Look, sometimes an artist’s just gotta draw cozy domestic AU fanart of their own characters. (I hope you didn’t think I was kidding about getting way too invested in the Gay-Dads-Adopt-a-Baby story.)
This one’s for you, NIMONA readers - thanks for sticking with me this far <3
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
The Cast of the Hobbit play “Guess the feet!”
that glorious moment when even the press believes the manips… and Martin Freeman is the one who has to correct them…Benedict: “That’s bullshit. Who did that?”
journalist: “I found it like that on the Internet!”
of course you did! - that’s what we do!
Day 1 of Hobbit Advent: Mistletoe
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I plan on making a story in succession with these prompts, sort of like a post-botfa fix-it where Thorin surprises Bilbo at Yuletide and spends his holiday there
and eventually leaves to return to Erebor after the 25 days are over.
*gets absolutely nothing done* well time for a break
this is another part where i just lost my shit completely.
ok no im not done with this.
just the fact that Merlin can just WALK UNANNOUNCED INTO THE KING’S FUCKING CHAMBERS WHENEVER HE WELL PLEASES
just the fact that ARTHUR IS THE FUCKING KING AND HE CAN DO WHAT HE LIKES BUT HE STILL HIDES THINGS FROM MERLIN SO MERLIN WON’T WORRY OR NAG
just the fact that MERLIN CAN NAG THE KING
i mean like omg this movement is so urgent like SHIT IT’S MERLIN OMG HIDE THE HORN OMG
and it’s like
YOU’RE THE KING, ARTHUR.