Thrandaddy

She/her. Reader,writer,artist,musician,dancer Multifandom: Good Omens, Star Wars, LoZ, Heated Rivalry, LOTR. Frequently NSFW https://archiveofourown.org/users/Leviosally468/works

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Happy Pride Month!!

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Let's start a tag game! Reblog with a self-rec from your LGBTQ theme creations, and tag five more people! All fandoms welcome!

Please accept this offering featuring art student Crowley, librarian Aziraphale, fabulous Eric and drag show shenanigans!

Figuring It Out

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Rating: E

Spring has come to London, and with it, fresh possibilities. Anthony Crowley--determined to finally follow through on old dreams--signs up for a couple of classes as he tries to revisit what he loves best, get out of a rut, and get back into his career as a freelancer. Aziraphale works as a librarian not far from St. Lucius' School of Fine Art, and when his neighbour and friend, Anathema, asks if he would be interested in a little side-gig as one of the life models for her Intermediate Figure Drawing class, he agrees.

That's not going to awaken things in anyone, right?

Read it here.

Tagging: @gaiaseyes451, @hermiola, @melians-griddle, @gaydhros, @indigofyrebird and anyone else who sees this and wants to play!!

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WIP Wednesday

Levs actually posting a wip snippet on a Wednesday? Stranger things have happened!

Thank you for the most recent tag, @gaiaseyes451 and for past tags @gaydhros and @balrogballs I haven't forgotten, but life has finally allowed me some breathing space!

Have this little letter from Elrond to Celebrian. They have just begun courting here.

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My dearest Celebrían,

This letter is brought to you by Maecheneb, our newest pigeon, rather than in the hands of any gossip-hungry relatives. And though he understands Quenya, he can’t read a word of Tengwar, so I am free to admit to you just how ardently I desire to take your chilly fingers in my own… even into my mouth so that I might suck the cold away, discovering to my delight the lingering taste of those butter candies you favour upon each pad. I would kiss the frost from your nose and ears, and then I would press my lips to yours, and kiss such warmth against them that the very air around us should turn to heat and steam with it. Though I admit, In committing myself to willing circulation into your extremities, mine shall surely flee from my own in favour of rallying other places. How is that for a distraction?

You may tell your mother that pigeons are no good for delivering anything heavier than a small scroll, but that a second pair of gloves shall be delivered to her with the soonest courier and arrive well in advance of the next winter. And yes, to answer the question I can hear you asking yourself; it is in my best interest to win the affection of not only the daughter I have grown most endearingly fond of, but her mother as well.

The foundling children are a rowdy bunch; eager to learn of lore and bookish things, but perhaps even more so to learn of weaponry and the ways of battle. For they are sharp and quick and have heard tell among the men of the reason for the muster. They all think themselves legendary knights of the First Age. They make an early father of me, for which I am honoured and grateful, both on account of their affection and for the much-needed practise, in case Eru should will it that someday I might indeed have my own. I think I would quite enjoy that.

While I agree it is bittersweet that our next meeting shall be dogged by marching drums, and pierced through by battle trumpets, I too count the days. I have so much to tell you that a letter cannot do justice to.

Until then, I am thinking back on my memories of us strolling upon the shores of Mirrormere with the sun on our faces. Your hair turned to gold, your fair cheeks kissed bronze and your beautiful laughter brings me a warmth that I revisit in my own cold, dark hours when I am in need of comfort and strength. I send you this warm thought in the hopes it might also bring you some respite until I can hold you once more.

(If ever you use Amroth as a messenger again and he persists in his nosiness…ask him how Anárion is faring. Trust me.)

Yours,

Elrond

Tagging: @cheeseplants, @harlotofupdog, @seaemberthesecond, @antlered-vixen, @starshadeemilyart

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jgkhkvhkgh I haven’t drawn this kinda stuff in a while. Uncropped here!

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Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

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If I didn't want readers to chew on it, I wouldn't have spent all that time on the mouthfeel

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[dagnyart]

When Elrond is heading to Valinor. In my AU they stay together - in one version in Middle Earth until Legolas finish his journey - in other Thranduil also goes to Valinor with Frodo and the others. This art is something else, I had a bittersweet mood. What ending do you like the most? Do we have any fanon opinion about it?

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[thethirdromana]

What most people think the challenges of polyamory are: jealousy, lack of commitment, insecurity.

What better-informed people think the challenges of polyamory are: calendar management, social stigma.

What the challenges of polyamory actually are: when your husband and your lover bond over classical music, and your lover suggests to your husband that he would really enjoy Stravinsky. And it turns out your husband does really enjoy Stravinsky, but unfortunately with the exception of the opening bit of Firebird, which is OK, you fucking hate Stravinsky. And the background music of your life is Stravinsky for months on end because your husband loves Stravinsky now. So even when the three of you meet up together it turns into Stravinsky Fan Club Time. Plus a third wheel of you.

[ismeneee]

Vying for Lordship of the Fountain

Finally able to post my first art for TRSB 2023 !! Working with @joyfullynervouscreator has been so fun, fic to be posted soon!

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Themmmmmm 🥹

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Alliances

Once again, being very uncreative with my GIF because I've been so exhausted, but wanted to share the chapter update! Featuring self-doubting Elrond, dramatic Thran, a generous helping of fluffy banter and some spicy lovin' as a treat. Megahuge thanks to @melians-griddle, as always, for calling out my 72-word run-ons and comma abuses. 😆🫶 . . . Picking his way along the gnarled limb, Elrond inches toward the heart of the tree where it thickens, then leaps upward, pulling himself nimbly onto the next highest branch. The path through this tree is a well-known one, and Elrond’s hands and feet carry him through her flower-heavy limbs with little conscious thought. At last, he leaps lightly and soundlessly onto the pale wooden shingles of the roof. 

Or so he thinks.

“It is well that we will be meeting our enemy head on, out in the open on the battlefield.” Thranduil’s back is to Elrond where he’s perched upon the roof’s ridge, one long leg drawn up to his chest and the other dangling over the peak of the gable.

“Is that so?” Elrond replies, playing along as he steps lightly around the glass dome and over to his beloved, settling down just behind him.

“Yes.” Thranduil leans back instantly, eagerly as though he has been waiting for him, settling his head upon Elrond’s shoulder. He cranes back further until he’s looking up at him, a playful smile on his lips and a starlit gleam in his eyes. “For stealth has never been your strong suit, meldonya.”

Elrond sniffs derisively, rolling his eyes. It’s far from the first of Thranduil’s competitive prods, and it shall not be the last.

“Don’t fret, my lord. Even you cannot be perfect at everything.” Reaching back for Elrond’s hand, Thranduil laces his slender fingers into it, drawing it to his lips to kiss over his knuckles. “Would it hearten you if I were to admit I smelled the cakes first and heard you second? A close second, mind you.”

Read it here.

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[juliedillon]

The full set (so far) of my king + knight illustration series 👑 ⚔

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Okay, so I'm /actually/ about to write a porn fic to AO3, and I'm interested in knowing what the difference is between the M rating and E rating. Able to enlighten me?

Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is 'and here’s how they did it exactly.’

To wit: mature.

He looked at the envelope, spread out before him.

God, he’d never been this hungry.

Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed.

Explicit:

The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow–

Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes…

Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was.

He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss.

Afterwards, he stroked the envelope, and thought about addresses.

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E vs. M heritage post tbh

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Applogies if you burst into flame upon opening this fic 🕊️

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Alliances

I couldn't think of a better cover, so y'all get my Elronduil art from November 🫣 But, Alliances Ch. 2 is up! . . .

“I was under the impression that alliances existed in spite of wars, not necessarily as a result of them. Or am I mistaken in the sourcing of our grain, cloth, cheese, wine, good steel?” Thranduil counters, resigned but determined. The fire and adrenaline of his first fight of the afternoon is apparently going to carry him straight into another. Worse, he can already tell how this one is going to end.

“You know that is not of what I speak. A political ally is a thing of necessity, yes, in war as much as in peace. But it is not the same thing as friendship. There are those, especially among the Noldor who would grasp your hand like a blood brother to your face while holding a dagger to your back with the other. And always they are restless and ambitious, their eyes and ears bent upon a larger prize, no matter the cost. I sense it even now. There are those who would die for you, and those who would take your life in place of their own. You would do well to finally learn the difference.”

“You would do well to not be so bitter and resentful, ada. You have not let anyone within arm’s length of you since nana died. Could it not be that you have simply forgotten what friendship feels like?” 

If his father wishes to pick off the old scabs of history, Thranduil holds no shame in making sure they bleed. Even if it means bleeding a few of his own as well.

Oropher stops abruptly in their circuit of the parade grounds, the furious look he hurls at Thranduil sending a cold shiver up his spine. But there is pain also, frozen in the ice of his gaze; deeply entrenched, ancient and repressed. It tugs at some equally reclusive and painful thing in the depths of Thranduil’s chest despite his frustration.

I miss her just as much as you do. Read it here.

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elrond and celebrian meeting... uwu

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Lolllll

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I've coloured some of the sketches I did of Tyelpe :)

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Tatted up ‘brimbor my beloved

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quick detour from doctor who stuff for a minute since i just binged good omens yesterday

(i’ve got a tenrose piece in the works rn that’s been a bigger undertaking than expected, sorry for the delay in posting!)

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Gay slay day