An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
After the Battle of Five Armies, Thorin has resigned himself to never seeing Bilbo again. Almost a year later, his hobbit is back in Erebor, angry and tired, and demanding to stay.
This fic was inspired by Winter's Call by @teaxdragon. It was supposed to be a fun little romp, but Thorin was being Thorin. Hope you enjoy!
HAHAHAHAHA I'm tired. The art block and exhaustion is catching up to me
Oh well
Y'all can live without backgrounds ;)
Also. Can you tell that I love drawing Eris? Preferably with at least some of his abs showing? Yeah you probably can
This scene is based off the hc I have that in a Neris world, during ACOFAS whilst Nes is going out and drinking and partying, Eris one day comes across her (maybe he feels her through an uncompleted mating bond? Idk) and they just party together <3
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"Guess who?" A familiar voice calls in a sing-song tone from the river, echoing through.
Odysseus uses the echo to swim to the edge of the water without being heard and reach a hand out to gently scritch up Tiresias spine in an attempt to tickle them.
[*the prophet yelps in surprise, quickly whipping around and bonking the invading hand with his staff*]
[*upon recognizing the voice, however, he softens and lowers his staff, shifting and leaning down towards where the hand had reached from*]
“My dear friend, love, what was that for? You have no reason to reach under my cloak, and if you wanted my attention or to speak, your beckoning voice was enough. Besides, surely you’re mature enough to see no use in tickle attacks.”
I love playing resident evil games because it’s like, oh look it’s a mangled animal corpse, fun, oh look, it’s a shit ton of mangled animal corpses tied up into an arch, fun!