I love how everyone is like "spocklaan romance is so forced" when the two of them have had more chemistry with each other even in their short interactions throughout the seasons than they've both had with anyone else (this might be down to Christina and Ethan having such incredible chemistry). But for real, if you guys think that spocklaan came out of nowhere, I suggest taking a look at @tinderbox210 profile because they have a whole list of their interactions. And I promise you, they interacted more than you think.
Also, are we forgetting that Spock litteraly stole a ship for her???
They are literally the "You came" "You called" trope. I've been shipping these idiots since Spock kneeled for her to do a mind meld (S1E4). Anyone who said this came out of nowhere hasn't been paying attention to Christina and Ethan's impeccable chemistry.
Anyway, no way I can be normal about this. I've been reading Spock x La'an fanfic since season one.
Aaand now back to writing my Spock/ La'an/ Kirk fic...
“And I thought I told you no.” She stepped up beside him, not facing him, but so close he could feel the heat of her skin through the cool fall air.
“Stubborn.”
“Family trait.” She shrugged. She reached for his cigar, twisting it between her fingers, studying the wrapping, obviously the finest money could buy. Wizarding, of course. He would never lower himself to muggle tobacco.
His breath condensed around him, the familiar sweet smoke beckoning her to his lips. “You shouldn’t be out here.”
“I won’t be missed.”
He scoffed. “The golden child of the chosen one? You will be missed. Worse, you’ll be seen.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“No?” She brought the cigar up but before it touched her lips, he snatched it back, holding it precisely between his fingers.
“If you do this, you’re mine. No going back, no revocation. You are mine.”
She smiled wickedly, letting her shawl fall around her freckled shoulders as she took the tip into her mouth.
“Suck, like I taught you,” he whispered as his hands found the curve of her waist. “Don’t choke.”
“But I thought you like it when I choke?”
He leaned into her ear, his voice low and gruff, “That’s one.”
Harry passed her a steaming cup of her favorite hot chocolate, an off-menu item from the little halal grill by their flat. “Ya know, I don’t think I’ve ever asked you this, but why didn’t you wear it at Hogwarts?” He nodded to her hijab.
“Ha,” she scoffed, “It wasn’t considered part of the uniform. They thought those stupid little pointed caps were enough.”
Harry laughed. He hated those things. “The older I get, the more I question Dumbledore’s wisdom.”
“That’s what made you question his wisdom? Not the whole dying thing, or the cerberus, or the literally everything else?” she questioned her husband over her cup.
Harry shrugged. “Seemed right at the time.”
“‘Seemed right at the time’,” She teased, “It’s a miracle you survived.”
“Won’t argue that,” he tapped his mug against hers. “Well, I like it.”
“Yeah?” She ran her hand over the delicate silk of her hijab. She only started wearing it in the past few years. Parvati didn’t wear one, but their mum did. She used to hate wearing it whenever it was required, but after the war, and then the events in America, it became a source of comfort and pride.
Every month, my patrons vote on a prompt and I knew this was going to be a time intensive one, but it was 15 hours, and I finished just in time. A Christmas miracle!
Dracos being a borzoi is a reference to one of the best Dramione fics, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love.
Merry Christmas!
“When I said we’re doing muggle clothes for Christmas, how on earth did you imagine that meant a collar and tie?”
“It’s Christmas morning,” Draco protested.
“Christmas morning. I refuse to even wear denims until tomorrow.” I reached for Draco’s tie—a double windsor, the aristocratic wanker—and kissed his cheek, freeing his neck in the process. I had plans for that neck. “Even poor Scorp has been starched to Avalon and back.”
“Must you promote that ridiculous nickname?”
“You’re the one that named your child Scorpius.”
Draco groaned and dropped his head on my shoulder. “Tired, love?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him.
“Did you know the assembly for Pansy’s gift had 104 steps and that Scorpius refused to sleep, entirely convinced he’d set wards to trap Santa?”
“Did he?”
Draco groaned again. “Took me nearly as long to dissemble them as to set up Pansy’s monstrosity.”
“Mhmm. Who do you think helped her choose it?”
At that Draco opened his eyes and glared from my shoulder. “Sadist.”
“Usually it’s the other way around.”
“Brat.”
“That’s more like it.”
Draco grumbled something unintelligible into my shoulder, muffled by the flannel pajamas. “Coffee,” he grumbled with more clarity. “Coffee first.”
I ran my hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. “If you thought Pansy’s was bad, you’re going to need something stronger than coffee for Blaise’s gift.”
“Oh gods. What did he do?”
I shrugged. “He didn’t say. I believe the exact quote was simply ‘booya’”
“Introducing him to muggle media was a mistake.”
“And yet I cannot find it in myself to regret it.”
“I’d never regret you,” he said somewhat nonsensically and kissed me.
I smiled. I pulled out a set of matching Santa hats. “Remember that in about 10 minutes.”
I missed most of disability pride month due to my own disability, but I wanted to do a redraw of an old piece.
ALL. BODIES. ARE. ESSENTIAL.
No body left behind. I struggle everyday to accept my body but I refuse to leave myself behind. You deserve to manage your pain, have access to everywhere you want to go, and live a full and beautiful life. Because. You. Are. Essential.
Fuck JKR’s absolute bullshit about there being no disabled wizards. Her eugenicist attitudes show more and more and I take pride in drawing things for her to choke on.
Domani and Olbric from Sex Wizards by Alethea Faust
Sex Wizards is so much better than it has any right to be and is the queerest series you will ever read.
It has: positive sex worker representation, safe, sane, and consensual kink, characters age 22 - 50, body, gender, and racial diversity, panty melting spice, femdom, lots of butt stuff, beefy muscular submissive boys, monsterfucking, epic fantasy, and yes, that’s a magic buttplug. I cannot recommend it enough.
Olbric’s arc as a genderfluid pain slut with religious trauma spoke to me for obvious reasons. It was so refreshing to read something where problems are solved with empathy, kindness and kinky sex rather than the typical violence found in epic fantasy.
But did I really need to say more than kink based magic system? Fuck Gryffindor, I want to be a Sex Wizard!
PS if you look closely, the “flower” cutout in the window is just three butt plugs
from the Protector of the Small Series by Tamora Pierce
Keladry is the second lady knight of the Kingdom of Tortall and the first without magic. She’s canonically Ace, though the books never use the word “asexual” due to being set in a fantasy medieval Europe and published in 1999. The author confirmed her sexuality in later interviews and the best part… it’s clearly evident in the text!
She tries sex once and is pretty unimpressed. She has a lifetime of intimate, loving friendships, found and biological family, and kicking ass.
I drew her as a medieval saint because she would absolutely hate the attention, and I find that hilarious.
I’m doing something a little different this year for Pride…
I’m posting art for some of my favorite queer books! Starting with Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell
It’s a gorgeous arranged marriage space opera with beautify crafted trauma representation in a queer normative society. I couldn’t put it down. Jainan (who’s desperately needs a hug) and Keim (the himbo rake with a heart of gold) bumblefuck their way into saving the galaxy and healing from trauma.
romaincrisis
areudirty
ellievsbear
dailybridgerton
