Your honour, I have no defence
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Bracket B: Cabbage Patch Hobbits vs. Arranged Marriage
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Cabbage Patch Hobbits
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Arranged Marriage
I have no idea who came up with the addition to the cabbage patch Hobbits trope that the faunts just crawl out of the dirt and tell you their names, but it is batshit insane I absolutely love it
I had to explain what cabbage patch hobbit children was to my mother and all she could do was give me a look and say, “your fan fictions are weird.”
I was bored and downloaded a faceapp which had a feature which allowed an AI to cross photos of two persons and see what their children would look like and somewhere along the line of experimenting with photos in my gallery this happened
From the amazing work Growing Dwarves (and kingdoms)
this fic is so filled with details and love, basically it's own universe! Give it a read🍎
Carving (Series)
by sunryder
It was Bifur who brought him the narrow block of pale green marble.
The stone was smaller than most Dwarves chose, but it was veined with ripples of golden-white, the color of Bilbo’s hair in the midday sun. Bifur laid the block gently down on Thorin’s personal forge and grunted that you didn’t need much to carve a half-Hobbit child.
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This is sort of like a reverse companion to the ‘In the Garden’/Cabbage Hobbits verse’s. Where Thorin carves wee Dwobbits from stone. It’s Suuuuuuuuuper cute.
https://archiveofourown.org/series/60633
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As a rule, Dwarrow were not overly fond of rain.