#salim x jason

[moskafleurart]

“[...] but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for”

- Richard Siken

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[ekit70]

🧢 : Salim? 🥺

🪖 : 😚 ~ 🙂?

[monkey-po]

AU Hogwarts  Jason: Will you let my “basilisk” into your “secret room”? Professor Salim: I deduct 50 points from Gryffindor, meet me in Potions class, Mr. Kolcheck 

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Long time no see!

Illustrations for Hooked (my Jalim Fantasy AU)! Please, read it if you didn’t <3

Art by talented @hehearse   🌹  

[linc0ln]

[vagabond-art]

⚔ & 🛡

happy house of ashes day!

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[Image: Digital drawing in a sketchy monochromatic style of Jason Kolchek and Salim Othman from House of Ashes, standing back to back with shadows between them and a green light shining on them from the left and the right. The second image is identical to the first except with additional text that reads their traits. Jason’s traits read “Intolerant” and “Confident”, and Salim’s traits read “Stubborn” and “Courageous”. A watermark reads the artist’s Patreon: “Layne Creates” at patreon.com/layneismakingart. [END ID]

thank you so much to my patron @dishonored-pendletwin! i post all my art early on patreon, and patrons get to see everything unwatermarked plus a ton of other exclusive stuff, like wips and adoptables.

[bearkans]

I haven’t posted in AGES so here’s some art improvement?!

[ennovy-hana]

Haven’t used tumblr in a hot minute but happy Halloween! :D featuring Jalim as my 2 favorite supermassive game’s monsters

[mooninparadise]

✨Give You All of My Devotion✨

See the saucy version here~

An AU in which Salim is a Leafy Seadragon and Jason is a blue Halfmoon Betta

Trying to navigate social media when you wanna draw not sfw stuff is so tricky. I'm so sorry if y'all struggle to see my stuff on Twitter! 😭 I had seen a tag on my last one that they couldn't see it. A lot of it is tagged sensitive (and like, reasonably so) so it's a bit hit or miss. I adore reading all your tags. they seriously make my day.

also I hope everyone in this fandom is doing good. I love y'all -kisses your forehead-

[moskafleurart]

“Keep the cap on, Jason...”

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[ekit70]

🪖🧢

Good luck, brother.💓

You wish zain a happy birthday from me.

(The work isn't finished yet. I just testing the new textures.)☺️

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😈 😈 😈 Leaving the last render from the scene here

“There are three things you can watch forever - fire, water & this pic” 😇

[linc0ln]

[108garys]

"Die good or bad?" my sister when I said people would die if I posted her 50ish year old Jason

And one for Salim(who I will surely draw with more hair)

I don't know stuff all about this type of thing but now I got this nice reference for Jason (which is great given I want to draw him that age in relation to @ctrvpani 's hoa/the quarry crossover au)

[grimmywrites]

jalim and 15 for the mini fic ship thing?

(Anon, thank you! I was so excited to try my hand at the Jalim ship from House of Ashes. Hope you enjoy!)

              "Things You Said With Too Many Miles Between Us."

            “I’ve missed you,” he says, softly, and it’s further softened by the fact that it’s coming through the speaker of a phone. “I do miss you.”

            The connection is shit, as it would be considering they’re half a world apart from each other now. Jason is safe and honorably discharged back home in the south with enough hush money to keep his lips sealed. Salim is still in Iraq, safe and without U.S. army intervention as the lieutenant had feared for long months. Even so, the diminished quality of the other soldier’s voice didn’t sit right with him. He’d been wordy in that hell—borderline poetic due to the way the deep cadence of his voice and the rolling lilt of his accent molded his words melodious.

            Jason had never met anyone who spoke that way before. He sure isn’t someone anybody would ever call eloquent. Cheeky, maybe. Full of it, sure. Maybe that’s why he finds it tricky to answer.

            “Are you still there, Jason?” Salim asks. “Has the call failed?”

            “…M’here.”

            It comes out of the back of his throat, lower and a little more raspy than usual. He hadn’t been primed to speak after the admittance. Those words have left him reeling and to ground himself he’s focusing on the feel of his tongue along the back of his teeth. He realizes, too, that his eyes have been darting back and forth while his brain works through the surprise.

            It shouldn’t be a surprise. He often thought the same regarding the Iraqi. But apparently, Jason still finds it too hard to fathom someone having that sentiment towards him, too. One-sidedness was something he could handle and had handled before. He’d been prepared for that in this, too, because he’d missed the man before he’d even turned to walk away.

            Jason had been fine with that (had had to be)—with the man going back to the person who mattered most. He’d even taken pride in helping. He’d told himself he could live with that.

            Until he couldn’t.

            “Still here,” he manages, just to stop his racing thoughts. “Just thinkin’ on how things turned out. You missin’ a man who held a gun on you.”

            “I held one on you first,” Salim reminds him and even with the connection he can hear the teasing timber to it.

            Jason wishes he wouldn’t do that, though not nearly as much as he relishes it. “Good reasons at the time, yeah, I know.”

            “…Have I upset you, Jason?”

            He’s not upset and he’s not uncomfortable. Hard to say what he’s feeling. He thinks maybe it’s close to the second, but that wasn’t anything on Salim or having to do with Salim. That was all Jason. The dregs of who he used to be, all tough words and bravado to hide stunted emotions. The man waiting on his answer had somehow pulled him through that in an unbelievably short period of time. Yeah, there’d been the threat of death breathing at the back of their necks, so it had seemed a good time for the raw, painful honesty.

            But he’d rarely ever given that to Nicky, and never in the full measure he’d deserved.

            With Salim, he’d bared all those parts of him. He still wanted to. Because Salim had reasoned with him, listened to him, and had taken him for what he was. A man. His complexities were just facts, just aspects of him to learn and work with and through. He’d made Jason feel like he hadn’t had to hide away.

            There are so many parts he doesn’t want to hide away anymore.

            “No,” Jason tells him. “You didn’t. I’m just—” He hesitates, and then stretches out his neck as if physically settling himself into the honesty. “Glad to hear I wasn’t the only one.” He waits only a second because that’s all he can wait. “Missing you, I mean. If I’m honest, didn’t know what to think of it at first. Some people might think I’d gone crazy.”

            “Even though we stopped being enemies long ago?”

            “Not so suprisin’ if you think on how I was ‘fore I met you.”

            Salim hums in consideration. “You had your reasons, as I said… I am glad you saw passed them.”

            That had been because of Salim. Because of how impressed he’d been by his logic. By his tenacity. By his ability. Because, subconsciously, Jason had been… but that’s not the honesty he can say over the phone. Not after knowing this man for mere hours, losing him, and one phone call that’s lasted but a few minutes.

            No matter the time he’d spent shaming himself for it, agonized over it, came to terms with it… hoped with it.

            “Me, too, brother.”

            He knows Salim is smiling, he can hear it. He can see it, goofy and bright and breathtaking as it had been in those caves. “I would not have cared what those people thought. They could never understand what we became down there.”

            Jason swallows. “’Sword and shield,’ like you said. Allies.” He laughs shallowly. “Friends?”

            “More,” the other man says, solemn and heavy.

            He lays it out there in tone alone to fill the gap of all those miles between them.

            It’s another thing that takes the breath out of Jason’s lungs. He can’t think enough to move his tongue this time, not to talk or test the back of his teeth.

            “Jason…?” It’s not a question of whether he’s still there, it’s a test of their bearings. It’s a gauge of the American’s footing. It’s an out… if he wants to take it.

            Jason doesn’t, but all the same finds that he has to say, haltingly: “Salim.”

            “I’m sorry,” the Iraqi amends immediately, almost sorrowfully. “These are things I shouldn’t say—"

            Jason stops that, though. “They are,” he clarifies. “They’re just… things I want to say when I can see your face.”

            A beat. A moment for his brain to analyze the words. “When you can—” He breathes, as if inhaling the words into understanding. “Yes, I would like that, too. I would like to see you again.” He lets that hang for a moment, too, and it feels like a little bit of a relief for both of them, before he asks: “But when, Jason? How?”

            He doesn’t know, but he’s going to figure it out. “Told you about believin’ in miracles, didn’t I, Salim?” he asks it just to say his name in turn. “You leave it to me.”

            His friend gives that deep chuckle. “I suppose I must. It shouldn’t take too long, now that we have the means to speak to one another…”

            “Fast as I can,” Jason promises.

            “Good. I expect nothing less.”

            This time he’s the one who laughs.

            “We have much to say,” Salim tells him once he quiets, amicable but with underlying promise. There’s also a hesitance, as if he believes that the phone call is coming to an end. That the American meant that everything they wanted to know about the last months of each other’s lives needed to wait.

            They didn’t.

            “You’re crazier than I remember if you think I’m lettin’ you get off this phone without tellin’ me how Zain’s birthday went.”

            And that puts Salim’s laughter right back into his ear, so warm he can almost feel it.