The Eye of Zaun possesses a presence that is, in and of itself, a living, thrumming entity.
He emits a constant aura out into the very atmosphere around him; one that’s impossible to ignore. And that is how you know, without the need to look, that he is laying wide-awake beside you.
The clinging weight of sleep encumbers both your mind and body as you roll over to find Silco laying on his back, broad palms resting on his bare torso – one upon his sternum, the other upon his diaphragm – both rising and falling with his steady, rhythmic breaths. The flames of his corrupted eye are hidden behind a protective patch, and the seashore waves of the right are sealed behind closed lids, but his faux peace doesn’t fool you for even a second.
3k+ words of Astro smut coming your way tomorrow night chaps 👉🏼👌🏼 It’s one I’ve been sitting on for quite a while
(Putting it out here to pressure myself into actually finishing it)
3.5k+ words of Astro smut coming your way tomorrow night chaps 👉🏼👌🏼
I’m so sorry, it took longer than I thought to finish and I don’t want to rush the edits and formatting *retracts neck back into body like a shame-faced tortoise*
But I promise, hand on heart, that it’ll be a Sinday feast 🌭👅
all media and art is especially good when its very horny and there is a lot of fake blood. this works from paintings to opera to rock n roll concerts to movies btw
Watching the difference between the Twitter migration mentality vs. the Reddit migration mentality is fucking hilarious.
Like, when Twitter users started moving over here everyone was pulling out all the stops and bringing back old fandoms that they were into and basically firing rent lowering shots by being super cringey.
And then all of the sudden when the Reddit refugees start showing up we’re like, “ah yes, pull up a log and gather around the dumpster fire. We’ll teach you how to not get killed by people hunting down bots and carve out a little area for you guys to relax and get used to the site before we throw you into the deep end of this hellsite that we call home. Tomorrow is Let Papyrus say Fuck day so you can prepare for that if you want. You want some hot coco and a blanket?”