#so im not gonna tag it as such

[writernopal]

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@commander-krios

Alright so this sneep is gonna be a little different from my usual because uh, I need to remind myself from time to time that AASOAF is a romance 😅 So here, have some Mariel and Axtapor ✨spice ✨

But how could we pretend after that? We knew one another, in ways we could never hope to conceal. So we didn’t. He came near, expression robed with lust, but still, I begged him closer. Closer until there was hardly enough room to breathe and none to think. Our hands, with enduring memories and invisible will, found buttons, clasps, and ties, liberating us of the clothes that long felt unwanted. 

Skin to scale, we gathered one another close, he, pushing my thighs apart, and I, whimpering as his claws tickled my skin. A soft swear escaped him as he scooped my hips toward his and drove into me as he’d done many times before. I exhaled a shallow breath, dropping my head back into the pillows and digging my nails into his scaled chest. He was maddening. Intoxicating. Smoldering tobacco stuffed in a pipe whose stem my lips yearned for. His claws tore at the blankets beneath us, a hushed syllable of pleasure forming itself in his throat, further stoking a dangerous feeling alive in my chest.

It burned wonderfully. 

I surrendered myself to it, singing that quiet lover’s hymn to him. Lurid lyrics melted between us, dying a sweet death between our lips, as our hips moved to the rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore. And at the interlude of that most beautiful composition, I lay my cheek against his and confessed, in the softest of voices, those three words. He, my reliable echo, filled that inches warm space between us with the same sentiment.

And so we rose and fell, rose and fell, intoxicated by the mastery of one over the other.

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[stemmmm]

bad youtube clickbait thumbnail that reads "I think I just had a therapy session with a DEMON???"

[phanfuckingtasmal]

im sorry but i cannot stop thinking about isha's pastel memories that play during her sacrifice scene.

look at how full of colour this beautiful fuckin shot is:

it's been well established in episodes 4-6 how grim and dark the undercity has become under cait and ambessa's new rule. but look at how isha sees/remembers it - because of jinx.

jinx, who went through a severe childhood trauma that has carried over into her present self - she covers extremely destructive weapons and grenades in bright pinks and blues, neons, childlike doodles, graffiti. (joy and destruction, powder and jinx, a contrast so striking it becomes like a signature for her).

and then we see the world through isha's eyes. when we meet her in episode 2, she's running through sewers, from goons dressed in black; it's grimy and grim. and then all of her recent memories are done in these childlike pastel, almost crayon-y sketches. because what isha saw was jinx covering a dark and grim world in colours.

and so isha covered her world in colour, too.

because jinx made her world bright.

isha looked at jinx and saw the child in her. she saw powder and she saw jinx. she saw joy and destruction. and that's why jinx gave isha so much hope. isha knew the world was grim and dark - but then she watched jinx, and she learned that you can paint over all that grim darkness with neon blue spray paint.

that's why isha believed in hope. that's why in her final moments - in a scene that is lit dimly and dramatically - she sees nothing but a bright world coloured in pastels.

never underestimate the hope of a child.

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[sherlockggrian]

congratulations joel, massive W for smallishbeans lovers :D

[havi-fart]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YAAYYYY

to fight my artblock i decided to redraw some gerard p donelan comics as ds9. but once i started i could not stop....

so heres all deep space 9 of them. lol. again the poses and captions are lifted straight from his comics all i did was put space guys on there! please enjoy

(id in alt text btw!)

[spyres]

[feelo-fick]

why are you still here, then????

[gunstellations]

rival battle ⚔️

[kenchann]

dumb lil yuu doodles 🍊

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"

[ink-the-artist]

The 7 Deadly Sins

bonus art: i felt like the gay wrath drawing looked a bit like an old gay liberation poster :)

[turnipoddity]

intoxicated in her web

[porrigens]

ryuji kisses for kiss ryuji day!

[nicktoonsunite]

got your back

[marblegroves]

Let the games begin!! 💚💛❤️