#made these for myself and my metamour :3 so I thought I'd share ^_^

[lgbt-aesthetics]

ID: Five images of an emoji alien bear in a flying saucer. The background is a simple galaxy pattern with wavy lines and simple stars. Coming out of the bottom of the flying saucer are pride flags, imitating the look of a tractor beam. In each image the flags are different: the original 8-stripe rainbow pride flag, the Progress flag, the updated 9-stripe rainbow flag, the gay man pride flag, and the achillean flag.

Space Bear + Gay/MLM Phone Lockscreens

~for @jimjamjames~

[ravenclawshermione]

DC Fanfic - Thorns and Wings

Since I'll be posting a new Calla-centric fic on Thursday 9/3, I wanted to share my existing works for her leading up to then! ^-^

Calla and Dick team up to face down a new threat facing Bludhaven, Vessel - a mission that brings them back to the Underworld, the nightclub from their very first mission together. They've both agreed that they should stay just friends and metamours, but this mission has other plans…

Smut and big feels folks!

There was a hunger in her voice, a need I couldn't refuse. She gave the sweetest little sigh and I realized I'd pulled at her hair a little harder than I'd intended. The sound was like kerosene, and I slid my fingers up into her hair starting from the nape of her neck, pulling slow and steady, keeping my grip controlled. I was immediately rewarded with a moan so soft I almost thought I might have imagined it as she melted against me, lips parted, expression blissful. 

It took all of my strength to release her, to go back to gentle comforting hair strokes. It would be unforgivably wrong to take anything she might say or do as consent right now. She might find me attractive and she might be needing, but she wasn't interested. Not in me. 

"Tell me something," I said, desperate for any distraction from things I shouldn't be thinking, shouldn't be feeling. 

"Like what?" Her voice was softer, dreamy almost. 

"Anything," I said, forcing myself not to say what I wanted to, "Whatever you're thinking right now."

"Mmmm… thinking about that first undercover mission."

Exactly the kind of distraction I'd been trying not to think about. "What about that mission?"

"I…" she gave a little yawn, her words almost blurry, her hand finding my thigh again. I had to fight back a groan, "I wanted to apologize. For on the way to the club. I knew you weren't interested, it was wrong… to push like that."

The feeling of her hands on me, the fire that had burned behind those emerald eyes, the sound she'd made when I'd… "That's exactly the problem, Cal. I've always been interested…"

I looked down to see her sleeping, expression perfectly relaxed in a way I'd never seen her before. She was so beautiful, and I couldn’t help leaning closer to kiss her forehead. It was for the best that she hadn't heard my confession. I knew that she wasn't interested in that, knew that it was just friendship and alcohol and maybe just a bit of physical attraction. But if I wasn’t careful, I was going to end up getting my hopes up again. I was going to lose my heart.