#if you saw this before no you didn’t

[prisonpodcast]

They’re practicing :D

[ceruleancattail]

I saw that requests were open and immediately body slamed the askbox!

Could we have some butler! Idia x Gn (or fem) Reader? Could be a scenario or a headcanon, whichever you like more

Thanks ahead ^^

Outstretched hands, you reach out, heaving a sigh of relief as you graze cloth. Twirling a finger around black coattails, you pull.

A lanky figure stumbles backwards slightly, feet scrambling for purchase on the ground. Shoes squeak against your floors, a frantic sound.

He spins around, eyes wide open with shock. He only gawks at you, at an apparent loss for worlds. Azure flames shot up like flares, tongues of flame flickering. Hunching his shoulders, he curls into himself, pointedly avoiding your gaze.

Your butler, Idia Shroud. He’s someone who’ll rather hide in the shadows, even going as far as to actively run from the spotlight. Idia’s excellent at making himself smaller then he seemed. A slouch, and a tendency to stutter when address. He was rather skilled at acting timid.

“M.. Master. What do you require of me?”

A whisper, barely audible. It carried on the air, lighter then a feather. Rather a contrast to the tone he takes when playing games with his brother. Yet an enjoyable one, all the same.

You stifle a laugh, before beckoning him closer. Idia flushes a pale pink, before shuffling over. Taking the chance, you give him a once over.

Honestly? Idia was attractive. A slender figure, along with a rather charming face. It’s a shame he chose to hide it with oversized shirts and pants. Lost in thought, your hand stretches to his face, stroking his cheeks. Soft, supple skin. Rather pretty, you muse to yourself.

Your gaze wanders, along with your fingers. Sliding ever so carefully across those wonderfully shaped lips of his, you envied whoever got to kiss him. They sunk ever so slightly at your fingertips.

Wonder how he kisses like. A desperate sort of kissing, with every fibre of his body burning with longing? Smashing his lips against yours, pressing like a feral beast?

A careful sort of kissing? A gentle waltz, with both of you moving against each other in sync. A charming, romantic notion. Kissing each other until you two truly melt into one being.

A hand creeps over to your face. Rubbing circles into your cheek with his thumb, you watch Idia’s cheeks glow crimson. His eyes meet yours, and your heart skips quite a few beats.

Eyes as deep as the depths of hell. As if you were standing over the ledge, looking at that darkness, and wondering if you’ll ever reach the bottom.

To fall would be a fool’s folly, yet the fires that burned within seemed awfully warm.

You grit your teeth, telling yourself not to fall to the charms of fire. Yet your heart took flight, fluffy wings fluttering in your chest.

A moth struggling to break free.

“Master…” Idia speaks, a certain stutter to his words. He takes a knee, moving down until his eyes are perfectly level with your own. Reaching for your hand, he twirls a strand around his fingers.

Mirroring the method you used to summon him.

Caressing your lips with his thumb, he stares back at you once more. A silent, determined gaze.

“May I?”

[kotdish]

So sleepy

[cosmicvaca]

I wanted to draw Ziyal in the dress that her father “””gave””” to her for her party in “Sons and Daughters”. But I’m crazy and thought I would mix it with my current obsession with the “Portrait of a Young Woman in White” not Jacques-Louis David (it looks like his work but it isn’t, probably made by someone in his neoclassical circle but we don’t know who). I’ve been doing “master copies” in my sketchbook and reading everything I could on it but I can’t get it out of my system.

Like in my head, it makes sense. The unknown subject is of a young aristocrat, a merveilleuse, who attends lavish parties during the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror (the Washington Post made a good little summary of the painting and this culture of youths) Dukat is having this lavish party for his daughter while millions die in a war he started.

Anyway, I made some sketches of Ziyal in what I guess is the dress Dukat gave to Kira. We don’t really see the dress in the episode, all we know is that it is purple and silky. So I kinda based it on the dress that Kira wore in the “”lol I fucked your mom”” episode that I detest. The dresses they wear kinda remind me of the fashion of les merveilleuses.

[itsmorrisworm]

Spirits and such!!

[hopediamondart]

goodomtober day 30: Free Choice

Angel kisses for my birthday? Yes please!

[faggot-friday]

[unuskinnie]

More reverse Annus. He uses his wings like 75% of the time tbh

[miraculosus]

Some Ladrien fluff to get through the day😵‍💫

[colliewolfdraws]

[groan-taire]

Dunno if I’ll ever finish this but I liked the sketch

[amatchboxheart]

this album 😵‍💫

[the-rollerchloster]

Much like the Misha or Jensen one, you get asked this when you join @sunshineshellers and I am always intrigued by the results…

I know if you’re trawling the cockles and/or destiel tag you probably love them both, but come on, one ranks slightly higher than the other in your mind…

[baldbarzal]

“Jack Hughes” “upper body” “we’ll see how it goes”

[loveofastarvingdog]

more blood sports at middle school summer camps methinks. no time for regular lust when they are learning Blood Lust 👍 (<- campaign slogan for conservatives to vote for me spring of 2064)

[ghostbur-daily]

I love how floaty he is