Linane's Creative Works

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Prompt #1: The genie tilted his head and presented his wrists, bound by a golden chain so fine, it might have been just a shimmering thread.

“If you set me free, you will never see me again.”

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WinterFRE2020 Prompts

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An illustration for @miaulady 's Resident Evil AU, Kili and Fili in their trinket room!

Go read her fic!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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“The Wrong Way” Fili (Fullsize)

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HAPPY DURIN’S DAY, @anathema-cat :)

Thank you so much for writing some of my favourite stories of all time, for sharing your incredible talent and causing all sorts of feels! It’s been an honor to draw something for this amazing story, and I’d love to draw for it again! Please never stop writing, you wonderful person! Hope you like it <3

Fili brought up, focused on, settled into the worst memory of his life, after his father dying. He had pushed it away for too long, and he needed - deserved - the pain.

Somehow Kili had found out where Fili was flying from on his way to deployment. Fili had broken all contact when he’d decided he needed to enlist - when he admitted to himself that he was torturing Kili along with himself.

Kili showed up out of breath like a scene from a movie. But no movie star ever looked that broken, that exhausted, the once-beautiful dark eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed. Fili had never loved him more.

The ‘Fili, don’t’ croaked out of dry lips, and Fili wanted nothing more than to cradle him like a lost kitten. The ‘I waited for you’ was a plaintive cry. But it was far too late for Fili to back out, so he turned his back and walked away.

——- The Wrong Way by @anathema-cat

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Fíli and Kíli and their dragons.

Though they don't mind sharing a dragon, they still set out to find Kíli his own dragon to become an unstoppable team when dual action is needed.

For @gatheringfiki's AUpocalypse + How to Train Your Dragon

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Super Durin Bros.

For @gatheringfiki's AUpocalypse, Super Mario featuring Fíli and Kíli.

And then they beat the crap out of Bowser together.

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Fili + character traits

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Fili’s body curls into his the minute they’re touching, the ready answer to a familiar question. His fingers unfurl against Kili’s chest, spreading across his tanned skin at their leisure, the way Kili imagines a man would walk into his house, sit back in his chair and bask in the coziness of his hearth.

It’s heady, the ease with which they’ll reach out like this. The freedom to act upon one’s wishes; to want, and to take, with no need for any sort of permission other than the other’s gaze saying, this is okay. This you can have.

—- To Speak of Eternity by @rillils . Part of a wider Gladiator AU story co-authored by @damnitfili - you can find other pieces here and here.  

FiKi Week - Day 7: Alternates (which my simple little brain interpreted as: AU)

Every time I read Rillils’ writing I feel like a Moggie who’s just found a way to rip open his brand new catnip toy.

*Rocks up a day late and with a glass of Pimm’s*

Ahem, sorry I’m late. The eagle-eyed amongst you will notice that I have already produced another photoset for this series, but I didn’t like it and I thought I could do this better. Also, I love this AU to bits and I do what I want! So here we go again!

Bonus Fullsize Kili (who isn’t particularly Roman or gladiatorial, but we don’t talk about it) and Bonus Fullsize Fili.

@rillils @damnitfili

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Brine Chapter 6 posted!

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Fiki

Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, Fíli & Kíli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be Fíli or Kíli, Dark!Thorin, eventual smut, past abusive relationship, past dubious consent, past incest.

Please heed the tagged warnings.

Read chapter 6 on AO3

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“Here,” Fili moved his hand down to his belly and there, the pulse of life met. It wasn’t a beat exactly, but a thrum. “That’s my fire.”

“I don’t actually understand any of this,” Kili determined, before pillowing his head on Fili’s stomach. It was soft under his head and the thrum was oddly comforting.

“I know,” Fili stroked a hand over Kili’s hair. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

They spent the rest of the day in bed. Kili wouldn’t have minded a chance to get out and explore the caverns further, but Fili seemed determined to keep him there. Even when Kili grew hungry, Fili brought food to him. Even fed him, bite by bite, with a kiss between each one.

“You’ll forget this,” Fili breathed into his mouth. “I don’t know how I’ll bear it. You’ll forget and you’ll move away and I’ll leave you alone.”

“You can’t leave me alone,” Kili swallowed. “You said it yourself.”

“I’ll try,” Fili gritted out and then kissed him again.

— A Nest of Stars by @dragonmuse

I’ve been meaning to do this one for ages.

12 Days of Christmas - Day 11

with special thanks to @damnitfili who once again helped with inspiration <3

[meraofxebel]

Make me choose

↳ anonymous asked: Fili or Kili?

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Marks of Belonging (Fullview)

There was mist on the lake. The air was full of morning light and that delicate silence, occasionally disturbed by calls of wild birds. He felt hands on his neck and belly first, then warmth, then skin and soft breaths against his neck. His brother didn’t say anything, sunk into the moment with him, content with fingertips against his pulse point and the marks of belonging they both wore since last night, since always.

“Kili.”

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This is a fanart for the Heirs of Durin story by Dragonsquill. If you haven’t read the story yet, it is a masterpiece of feels, porn and breathtaking imagery. You can find it here (AO3) and here (tumblr masterpost).

Things I have learned from this picture:

1. When stuck, resort to porn

2. No such thing as ‘too much dwarf fur’.

3. Loose messy braids give me feels, okay? (also learned how to draw a more realistic braids)

Enjoy!

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The Sound of Silence - Heartbeat - Chapter 14

MY OTHER WRITING

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Fili isn’t sure how long he’s been standing inside Kili’s kitchen, trapped inside his own mind, as he stares out through the rain-lashed window.

The momentary break to his melancholy thoughts comes from the realisation that he’s in the exact same spot where he stood in that pivotal moment when his life changed forever. It still makes Fili’s heart beat faster; he reckons it always will, no matter how many years pass.

“You’re judging me. No different than the rest of them, and you’ve already decided that I must be broken somehow to end up where you found me. I was thirteen when I lost my voice! I never stood a –“

The ice in his veins when he realised that he spoke out loud, that his words didn’t just play out in his mind, like they always had before.

Surprise in those dark brown eyes and then shock as the realisation hit.

What Kili had said immediately after.

The choices Fili made in response.

That was over three weeks ago. And right now Fili is on the cusp of another choice: stay and accept this life, whatever it may mean for him, or stick to his original plan and leave, once it gets warmer. Perhaps he could keep in touch from time to time. Keep an eye on the guy, make sure nothing bad happens to him in the narrow, dark alleyways of the city…

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“I love you,” Fili murmurs against his brother’s mouth, his voice so tight it might break apart. Kili presses their cheeks together, overwhelmed. I would give you the world, he doesn’t say, but he cradles Fili closer; feels their hearts beat in a frantic rhythm, Fili’s fluttering like young wings between their chests, alive– so alive it humbles Kili into silence.

Even here, even for a few moments, life thrives. Even in the poorest man’s arms you may find boundless riches.

“I love you.”

But they were never poor, Kili forgets. Now that they are slaves, bound to sword and spear and shield, and before, when their life was among simple goatherds and rough-handed farmers, they never had less than each other.

—- To Speak of Eternity by @rillils . Part of a wider Gladiator AU story co-authored by @damnitfili - you can find other pieces here and here. 

This is for both of you, darlings <3

Bonus fullsize Gladiator Fili and another one, which sadly didn’t make the cut.

   MY OTHER EDITS

[gatheringfiki]

The Photosets Challenge - Set 16

   OTHER PHOTOSETS

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Morpheus (Fullzise)   |   Morpheus (Even-More-Fullsize)

The chariot barreled toward him with such graceful speed, its very own wind left Kíli reeling through the air.

      “What are you doing?” He heard.

He found his balance and his rhythm and darted from the heat on his back. It singed the very tip of his wing, but with the breeze of his flight, the fire and pain didn’t travel upwards. So he flew on, grabbing hold of the chariot’s edge.

      “No!”

Kíli realized, but it was too late. Of course the gold of the chariot would be as blazing as an open flame. He hissed in pain, but flew on until he matched Helios in his flight.

He called the Sun God’s name, letting it grace his lips for the first time. “Helios!”

      “Are you daft?” Helios cried, yanking on his reins with a force that turned his knuckles white, but the horse didn’t slow.

      “I’m Morpheus!”

—- Helios and Morpheus by @legolaslovely

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The boy was seven years old the day the pale man came to his master’s home.  For the first time in his short life, he was taken from his training in the kitchens and slave quarters , cleaned up, dressed in a new tunic, and led into the main atrium of Master Dainius Horatia Corillius’s villa.

“Kneel,” the major domo hissed as the boy stared, frozen and wide-eyed in abject terror. The room was beautiful, with living plants and running water, but everyone stared at him, and his mother was far away.  

Dain wasn’t cruel to his house slaves, but he owned them.  Mother had warned the boy to keep his head low, to be unseen – yet here he knelt, knees stinging from cracking against the marble floor.

The man was smaller than Master Dain, and of the same pale complexion the boy saw in still waters and polished bronze.  “This is the boy you wrote me about?” he asked, circling him with thoughtful eyes.

— Semper Fidelis by @dragonquill​

So this is one of my commisions for Janie, which we’d like to share with you! I am totally in love with the soft, loving bbs, with the historical aspect, with tHE fEeLs, THE FUCKING FEELS, BRACE YOURSELVES!! I AM LITTERALLY SO EXCITED RIGHT NOW, *FIRES SELF INTO THE SUN*!!!!

Bonus Fullsize Roman Kili  

Bonus Fullsize Roman Fili

Bonus Fullsize BB Kili