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commission for the extraordinarily talented and wonderful @angellayercake inspired by Banchetto—one of my all-time favorites.
corresponding excerpt under the cut.
‘Careful Papa! They are still hot from the oven,’ you chided him but he turned to you with a grin on his face. Even covered in crumbs he was handsome enough to take your breath away.
‘But Sorella, this is the best time to have them, si?’ After popping the final piece in his mouth he starts cleaning his fingers, sucking one at a time into his mouth, moaning obscenely as he picked up the last traces of flavour. You are transfixed by his display so you barely notice when his eyes flick open and catch you watching. He draws the last finger out of his mouth so slowly, catching on his bottom lip and you have to swallow as you suppress the thought of his finger in your own mouth. You meet his eyes and feel the blush blooming on your face.
He saunters closer to you never taking his eyes from yours and you can’t breathe in anticipation of what he is going to do. He stops just in front of you and you feel yourself leaning ever so slightly forward as if he had his own gravitational pull. Then in the blink of an eye he has snatched another three and is halfway across the room.
‘That will be all today Sorella, grazie.’ And then he is gone but you can hear him whistling on his way. You collect yourself as quickly as you can, not wanting to dawdle when you had been so clearly dismissed.
I haven't had a chance to properly and truly freak out about every single detail of this yet even if I have been looking at him all day every day since you sent him to me so here is a list of all the things that have ruined my life over the past week in no particular order.
His hair! The flecks of grey I want to stroke every single one
His eyes looking all intense but still soft. The white eye looking almost milky is somehow spooky and soft at the same time
Dimples he has dimples and soft lovely cheeks I take no arguments about this
His old man neck I see that detail I SEE IT. every time someone says something mean about his neck I lose ten years from my life so please think about your actions. Here though it is perfect
The smirk is out of control. The little shit knows exactly the way he is killing you with his actions and he is enjoying it
His eyebrows his lovely fluffy expressive eyebrows. I would kiss them if I could
Just being so expressive and lovely. I am at the level of delulu where he is always expressive to me so just know this is exactly how is see him
The way his hair is falling out of the style he looks like he has been lounging and only slicked it back out of habit and not deliberately or even messed up from me playing with it??? So many thoughts
His hand I want it wrapped around my neck so now I am going to have to write that in somewhere aren't I??? Thanks Liss
The soft diffused background it works so well because how could you pay attention to anything other than him when he is being such a beautiful little shit everything else would fade into the background
The lighting and the rainbow highlights aahhhhh I just want to eat them
His crows feet 🥹🥹🥹🥹
His comfy grandad cardigan
I should stop here but this is by no means an exhaustive list this is just one of the best things I have ever seen
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commission for the extraordinarily talented and wonderful @angellayercake inspired by Banchetto—one of my all-time favorites.
corresponding excerpt under the cut.
‘Careful Papa! They are still hot from the oven,’ you chided him but he turned to you with a grin on his face. Even covered in crumbs he was handsome enough to take your breath away.
‘But Sorella, this is the best time to have them, si?’ After popping the final piece in his mouth he starts cleaning his fingers, sucking one at a time into his mouth, moaning obscenely as he picked up the last traces of flavour. You are transfixed by his display so you barely notice when his eyes flick open and catch you watching. He draws the last finger out of his mouth so slowly, catching on his bottom lip and you have to swallow as you suppress the thought of his finger in your own mouth. You meet his eyes and feel the blush blooming on your face.
He saunters closer to you never taking his eyes from yours and you can’t breathe in anticipation of what he is going to do. He stops just in front of you and you feel yourself leaning ever so slightly forward as if he had his own gravitational pull. Then in the blink of an eye he has snatched another three and is halfway across the room.
‘That will be all today Sorella, grazie.’ And then he is gone but you can hear him whistling on his way. You collect yourself as quickly as you can, not wanting to dawdle when you had been so clearly dismissed.
A Mary Goore commission for the very lovely and talented @da-rulah!! This particular Mary stars in “The Mayor’s Daughter.” It is such a delicious read—do yourself a favor and check it out. Excerpt under the cut. ♡
“Wanna try something new. Get over here, doll,” he instructed, beckoning you over. You rose from your seat, closing the distance between you both. He leaned back onto the sink, folding his arms over his chest as you got a little closer than necessary, stood between his feet and leaning your hands on the edges of the sink. Mere inches separated you, and you waited for him to continue.
“That’s a pretty shade of lipstick you got on tonight,” he flirted, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb and inspecting the red residue that lingered on it when he pulled back.
“You should recognise it, not the first time I’ve worn it for you.” If he remembered right, he’d know you wore it the first time he’d snuck in through your bedroom window; the same pretty shade of blood red. “You asked me back then if I thought it would look good on you, and then you kissed me.”
“I did, didn’t I?” he mused, feigning thoughtfulness. “And it did look good on me...” You giggled at that, and it damn near sent Mary to his knees right there and then. He would never get fucking tired of that giggle. “Have you got it on you?” he asked, before he could get too distracted by that pretty little sound.
“Of course,” you said, patting the little purse hanging from your shoulder and down by your hip.
“Good, you might need a touch up when I’m done with you,” he smirked. “Think you can make some pretty little lipstick marks for me?” You nodded, moving in to kiss him immediately but he stopped you, his finger on your lip. You pouted, sagging your shoulders.
He pulled his finger from your lips and pointed it to his cheek bone, where the black met the white of his thin and chalky paints. You took the initiative, and stood up on your toes to reach, planting a very deliberate kiss to the area. When you pulled back, you marvelled at your work; the prettiest lip stain sat where you’d pressed your lips against him. Mary turned his head to look sideways into the mirror behind him, smirking at the transfer.
“Perfect, need more though,” he said, turning back to you and pointing now at his jawline on the other side of his face. You obliged eagerly, lingering just a little longer this time and pressing your body against his where he leaned on the sink. You could feel his body tense under you, like he was trying to act cool and aloof but fighting an urge rising inside him...
“Can I choose a spot?” you teased by his ear, letting your breasts press into his chest just a little...
“Choose wisely, doll...” he warned, with no real warning behind it whatsoever. But you already had a spot in mind...
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had some fun drawing more stylized versions of my favorite satanic old men. as one does.
(terzo came back wrong, secondo needs to be better about removing his glittery eye makeup, copia is judging you in a sexy way, and primo has never done anything wrong in his life ever.)
I had the absolute HONOR of collaborating with @askingforthesun on their incredible Into The Eyes Of Fire series. If you've ever wanted to feel your brain melt out of your head (in a good way) please give it a read. I got to draw the loveliest scene from Chapter 4!
Excerpt under the cut.
The first touch was like a lightning bolt to his soul. Warm fingertips settled on his sternum, brushing soft patterns into his skin, and he heard Dew exhale shakily, a disbelieving, fragile little sound. A moment later another touch brushed against his side, and his fists curled up even tighter as he fought not to flinch away. He wanted this, he repeated to himself over and over, he’d wanted this for so long, he couldn’t run now just because he’d spent so long training himself in the habit of self-hatred.
Dew groaned quietly as the heat of his hands skated over Aether’s skin, pressing in a little firmer at his hips, and Aether heard himself answer the sound with one of his own, soft and uncertain. Dew’s grip tightened at the sound of it, long elegant fingers digging into the softness of Aether’s hips so sharply it startled Aether’s eyes open.
And, now they were open, he didn’t think he had it in him to close them again.
Please consider checking this out and giving it some well-deserved love. It's a fantastic piece of writing and I have had the time of my life following along as it releases!
HEY. HEY EVERYONE. HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT LISS WANTED TO DRAW SOMETHING FROM MY SILLY LITTLE FIC?????? DID YOU KNOW THAT LISS WISHED TO BLESS ME WITH ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I HAVE EVER RECEIVED?????
WELL YOU DO NOW
When Liss said to me "Mal do you have an upcoming scene you would like to have illustrated" I about fell out of my damn chair, bc I've seen Liss's art and it's worth falling out of your chair about, let along when she asks you if you want to collab. But there was no other scene I could think of asking for. I'd had this image in my head since basically the start of the writing process, and I knew Liss would make it so much better than I could ever have imagined. And I screamed when I first saw it. It's so incredible that it changed the way I intended to write a few aspects of the scene.
There's so much captured in this one image. Aether's hesitance and self-hatred, his inability to accept that he's allowed this, that he even deserves it. When I first zoomed in and looked at his expression I genuinely felt my heart twist in my chest, he looks so pained and afraid but so desperate for anything Dew will give him. The clenched fists, the bowed head, the little pinch between his eyebrows, it's everything to me.
And Dew is no less incredible. The look of absolute wonder on his face is everything I imagined and wanted, and more. You can see in his expression that he knows what a gift he's being given here, and that it's the best he's ever received. You can see how careful and delicate his touch is, and how much he craves more.
The contrast of their bodies, the softness of the light on them, the tension in the space between them. Dew's ribs and Aether's shoulders. The way Dew's eyes are the brightest thing in the image because what he's looking at is the most important. The way you can fuckign see the unshaved stubble on Aether's jawline because he's had such a shitty week that I didn't even tell Liss to do and she stiLL FUCKING DID IT BECAUSE SHE'S INCREDIBLE
I just. I. It. You. Liss I love this so much and I'm so glad everyone gets to enjoy it now, thank you so much for this and for putting up with how annoying I was to work with <3 You're incredible and this fandom is nothing without you.
I had the absolute HONOR of collaborating with @askingforthesun on their incredible Into The Eyes Of Fire series. If you've ever wanted to feel your brain melt out of your head (in a good way) please give it a read. I got to draw the loveliest scene from Chapter 4!
Excerpt under the cut.
The first touch was like a lightning bolt to his soul. Warm fingertips settled on his sternum, brushing soft patterns into his skin, and he heard Dew exhale shakily, a disbelieving, fragile little sound. A moment later another touch brushed against his side, and his fists curled up even tighter as he fought not to flinch away. He wanted this, he repeated to himself over and over, he’d wanted this for so long, he couldn’t run now just because he’d spent so long training himself in the habit of self-hatred.
Dew groaned quietly as the heat of his hands skated over Aether’s skin, pressing in a little firmer at his hips, and Aether heard himself answer the sound with one of his own, soft and uncertain. Dew’s grip tightened at the sound of it, long elegant fingers digging into the softness of Aether’s hips so sharply it startled Aether’s eyes open.
And, now they were open, he didn’t think he had it in him to close them again.
Please consider checking this out and giving it some well-deserved love. It's a fantastic piece of writing and I have had the time of my life following along as it releases!
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anyone else out there lose their mind a little bit when they think too hard about cardinal terzo? and his fanon-accurate dangly grucifix earring. and how his makeup would get smudged when he—
anyone else out there lose their mind a little bit when they think too hard about cardinal terzo? and his fanon-accurate dangly grucifix earring. and how his makeup would get smudged when he—
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