A/n: I needed a little pick me up after watching BOTFA all the way through so here it is! Once again: REQUESTS are OPEN; I will not be completing any of them until all requests are in!
You sneeze, pulling the blanket tighter around you.
Ever since you chose the mortal life, everyday after the first snowfall, you became sick. This year was the exact same. Thorin always told you to stop going outside during the first snowfall, but you would not deny your child his happiness.
A/N: Last prompt of the challenge!! Tomorrow I’ll be writing a post thanking everyone who joined this 2.0 time ♥ Tbh, I really don’t know about this fic, this might or might not be the start of another series… Who knows, I’m tired and delusional. Thank you for reading, feedback (reblogs+likes) make me happy as always and are really appreciated ♥ Enjoy, xoxo.
after small town, bunch of bullshit stories my dad would tell the world on
why we had to take off , but what I
hated the most of my fucked up life is that I’m standing in front of another
new school, I hated having to be the new girl in school on the middle of
semester. Good thing it’s my last three months of this hell and then I’m off to
college, my only solution to the hell I live. Someone smaller bumped with me,
looking down I saw his cute face, “Sorry”
the kid with long hair told me, wearing the same I hate this face expression as me.
I smiled at him, “Is okay bud”, he returned the smile and kept walking
into the school.
This could have easily echoed yesterday - seeing our world reimagined by so many hands, in so many different ways, in so many mediums is a joy. Some are just stunning…
…but this fellow sits on my desk next to my David Lafuente art, stares at me, and helps in a small way. There’s a writer thing that, to avoid losing the core of your work, you put the themes on curt post-it note and stick it to your monitor, so every time you glance up you’re reminded of what the story actually is. It’s a magnetic north, and you stick to it if you’re lost.
This is like that, but providing a more limited navigational aid, reminding me that Woden is fucking trashcan.
Never forget, Kieron. And thanks to this little fella, I won’t.