🎶 Keep it cool, keep the mood androgynous 🎶

Blitzø cried bottomfully.

I had my first, genuine, full-blown panic attack when contemplating coming out to my parents and telling them I was dating a girl. I experienced a lot of distress and anxiety during that time, and I can't believe that was already four months ago. It felt like the end of my life, and I'm so lucky enough to say that it wasn't, and my relationship with my family didn't change at all. I know other people don't have the same experience, and sometimes have the exact opposite that I did. It's not something I take for granted.

So I wanted to make a post saying happy pride month to EVERYONE. Whether you've been out for twenty years or whether you're not out to a single person or whether you're somewhere in between, I hope you find a way to celebrate you sometime this month.

Have some Barbie and Kendra to celebrate! I am definitely going to need to draw some of the outfits from the new merch drop too...

gender nonconformity

a profile in which the nose features prominently

striking and unusual voice

sexually repressed but in a way that I can work with

notable height (in either direction)

glasses

other unusual physical features (red hair, freckles, protruding ears, vitiligo, etc.)

visibly haunted

condemned by god to an eternity of suffering

Poor little bird prince

Yay WIP Wednesday! Thank you @anemicjellyfish for the tag ❤️

I'm still in the process of re-reading and editing what I already have of You're Perfect (And Everything in Between) before I look at chapter 9 again and post it. However, I think I've mentioned this before, but I have a few one-shot WIPs that take place in the same universe. I'm not gonna lie—they're all smut. They all happen later in the story, too, so there's a chance some of them will end up integrated in the main fic, but I'm sure at least a couple will be posted as their own works on AO3 eventually (as part of the same series).

So yeah, I thought I'd share a (mildly spicy 🔥) snippet of one of them today 🤭

No words came as warm hands rested gently on his shoulders from behind. The garbled sound that formed at the back of Blitz’s throat came out as a sigh when Stolas began massaging him, easing the tension bunching up at the apex of his back.

Soon enough, though, a hot breath ghosted against his skin, followed by soft lips that traveled the length of his nape.

Blitz lifted the pencil from the screen and closed his eyes. It took everything in him to get back to work, especially when Stolas began pressing kisses to his neck that were chaste at first, then wet, the parting of his mouth audible in the silence of the booth. 

Blitz shivered when a hot tongue pressed against his skin. He shifted, and kept going, clicking his tongue when his next line got messed up from the shaking of his wrist. He had to undo it four times for it to look decent.

Stolas’ hands left his shoulders and stroked slowly down his chest, mapping his body from behind. Soft, wet kisses traveled across his nape, and, fuck, yep, there was the breathless groan he’d been fighting to suppress.

It took an active, consistent effort to keep his breathing steady and his eyes focused on the screen, especially when those distracting hands slipped under his shirt and pressed to the expanse of his ribs. That searing tongue reached the line of his hair, and Blitz cursed under his breath, undoing the line he’d just fucked up before trying again.

There was some cheekiness to the hum that brushed hotly against Blitz’s damp skin. Then Stolas tasted him again, hot mouth closing around the curve of Blitz’s neck.