#SLAsh

[wakfutale]

fake collab with @xnzlian

I had I nice time converting Waki's cooler brighter color theme to your warmer muted one /gen

Felt like collaborating with you guys so feel free to draw your oc there if you want :D Slash made a friend and introduced them to his brother!

Slash and Silver belong to me

[zwodderdoesart]

He deserves more love

Silver!Sans belongs to @xnzlian

also doodle under cut since it felt wrong to just post this

[fansplaining]

Our first piece of the year is live—and it's a big one! With the recent release of the classic BBC sci-fi show Blake's 7 on Blu-ray, Lena Barkin looks back at the infamous 1980s clash between fans and creators that became known as the Slash Wars:

The Slash Wars happened in the late 80s and early 90s, but their central fandom questions are still being explored today. How much interaction should there be between fans and artists? How does capitalism interact with fandom’s gift-based economy? How public should fanfiction about characters portrayed by real people be? How do we ethically engage with the media properties we love when it involves so many conflicting people, stories, and viewpoints?

For fans of fandom history—or anyone grappling with these questions in fandom today—this is a must-read. You can also listen to a full audio version via the link above. 🚀

[madamsixx]

The way Izzy unwinds Slash's hair from his guitar 😂😂😂

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

I have a proposition… WHAT IF… you write a fic about current Slash going to pound town on reader after a long day. AND I WANT IT HOT. CHOKING. SPANKING. ROUGH TOUGH SHIT. If you could for a cookie, please? 🍪😋 THANK YOU YOUR WRITING IS A GODSEND

A/n: I might want to suck his titties

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, spanking, choking, squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

The door slammed shut as Slash came in. He called you earlier, saying he'd had a bad day and just wanted to crawl into bed.

There was no food ready in the kitchen, at first he figured you'd just ordered in and went to wait in the bedroom. However, as he made his way through the house, through the halls, he found pieces of clothes littered around.

Slash exhaled deeply as he picked up your panties from the hardwood floor, just in front of the bedroom door. "If I come in there and you're naked, I swear to god." He grumbled.

"I, uh, wouldn't suggest coming in then." You replied, tugging the blanket up to cover yourself.

Slash sighed and pushed open the door, letting his head hang for a moment before he looked up to see you in bed, naked and using the blanket to cover yourself.

He stared, saying nothing for a long time. "No food?" He asked.

"I can order something." You offered.

"With my money?" He asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

You chewed your cheek. "I just figured you might want some stress relief..." Slash looked you over, another heavy breath leaving him.

"Well," he started, "if you're already here." Your expression lightened as he came closer.

He pulled the blanket down and brought his hand to your cheek, leaning down to kiss you. He was already relaxing from just the simple touch of your lips on his.

He started undoing his jeans, not taking his lips off yours as he kicked them off, half-hard cock hanging out. He got on the bed with you, pulling you down onto your back so he was on his knees between your legs.

"Mmh, you're too good for me." He mumbled, pecking your lips a last time before pulling away and taking his shirt off, tossing it to the ground with his jeans.

You looked over him with a glint in your eyes, admiring his dad bod; the added tissue masking the muscle underneath, arms that could put you in a chokehold. You couldn't get enough of him.

Slash's hand was around the base of his cock, giving it a few good strokes before pushing the tip through your folds. "So fucking wet." He groaned, watching your body move around his. "You were touching yourself, weren't you?" He asked accusatorily.

"I wanted to be ready." You said, wiggling your hips for him. A low growl left him and he gave your ass a quick smack.

"Wanted to pretend you could cum without me?" He asked, open hand coming down on your again. "Sit pretty for me, and don't make a fucking sound." You nodded, gripping the pillow under your head in your hands as he pushed into you.

You did as he asked, doing your best to keep quiet by biting your lip.

Slash started a harsh pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. He pushed your knees to your chest, his hands holding your thighs tightly as he pounded into you.

Your gut tightened, getting closer to the edge. It got harder to keep quiet with Slash hitting that same spot over and over that had you seeing stars, he knew where to hit and he was hitting it on purpose just to make you whine so he'd have an excuse to shut you up.

His one hand left your thigh and wrapped around your neck, squeezing just enough to quiet any sounds that attempted to leave. You could still breathe but it was harder, it made everything feel so much more.

The lack of oxygen going to your head made your vision blurry, made his cock getting sucked back into you the only thing you could focus on.

Slash's hair fell around his face, it bothered him so he kept pushing it back. You stared up into his dark brown eyes, your own eyes fluttering as you felt the veins along the bottom of his cock dragging against your walls.

Slash's hips moved faster, no longer pulling all the way out as he chased his rapidly approaching high, low groans leaving him. Your eyes rolled back, a familiar feeling washing over you as you came, squirting all over Slash and soaking the sheets. Slash followed shortly behind, cum painting your insides and filling you up.

He rolled off of you, letting go of you until he curled up against his side and he wrapped his arms around you. He kissed the top of your head. "You really had to come like that?" He asked, voice raspy as he struggled to stay awake. "Now I gotta clean the sheets.

You shook your head and climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. "I can just sleep like this, I'll clean them tomorrow." You mumbled, placing a few kisses on his collarbone.

[snakepitgunner]

[darkwood-sleddog]

“Why aren’t you LEAVING” (he gets enrichment when we’re gone).

[mycollectionmylife]

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Yeah, you guess it... it's time... Happy Birthday Steven Adler, btw <3 (tag yourself)

[fukitcentral]

Sitting on his lap would fix me

[musicmags]

[dzmaylon]

people don’t talk enough about this scene from sonic movie 3

(finished artwork, pls give it lots of love, thank you!!)

[sillybillytime]

Price of the Phoenix is gayer than any slash fic I’ve read

[doubletalkingmaeve]

every time I see a new photo of my favourite old man I say yippe and jump ten foot in the air

[nenynra]

Well, heated sugar makes caramel, so not entirely wrong x3

heallo gunners i offer dumb textposts i made