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gonna post some of my old Jalim art, I still love them very much, even though Ghoap has fully eaten my brain...

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Jason is completely whipped for him

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it's 11:53, did you know you are so handsome

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If you mess up a social interaction you can say "Failed Experiment" and move on

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Fucks me up to think about how every character in the world is literally just someone's OC

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when u dont like ur art take a deep breath and remember u created it from nothing, like a god

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if i am saying “drive safe” to you it is not a wish or command btw. i am casting a spell. Get fucking cushioned and shielded and protected idiot

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becomes so horny that i transform into a swarm of eels living in a beautiful and picturesque lake

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still so insane to me that the term “murder husbands” was used in canon. freddie lounds was just straight up calling them gay in the newspaper.

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The Candle

I am but a candle

a small flame

in this empty night

I can not light

what is dark

nor warm what is

cold

I am but a shivering

Gasping

Fool

A lone candle

In the

Night.

I got more to this. A set of poems. Inspired by the prompt candle of the 12 days of Jalim. I guess I gotta draw a picture for the other poems now. At least one more for the night.

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Chapter 18 — Brothers

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True legends

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Reassuring | Say Nothing | Defiant

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I rendered the other versions ✨✨

Happy pride with jalim 😘

Other versions under the cut ☺️

I may render these in the future. The smooch is too cute 🥺

+my reference photo

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New Level

Salim knew he had to make a move. It might go very badly, but he had to try. The only thing that held him back was the fear of losing his friendship with Jason. But if he continued on like this, things might strain between them anyway.

So he decided to try, and face whatever came of it.

They were sitting together watching something on television. Jason looked relaxed, one arm draped over the back of the couch. His other hand rested on top of his thigh. There was some space between them, but not so much that Salim would have to reach far if he wanted to touch that hand. And he wanted to; he really, really wanted to. It wouldn't have been a strange thing to do, except that Americans had a very different idea of what holding hands meant. If Salim reached for Jason's hand, the former marine might think Salim meant it in that other way.

And he would be right.

Salim took in a slow breath. He was being ridiculous about this. It was just holding hands. There was no reason to be nervous. They had even held hands before. Though perhaps that wasn't the best comparison. Pulling each other up to a higher ridge was hardly the same thing.

Salim swallowed down his nerves and inched his hand over. Allah, why was it so sweaty all of a sudden? He discreetly wiped the sweat away and tried again. The tips of his fingers gave a questioning tap to Jason's knuckles. The younger man turned his way, arching an eyebrow.

“What's up? You okay?”

“Yes, I... I'm okay.” He allowed a little more pressure from his fingers.

“You sure?” Jason's gaze locked onto his.

“Yes.” Salim's mouth was dry and his hand was sweaty, but this time he didn't dare try to wipe it off. He carefully scooted his fingers across the back of Jason's hand. “Is this all right?” he asked.

“What?” Jason asked, blinking in confusion. His eyes dropped down to his hand like was only now noticing Salim's slow progress. Salim's hand was fully covering his now. “Yeah,” Jason said, his eyes traveling back up to Salim's face. “It's a thing, right, for friends to hold hands?”

Salim was struck with an unexpected mix of emotions: pleasure that Jason would bother learning something about Salim's culture, and disappointment that Jason attributed this gesture to friendship.

“Yes,” Salim confirmed reluctantly. It would be so easy to leave it at that... “But that's...” It was getting warmer in the room, or possibly it was just his face. “That isn't why...”

“Oh.” Thankfully Jason understood before Salim had to say it all out loud. There was the slightest upward tick of Jason's lips. Most people wouldn't see it, but Salim noted the nervous strain in the younger man's eyes. “Yeah,” Jason nodded, sliding his fingers so Salim's thumb was tucked into his palm. “It's okay.”

“Okay,” Salim echoed. Jason's lip ticked up a little more and he squeezed Salim's thumb.

Salim didn't know what to do now. His heart was doing its best to beat its way out of his chest, his emotions swelling up in his throat. Salim didn't know how he was still able to breathe. He was hyper aware of the feel of Jason's grip, the texture of his palm, the warmth of his skin. Salim was frozen, his entire being anchored by that thumb in Jason's hand.

He hadn't even noticed when Jason's other arm loved off the back of the couch to drop down onto Jason's leg. He did notice when a faith flush of pink made its way across Jason's cheeks. It was a very pretty look for him.

“I hear you thinkin',” Jason announced.

“You're very pale,” Salim told him. “How did you ever survive an Iraqi summer without burning to a crisp?”

“I wore a hat, smart-ass.”

“Yes, the hat. I think I remember it,” Salim teased. That got a smile and a snort of amusement from Jason.

“Shut up,” Jason grumbled, and turned his attention back to the TV.

Their hands stayed clasped together. It quickly became comfortable and Salim's heart stopped trying to burst out of his chest. Instead an excited buzzing zipped along his skin at this new level of intimacy between them.

He was excited to see how they grew from here.

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before pride month ends does anyone wanna admit they have a crush on me