#🥺 themst!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hosannan]

It does not take asking around and prodding at strangers for him to find his sister.

It's far easier than that - far easier than their first meeting, an overdue reunion drawn out by a warring world - and he may, if asked, chalk it up to that idealized thought of family. Of course he would find her. There is no other answer. Like a lighthouse in a storm, he follows familiar flaxen hair as it flows down the hall.

"Nanna!" Diarmuid erupts like a crashing wave - he heralds her with a raised hand, and walks purposely closer, opening his arms for a hug.

"I've missed you terribly. How have you been?"

It's been a year, now. I missed you.

He was, for all he was worth, her light at the end of the tunnel. It was not fragile, but steady, pressed into the earth like a pulse—the kind she was left following since she was born. She gathered from the day that he arrived that her mother had never found him, and worse yet, that he had never known of her love. In her mother's stead, she stood in his light and thought she would love him, could love him. To no surprise, she did. So many years were spent echoing her own thoughts, burying her own roses, with no one to understand her as closely as the hallowed out tree she would whisper her secrets to. That is, until he came rushing in, knees buckling, hair slicked back in waves of dressed flax.

"...Diarmuid!"

Her shock immediately cocktailed with delight, sparking a sort of relief that could only render in his company. Wrapping herself tightly around his chest, she thought to be clever, to be bright, to be something or another. Instead, her heart spilled over, reminded that he was going to see through it all anyway. "As I've missed you...!" Her voice muffled in his shirt, before parted gently to let him breath. "I've been well!"

"..." The letters. She ought to ask about the letters. "I want to ask..." Pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, she mused about all the strange correspondence issues they had been having since they arrived. In fact, much of her own brother's letters were lost in the transitory mist, between sea and time. "Just... how long has it been since we've seen each other?"

"I don't want to assume... but..."

"I'm afraid of missing more of you." She admitted, bowing her head in earnest. "We've already lost a lot of time between us, have we not?"

[omiomicron]

Oh hey, it's Valentine's Day ❤💋

[honeyxmonkey]

Themst kisses sketch cause they are always on my mind...

Carter... cupping Douxie’s face.... hnnngggg them 🥺

[phynoma]

Trying to inspire myself to write and ended up drawing instead

Themst 🥺🪦👀

[strivia]

clampler…..

*pops up like a whack-a-mole* My beloved dad boys!! Their relationship is so good, and they have so many great moments. It drove me nuts back in the day how under-explored their relationship was by the fandom!!

Here have some old kiss sketches.

They get paired up a lot, especially early campaign, and there's a lot of great moments from that as a result! Can't remember a lot of em, cause I'm long overdue for a relisten, but this one always cracks me up.

I'm really fond of this little moment below from episode 41, even though this was technically Ron being piloted by Mr. Mustache. Glenn doesn't know that and his tone really just exudes surprise that Ron doesn't seem to know this already which got me like 🥺

Anyway, hi hi hi! Have this old art piece I never fully finished up. Maybe one day I'll actually properly color it:

Also, some old Glon sketches I don't think I ever posted, mwah, enjoy. 😘

Oh also, the silly doodle of Ron wearing Glenn's shades, just because:

And a demon form Glenn with Ron:

I know I have some old art I didn't ship tag that's still themst. I'll have to reblog it for you.

[antigoddex-a]

Based on the thought I had that [ redacted ] made Bruce ( @vengetruth​ ) a batdog plush to accompany him during his stay at the hospital and eventually, xe showed him off xyr batcat plush that xe made so batdog could also have a friend!

[sarenhale]

More of THEMST... I've been inspired to draw couples and them specifically... 🥺

[antigoddex-a]

WHILE ELIZABETH LIES NAKED ON THE BED ,  with her body cherished and eyes shining by the moonlight entering through a window nearby ,  they have been placing delicate kisses on the spot behind her ear ,  down to the neck ,  and then a shoulder   —   gently appreciating Elizabeth ,  reminding @ardantlie how much they adore her .   [   *   She ,  the brightest constellation for them to all admire ,  whimpers out loud   :   ❛   Please touch me  .  ❜   ]   — — —  They chuckle against Elizabeth’s skin ,  grinning .   ❝   I - I - I am . . .   ❞   Their thumb meets her pussy ,  only to remain still as a tease .   (   Though ,  they do understand what Elizabeth means   :   She wants more and they are delighted to give her anything ,  everything   —   I love you so much ,  always .   )   Gazing at Elizabeth in adoration ,  they leave the bed to spread her thighs and take her clit in their mouth so they can hear the rest of her lovely sounds .