[snoguts]

my comms are open ^__^ btw… in case you were wondering (kicks the ground)

dm me here or on discord (@/rotserah) to discuss before paying on ko-fi. thank you!!!

my ko-fi

[sirguyofnothing]

its sort of never going to be like this again which is fine

[blyado]

🫘

[krvss1117]

[tahioxaaa]

Deernner

[snoguts]

crashhhh (booom) (yeeeouchhh) (1996)

[sunbabyyyy]

“Here...” Satin whispered and leaned in to press his lips to Jon’s cheek. It was a soft, sweet, lingering thing and nothing more. Jon’s eyes were closed when he pulled away. “Just that for tonight.”

There was a beat of heavy silence that sat over them before Jon opened his eyes. They darted across Satin’s face before settling on his own dark eyes. “Aye. Just that.” He said, and Satin saw a small enigma of a smile coming to the corners of Jon’s lips. It was somehow warm and affectionate, sad and somber, and nervous and shy all at once, like the smile of a young man who had just been kissed at a dance for the first time but couldn’t stay. Jon tilted the top of his head forward just a bit and brought their foreheads together, noses meeting in the middle. They breathed against each other for a moment and Satin could feel Jon's thumb pressing ever so gently into the hollow of his neck and along his collarbone. It made his heart hitch. “For tonight.”

Satin heard the promise in those words, and it made him smile. I just had to come in here and share this beautiful JonSatin commission I got from the talented @snoguts 🙌

Based on a lovely moment in the fic It Takes Two, from @back-on-my-nerd-shit ‘s JonSatin series, A Slow Burning Fire, Tended With Care. A truly wonderful fic series which I cannot recommend enough! Seriously, go check it out 💕

[m1kuluvrr]

csm dump

[snoguts]

it’s happening to everybody

[snoguts]

something for sansa week on twitter

[snoguts]

night’s watch

[liusia-piu]

⟡jon and satin⟡

[addaerontruther]

"'What gods do you pray to?' Jon asked Satin.

'The Seven,' the boy from Oldtown said.

'Pray, then,' Jon told him. 'Pray to your new gods, and I'll pray to my old ones.'" — ASOS, Jon VII

Jon Snow and Satin Flowers commission by @snoguts

[addaerontruther]

"'He heard a whisper on the wind, a rustling amongst the leaves. You cannot speak to him, try as you might. I know. I have my own ghosts, Bran. A brother that I loved, a brother that I hated, a woman I desired.'" — ADWD, Bran III

Brynden Rivers with the gilded skull of Aegor Rivers commission by @snoguts

[sirguyofnothing]

finally less busy here's a miquella

[crayzyevilwizard]

ok fine i can draw still

[chekushka]