a winter date
gift for @apocokat 🫂💙
Noah Kahan
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Love Begins

shark vs the universe
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hello vonnie

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@thesuprememe
a winter date
gift for @apocokat 🫂💙
more catholic yaoi for you
LET’S HAVE A CONCLAVE
“Humor me, Sol, but may I have a quick peek at that lovely neck of yours. Just for old times’ sake,” he whispers. A hand caresses up and stops at their shoulder, thumb massaging their skin. He ignores the flash of hesitancy, since they acquiesce anyways, straightening their posture and tilting their head. Astarion’s hand moves from resting at their shoulder to holding Sol’s head, adjusting their head further back, to get a better look. Sol gasps under their breath, “Gods, Astarion. Don’t mess up my hair.” The marks are faded now, if he wasn’t this close he probably wouldn’t even be able to see them. He masks with one of his smirks that deep ache and rage filling him when he sees Sol’s hesitancy through the fantasy. There’s a moment where he just wants to take them there, digging his teeth deep into their neck, tearing muscle, tendons, and arteries. He wants to keep them sequestered in the labyrinthine halls of his palace, protected and defiled. “Astarion? People are starting to stare.”
Chapter 2 of The Anatomy of the Palace
a drawing for the first chapter of a lil fic I’m writing, The Anatomy of the Palace
the feeling’s mutual
space isn’t so cold with you
Until that morning and until that dawn I am myself - Myself I am your moonless star.
An endless dome of an elation, a rapture of within - enlightenment and adoration within whole heart, a kiss within all might - such is visage and beauty of the utmost, of @gldnhrtd ones!<зз
Saw this and I knew what had to be done.
I had a grayscale version too, I couldn’t help myself
the first soirée
another Sol run
Her name is Fawn
"Can't get enough?"
// explicit version
Little surprise night visit of an ex-lover :D
@wilteddreamsofbaldursgate 's reblog got me cackling so badly I just had to draw this