#the gateways

This fic is dedicated to all the peeps on the EKosystem (Erin Kellyman) Discord server. Thank y'all for being so awesome.

Happy Holidays, and

Image Description: A digital drawing of a polaroid photo in sepia colours with the words "The Gateways 1960" scribbled underneath the picture. The polaroid shows Minnie and Poppy on their first date slow-dancing at the Gateways Club. Minnie is wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit with white polka dots and a deep V neckline, Poppy is wearing a white blouse with short sleeves and a high collar as well as a dark maxi skirt. Minnie and Poppy have their hair in artfully arranged updos, they are smiling widely and only have eyes for each other. They don't even notice the women dancing in the background or sitting at the small tables next to them. Art by celilasart. End description.

HP WLW BigBang Art Claim: Minerva/Poppy

Illustration for the amazing fic "When the world is on fire, I want you with me to watch it burn" by @lalalaartje with lovely art by @agentmoppet

The fic, this fic, I was allowed to create art for, is absolutely phenomenal. Whether Minnie & Poppy are your OTP or you've never read a single fic for this pairing, this fic is for you! It's just beautiful how we follow these two through the decades :))

:. my thoughts go this way and yours go that, in blinding darkness touched with obsidian gold glares and sparks where previously it sucked all light and we stumble and fall on the cobbles breaking the skin, as blood would rush to the surface painting in blessed hues of blues and greens. i feel too much sometimes, stretched skin-tight and dry, deep in the crevasses where i follow, down to the hollows .:

:. sea shares the salt and grain small and dense as rain, no smaller, in the midst of winds and cold kissed shoulders, i am fulfilled with claret and berries red and sweet, cold glass against window panes and streamers down my arm .:

:. there’s direction from lumos filtered through smoking glasses, metal shoulders that strain against brick and ground, deep underneath .:

:. my thoughts are yours, warped and wrapped around wisps of sugar and crust blown from the hand into the mouth of another cold and brittle floating and drifting from where you once stood, teasing and taunting with lewd behaviour sliding silk along wet thighs and hot eyes .:

:. i am full of secrets stringed wanton and willing between the webs of fingers, dancing over the hillocks and valleys of the flesh .:

:. swimming under the sun and impenetrable as the deepest blues, lilac oceans, sometimes to swallow and sometimes to spit .:

:. i love that, like i love you, like I love him so dearly and intensely, he’s my wanderlust bronzed and walking down boulevards, voice fractured-booming deep and seductively sensual smoke exhaled deep into the stars .:

:. there is something here, not sure where, but it bubbles with mirth and glee, counting the second, minutes, hours till legs wrap around hips and mouth, pliant under taste and touch my fucking heart would break and shatter and rebuild stronger and deeper, and i want the smut and the fuck under it all, and the nails running up backs and down thighs marking intent, possession and need .:

:. it flicks upwards jaggedly only to throw itself down .: