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  • Heres a short backstory of how I got into writing my Thorin fan fiction

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    When I was in the hospital a few years ago I would literally imagine Thorin at my bedside and sometimes that was the only way to cope with the pain. Then when I got out that’s when I got into writing because I realized I can put all of my raw emotions of pain suffering and love onto a piece of paper. (Needless to say it turned out much longer than I anticipated) I started off writing the battle scene as the first chapter because pain was pretty much the only thing I was still feeling. (besides the fact I needed a fix-it fic after botfa) Being able to write my feelings has honestly done me more good than I ever thought it would! It allows me to express my emotions and is almost like a personal diary in a way. I don’t think I can ever stop writing now. 

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  • His fingers moved across her cheek. Sparks followed his touch. Carina’s breath hitched.

    The Prince tucked his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. He smiled warmly at her and Carina’s insides seemed to melt. He took her hand, helping the young woman stand. She sucked in a deep breath, finally remembering that breathing was essential.

    The Prince led her away from the other girls who remained kneeling. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He gave her a pleasant smile. 

    Carina opened and closed her mouth. “I… Who…” She cleared her throat, cheeks flushing. “Forgive me.” She paused, attempting to reorganize her thoughts. “You chose me?”

    The Prince nodded once. “Of course. You are the woman that I seek to marry.” He brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “And I hope you are okay with that.”

    Carina froze at his touch. The sparks that traveled across her skin were wonderful. His touch felt like a tingling surge of lightning. She loved it. “Of… Of course. I couldn’t deny the Prince, now could I?”

    The Prince dropped his hand, and Carina realized just how much she wanted his touch again. “You could, actually. While, yes, there would be a consequence to denying my plans, you will soon learn that I value your choice in every matter.”

    Carina shifted her gaze to the line of girls who were now being permitted to stand. From where she and the Prince stood in an empty, darkened alley between the flower shop and bakery, she realized that none of the other candidates could see them. 

    “Carina,” She turned her attention back to the Prince. “I need you to know that I love you.” His beautiful, dark blue eyes seemed to grow sad.

    Carina tilted her head. “You love me? Sire, with all due respect, you don’t even know me.”

    A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I know you better than you know yourself. I know your fears, your worries, your mistakes-”

    Carina’s skin crawled with tingles. And not the good kind that his touch had produced. He knew her mistakes. How? Every wrong thing she had done was known to this man. Her Prince. Her betrothed.

    “Nothing is hidden from me.” He told her. “Well…” He sighed. “I can’t say that. There are certain things that I am not permitted to know.”

    “Such as?” Carina ventured to ask. 

    He chuckled lightly. “You will see in due time, my love.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I have a gift for you." 

    Carina frowned. "My Prince, you shouldn’t have.” She insisted. “This ceremony is to honor you. Not me.”

    The Prince smirked. “Is this not the Choosing? A ceremony that honors the bride chosen by the Prince of Tredia?”

    “Well-”

    “I insist that you accept my gift.” He produced from his pocket a small, dark blue box. He gently laid it in her hands. “Go ahead and open it." 

    Carina obeyed, hands shaking as she did so. She gasped once her actions revealed the beautiful band of gold inside. "It’s beautiful.”

    She gently pulled it out. “Thank you, my Prince.”

    “Devan.” He told her, gently taking the ring from her hands. “My name is Devan. I am not just your Prince anymore, Carina. I do believe I am your soon-to-be husband.”

    Carina’s cheeks burned with her blush. “It doesn’t seem right that I should call you by your first name.”

    “If I am to be your husband, I want our relationship to be pure and intimate. And we can start with removing titles.” He informed her. “I may be a Prince, but I am your Prince. Other women call me by that title. But none call me by my true name." 

    Carina watched Devan kneel on the ground, holding the golden ring in his hand. "Let this ring be a testimony of my love for you.” He began. “In the days when I am not there, let it be a reminder that you still have someone who loves you unconditionally. I hope that this ring reminds you that no matter what you do, you will always find love in my arms.”

    Carina looked down. “Devan…”

    He slid the ring onto her ring finger. “I promise to make you my wife. I truly mean that, Carina.”

    Carina admired the ring that glittered on her finger. Devan smiled as he watched her. “I’m not sure about you, my bride. But I’m famished. Perhaps we could get something for the two of us to eat?”

    Carina turned her attention back to her fiance. “Very well, my Prince.”

    Devan allowed her to loop her arm around his. Devan guided her out of the alley, several eyes turning to look at them. Carina looked down as their whispers started. 

    “Hold your head high.” Devan whispered to his bride. “You are to be Tredia’s Princess and future Queen. Do not let their judgmental whispers overcome your courage.”

    Carina looked at him. “Will I be leaving with you tonight?”

    Devan sighed. “I’m afraid not.”

    Carina bit her lip. “Why not?”

    “The timing is not right,” Devan said, turning to face her. “My father has asked me to wait in bringing you to your new home.”

    “I… I understand that it takes time for a groom to prepare his house for a wife. But you are not like other grooms.” Carina argued.

    “No, I’m not.” Devan agreed. “But even my home will take preparing for you.” He closed his eyes for a moment, and Carina caught a wince that paused on his features for a moment. “There is much you have yet to understand. And I fear that you will learn too much before the year is up.”
     

    *    *    *

    Carina sat in her room, staring out her window at the dirt path that led travelers to Noelagard. She had been waiting too long for her betrothed to come for her. It had been three months. That was the usual time it took for a man to come for his bride. The groom would leave to prepare a house for his new bride with the help of his father. Then he would return for his bride.

    Carina hung her head. Her Prince had not come. He wrote to her often. And in every letter, he promised her his return. 

    I’ll return for you soon. He had promised in his most recent letter to her. Do not lose heart, love. I will come for you.

    Carina grew tired of waiting. Around her, the other girls in her village were getting married. Her two best friends were living happily with their new husbands. They had both gotten married just a month ago.

    Carina glanced out the window once more as the sun set behind the Golden Hills. She sighed, letting her curtain fall closed over the glass. He had not come today.

    She stood from her window seat, venturing down out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen. Her mother was setting the table, her little brothers helping. Carina helped stir a pot, her mother watching her.

    “Carina,” she started, hoping to console her daughter. She knew how frustrated Carina was. “The Prince will return-”

    “Don’t.” Carina snapped. “Just… Don’t.” She wasn’t in the mood to hear her mother’s words. They were always the same.

    The Prince will return. She promised Carina the other week.

    Carina plopped herself down at the table, poking at her food. Her mother had made her favorite. But Carina could hardly focus on eating. How long would her betrothed make her wait? Three months didn’t seem too long for some people. But it was. She wanted a life like the other girls around her. She wanted a husband, a home to call her own where she could raise a family, and a chance to have children. But the longer she waited, the more she feared that her dream wouldn’t happen.

    A knock on the front door startled Carina out of her thoughts. She rubbed her face for a moment. Then she stood up, walking over to the door. Her little brothers and mother watched her, sad looks in their eyes.

    Carina opened the door, not at all surprised when she saw a messenger from the castle. He came regularly to deliver the letters the Prince sent her. She accepted the sealed envelope, a bit astonished at the thickness. She could feel the number of papers inside the envelope.

    The messenger gave her a small nod, almost as if apologizing. She frowned. That didn’t seem good.

    “Do you have a letter that I can give to the Prince?” He asked.

    Carina swallowed. “No, I do not.”
       
    He nodded, eyeing the letter he had just given her. “Well… I leave first thing in the morning. If you wish to send a letter, I will return just before I depart tomorrow.”
       
    Carina nodded, closing the door. She looked down at the letter in her hands. She didn’t know if she wanted to read it. She slowly set the letter on a small table in the main room, returning to the dinner table.

    *    *    *

    Carina slowly opened the envelope. Her shaking hands broke the seal, removing the many papers inside. She unfolded them, finding her name scrawled across the top of the first page. She licked her dry lips, allowing herself to sit on her bed, eyes scanning the papers.

    Carina,
       
    Forgive me, my love, for the long wait. I truly believed that we would be married by now. Or at least planning a wedding. 
       
    If it were up to me, I would have already come for you. Believe me, it tore me apart to have to leave you when I chose you as my bride. 

    My father, unfortunately, has not given me his permission to retrieve you yet. And until he allows me to do so, I fear that you will need to remain in your village.

    I apologize for the inconvenience. Old enemies have begun to emerge. If I were to wed you now, your presence would become known. This could make you a target. Please, Carina, for your safety and the kingdom’s safety, stay away. 

    Carina threw down the letter, angry tears in her eyes. She sat down on her bed, holding her head in her hands. Her body shook as tears moved down her cheeks.
     
    He was making her wait. On purpose. She bit her lip. How long would she have to wait and wonder when he would come for her? She glared at the letter, its multiple papers scattered across her wooden floor. She didn’t even finish reading the full message. She couldn’t bring herself to.

    She had put her faith in a man who made empty promises to keep her complacent. She furiously wiped at her eyes. How much longer would he toy with her?

    Her mother would obviously side with the Prince. She always did. Carina wouldn’t be able to confide in her for advice. She needed to get out. 
    She grabbed the letter, crumpling it into a ball. She shoved it into a random bag that she often used for traveling. She dropped it on the ground, sinking to her knees. 

    Did he not understand how important this was to her? When his letters first arrived, she felt alive with hope. Here was a man who would care for her in her deceased father’s place. But slowly, her hope and admiration for the Prince died. It seemed to her that he made excuses to keep her waiting.
    She wouldn’t have anymore of it.

    Carina moved to her trunk of clothes. She threw it open, blindly grabbing a bag. She had to get out of Tredia.

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  • Writing Prompt No. 21

    After a horrific nuclear war, almost all of humanity was killed and all that remains is a bunker hidden deep beneath the ground. One day you are doing your job as usual, when you discover something unbelievable and somewhat horrific.

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    my little dragon cat thinking he can protect me ❤️❤️❤️

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  • …“Find the others with hearts like yours,

    Run far, run free

    I’m with you…

    I love my life! I am powerful, I am beautiful, I am free…

    I love my life! I am wonderful, I am magical, I am me”…

    My life (lyrics), Robbie Willams

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  • since I can’t go to the beach here’s what I would’ve looked like.

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  • When you were born, the doctor told your parents you had a hole in your heart. It made you self aware of all the things you were doing until one day, you start feeling chest pain, and you rush into the hospital. They run a quick x-ray on you, and a short time later, they come back, with a look of confusion. They show you the x-ray, and the hole in your heart is a perfectly shaped keyhole. 

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    Here’s an excerpt from Wedding Bells and Blood.

    Content Warnings: mention of domestic abuse, trauma

    Keep reading

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  • Writers be like “I’m gonna work on every random writing tangent I can find before finishing my main project, and I will NOT touch anything with a deadline.”

    I’m writers.

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  • - Note that creating character’s Instagram accounts, making zepetos of them, etc is not counted as productivity. What is productive is something that helps you know your character better instead of flaunting what you already know about them. Eg- Writing a back story for the characters.

    - Create a character playlist for the character from whose point of view you’re writing and play it while writing them (if you’re writing third person then just make a playlist for the WIP itself).

    - Read the dialogue out loud (pretend it’s actually happening) so that you can see as you go if it sounds realistic enough which makes later editing a lot easier.

    - Focus on writing, set a goal, discover what makes you focus best. There are apps for focusing but it’s okay if those don’t work for you. I tried one once and it just made me keep track of time rather than my productivity which was not what I wanted out of it and it made my productivity fall, so it’s okay if those don’t work for you, the main thing is finding out what works for you and not what works for everyone else.

    - Just write, nobody is going to force you to reveal your work unless you are okay with it. Just write whatever you feel like and if you don’t like it two days later, it’s completely alright. The fact that you wrote something is more important and overall more productive because you discover what is wrong, even if you don’t have what is right.

    “I have not failed, I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” -Thomas Alva Edison

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  • - Note that creating character’s Instagram accounts, making zepetos of them, etc is not counted as productivity. What is productive is something that helps you know your character better instead of flaunting what you already know about them. Eg- Writing a back story for the characters.
    - Create a character playlist for the character from whose point of view you’re writing and play it while writing them (if you’re writing third person then just make a playlist for the WIP itself).
    - Read the dialogue out loud (pretend it’s actually happening) so that you can see as you go if it sounds realistic enough which makes later editing a lot easier.
    - Focus on writing, set a goal, discover what makes you focus best. There are apps for focusing but it’s okay if those don’t work for you. I tried one once and it just made me keep track of time rather than my productivity which was not what I wanted out of it and it made my productivity fall, so it’s okay if those don’t work for you, the main thing is finding out what works for you and not what works for everyone else.
    - Just write, nobody is going to force you to reveal your work unless you are okay with it. Just write whatever you feel like and if you don’t like it two days later, it’s completely alright. The fact that you wrote something is more important and overall more productive because you discover what is wrong, even if you don’t have what is right.
    “I have not failed, I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” -Thomas Alva Edison

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  • Good morning & #HappyHorrors from @loren_molloy 😘 #saturdaymorning #saturdayvibes #saturday #saturdaymood #me #morning #director #producer #actor #author #selfie #selfiesaturday #nomakeup
    https://www.instagram.com/p/B-R6OomlB9V/?igshid=rweznts1w5hi

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