Til That I Live In The Same Town Like Thorin The Icelandic Horse Who's A Picky Eater And Whose Person/mom/dad

Thank you @msgwendolenfairfax for the tag! 🖤

"Twins" (got a little personal here) 🖤

I tag @hanhan156 if you want to do this.

picrew tag game!

I was tagged by @spreadthecurse to do this cute picrew!

just a cat and an otter living the perfect life together on the outskirts of a forest ✨

I tag @doktortill @chloeamanda @thislovelyoptimist @happygirl327 @helterkelter @naraism @chachamaru-chan @till-hammer @thetimecrystal @nyarisu if they want to do this!

That's too easy XD

My space husband!

Not seen a Mass effect version of this yet!

Before you vote, Let the Wheel pick an Original Trilogy character for you.

Thank you so much Razzy! This is so beautiful! 💙

↳ NOW ON AO3!

Thank you so much for sending me this beautiful prompt, @dinchenrockt​, I had such a fun time with it!! Also, thank you so much for your continued support, it is very much appreciated!!

So he went to Dwalin–a dwarf whose craft was bloodier than most, but Bilbo wasn’t sure who he could go to with such a request on his hands, and even if those hands of his shook something fierce, he would not be deterred from his course of action. Not this time. Items were fine and dandy, like stitched handkerchiefs and engraved wooden trinkets, but what he was asking for was something he would never lose.

“Dwalin?” Bilbo poked his head into the training arena, watching the burly dwarf smack at a dummy with one of his fists, a new (and better) set of knuckle-dusters coating his hands that were far more intimidating than the last. Bilbo didn’t squirm, even as Dwalin’s gaze settled on him. This was a friend and one that Bilbo felt comfortable with–much like family. “Might I trouble you in…helping me with something?”

“Aye.”

It was a simple and straightforward response, and for a moment Bilbo wished Dwalin had been wordier. “Yes, um, well…I was wondering if you might be able to help me secure…one of those…” Bilbo pointed a jittery hand towards Dwalin’s hands, not thinking to be a bit more specific.

The laugh that escaped Dwalin though was one of those sounds that Bilbo should have been delighted to hear. A belly laugh straight from the gut and echoing within the stone room they were currently conversing in. “A pair of these?” Dwalin held up his fists, clenching them tightly as if he were about to throw out a few jabs.

“What–no! Not those! Goodness knows I don’t plan on throwing hands anytime soon!” Bilbo fussed rather quickly, not even wanting to imagine him attacking anything with his bare hands as the burly dwarf might do.

Sad + Fluff = 💙

Sparrow

For @dinchenrockt, who imagined Sam and Kaidan having pancakes on a nice day. I just added a little drama, because this is Sam we're talking about. Read on Ao3

The second batch of pancakes is starting to bubble when Kaidan’s skin tingles in the presence of Shepard’s biotic field. Shepard himself peers at Kaidan suspiciously from behind the archway into the kitchen, like he’s doing recon and Kaidan is an unknown element.

 “Hey, you,” Kaidan says with an amused smile. “Good morning.”

“It is morning by my standards. It is ass o’clock by your standards. Why are you awake?”

Kaidan gestures towards the open window, where sunrise hasn’t quite surrendered to daytime and some enterprising birds are getting a jump on things. “It’s a beautiful morning. Thought I’d spoil you with a nice breakfast.” 

Technically true, on both counts, even if it doesn’t really answer the question. Shepard narrows his eyes, perhaps suspecting there’s more to it, but Kaidan heads off further questions by plucking a piece of bacon off a plate and holding it up.

“Burnt it just for you.”

Shepard makes an interested sound and fully enters the kitchen, snatching the Distraction Bacon and popping it in his mouth. Bacon shouldn’t crunch like that unless it’s in a salad, but relationships require compromise.

“So, bacon. Pancakes.”

“Bacon in the pancakes. With bacon garnish.”

“Fancy.”

“Also blueberries,” Kaidan says, gesturing to a bowl. “And, uh, I was going to make some eggs but I accidentally just made more pancakes.”

“True to your nature.” He kisses Kaidan on the temple. “I’ll get plates.”

“One step ahead of you. We’re eating outside.”

Another suspicious look.

“It’s nice outside, remember?”

“I will concede it is tolerable outside, because I love you. But breakfast made, table set, and it’s what time? How long have you been up?”

Kaidan shrugs a nonchalant shoulder. “I said I wanted to spoil you.”

Still not an answer, but he hands Shepard the blueberries to give him something else to focus on and flips the remaining pancakes onto a platter, next to the pile of bacon, all nestled onto a blue and yellow tray that had been gathering dust in the back of a curio until Kaidan stumbled upon it last week looking for decorative pitcher his mother had asked about. After flipping the griddle off, he leads them to the front porch and sets the trays down on the small table next to the porch swing.

Shepard observes the spread. “Orange juice. Cloth napkins. The ‘good’ silverware. By the way, I still do not understand the silverware hierarchy.”

“My mother will happily show you next time she visits.”

Shepard snickers as he takes a seat. “Well, whatever. You pulled out all the stops. You are spoiling me.”

Kaidan makes a pleased sound as they fill their plates. They’re the same blue and yellow as the platter, with a sunflower in the center and a painted band around the edges. He’d forgotten about them completely until finding the platter. His father used to break them out when they had big breakfasts in the summer. He traces a chip in the paint. Where had they even come from in the first place? His mother? Were they just inherited with the house when his mother took it over from Kaidan’s grandparents? He’d never asked. Maybe she knows.

“Look at all this burnt bacon, just for me,” Shepard says, with a soft smile.

“Just for you.”

No reason to mention that it got burned because Kaidan was too locked in his own head to notice until he damn near set off the smoke detector.

But the pancakes are good, quite frankly. The blueberries are ripe, picked from the bushes out behind the barn just yesterday. The breeze is cool but not cold, the sun pooling at the edge of the porch steps, warm and waiting.

A far cry from the days that weren’t beautiful.

He releases a long breath and forces his mind back to the present, where Shepard is drowning his pancakes in maple syrup because moderation is not a concept he has ever developed a relationship with.

Echo whinnies from the field down the hill, head raised, ears pricked, looking right at them, as though now that she’s noticed their presence she’s offended she wasn’t invited to breakfast.

“Later,” Shepard hollers back at her. “I’m getting spoiled.”

Kaidan rests an elbow on the table – his mother would be so aghast – and chuckles into his hand.

When had he stopped getting up in the mornings for those breakfasts his father cooked? Breakfast had been his forte. The only way he outshined Kaidan’s mother in the kitchen. But that last summer before BAaT he’d stopped getting out of bed for them.

Should have gotten out of bed.

Shepard’s eye is on him again, as he saws into his pancakes and fails to spear a piece of bacon along with his next bite because it’s so brittle it just breaks under the tines of his fork. Once he’s subdued the bacon he nudges Kaidan’s knee.

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just put out such a magnificent spread.”

Kaidan waggles an eyebrow. “Resting on my laurels.”

Shepard knee stays at rest against his, and Kaidan leans a little more into it. The weight of it, the presence is…reassuring.

The sparrow that wings in from the roof and alights on Shepard’s stack of pancakes is less reassuring.

Read the rest on Ao3

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who do you thing is Paul closest with in the band and why?

I would lean towards Flake, considering they’ve known each other since they were teenagers. Almost an entire lifetime of friendship. They probably know the outs and ins of each other. While they may not goof around much in public, I’m sure there’s a bond like no other in Rammstein. They grew up in the music world together.

But Schneider is definitely a close second, if not first. Again, they’ve known each other for thirty plus years now, and I can safely say they’re each others best friend. There are countless examples of this. They are constantly out and about together, spending time with each other and their respective families; you can only conclude Paul is spending time with Ulrike and Schneider in Paris, seeing as he posted a video at the same location, at the same time as Ulrike. And I bet that he was the one who took some recent pictures/videos of them, too. Not only that, but of course, Schneider is the one Paul took the most solo pictures of when the Rammstein photo blog was still a thing.

And more examples of the two of them spending time together!

(Plus Joe Letz lol)

Additionally, they always insist on sitting together! Like… always.

I really adore how much they openly love each other.

Anyways, I kinda went off there, but I love these two together so much, I couldn’t help myself. To answer your question: probably Schneider. LMFAO

In case of feeling sad => look at this 🖤

Soft paulchard 💕

Time for some soft Paulchard, not even needing kissing 😍

Richard laying his head on Paul's shoulder, Paul leaning back so they can have a cheek to cheek

A little bit of touching of the hands, hidden behind their guitars, before leaning in playing brow against brow.

..or when passing eachother on stage..

..eventually working up to Richard actually grabbing Paul's hand in mid air..looking at Paul's smile, he hadn't expected it, but certainly doesn't mind..

..not just that Paul dances up to Richard, but he's careful not to startle him by grabbing immediately (cold hands?), but first touches, letting him know he's there, then unfolding his hand on Richard's tummy..

..the tummy attraction is not a one time thing, Paul casually letting his hand linger..

..it's not a one way street, in return Richard slips his hands around Paul's waist, having a moment between songs on stage.. (the ease with which this happens shows it's not the first time..)

..having fun during an interview, this laugh is not for the camera, this is them being themselves and a camera happens to be on..

..when the music is too loud to talk, holding guitars is limiting their physical possibilities, there are always options.. (still think it's cute Paul put this on his IG story)..

..okay, one little kiss then, but also a comforting hug when one is needed...💕

sleeping situations

Look at this awesome work from the wonderful @kitua! Thank you so much for bringing my beloved bard Imessine to life!

And thank you @msgwendolenfairfax for building the world she roams in and being such a patient and creative DM.

Sweet lord this is simply perfect! Thanks @ukulelette for this gif and thank you captainslow for the work! 🖤

It evokes another surge of desperation in him, so Paul clings to his lover, wanting to crawl inside of him and dissolve in there, accommodate himself in the familiar heat of Richard’s body. In the dusky room, on the bed which has seen better days, he allows Richard to slowly undo him bit by bit -

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Thank you for tagging me @hanramm156! 🖤

Way to go for me - first thing will be some Till Hammering in the shower later today ^^

I'd like to tag @thetimecrystal and @msgwendolenfairfax if you feel like it 😉