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Anonymous asked: Hi :) Um, I have two questions about your 'Those Who Wander' fic. Did Fili ever get back in touch with that guy who could always make the best of a bad time, Bear? And did Bilbo and Bofur ever get together?

Hello!  First Question: I don’t think so. I think Fili avoided most other veterans in general…actually most people. He’s fairly insular.  Second Question: Yes! They do get together, but never full time. Bilbo does go home eventually and they visit each other a lot after that. It’s an open relationship which suits them both.

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Anonymous asked: I just finished reading your Steve Lokison series (It was awesome, by the way, I love Thorki and how you write it is excellent), and I had a question. I know Thor says that he and Loki mourned Steve when they heard he was 'dead', and that Loki went mad, but how did they find out?

Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed it.  And they found out thanks to the ever convenient Heimdell. I imagine both Thor and Loki checked in on Steve often that way and Heimdell would probably have gone out of his way to let them know. 

All writers start out shitty. We only get better through practice. And since I put my money where my mouth is, here’s a classic piece of Vera circa 1998 that I relocated today: 

Watching a vampire sleep was distinctly odd in that they did not show any signs of being alive.

I’ll just show myself out. 

I wrote a little Fili/Kili tale for bettiebloodshed a while back ‘Less Traveled By’ and as of tonight, thanks to youforget over on AO3, it has a podfic! You can find it here.

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luthorchickv2 asked: Hihi. Nothing Gold can Stay. Thor/Loki or Steve/Bucky :-). Thank you!

Full Text of Poem Here  Thor/Loki 

There are flecks of gold submerged in Loki’s eyes. It is the kind of detail that often passed Thor by, but some maiden had remarked upon it once and now, he saw it always. When all came out about Loki’s parentage, it was impossible for Thor to reckon. How could his brother be made of ice when he had always been tinged with fire? 

Even the smell of autumn brought Loki to mind, not for the crisp chill, but the scent of cook fires built higher in houses and in halls. Even on Midgard, his brother dead and gone, Thor still finds himself glancing over his shoulders when he catches a hint of burning on the breeze.

The things he misses are hard to explain, even if someone had thought to ask him. It isn’t Loki as a whole, certainly not the poisonous version that surfaced so quickly and yet could be seen in a sinuous poisonous streak in memory.  He misses…he misses a shoulder pressed to his arm with a joke tripping off a pointed tongue. He misses a shadow just behind him, mimicking his walk half in jest and half in little brother worship. He misses the quiver of magic held behind teeth and the lean shape among broader brethren. 

What Thor misses about his brother is some essential brotherness. The love that only they could’ve shared and now has been lost, murdered cruelly at Loki’s own hands and then again by an alien lord just when hope of resurrection stirred. 

What Thor misses is his own childhood, the spread of his mother’s skirts and the way they had shared sitting at their edges. How he had watched enraptured as her hands weaved stories until Loki fell asleep, head in Thor’s lap and their mother’s presence making them both infinitely safe and loved. 

He misses being loved like that. By her. By Loki. Who was left in the world that loved him when he had been a foolish headstrong child, instead of the lesson weary man he had become? Who was left that had loved him when he was flawed? 

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jynxwrites asked: As I grew older, Langston Hughes, fili&kili please?

Full Text of the Poem

Fili had never bothered to have dreams. His life was a straight pathway, laid down long before he came into the world. He would trod the stones of it and come to the natural end when the time came. He understood his purpose, his plan. He kept a level head and pushed away the things that would hinder him.

Kili….Kili had many dreams. He had that luxury, second born and wild from the start. He taught himself the things he wanted to know and left the rest aside. At night, he told Fili stories of the things he would do, the places he would go.

And Fili wanted to hold him fast, to pin him down and tell him that it could not be. Only the bright gleam in Kili’s eyes. the passion in his voice, all the hope in that small body kept Fili’s lips sealed shut.

Let Kili have his time of dreaming. Let the world do the work of tearing them away. Fili would have Kili’s stories, a borrowed dream or two.

Poetry Prompts

dragonmuse:

Autumn puts me in a lyrical mood. Give me a poem (preferably one I can find the text for online) and a character or pairing.  Stick ‘em in mah box. 

    Now the leaves are falling fast,
    Nurse’s flowers will not last;
    Nurses to the graves are gone,
    And the prams go rolling on. 

- “Autumn Song” by W.H. Auden

Poetry Prompts

Autumn puts me in a lyrical mood. Give me a poem (preferably one I can find the text for online) and a character or pairing.  Stick ‘em in mah box. 

    Now the leaves are falling fast,
    Nurse’s flowers will not last;
    Nurses to the graves are gone,
    And the prams go rolling on. 

- “Autumn Song” by W.H. Auden

Fic Posted: When the Screws Fall Out

When the Screws Fall Out.  Explicit. The Breakfast Club. Brian/Bender. 11k.

"Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place." - John Bender, The Breakfast Club

Their ten year reunion is accidental, a strip club run in with Bender on the stage and Brian in the audience.

Notes: This started off as a light-hearted PWP inspired by a prompt from amayakumiko, but it refused to stay that way. This story takes place in the early 90s and does depict a character dealing with an HIV diagnosis. I am not all a medical professional, please take nothing spoken of here as medical fact.  No one dies in this story.