#// thanks for this one!

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Hi Terra

I love your fics!

May I request a drabble for this dialogue prompt from @\otpprompts's blog? Levihan or any Levi or Hange other pairings and sfw or nsfw are fine.

Person A: "staring very intensely at B's chest"

Person B: What is it?

Person A: Your shirt.

Person B, looking down at their shirt: What's wrong with it?

Person A: It's still on you.

Thank you!

The Suit  (another Friends crossover - sorry!) Characters: Levi x Hange; Nanaba; Floch  Word Count: 1425 words

Autumnal air had driven Hange and Nanaba from the balcony, forcing the pair to slide the glass, double doors shut behind them. Seated upon the couch in Hange’s lounge-diner, both had lapsed into sentimental silence. Hange drew in a shaking breath, their eyes fixed upon the television. Nanaba reached for a tissue to dab her eyes. 

“So beautiful…” she murmured appreciatively. 

Instead of the screen, the two friends were actually gazing with saccharine fondness at a three piece suit on a hanger.

It was a work of master craftsmanship. Hange had hung the cashmere-silk blend garments upon the door which led into the hallway. Pale grey trousers, complemented with neat, dark pinstripes, were draped over the edge of the television stand. These were partially covered by a matching waistcoat with neat, pearl buttons and an immaculate, silk-lined suit jacket. 

“I know…” Hange’s voice cracked. “Hey, pass me a tissue.”

A sudden rumbling sound broke their quiet contemplation. Hange’s phone shuddered against the low coffee table, its screen illuminating an unknown number.  Frowning, Hange studied the device for a moment before swiping across the bar and lifting it to their ear.  

“Huh? Floch?” 

Nanaba was met with a scowl as Hange endured the voice on the other end of the line. Finally, they cut him off with a derisive snort.

“Well if you weren’t such a candied ginger stick, it would’ve been harder for me to pin you to the ground!” Hange cried, rising to their feet.  Nanaba watched them pace around the coffee table, gesticulating violently. It was only as they drew close enough to smooth the sleeve of their new suit jacket that their eyes softened. 

“The fact remains; I picked it up first. You wouldn’t have even known about the wedding discount sale at Kleinmann’s if I hadn’t told you-”

Then Nanaba noticed their posture stiffen. 

“Hold on - you did what? You listen here, missy!”

Cursing vehemently, Hange threw their phone upon the sofa cushion, much to Nanaba’s astonishment.  

“That was the guy we saw at Kleinmann’s!” Hange growled, “Floch. He’s outdone himself this time!”

“What happened?” Nanaba shifted forward upon her couch cushion to catch a glimpse of Hange’s bitter resignation.

“You know the band that played at your wedding? Wings of Freedom?” Hange shook their head. “Well, Levi wanted them for our day too… but this fucker has booked them! Says he won’t cancel unless I hand over the suit…”

Nanaba’s eyes widened.

Hange continued their aimless march around the coffee table, fretting with wild movements. “What do I do? That is the suit. And it's the only one in that size!” They touched the material again wistfully. “But Levi wants the band!”

“Maybe you could talk Levi out of it?” Nanaba tried helpfully.

With uncanny timing, there came the rattle of Levi’s key. In one fluid motion, Hange snatched up the suit hanger, flung the garments across their coverlet and slammed the bedroom door shut. As Levi entered the apartment, he found Hange loitering in front of a blank television screen, scratching the back of their head absent-mindedly. 

Nanaba panicked.

“Uh… two?”

“...correct!” With a lightning reflex, Hange withdrew their hand from their hair, presenting two fingers. “I told you we have a psychic connection, Nana!” Levi glanced between the pair of them.

“...you guys spend way too much time together,” he declared, shrugging off his black jacket and placing his shoes neatly by the door. “This is what you two call entertainment…?”

“No, we’ve been catching up! Uh…” Hange and Nanaba shared another conspiratorial look. “We were talking about music actually… about how it’s more common to hire a wedding DJ these days as opposed to wedding bands. Right, Nanaba?”

“Y-yes…” Nanaba agreed woodenly, “who would have a band at their wedding anyway?”

“You and Mike?” Levi returned in a one neat serve, “you’d be a lot more convincing if Hange and I hadn’t danced to them at your wedding.”

“Right….” Nanaba sank back against the sofa cushion, conceding defeat without protest.

“Look, I liked Wings of Freedom when we heard them,” Levi continued, seating himself on the couch beside Hange and crossing a leg across his knee. “I’m not saying I know what’s popular but I’d choose them all the same because… well…”

Hange was studying him intently. Even as Levi left his sentence unfinished, they were poised as though ready to grasp his very next words.

“...nothing.” Levi exhaled through his nose and, removing his phone from his trouser pocket, placed it down heavily on the coffee table.

“Come on, Levi…”

“We’re not going to laugh… why do you like them so much, hmm?”

Levi’s eyes flicked uneasily from one face to the other. As he caught sight of Hange’s inquisitive gaze, the coolness in his expression began to thaw. His features warmed as he spoke. Hange and Nanaba could not help but edge closer, captivated by the honeyed tones of Levi’s voice; mesmerised by an emotion so pure, so profound that they felt themselves momentarily transported into his memory….

“...we were standing up on the terrace,” Levi recounted the night of Mike and Nanaba’s wedding. “You took me by my fingertips, like this-” He leaned to the very edge of his seat, catching the tips of Hange’s fingers and drawing them to him. “And we danced. Uncertain at first, then we got closer. You actually have some rhythm…” Levi gave a breathy little laugh. “I remember following your lead, Four Eyes. I didn’t know what I was doing. And that’s when it started to rain…”

In the present, all three heads jerked upwards as they imagined rain drops catching in their hair.

“...and below, we could hear everyone scream and run inside. But not us.” Levi threaded his fingers through Hange’s. .

“You put your arms around me. You looked…filthy. Your hair was soaked. Your glasses were all misted up and gross and you could hardly see what we were doing. But you insisted that we stay.” 

“‘Just a little longer?’ That’s what you asked me.” 

Nanaba lowered her head, smiling at the accuracy of Levi’s Hange impression. 

“And that’s when I knew… I wanted to stay with you all night,” Levi finished, “because you’re the person I wanna share all my dances with.”

A hushed awe had fallen over the lounge.

“Damn it,” Hange sighed. They gazed longingly towards their bedroom door, thinking of the beautiful suit that lay beyond it.

***

This was going to be a difficult goodbye. Posing in front of their stand mirror, Hange slid their hands inside the pockets of their pinstriped trousers. They turned to the side slowly, admiring how the material hugged their hips and glided down their legs. Rolling their shoulders back, Hange lifted their head. Light caught the jacquard silk paisley pattern tie fastened at the base of their throat. A handkerchief adorned their left breast pocket in the same silver material. Hange flicked open the button on their jacket, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the crisp white of their shirt, their slender body accentuated in a beautifully fitted waistcoat…

The bedroom door opened behind them, causing Hange to whirl round.

“Don’t come in! I’m trying on a suit!”

“Ah,” came Levi’s voice on the other side of the door. “You never said you’d got a suit.”

Hange gave themself one last look over. And then their shoulders slumped.

“It doesn’t matter. I have to take it back.” 

“So what does it matter if I come in?”

“Oh… guess you’re right.” Hange pulled the door open. “But you have to promise me that you won’t like it, okay?”

Levi opened his mouth to respond but found himself momentarily robbed of words. He swallowed. Steely grey eyes roved down Hange’s chest and legs.

“By the way, I booked Wings of Freedom,” Hange told him.

“That’s great,” he managed hoarsely, “but that suit… Hange, you look so…”

They caught his eye, their expression entreating him not to continue.

“...bad,” Levi finished lamely. He stared intently at Hange’s chest.

“What is it, Levi?”

“That shirt.”

Hange scrutinised themself.

“What's wrong with it?”

“It's…. still on you.” Levi swallowed again. “Makes me wanna rip it off…”

Before Hange could respond, he was sliding the jacket from their shoulders, his lips pressed to the flushed skin on their neck. 

“Levi… ah, Levi… don’t rip it…”

He lifted his head, hot breath ghosting over the shell of their ear. An impatient thumb slipped beneath Hange’s tie.

“...well, maybe you can rip it a little…” Hange conceded as their eyes closed blissfully…

[random-doctor-on-the-internet]

A world without music or books?

That's a difficult question. Without music, probably. I wanna be cultured.

[polutrope]

For the character asks: Caranthir!

Ah, a backburner blorbo of mine! I don't write him enough, but man do I have a good time when I do!

one aspect about them i love

He shows what he feels and he says what he thinks. Yeah, it makes him a asshole most of the time, but he's not dissembling.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

He really is the harshest and quickest to anger. Like, I appreciate making him complex! He can be reserved, he can be business-like, he can be charming with one person and awkward with another, he can be sexy, he can be intuitive and empathic and artistic... but he is also abrasive and prone to outbursts. I like that for him.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

Not particularly original, but he loves being alone. He will never get "lonely", he does not understand the concept. His ideal life would just be in a well-appointed tent in the mountains with a bunch of books and paints, and he'd take long walks along the ridge in the morning and at sunset.

Also, while we know he gathered many riches as Lord of Thargelion, I think his own appearance was pretty simple and austere. He wears some jewellery but they're all very practical, but high-quality, pieces: perhaps a band of mithril on his right forefinger, a single expertly-cut rare gem on a chain (normally hidden underneath his tunic), one gold stud in his ear. His clothing is all plain, muted colours but of the finest fabrics: raw silk, linen, lambs wool. If you have taste, you know he's classy. If you don't, he just looks plain. And he is judging you.

one character i love seeing them interact with

Angrod. A favourite rarepair. I like the idea that their spiky feelings towards each go way back to their youths, when they would just make a game of riling each other up constantly, and it always danced along the border of serious and funny, putting everyone on edge anticipating the time it would become fully Serious. Which it did. Not to say they didn't still want to bang it out after that.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

I'm all in for the Maglor and Caranthir were close agenda. They are like opposite outward manifestations of many of the same core characteristics (e.g., strong emotions, aesthetic appreciation, intellectual curiosity).

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

Shared sense of humour is a big part of why Maglor and Caranthir get along (and it is simultaneously a very intelligent and very crass sense of humour). Even though they don't get together that often, when they do they have so many inside jokes, and they will laugh at them (Maglor shrieking, Caranthir silently belly cramping) until their eyes water and they are in physical pain. No one else will ever get it.

[chadillacboseman]

WIP Poll Game

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Tagged by: @eclecticwildflowers

Tagging: @roofgeese @black-dragon-posting @theelderhazelnut @bisexualjohnnycage

UNFORTUNATELY, my stupid ass has so many drafts/wips they wouldn't fit on a poll so-- I had to pick just a few lol.

[dapg-otmebytheballs]

noticing traits in somebody else that you also see in yourself and discussing those similarities as they relate to gender non-conformity or neurodivergence isn't something to be demonized.

there's been a few instances in my personal life that i've speculated about a friend potentially being in the closet because i saw myself in them! their behaviors reminded me of my own behaviors that cishet people probably wouldn't take note of, but i saw them because i saw me.

i don't think speculation and discussion are wrong in his situation. i didn't confront/harass my friends about my thoughts in the same way that the people on here who i've seen talking about dnp gender or neurodivergence wouldn't confront/harass them about it. (i also didn't discuss my speculations about my friends with anyone, but there's a difference to me between talking about a friend with other people who know them and having a conversation about a public figure.)

discussion about aspects of ourselves that we see in dnp isn't dangerous. no one is out here making accusations or demands; it's speculation in the most neutral sense ("to review something idly or casually and often inconclusively," webster's dictionary). people aren't speaking in serious definitives or being invasive in any of the discussion that i've seen. in actuality, the only negative thing i've seen surrounding the discussion is people being belittled or shamed for the grand crime of...recognizing similarities between their own experiences and what we've seen from someone else? i'm not sure when we all agreed that the only acceptable action is to assume someone is the 'normal' option unless they've stated otherwise.

i think you're right to prompt people to look inward about what exactly it is that might be making them uncomfortable about these conversations.

sending you love <3

100% what you said and actually, thank you for bringing up the difference in how we engage with public figures (who understand that their lives are being speculated about by a much larger number of people than your average Joe) vs how we engage with our peers (whose lives are intertwined with our own hence making any discussion or gossip about them immediately spread within our insular groups/communities and often being seen as having more truth than celebrity gossip bc it's a more grounded relationship with people we see regularly, rather than a parasocial one)

It's interesting, when I was studying Philosophy at college we had an entire section in a lesson just talking about the ethics of "Gossip" (esp wrt celebrity culture) and how it's inevitable and even human nature to speculate about and be interested in each other and with public figures it involves a lot more people so how do you navigate the ethics of that? And back then I thought "this is surely common sensical, surely we don't need to dedicate lesson time to discussing the ethics of talking about public figures vs random people in our lives" but I suppose this is exactly why people have needed to properly discuss and discourse these topics from an objective lens of what is ethical, because you need strong basic principles and understanding of ethics to build upon particular situations. And this is maybe what is lacking from a lot of discourse:

we are expecting our personal feelings and discomfort to do the work that academic inquiries (ie, rational systematic breakdown of any situation, not even in a classroom just in your mind) are supposed to do.

You won't reach the answer to "is this okay to do?" by thinking in terms of "how does it feel? Does it feel right or does it feel wrong?" because genuinely you gotta put in the work to ask "what is leading to this situation, whom if anyone does it harm, what steps do people already take to mitigate this, how can we create an environment that causes the least possible harm to all parties included, what does this particular thing mean for us socially and politically?"

It's okay if people don't have the time to engage in these introspections but the trouble is too many people thinking they should preach their opinions on these ethical matters without actually doing any ethical reasoning on their parts instead of moralistic ones.

Thanks for the love, anon! ❤️ This was a good one to receive and discuss

[bretwalda-lamnguin]

saw you post this ask game and blacked out briefly. 🐅 💖 💛 talk to me about denethor….

🐅(characterisation): Lore and history has always been Denethor’s joy. It became common early in his rule for people to bring family heirlooms or tales of their ancestors, to seek the truth behind them. This frustrated Denethor’s counsellors, but was a welcome break from the tedium of mediating disputes and stress of planning for war. He later banned this, as it became too distracting once the war became more serious and demanded more of his time.

💖 (romantic relationships): Finduilas and Denethor’s marriage was a political one, but not in the usual sense. They were drawn to each other because of their beauty and their shared yet different strangeness (Denethor being very Númenorian, Finduilas very elvish). But both also agreed that cooperation between Minas Tirith and the coast was essential in the coming crisis, and saw the other as their perfect political partner. Denethor is all cunning, a brilliant administrator and military planner, but his forcefulness and brusqueness tends to ruffle more than a few feathers. Finduilas was a master of public relations and diplomacy, building and keeping the coalition that Denethor puts to work. Her death was a massive blow-personally and politically.

Thorongil (I know you’re waiting for this!): It’s such a fraught thing, not just between them but the triangle they form with Ecthelion as well. It is such an underrated ship, though I go back and forward on if it was consummated (maybe only once?).

The awful dynamics. They look like close kin, the absolute narcissism of it. Yet under all of that they agree on almost everything. They’re fighting this terrible battle of wills in the narrowest of margins. I do think part of this is Denethor’s relationship with his own father (I’m going to post something about that soon don’t worry!) It’s a proxy battle as well, Denethor vs Ecthelion, Ecthelion doesn’t want to depend on his son, and so turns to Thorongil. Denethor is therefore faced with a choice, defeat Thorongil or claim him for himself. I think in the end Thorongil manages to disentangle himself from this a little bit, and it’s part of the reason he leaves when he does. I also think Finduilas resembles Arwen (I think Arwen is called Finduilas in a draft?) and seeing Denethor and Finduilas marry is a big thing for Thorongil in many ways, but it is also part of his cue to get out.

💛 (familial relationships): I’ve talked quite a lot about Denethor and his sons, and I’m currently finalising a post about his relationship with his father, so lets go for his sisters! We know he had two older ones.

The eldest (Andreth) I imagine as being quite like him, scholarly, stern and proud. Denethor in youth followed her into the guild of loremasters. She was one of three referees on his entry. Any rumours of nepotism were quickly snuffed out-she proved by far the strictest, saying that Denethor’s lore was merely ‘passable’, though the others were highly impressed. To Denethor though, this was the highest praise he had ever been given. The two did grow much closer after this, and she was one of the pillars of Denethor’s life. Between them they wrote much, particularly on the history of the Húrinionath. She never married and was evacuated with the other women and children before the Battle of the Pelennor fields, much to her fury. She never returned to Minas Tirith.

The younger (Nimloth) was more adventurous. It was she who first took Boromir climbing in the White Mountains, though in youth Denethor and Andreth had often joined her. Friendly enough, not nearly as intimidating as her siblings, but not usually sociable, preferring her own or very close company. Was actually quite close with Thorongil for a time, some speculated they would marry (though in truth she had no interest in men). She died during an expedition early in Denethor’s rule. Her body was never recovered (Denethor forbade Boromir, and Andreth forbade Denethor), but Denethor and Andreth both had visions of her death.

[gingersnappish]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💝💕 (no pressure!!)

Ooh thank you, this is fun! I love little music-based things! 'Just Do It' - Julia Michaels 'Pinch Me' - Barenaked Ladies 'Jetzt oder nie' - Maite Kelly 'Irreplaceable' - Beyoncé 'What's The Best Thing You've Ever Stolen' - Hans Zimmer (oh heeeey! It's the tune Kraken and I pretty much decided encapsulates the softer moments in DIEYMLIH!)

[xofantasycloud]

I don’t know how to make any of those symbols but which fic was your easiest and which was your hardest?

To be fair, neither do I. But anyways, my easiest was Soaring I think because it came really easily to me and I didn’t hit any writers block whilst writing it, and my hardest… I think it’s actually DWTSS, but only because that one’s so different from everything else I’ve done. I mean I love it, but it’s been rough sometimes to keep up with the sexual tension/suspense/high tempo lol.

[dcviated]

vanilla sunday meme :: open

@etherose sent: 3. Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced? For Malkuth!

Affection for Malkuth is like... a truck. The isekai truck. It'll take you to another wor-- no, I'm kidding. Mostly! But she is definitely forward and open about how she feels about people. Platonic affection can be considered a dime a dozen. Cheek kisses. Lots of hugs and pats. Hand holding. 'I love you!'s. She's an open book. It's a double edged sword though, let it be known.

Since it's hard to tell if any of that goes beyond the 'friend' vibe and into anything else. I've said multiple times in the past that Malkuth is quick to form a familial connection on the platonic side than she is a crush. Growing up a single child, and also having issues connecting and holding friends in her early life and all that shit with L Corp... yeah.

She's good at kissing! Because she's done a bit of it. The unknown in this equation is how she'd be at more intimate kisses. The answer is also good, if a bit clumsy at the outset. But she's a curious sort who would adapt and find her paces quickly especially if someone provides feedback. She wants to please. She's very service minded. And playful.

So.

Y'know. :^)

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

(ID in alt text)

[tariah23]

Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess

[ollisuu]

Hehe portable dad

[wishfulsketching]

I have finally finished season 2 of Arcane and can now enjoy your art without fear!!! They should be happy together 🥺

I take it "they" means zaundads because that is what I've been drawing the most BUT, lets be honest, applies to like 98% of the characters in the show.

They should've been a big happy familyyyy

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything