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your art is so nice btw!! i love your colors they’re so cozy ;w; thank you!!

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30 Kisses - Kiss 24

This kiss is a gift for @shinigami714 who is a ridiculously talented artist and an amazing friend, who I was lucky enough to meet in person a few years back. Thinking about you always, even when you stay quiet on Tumblr <3

12 Days of Christmas - Day 3

Kili wouldn’t have been able to sleep even if he drank all of Oin’s sleeping draughts in one go.

The battle was tomorrow. Come dawn his uncle and brother would try to do their utmost to kill each other. Nausea twisted in his stomach and Kili thought he might be sick again, but he swallowed thickly instead, fighting to keep it down.

How did it come to this, he asked himself for the hundredth time and lost himself in thought once again. He agonised over whether he might have noticed, whether he’d been blind to the rising tensions within his own family, or the way Fili’s spine kept going more and more stiff.

He couldn’t tell.

Fili rebelled during their third year in the Mountain.

It was mostly about the gold – thrice cursed metal – Fili felt that keeping their wealth accumulated as it had been for centuries was a mistake and would only bring another calamity on them sooner or later. He thought that it should be broken apart and transported away for safe keeping, traded and used to kick-start commerce once again and outright given away to the people they promised a share.

He also disagreed with the way the Kingdom was ran, how they still, years later, were technically at war with the elves and people of Laketown, he mourned the starvation that hit the Mountain at odds with the whole world, it seemed.

Many agreed. Dangerously many.

There was something about Fili – intelligence combined with a natural talent for diplomacy – that made him credible to people.