#sudden frost

[julianpeterscomics]

"The Waste Land" by T. S. Eliot, page 15

After an extended travelling vacation break, I’m back with a new page from my ongoing comics adaptation of “The Burial of the Dead,” the first section of T. S. Eliot’s epochal poem “The Waste Land” (Click on image to enlarge). Next week (hopefully): The exciting (and definitely not dark) grand finale!

[mumblesplash]

The Dungeon is ready for its favorite next victim

[jadecantcreate]

some more once upon a witchlight doodles ! theyre eating popsicles (and it ends…interestingly)

[dragonairice]

Jeremy Heere my little guy the dude ever

[quilleth]

I had a lot of fun making a couple of recipe cards for the @mxtxfoodzine this year!

Here's one that I made for Waning Moon Cookies, as a collab with @winterstar1412 who wrote a super cute fic, which you can read here!

You can download the zine and see all the awesome work from everyone here!

(the recipe is from here, and it can be halved, but I did have a hard time getting the measurements right when I tried it, especially the frosting)

[frosteee-variation]

so i started replaying plague of shadows again

[ghostickle]

Making chocolate flowers to stick on a cake :)

[battampria]

are you still friends with lolita?

yeah, im still friends with lolita

[violetshine-appreciation]

im actually rly enjoying river so far. i like all three protags a lot (yes even flamepaw/nightheart) but also i especially love how flamepaw and sunbeams stories r all about relationships and interpersonal conflict while frostpaw has to grapple with The Horrors being pushed onto her every day

[srdcovka]

it's february what the fuck 😭

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Rocking is healing for the soul

[barbylion]

Gay ppl in my phone, look! My first (1st) attempt at growing sweet potatoes from slips

[thebibliosphere]

I’ve had an increase in rainbow aura with my migraines lately (I used to get them once a year, if that. Now, I’ve had it twice in one month) so I’ve become somewhat paranoid whenever something flashes over my vision.

Sometimes, it's just light reflecting off my phone, but it still makes me freeze up in a fear response when it happens because it usually means I’ve got about 20 minutes before I’m in agony.

Apparently, this new paranoia extends into my dreams now, too, because I was running down a long corridor, aware that there was something behind me that I needed to escape, but all of a sudden, in my dream, rainbow zigzags consumed my vision, and I stopped, dead and went, “fuck, migraine.”

That's when I became aware of James Bond/Daniel Craig standing beside me, gun drawn.

“Oh, shit. Do you need to lie down?” he asked while I stared at him.

I said, “What about the thing chasing us?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, darling. If you need to lie down you can lie down. I’ll just kill them.”

I blinked at him for a bit, still winded from running then said, “Sure,” starting to get to my knees, ready to lie down on the cold stone floor beneath us.

“Sure?”

“Yeah. Kill ‘em. I’m just gonna...” I gestured vaguely at the floor. “Be right here, I guess.”

“You can go upstairs, you know,” he said, loading a fresh clip into his gun. “This museum has a hotel on top of it.”

“Oh good,” I said, starting to suspect this was a dream and not Daniel Craig about to murder the people chasing me because I had a migraine. “I’ll do that then.”

So I got back up and started climbing the stairs that looked an awful lot like the stairs in the Kelvin Grove Art Gallery, only to abruptly walk into Deathstroke and Nightwing doing their best to kill each other in the corridor of what was clearly a hotel based on the room service tray Nightwing was using to deflect projectiles.

They froze. I looked at them. They looked at me. “I’ve got a migraine,” I said,

“Shit, sorry,” Nightwing said, putting down his tray as both men stepped back to let me walk down the decimated corridor. “We’ll be more quiet.”

“Room 13 is open,” Deathstroke helpfully informed me.

“Is there a body in it?” I asked, now leaning against the wall, less walking along, more sliding.

“Not anymore.”

“Do you need anything?” Nightwing asked, “pain killers? Ice pack?”

I waved them off and made my way into room 13 where David Jason dressed as Detective Jack Frost looked up at me from the book he was reading on the bed.

“This is a dream,” he informed me.

“No it isn’t,” I said, despite knowing it was as I hobbled over to the bed and flopped down beside him. “And this room was supposed to be empty.”

“Open, not empty,” corrected Jack Banon who had taken David Frost’s place, dressed like young Alfie from Pennyworth as he sat beside me on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “There’s a very distinct difference between the two. Oh, don’t look at me like that. Who do you think moved the body?”

“I need to sleep,” I said, “if I can fall asleep, the migraine might go away.”

“That's all right,” he said. “You do that. I’ll make sure no one else comes in. Oh, just one thing before you do.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something I couldn't quite see and held it out to me. “You’ll need this.”

“What is it?” I said, my brain doing the dream thing where it refuses to read books or interpret numbers correctly. “I can’t see, what is it?”

“Oft, sorry. Can’t tell you that. More than my job’s worth.”

“You’re job...”

“Yeah.” and thats when he leaned over, stuck me with a needle and said, “Night night.”

And I woke up to the sound of @mothman-etd getting into the shower and Holly Mop wiggling under thre covers with me.

First words out of my mouth were, “What the fuck?”

And then I immediately pulled up Tumblr to write this down before I forget it because what the fuck.

Didn't wake up with a migraine though so... *knock on wood*

[ennabear]

loser! sev getting all whiny and pathetic when she eats you out, rutting her hips against the mattress, cumming in her pants, accidentally overstimulating you like crazy because she's just loves it so much.

accidentally overstimulating HERSELF from eating you out?????? GODDDDDDD

HEHEHEH i said i was gonna respond to these as small little thoughts but i wanna write a real blurb about this because. wow. so true and real it brought tears to my eyes. THANK U FOR THISSSS i wish i could keep it in my asks forever hehehe… 18+

your wife has had one of the worst weeks of her life. the undercity has just completely gone rogue ever since silco has passed, and every effort she’s made to have everyone band together against topside is just worthless. nobody wants to listen to her, too obsessed with their own personal drama to see the bigger picture.

to make matters worse, she’s had to keep jinx under control too. when sevika imagined silco’s death, she didn’t imagine him leaving jinx in the will. and as if the sudden addition of jinx into her life wasn’t enough to stir the pot, jinx has found her own stray now too.

she’s exhausted. sick of sleepless nights spent erasing and rewriting silco’s mistakes, the bitter frost lingering in the streets leaving everyone in a tense and irritable mood. of fucking course she’s the one who has to deal with it, nobody else wants to take a stand or set things straight.

seeing her this way breaks your heart. she barely comes home anymore, usually to be found slumped over silco’s desk with a half empty bottle of whiskey at her side. her arm thrown across the table, an empty promise of getting it fixed and reattached hanging over her head. what she really needs is a new arm, but she refuses to take smeech up on his offer.

god damn it, your wife is so fucking stubborn. it turns you on immensely. because she’s loyal. she’s offered a brand new arm with all of the bells and whistles she could ever ask for, as long as she turns in jinx. easiest job ever, and she’s never liked the blue haired kid anyways. yet, she stands her ground. instead she’s been taking insults like “a bird without wings is just a funny lookin’ rat.” and trying to navigate her life with only one half of herself.

but tonight, she’s gonna make her absence up to you. she wanders home through the dark streets and alleys of zaun, straight to your shared doorstep. one could barely call it a house, as there weren’t really any dwellings that have survived this long in the undercity without being overtaken by moss and vines or crumbled to pieces— but it certainly was a home. especially when she gets to walk in and see you looking cozy and domestic.

you stare up at her when she saunters through the door, a crease between her brows and wet, red eyes painting her face as usual. she sighs, walking over to you and joining you on the couch. in an instant, she’s in your arms again. just the way you like it. without a word, you massage her temples as she nuzzles her face deeper into your hold. your touch is magic, she can feel the month long migraine she’s had suddenly disintegrating.

before she can stop it, before she even realizes what’s happening, hot streams of tears leak out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. you coo at her and swipe them all away, kissing the top of her head repeatedly as a reminder of your love. yeah, it’s been a day or two since you’ve seen her, and sure, it’s been even longer since you’ve been on a date or had any sort of alone time, but you know that it isn’t personal. she’s trying her best, even if that means stumbling over her words and tripping over her feet.

“bad day, huh?” you ask, another kiss to the top of her head.

“bad week, bad month, bad year…” she responds with a sniffle. “i just wanna be close to you.”

she peeks up at you though her wet eyelashes, some of her black eye makeup smudged around her eyes. you giggle at her, she’s so fucking adorable. and so sweet, so hardworking, so gentle. before you can muster out an ‘i love you’, she bolts forward and catches your lips in a sweet kiss, pinning you to the couch.

“sev, god, you’re so needy.” you pant when she finally releases your lips to catch her breath.

“i’ve missed you, shit. wanna taste you so bad.”

with that, she shoves your pants down, already eagerly sucking bruises into your neck. you groan, you’ve forgotten how good your wife’s touch feels. a big, warm hand wraps around your own, and although they’re rough and cracked, you’ve never felt anything softer. tears threaten to spill out of your own eyes with the amount of love and adrenaline pumping through your veins, but sevika grounds you by shuffling on top of you.

you think she’s about to sit her cunt on top of yours as she strips herself of her pants, but you’re mistaken, and you realize this when she whimpers out a little “hand me that” and nods toward one of the pillows behind you.

confused and turned on as you are, you do as she asks and hand her a throw pillow which instantly gets shoved between her thighs. she wastes no time in diving forward to lick up all of your arousal, her eyes growing starry as a little string of white connects itself from your clit to the tip of her nose. you almost faint. fuck, you’ve missed her face, even more what it can do to you. so you buck your hips up and slowly grind yourself against her face, sevika matching your pace with her own hips.

in an instant, she’s lost in the pleasure— more specifically the taste of you and the slow grind of her cunt against the pillow. moans vibrate through your folds as she buries her face between your spread legs, and you whimper, already embarrassingly close to the finish line.

surprisingly, sevika cums first, the pillow cradling her wet cunt as she humps against it in time with her licks and sucks. that doesn’t stop her, and she doesn’t even stop after you cum and start yanking her head away out of intense pleasure. she can’t stop, though, not now. she’s in too deep. literally. her tongue is buried inside of you and her nose runs over your clit with every thrust, her mind absolutely racing with emotional thoughts and horny feelings.

“sevika, please!” you grunt, her grip on your hips is relentless. “babe, i already came, that’s enough.” but judging by the way she completely ignores you, you wonder if she even heard you at all.

she whines when you tug on her hair or push her shoulders away with the heels of you feet, her face completely melted to your cunt. she never stops fucking her pillow, and now her clit is red and rubbed raw by the cloth. she doesn’t know how many orgasms she’s had, it could range between three and twenty. she lost count when she came for the umpteenth time after you pulled her hair and moaned her name at the same time.

tears spill from her eyes again, but this time they’re happy tears. god, she’s missed you, and she doesn’t ever wanna stop. you take her face in your hands when you notice the sobs and sniffles she’s letting out, along with more whimpers and groans. this time, she relents, slowing her own hips first and then licking up the rest of the cum and spit between your thighs.

“sev, baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, concerned that maybe you hurt her or she hurt herself.

“i just missed you…” she starts. “and i love you so much.” she crawls up your body and lays her head on your stomach while you both catch your breath, the pillow being discarded on the floor. your fingers work wonders on her scalp, and she almost falls asleep after half an hour of matching her breathing to yours.

“don’t fall asleep yet.” you warn, although you’ve been yawning more than she has. “you still need to carry me to bed and tuck me in like a gentleman.”

“you might have to be the gentleman tonight,” she giggles. “i don’t think my legs are sturdy enough to carry us to the bedroom right now.”

[jamessluttythighs]

have - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 216  - 16 September

James and Sirius’ favourite pastime was to sit on the steps outside the library and pass judgement on those going in to study. Their university was massive so the pool of randos was always plentiful.

“Sick as fuck bag”

“Frosted tips do not work on him.”

“She needs to ditch the scrunchie, that was so 2016”

Oftentimes it just resulted in a big game of smash or pass. Or rather it was a game for James where Sirius just offered his opinion. Sirius was hopelessly in love with his boyfriend, Remus. They had moved in together recently after problems with Sirius’ family. James doesn’t know the full story. Sirius hardly talks about his family. 

“She’s lovely, look at her hair. It’s like a fire.”

“That’s Evans, she’s in my Physics class. Too bad she likes women.”

“Ugh, all the good ones do.”

“Hmmm he’s cute,” James tried again.

“Too many facial piercings for me. Are those snake bites?”

“Hot. Wait no. I’ve found the love of my life. That devastatingly gorgeous, grey-eyed god just behind him.”

“What the fuck Prongs?” Sirius exclaimed, his expression incredulous.

James, startled by this sudden outburst, tore his eyes away from the man in the dark green crop top as he entered the library doors. “What?”

“That’s my little brother!”

“You have a brother?”

[shomatoriashi]

12/21/24; 05:07pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you join them in the shower ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

you pretend to be distracted by your phone, mindlessly scrolling through it. yet the moment sylus enters your shared bedroom, you became aware of him and his every move.

“i’ll be taking a much needed shower.” he tells you while loosening the collar of his dress shirt, “if you need me, you know where to find me.” you let out a hum of acknowledgment, trailing your gaze toward his beautifully sculpted back as he disappears into the privacy of the bathroom.

shutting your eyes, you listen closely for the sounds of running water, hearing it just a mere few moments later as you could practically envision the way the droplets of water cascades down his beautifully sculpted form. setting your phone off to the side, you took off the rest of your clothes, allowing them to fall beneath your feet as you step closer toward the bathroom.

gripping at the doorknob, you felt a slow smile spread across your lips at how it remained unlocked, giving you full access when you step into the steamy bathroom. sylus's hum echos throughout the wide space as you could see the silhouette of his body against the frosted glass of the shower stall. with careful movements, you step into the shower stall, ready to pounce on him when he suddenly faces you.

"i was wondering when you were going to join me, sweetie."

your gasp quickly morphs into giggles when he playfully pins you against the slick shower walls, giving you a devilish grin when he places his powerful thigh between your legs, further stimulating your swollen clit as it hardens against his skin. breathy moans escapes from your parted lips when sylus greedily licks the droplets off of your skin before stroking his cock against your slick folds.

"were you waiting for me?" you complete your sentence with a sudden moan, feeling the way sylus steadies you before sliding every inch of his cock within your walls, setting an almost brutal pace as you felt his every thrust pounding into you.

"of course, as if i could ever resist having you here with me." you shiver upon feeling sylus lick at the base of your throat, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as you enjoyed your 'shower' together with your beloved.

needless to say, neither one of you got much cleaning done that night.

being with zayne for so long now, it came almost as second nature to do everything together with your lover. and this included doing your usual morning routine together.

when you both woke up, you followed zayne into the bathroom, brushing your teeth as zayne turned on the shower faucet so that you could both enjoy a nice, hot shower together. with your breath minty fresh, you peel off your pajamas and step into the shower spray first, letting out a soft moan while basking in the heat.

zayne joins you moments later, shutting the glass door before proceeding to lather your body with your favorite scented body wash. he left no inch of skin untouched, ensuring that you were thoroughly washed before helping you rinse off beneath the water. when his large hand was felt cupping at the spot between your legs, you nearly fell over had it not been for his arm wrapped around your waist.

"sssh, i'm simply cleaning you." his middle finger manages to pierce through your slick walls, tracing at your outer lips momentarily before entering inside of you. the sudden intrusion of his finger completely sheathed inside of you causes your moans to echo throughout the shower stall.

"hm, not good enough. looks like i need to take some drastic measures." with a click of his tongue, zayne kneels in front of you, keeping you balanced against the slick shower walls when he suddenly spread your legs wide open for him, placing both of his hands on your thighs as he left you in a vulnerable position for him.

"zayne- ah..." his name trails off in another loud moan the moment he kisses your center, thrusting his tongue inside of you while drawing out even more of your honeyed arousal. just seeing his muscular back remaining so taut as he devoured you causes you to cry out to him, hands gripping at his damp strands of hair.

the steam from the shower and the sinful way his lips moved against your core was almost too much to bear when you cried out to him, climaxing directly into his mouth as his grunt was felt vibrating against you. zayne ends up delving his tongue even further inside of you, as if wanting to drink up all you had to offer when he continues with his ministrations on your body-

making you realize that this would be one of the longest shower sessions you ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

xavier's phone was heard ringing on his desk, alerting him of a call from the hunter's association-

yet the young hunter found that he didn't care about whoever was calling him, as the sounds of rushing water felt pelting on his skin and the sensation of your hot mouth surrounding his cock were all too much to bear.

he was gripping at your hair, allowing your head to move back and forth on his cock. your hands worked on stroking whatever part of him that couldn't fit in your mouth, making him toss his head back in response.

"so... good." xavier pants, clenching his eyes shut as he basks in the silky feel of your mouth wrapped so sweetly around him. almost in a drunken haze, xavier forces himself to open his eyes and look at you, feeling his cock twitch upon seeing just how pretty you looked with your lips wrapped around his dick.

basking in his attention, you allow the tip of your tongue to trace at the underside of his cock, following the pulsating vein before giving him a gentle suck-

successfully making the philos prince fall apart for you.

he lets out a gasp of your name, stilling his hips while shooting his seed down your throat. with a pleased hum, you eagerly swallowed everything he had to offer, making sure to let out an audible gulp while licking your lips. xavier was left trembling in the aftermath, watching with an almost dazed expression when you stand back to your full height.

acting like you hadn't just gifted him the best orgasm of his life, you proceed to wash your body while standing beneath the shower spray. yet before you could truly cleanse yourself, xavier was felt gripping at your waist before pinning your front against the shower wall.

"not yet..." he whispers into your ear, "not done yet..." you were about to ask him what he meant, yet the moment you felt his cock sliding into you from behind, you lost all sense of coherency.

now, it was your loud moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin while beneath the shower spray that further hinders the incessant ringing from xavier's phone.

"you always smell so good without even trying, princess."

your mind was going hazy, the steam from your hot shower made rafayel appear even more alluring to you. his breath traces over your neck as he latches on to it, further pinning your body against the shower wall. his cock was slowly felt hardening against you when the lemurian purposely strokes it against your center, causing you to gasp while clinging to him.

a pleased hum was heard coming from your lover, watching as he hid his face against the curve of your neck as his hands helped with spreading your legs wide open for him. you tremble, feeling the tip of his cock continuously brush against your swollen clit, making you further ache and yearn for him.

yet the moment he slides his cock inside of your scorching heat, sheathing every inch inside of your walls, you raked your nails down his back. letting out a grunt that was a mixture between pleasure and pain, rafayel sets an almost breakneck pace, with the single goal of pounding you against the shower wall his sole purpose.

"and you always feel so good wrapped around me like this." rafayel admits in a breathless manner, with his eyebrows drawn together in intense concentration, "heh, showers are more fun when they're spent with you..."

giving you a lingering kiss against your skin, rafayel makes sure to press his body even closer to yours, basking in the way your soft form seemed to complement his body so well. as he continues to make love to you, the squelching sounds of it all echoing throughout the shower, you nearly fainted upon hearing his next words:

"i'm going to make sure i'm imprinted into your very soul, princess, where you'll forever ache for me alone."

end notes: another unedited thirst post 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 hehehe i'm so proud to be a LADS girlie.

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!