|| Ali || “I have this terrible feeling from time to time that we might all just be human.” || Writer ||Masterlist || Requests are currently closed! ||

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About me - the names Ali, she/her, Irish, bi, 19, mythology nerd, daydreamer, fanfic writer.

About the blog™ - this blog is a safe space, everybody is welcome and no bigotry will be tolerated. I’m over 18 but minors are free to follow as long as they dni with my nsfw content. My inbox is always open for anyone who needs to talk.

Just be kind to each other pls <3

My content - fanfiction, arcane, astarion, bbc sherlock, bbc ghosts, good omens, our flag means death, loki, moon knight, marvel, the hobbit, the lord of the rings, norse/greek/egyptian/celtic mythology, hozier, queen

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Anonymous

I haven’t in the past but out of curiosity, if this was something I was to consider, would anybody be interested and could anyone give me some pointers on process, pricing, etc?

Iron Chains and Other Precious Metals

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Summary: Erebor has been reclaimed. But a dark, sinister curse lays over the riches of the mountain, a curse that Thorin succumbs to all too quickly. As the dragon sickness takes its toll, you try desperately to keep the peace.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: dragon sickness!thorin and absolutely everything that comes with it

“It is in these halls. I know it.”

“Thorin, we have searched and searched.” Dwalin was the first to speak.

“Not well enough. Have them scout the west halls, send them to the mines if you have to.”

“Thorin, they have been searching for days–”

Keep reading

auntierayeraye:

Fuck you, Neil Gaiman.

Crawls my way out from under the soil, rye in my hair, body rotting, covered in blood, arms spread like a theatrical omen.

Well lads, who missed me?

floridakilo:

idgaf about career development im using the rest of my 20s to build my lore

meloneta:

midnightcrisisstuff:
actually no, we’re not “dating”. we’re bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.
[id: a screencap of crowley from good omens while being questioned by nina about his and aziraphale’s relationship. a speech bubble has been edited to make it seem as though he is saying the post above. end id]