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May | 30 | she/her | Character/reader focused art blog, mostly older man/younger woman. I love old men and Star Wars | | My main blog is @themaybug  | | same handle on Bsky! | | all characters i draw are over 18 | | this blog is for 18+ only 🔞 | | i don't do requests or commissions | | Read the about page for more info

[themaydecemberist]

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[likefinewine-zine]

Happy White Day!

Dear All,

In Japan, it's customary for men to return the gifts (often chocolate) they received from women on Valentine's with similar gifts of their own.

One month ago, we posted a promo to celebrate Valentine's Day with you, and you gave our mascot Oji-san some love. Today, on 14 March, Oji-san (and all of our contributors) return the love you've shown for Like Fine Wine to you.

Over the last ten months, we in Like Fine Wine have worked hard to put together a zine full of love, eros, and crunch for our fellow enjoyers of older man age gap relationships, and we're happy to announce that it is HERE. Please enjoy the fruits of our labour and all of the passion that went into this work—we made it for you, the audience, but we also made it for ourselves, so that we could share what we love about these relationships with you.

In the folder below, you will find:

Both hi-res and low-res versions of the zine, as your internet connection permits

Extras/behind-the-scenes commentary from several of our contributors in the back of the issue

Stickers of @hydein's Oji-san line drawings in US Letter and A4 sizes, in case you'd like to print them out for yourself

Make sure to show our contributors some love, as they've been bursting at the seams to post their pieces! And if you have money to spare and feel like supporting our international contributors who will be contending with high shipping prices for their physical copies, we're still taking donations at the following link: LFW Tip Jar.

Thank you for following us as we put this volume together, and dear mods, dear contributors, thank you for being a dream to work with! It was my pleasure to showcase your work for this anthology. Without further ado, here is a cover reveal (drawn by Nauma!), which will take you to the Proton Drive folder:

If, for any reason, you have an issue accessing the Drive, we have mirrors of Like Fine Wine at Mega.nz and our mod Angie's website.

[themaydecemberist]

sneak peek of one of my contributions to the upcoming @likefinewine-zine >:3

[themaydecemberist]

Ooh, are Anne and Frederick's names a reference to the main couple in Jane Austen's Persuasion? It's my favorite Jane Austen novel, and I also love the adaptation with Amanda Root and Ciarán Hinds (my beloved). I have seen people criticize the adaptation bc Hinds' character looks way too old, thus increasing the couple of years' age gap the couple had... And I am here thinking, fuck it, he should be even Older.

OH MY GOD hahahahha NO THIS IS A COINCIDENCE, i'm dying, i love Persuasion but i have to rename one of them now 😂😂😂 thank you LMAO

[themaybug]

new OC couple that i'll be drawing for the Like Fine Wine zine 💖 Friedrich 'Frederick' Millstein & Anne Wilford

set in the 1840s: after his wife passed away, he spent a decade traveling. now he's back in England and visiting his old friend George Wilford. George's eldest daughter Anne is still unmarried and living at home. her physical health is weak, she is often tired and there are days where it's too painful to walk. Frederick and Anne end up spending a lot of time together, talking about his travels, and their favorite novels, and they grow close over the few weeks he is staying at her father's home

[likefinewine-zine]

Our fourth guest contributor is May! As you can tell, this artist appreciates the finer things in an age gap ✨

You can find her work at:

Bluesky: themaydecemberist (themaybug) Tumblr: @themaydecemberist (@themaybug)

[themaydecemberist]

Hi, I hope you're doing well! I'm just sending an old man rec your way, if you haven't seen already. Renoir in Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (voiced by Andy Serkis)

Sending you happy vibes and well wishes 😁

YES I LOVE RENOIRRRRR, when he first appeared i was like 😳😳😳 he also gives me major Ketheric vibes!!

[themaydecemberist]

hey I’ve been following for years now (AND LOVE YOUR ART) and haven’t seen you update in awhile and wanted to see if you’re okay 💜 hope all is well!!

HI omg this is so sweet thank you, yes i'm totally ok. more than ok actually, i finally moved out and i'm living the may-decemberist dream: i'm dating a retired professor 😭💖 but i've not really been into many fandoms lately or done a lot of drawing which is why it's been quiet on here. i want to get back into it though! but inspiration needs to strike first

thank you for checking in <3 <3

[sharess-festhall]

The moment I saw Ketheric Thorm I knew I wanted to hug that old undead bastard. GIVE ME A HUG, OLD MAN!

[starlightchaser]

He wants Rook so badly okay like come on this is all so suggestive

[themaydecemberist]

praising comes so naturally to him 😭

full version on twt and bsky 🔞

[sharess-festhall]

im sure im not the only one who has noted that halsin represses a lot of his anger.

after almost failing to save the grove, he takes me to his den and punishes me for being so reckless and useless in the fight against the goblin raid. he abuses every single hole in my body and only takes breaks when he needs to regain his stamina. if he catches me enjoying the pain a little too much, if even the smallest moan escapes my lips, he'll spank me so hard till im a blubbering, sobbing mess. and when he's finally finished, he'll say that fucking his frustrations into me is all that i'm going to be needed for on this journey.

[rookvolkarin]

experienced hands

gn!rook/emmrich. 18+ an attempt to give rook advice turns into a hands-on lesson.

tags: gender-neutral rook, no spoilers, choking but like the concepts of choking, "professor" emmrich

The Lighthouse makes it difficult to remember you have a body. Something to do with the Fade, you suspect, but you feel considerably less real sitting alone in your room than you do out on the field, running atop the roofs of Treviso or dodging branches in Arlathan. The parts of you that still ache from your earlier tryst help to chase that dreamlike sensation away, especially since you have to be careful how you sit. That pain is its own kind of deliciousness.

It’s always a gamble chasing strangers down for a bit of fun, though. The bastard had been a little more rough than you were expecting, more worried about his own pleasure than your own. Now your neck twinges if you move it too fast, the skin littered with finger-shaped bruises.

As you’re adjusting the heap of blankets on your couch in preparation for bed, there’s a knock at your door—which is both confusing and startling, as normally it’s you interrupting everyone in their rooms.

“Rook, are you awake? May I come in?” Emmrich’s voice, muffled and tinged with concern.

You frown. “Y-yeah?” It takes a moment for your voice to work properly. It comes out hoarse and scratchy, and you clear your throat to have some semblance of volume. “Come in, I mean.”

The heavy doors swing shut as Emmrich approaches. You meet him somewhat halfway, leaning against the back of your couch as he comes to stand in the middle of your room. His hands are steepled at his waist, his fingertips tapping together, as if nervous. Unsure.

“I don’t know how to broach this topic lightly,” he begins, which is not a good sign. Your brow furrows. Have you done something wrong? Has Taash pushed him past his breaking point?

Then, unmistakably—his gaze shifts downward to your exposed neck, the discoloration more easily spotted in your casual wear. You stiffen.

“I noticed it earlier after you—that is, once we all gathered again in Treviso. The pattern of bruises on your neck is—concerning. While it certainly isn’t my business how you spend your free time—”

“Damn right.” You don’t want to hear him lecture about you sneaking off for a bit of relief, or how you chose that relief. “I’m a consenting adult, Emmrich—”

“Rook, please!”

And you stop. Emmrich has never once interrupted you nor anyone else, and the novelty of the moment is enough to stun you into silence. His expression softens, and he sighs. “Please,” he repeats, his voice quieter, “let me finish. I am not here to condemn you. Your preferences are truly your own. I only wish to ensure that you know how to mitigate risk.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “What risk are you even talking about? How do you even know…?”

“There are fingerprints where your trachea is.” Your hand flies to your throat, as if you can somehow hide the evidence from him. “Again, I am not condemning you, nor do I intend to embarrass. There’s a small bone called the hyoid that is very susceptible to being broken or crushed if the right amount of pressure is applied to the windpipe. Presumably, that’s what your partners have been doing, yes?”

Despite yourself, you feel heat rise to your cheeks. Dying not to darkspawn or demons but instead due to a mishap during sex would be a shameful way to go. “So, what? I tell them to keep away from my neck?”

Emmrich sighs wistfully. “Admittedly, that would be the best practice. Anything involving the neck has its dangers. However, there’s an alternative that offers more safety for… inexperienced hands.”

Some of your prickliness fades. You doubt the average tavern-goer is knowledgeable enough to know what a hyoid is, much less how to avoid it. “Okay. I’m listening.”

“Wonderful.” And there’s that classic Emmrich smile, the soft upturn of his lips. How this isn’t embarrassing to explain, you have no idea. “There are two primary ways to choke someone—which is not truly choking, by the way, but rather strangulation—that involve the neck. You can either restrict airflow, which involves putting pressure on the windpipe, or you can restrict blood flow.”

“And we’ve established that the former is bad.”

“The other option is not good, to be clear. Both are risky. Nevertheless—” Emmrich tilts his chin up to expose the long line of his neck and touches his fingertips along the middle of his throat. “This is the trachea. Most people think of this area when they imagine strangling someone.” He brings both hands to the side of his neck and traces two imaginary curves. “The less-oft considered are the carotid arteries on either side of the neck. They carry the most blood to the brain, and putting pressure on them momentarily can lead to a sense of light-headedness.”

You try to mirror the gesture on your own neck by using him as reference, but his is stupidly covered by his high collar, making it difficult to know if you’re doing it correctly. “Here?”

Emmrich seems to hesitate a moment. “May I touch you?”

The fact that he’s asking seems ridiculous. You’re the one who wants his help, clearly—but part of you is glad he waits for your permission. “Yeah.”

He clears the distance between you both in just a step or two, though there’s still something that separates your space from his. The way he covers your hands with his own is distinctly clinical. Perfunctory. “Your partners should put their hands here,” he affirms. His index fingers shift yours just so, just a hairs-breadth. “Both at once is ideal, though do try to convince them not to use their thumbs. The palms work just as well.”

Your tongue feels a little thick. Cotton-dry. “Why not just… one?” you ask, letting your arms fall back down to your sides.

“Inexperienced hands, as I mentioned.” And then he’s demonstrating on your neck again, his thumb and middle finger spanning both sides to touch either artery. “If someone were to try and squeeze in this position, even the most well-meaning person could accidentally exert force on the trachea.” He flattens his palm against the front of your throat, against the still-sore bruises. An example. You swallow thickly. “As I said, this is not safe, only marginally safe-er. Restricting blood flow must only be done in short bursts.”

The room seems to blot out of focus. Your attention narrows. Have you really never noticed the soft browns of Emmrich’s eyes before? The barely-there glint of silver in his mustache?

“There is nothing wrong with enjoying a little thrill, Rook. I only urge that you consider the reasoning behind your desire. Sometimes, even the mere presence of a firm hand can provide the dominance one seeks with none of the risks.”

And then there’s nothing clinical about it. There is no pressure, no screaming lungs in your chest. Only the weight of his hand rests on your throat, and still you feel like you’re drifting, becoming unmoored. It’s so, so different from the brief and brutal trysts you’ve sought. It’s less like giving in, and more like letting go.

“Emmrich—”

He steps away so quick and so suddenly that it's as if he ripped himself from your side. The air in your room is chilled, your neck bereft of his touch.

“I’m—I apologize.” He isn’t looking at you. Why does that hurt? “I didn’t intend to—I overstepped. I hope this was helpful, Rook. Please have a good night.”

The heavy doors swing shut as he leaves. You unclench your hands from the back of your couch—when had that happened?—and try to make sense of the world again. The dreamlike feeling returns, exacerbated by whatever Emmrich had done.

There’s nothing to do but sleep, you decide.

Even if you spend all night with your hand around your throat, mimicking his touch.

[themaydecemberist]

i think this is probably his favorite position... bodies pressing together, and being able to see and kiss his partners face 😭

full version on my bsky and twt 🔞

[themaydecemberist]

i hope the doors in the lighthouse have locks 😳

full version on my bsky and twt 🔞

[themaydecemberist]

final drawing before my datv + holiday hiatus 💞

full image on my bsky and twt 🔞

[themaydecemberist]

Yo your Stan sex pollen comic has been living rent-free in my head, I am Pondering some antics with Chayne, my human farmer from Palia, and dubious Grimalkin contraband that has been leaking Flow Fumes TM

OHHHHHHHHH 👀 omg the guilt would be INSANE, Chayne isn't the type of person to ever act that way ever 😭 are you thinking Chayne gets affected, or the farmer, or both?