Show Him The Fruits

Taken in 2000 about a year into our relationship.

Taken in 2024 (last weekend). Didn’t quite get the pose or positioning right, but hey, we’re older and our memory ain’t what it used to be!

i think dame aylin is probably the most lesbian lesbian. i can’t explain

she is strong n fearless and agressive and assertive but still so full of love for her girlfriend isobel and gentle and sweet and kind to innocents yet still delivering justice to people who have wronged her. she was caged for years (not exactly sure how long but a while) and when she got out her first thing was to see her girlfriend, and THEN kill the guy that imprisoned her. i love her and need a knight gf like her please. Please

psionics lessons

and some other squid sketches of varying effort under the cut

still figuring out the best way to attach tentacles to their faces zzz some of the top set are bits from the fic /shameless plug

the other weirdo in the red in the bottom set is @bigmfrat's squid thez'taress who is a bit of a rude dude:tm: but we all loves them anyway

Why does that actually look like something that could work decently well

On my way to save Zelda with my phallicopter

oh no he’s in his second phase

actually I take back what I said about not wanting any more lord of the rings movies. give me two hours of legolas and gimli sailing to the undying lands mockumentary style. just them in a boat

Good news: if you’re currently laying around and not producing anything, you are a credit to your species.

still the same Modern AU - this time at a fundraiser

with a snippet of what i've already written for it below the cut

tags: semi nsfw, (not so) secret relationship

As if summoned by Isobel’s thoughts, the door swung open and Aylin rushed through, the draft tousling her hair in the process.

“You should have warned me.”, she rasped, stopping just before Isobel, mere inches between them left.

“Oh, about this? Why, it’s very tame. You can barely see half a leg.”, Isobel pointed out innocently. Despite her own heart racing she brought the flute to her lips and took a sip of her champagne.

Aylin's warm hand slid past the silky fabric and pressed against the back of her thigh, fingers digging into soft skin. The other reached out to pull the flute from Isobel's hand and, with great foresight, placed it on the balcony railing.

Isobel brought her now empty hand to the nape of Aylin's neck, fingers curling into the hair there. Aylin's lips hung open, her eyes dark and hungry, entirely at Isobel's behest.

A small tug on her hair was enough to get her moving. The hand on Isobel's thigh lifted it up to make space for her body to slot in between.

She crowded herself against Isobel, her strong body pressing her into the wall.

The music coming from inside had long since faded. Isobel's own heart beating in her ears only mixed with the sounds of Aylin's heavy breathing.

Isobel tilted her face upwards to close the remaining distance between them and bring their lips together.

They had both been aching to do this for much too long already. Every second not spent kissing each other was seemingly wasted.