherited it when her second husband died. She said that she had been taking care of her sister for a few years but she'd died. She was nice enough, even gave mom her sister's old clothes that would fit mom. Then we went and met her son who had a shop selling yard equipment, like lawnmowers and weed-eaters, that he had bought the land and building from Uncle Bill. (Is that how they met? I have no idea.) Then we went to lunch, she sat in the front while we were in the back and Bill drove. She would turn in her seat to talk to us but even that first meeting and also every-time I spent time with her after that she made comments that were variations of "I love to watch him spend his money", "It's my favorite thing to watch him spend his money", "I love when he spends his money on me." Yes those are all lines I remember. So very obvious that she wasn't into Bill for personality. She would sometimes say things about how difficult he was to deal with, or how stubborn, or frustrating. Literally nothing complementary that didn't include his money.

She even made him build her a house, she didn't like the home she was in and got Bill to let her design and pick out everything for a house that we would go see once while under construction and once after it was finished, where she talked all about her room and the covered walk to a gazebo and how he had his own room and bathroom that she made sure were as easy for him to navigate as possible so she didn't have to "bother" with helping him and could do her own thing. Plus she made him build a carriage house as she called it that was basically right in front of their house for her son to have. No her son did not pay for any of it at all.

She was pleasant enough. Mom and I could hold decent conversations with her and she sent us Christmas cards signed from them both with a letter about how things were going. She would even sometimes call my dad to tell him how Bill was doing or that she was trying to convince Bill to pay for them to go on vacation and visit us, I only remember them coming here like twice but she did try to convince Bill to buy her a house here for winter except then she didn't like any of the available houses and was mad that he was only willing to buy a small home because it would be a winter only residence and he didn't want to spend a lot of money on a house they weren't even going to be in often. That's what really made her mad and she dropped the idea since she didn't want a "cheap little house", they also never visited here again after that fight. She did complain about it for years after every-time we visited.

But like obviously she was only with him for money. I just thought well it's none of our fucking business, they're both adults. Apparently I was the only one who saw it at all.

When Bill died, dad and one of my brothers flew out to be pallbearers. They were there when the will was read and Bill left my dad a few thousand dollars, only slightly less than what he left his daughter, and everything else went to Helen. It was not divided into thirds or even almost halves with a segment for dad, no like Helen got between 70 and 80 percent of Bill's stuff. A few weeks later, Bill's daughter called him to tell him that Helen had tried to contest the will to get all of it but the lawyers said the will was to be upheld. Helen called my dad a few days after and started saying how unfair it was he got left anything, that she had cared for Bill for so long (probably about 14 years by the time he died) and it wasn't fair of him to not leave her everything so dad could just write her a check when it all got sorted and he got the money. Dad was like, no. Why would I give you the money my uncle left to me especially when you got pretty much everything. According to him, she hit the roof, screaming, calling him names just absolutely lost it. That was the last time we ever heard from her but also after that my parents were like wow she's acting like a gold digger and like she didn't even actually care about Bill or any of us and I was like "Did you all not know that the whole time?" I pointed out all the instances of her not being subtle about it at all and they were both flabbergasted like no we had no idea.

[amaditalks]

If you're a book reader and a fan of your local library, you should join in their summer reading challenge if it's open to adults - most are.

Not only do you have the opportunity to win prizes for reading, which you are going to do anyway, it helps libraries when they're seeking funding when they can show a high level of engagement with their programming. It demonstrates that the library is an important community resource. 

Have fun and help your local library!

[dailymanners]

If someone is about to walk into a situation that could range anywhere from inconvenient to harmful for them, the courteous and fair thing to do is to give them a warning.

For example, you're using a public bathroom, and there's no toilet paper left for the toilet you're using. If someone was waiting outside and is about to use the toilet / stall you were just using, it's fair to warn them first "hey there's no toilet paper left in that one" so they can use a different toilet if they'd prefer (or maybe grab some paper towel from the sink first if they'd personally rather improvise like that).

Another example of this is in many places it's common for cars to flash their lights at oncoming cars if there's any sort of danger or obstacle in the road ahead, like a flooded road, or an accident, or rubble/debris in the road.

Or say you used to work somewhere, and the work environment was really toxic (verbally abusive boss, co-workers who are bullies, they repeatedly "accidentally" paid you less than they were supposed to even after you called them out on it, etc) and someone you know is going to apply working there or was just offered a job there, it's fair and considerate to warn them about your experiences.

Or maybe you took a class that was way harder than you thought it would be, and had a much higher rate of people who fail or drop the class than you anticipated, it would be fair to warn a friend and/or classmate who says they're going to take that class.

The point of giving warnings is that you can save someone else a lot of trouble. Even if they still decide to proceed, it's better for people to go into a situation prepared and knowing what they're getting into rather than being completely caught off guard. Even just knowing about something ahead of time can make a difference.

[artwheat]

Dwarves

[the-supernatural-atheist]

if theres one thing that really pissed me off from my 3 years of architecture i took in high school it's learning about how we used to have all these little techniques to maximize or minimize heat or warmth and now we just merrily abandoned all those to have the same copypaste style buildings everywhere that are often INCREDIBLY unoptimized to the local weather and climate so we can just throw more money at our heating and cooling bills

[the-supernatural-atheist]

where i live it is hot as balls approximately 80% of the year. i do not want a massive butt-ugly grey mcmansion with a huge echoey open-concept kitchen-livingroom-foyer-diningroom-staircase that has huge windows so i can have an hvac unit the size of a barge heaving and straining to keep it at a constant 72 the grees. i want a north indian traditional style home with small windows to force the airflow to cool, decorative grates to limit the amount of sunlight, and a COURTYARD with a POND *smashes unspecified large object*

[makaeru]

I hate learning about instances of "oh yeah we know how to do that, we just don't".

[marzipanandminutiae]

this is exactly why I love talking about historical passive heating and cooling techniques

oh wow the glass-tower office buildings we constructed when we thought air conditioning and central heating would never have downsides...have downsides?

and we're still building them?

while the Victorian house museum where I work, with thick walls and small windows and big wooden shutters stays ~10 degrees above (winter) or below (summer) the outside temperature for days on end with no help at all?

uh. okay then

(also public transit. the history of public transit in the US is infuriating, because we had it! and then we destroyed it!)

[slugz01]

Caught again!

[ckret2]

getting scambot messages from random accounts that clearly used to be normal active blogs is sad enough. you know that there used to be a real person on that blog until they were tricked into handing their password to the digital fae.

but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.

and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.

RIP to the blog that used to DM me to tell me they liked my new chapters. Their last known words spoken before being turned, 17 hours ago: "Ggs!" They were praising someone's deadlift.

[ckret2]

the message they tried to get me with is probably the same message that got them, so for anybody who hasn't already been warned about the signs of a zombie account:

if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."

whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,

it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.

they got one of my treasured followers, and they can get you too. don't fall for their tricks. know the signs.

[themarchrabbit]

Nwalin 40?

Prompt is: “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

-

Working with the accounts isn’t exactly Dwalin’s specialty. Oh, he knows his numbers fine, and prices and payments are easy enough, but he’s never been known for being able to keep his head bowed over a ledger for any length of time. Balin had requested the help though, so Dwalin is happy enough to do it.

He wasn’t expecting this particular company though.

Nori, his hair down from his work braids and instead bound in two long ones, elaborately pinned and twisted so they hang down in his back in a winding, snake-like motion, is sitting a little ways down the table for him, hunched over his own pile of ledgers.

There’s only been the scratching of their pens and the turning of pages to break the silence for the past few hours they’ve been at it. Dwalin has felt every moment, as heavy as a weight around his neck. The two have them have not spoken much since the Battle, true enough, have had no opportunity, but Dwalin had been happy to see him this day, had thought the shared space might spark some conversation again.

But Nori has been quiet the whole time. Not a sullen kind, just the sort where a body is concentrating on their task. Silent, all the same. And Dwalin has no idea how to open any sort of conversation. It had always been Nori doing that, in the past.

It’s little Ori that breaks it around midday, coming in carrying a tray. “Nori, move some of this aside,” he says to his brother, nodding at the table, and Nori does so. “You and Dori do still need to eat you know, you’re both absolutely foul when you come in for the day because neither of you are taking your midday. It’s driving me mad, it is.”

“So you’ve decided to play servant?” Nori asks. “Watch yourself, then, you keep it up, you’re going to sprout feathers and turn into a hen like Dori.”

“Dori feeds us because he loves us,” Ori protests. “I’m feeding you because I want some peace at night.”

“You don’t love me?” Nori teases, but Ori’s already come over to Dwalin with another package, wrapped in paper and bound with twine.

“I brought you some sandwiches too, Dwalin,” Ori says, setting it down beside him. “It’s venison, mostly, but the cooks put some vegetables in too. If you don’t like them, you can pick them off yourself. There’s wine in the pitcher for you both, but mind you don’t drink too much, it’s Elvish.”

“Be a sad day when my head gets turned by Elvish wine,” Dwalin says.

“Then get drunk, I don’t bloody care,” Ori replies. “Long as the pair of you eat something, and don’t bugger up the ledgers. I’ve got enough work of my own, you know. Thorin’s got me acting like I’m the Head Scribe, and his secretary, and I bloody well am not.”

“There are worse positions to end up in,” Dwalin says, catching Nori’s eye when he does, seeing how the corners of his mouth are tugging up.

“Well I don’t know what they could be,” Ori says, the joke passing him by as he pulls his fur tighter around him. “You’ve let the fire die down, you know. You’ll both bloody freeze.” Still grousing to himself, he takes his leave of them both, the heavy door shutting behind him.

Dwalin unties the sandwiches, glad to see there’s cheese, as well as meat and green things. “Reckon there’s plenty in this mountain who would love the opportunity to educate him on those positions.” And finally, Nori’s expression breaks into a sly smile, as he pours himself some wine. “Aye, are we in another world, or did I just get a smile out of you?”

“We still have this to get through, so no, we’ve not stepped through a fairy ring,” Nori admits. “Keep your bawdy jokes away from my family, though. I’d hate to have to stab you somewhere important. Don’t imagine I’d get a pardon for that crime.”

That makes Dwalin grin, too. “Are you including yourself in that?”

“Would you like to find out?”

“Reckon I might.”

[byjove]

re: last night’s Incident

if you ever see me post an AI generated image, please assume it is because I am fucking stupid and not because I support and use generative AI. the search results on many search engines and picture sharing websites are absolutely infested with AI and I do my very best to avoid AI generated images but there is always the possibility that I will not notice because, again, I am not terribly observant and I don’t have good eyesight. I know it is frustrating and I know it is my responsibility to look into the image source but things will slip through the cracks, please inform me instead of assuming I know

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

HUGE fan of trees growing in places they should not reasonably be able to

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

upside down 

sideways

out of a rock

upside down in a freakin LAKE 

 out of an Indiana courthouse

out of ANOTHER

GODDAMN

TREE

none of that is a reasonable expectation!!!

[flygutzz]

i like trees

[edgebug]

"grace. grace! grace give attention. rocky perform human ritual of escape closet now. statement."

"come again?"

"i learn more from thinking machine. human gender preference. attraction to same gender, means word 'gay.' all eridian same gender." rocky stands straight up. "rocky come out to grace now. all rocky plural gay, statement."

"...wow, that's... rock, i'm not sure it makes much sense to apply human ideas of sexual orientation to a monogendered species."

a long and judgmental pause. then:

"grace HOMOPHOBIC, question????"

[coherences]

“My favourite thing was a bunch of people made a giant sign that said “How am I going to be an octopus about this?” and held it up during Pompeii at all the right times and it distracted me enough to sing “octopus” instead by accident.”

— Dan Smith [x] (via bastillewtf)

[helloliriels]

Lady Luck

by helloliriels

Sherlock huffed a silent laugh at the trite fortune cookie paper he held in his hands. 

Behind him, he heard a fellow patron snicker as well and he quickly turned around to see what he could deduce.

Read it here on AO3

The year is halfway over and I've managed to make my very first contribution to the 'Fortune Cookie Fic Collection' on ao3! Ahhhhgh!!

Feel free to jump in with your own one-shots, ficlets, or full-fledged stories anytime this year! Mostly just challenging myself to try something outside the box and to just WRITE! haha 🫶💕🥠but I'd love to have friends join me! (Plus who doesn't love a little luck?)

@totallysilvergirl @friday411 @ghostofnuggetspast @masterofhounds @chinike @fluffbyday-smutbynight @johnlocky @lisbeth-kk @raina-at @chriscalledmesweetie @calaisreno @meetinginsamarra @arwamachine @impalaparkedat221b @ninasnakie @sgam76 @elwinglyre @keirgreeneyes @discordantwords @solarmama-plantsareneat @naefelldaurk @a-victorian-girl @jobooksncoffee @inevitably-johnlocked @bluebellofbakerstreet @janetm74 @inatshej @thegildedbee @thetimemoves @thalialunacy @stellacartography @topsyturvy-turtely @whatnext2020 @safedistancefrombeingsmart @anyway-kindness @copperplatebeech @dragonnan @aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain @sarahthecoat @7-percent @blogstandbygo @the-reading-lemon @holmesianlove @iwlyanmw @peanitbear @kettykika78 @khorazir @kitten-kin @missdeliadili

[slugz01]

(Un-cropped 18+ version over on Bluesky)

Thank you so so much to @skatesfullofsunshine for commissioning me!! <3

This is a scene from the fic “Tender, With Teeth” ! It’s such an amazing story so go check it out >:3

[iskander-tm]

mission bag the baddie

[lliveonthesunn]

i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands

[darlingofdots]

This is how I convinced my conservative grandma that the gays do also need marriage, actually. My grandad died when I was 4 and I asked her to imagine not being allowed to see him or make decisions for him or be entitled to an inheritance and she got very quiet and conceded the point. Marriage doesn't intrinsically mean anything but as a legal framework it is really, really important