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littledoepeach · 8 months
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my contribution to the Dream Big Zine created by juutanart on twitter! saw this reposted a couple times which is so sweet!! thank you for liking my art!!!!! 🥹 some people were affectionately saying she looks gay and yeah! she sure is! 🥰🌈
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"anything but ordinary" - a zine made by me!
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[ID: A vertical portrait of a fat version of Mitsuri lying on pink and cream clouds with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. A string of light pink roses cover her breasts, but otherwise she is completely nude. She has stretch marks on her breasts, arms, and belly. A cream cloud above her head which is framed by metallic roses holds the title of the zine, "To Love Yourself." The subtitle which is held in a smaller cream cloud under the title reads "A Body Positive Mitsuri Fanbook." End ID.]
♡   IT'S FINALLY HERE   ♡
[Plain Text: It's Finally Here.]
To Love Yourself: A Body Positive Mitsuri Fanbook and all its merch is now available to download! Thank you to all the contributors for making wonderful works for this zine! CW: Artistic Nudity
Zine and Merch here! vv https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1MZFE4B3npXvYX_Dkez3332uQl5SCvDxZ?usp=sharing
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jasperscringepit · 3 months
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Trans Body Positivity!
I know I’ve disappeared recently, I’m sorry!! I’ve been going through a lot of life stuff, along with mental health struggles so I’ve been quite absent recently. However! I have put together a mini zine for a local art fair next weekend, and I’m pretty proud of it and it’s message so I thought I share it here :)
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If you want to see the rest it’s beneath the break!
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To all my trans siblings, things are incredibly scary right now. I love you all so much for being who you are, take care of yourselves when you can <3
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maiasart · 4 months
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Pink Taco Issue.
by Maia G Vileya (@maia.x.e)
Description: This time, I took it personal. I was writting, drawing and designing a short zine as submission for an open call about body positivity.
I tried my best and I decided to get vent and talk about my process and progression as a non binary person. Trans allegory ✨
Thanks for watching!
(@maia_s.art)
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tombfriend · 1 year
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leftover bits and pieces from a zine workshop I did
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thesperience · 1 year
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One of the many perks of supporting us on Patreon: you get access to EVERY zine in our library! We have three available for supporters to download, and many more will be available for monthly supporters!
Our newest zine is: "Big Boy, Big Feelings" by @jasonlarock
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pumpacti0n · 3 months
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reaganassassination · 2 years
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take back your power from those who would destroy you: excerpts from a zine on body image
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pointsfortrying · 6 months
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Incredibly pissed off wondering if i should sleep or video game
#rye rants#vent#if my body doesnt decide for me <- running on fumes fr#slept a grand total of. an involuntary 2 hour nap in the past 3 days#talking to the communications professor ab palestinian lives was a level of frustrating i thought only possible when talking to my dad#no but why does he argue so much like my dad (smnth smnth. superiority complex in middle age men in positions of power over you)#like my brother in christ you come to a student giving out 100 god damn zines that they researched made printed cut and folded#in support of palestine holding a god damn visualizer of murdered palestinians#and you think??? I'd listen??? to you?? about israel????#like girl! huff and walk away like the god damn clown you are#I've made it Perfectly clear multiple times that i give respect to those who haven't lost it and god damn#you lost it the second you opened your mouth with 'well but'#like#I've made it perfectly clear im ready to drop out of this fucking shitty university for its support of 'israel'#you think i wouldn't talk shit to your face?#even if i did want to stay I'd still talk shit#i am very clear about what i think and feel#if you couldn't tell i wasn't budging from my stance than that's fully on you#just. god.#even beyond that#seeing ppl walk out of that room was so. incredibly disheartening#im going to. try and see what i can do to continue raising awareness regarding palestine#already been putting up posters without permission but just. argh#i Know so many ppl here are in support of Palestine but its also just feels so#frustrating like#<- they live in a bubble/echo chamber with friends who share their thoughts regarding matters and can never#fully prepare themselves for when they walk out of said bubble#i feel physically sick staying in the school building for too long professor allowed me to take the last of this semester's classes#which im glad for but just. god god. this fucking world we live in fr#from the river to the sea palestine will be free
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[ID: Two primarily pink Guest Contributor Spotlight graphics. The first image has a profile picture framed by roses. It holds a drawn cartoony headshot of the creator's sona, a brownskinned person with thick black hair, droopy eyes, and fangs. Their expression is a mixture of tired and mischievous. There is text that reads "Kae, They/Them, and Artist." Next to the tumblr icon is "@/pcktknife." Next to the twitter icon is "@/pcktknife." There is a pink box that reads "Um, I'm a big fan of pink, big fan of girls, big fan of girls that are pink... Needless to say: I luv Mitsuri." At the bottom, there is a thin pink ribbon with links to the twitter (BPMitsuriZine) and tumblr (bodypositivemitsurizine). The second image has the creator's best work. In the corner, Mitsuri Kanroji is holding a big dango stick over her shoulder. At the bottom, there is a thin pink ribbon with links to the twitter (BPMitsuriZine) and tumblr (bodypositivemitsurizine). The creator's best work is a cropped fullbody of Callie from Splatoon, in her Splatoon 2 outfit. The multicolored neon background makes her appear as if she's moving languidly to the bottom left. Her shades are coming off of her face, and her squid hair is flowing behind her. End ID.]
♡ GUEST CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT - KAE ♡
[Plain Text: Guest Contributor Spotlight - Kae.]
Please welcome @pcktknife to the zine team!
(Contributor Applications are open until December 25!)
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hyolks · 1 year
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my piece for the Body Positivity Mitsuri Zine @bodypositivemitsurizine!! I had a blast making this, and I am so in love with how the whole zine turned out!! :")
you can check it out [here], where theres the whole zine, a tutorial on printing it out, and even IDs!! ✨✨ go check it out yall!!!
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olderthannetfic · 7 months
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You've encountered site changes over time as a fan elder, what do you make of Tumblr potentially being put out to pasture? Tumblr was my coming of age fan site, and im looking for advice to transition to the next thing with grace and less bitterness than I feel now.
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Ahaha. God, you should have heard the howling about LJ. "Fandom is over!" "Never again shall we dwell in fandom's True Home!" etc.
Hell, this endless "only LJ was good" crap turns up in replies here on posts where I as OP have very clearly laid out why that's rose colored glasses nonsense and you can so make friends on tumblr, have a conversation on tumblr, etc.
I had my crabby phase about this during the transition from Yahoo Groups to LJ. A lot of the real olds had it over paper zines and the transition to the internet.
I don't know if reading these hilariously samey old posts would help. It does give perspective, I think.
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As for what you should do, do what I did with Tumblr:
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Look around to identify the Next Thing fandom is going to camp out on.
It may take a few guesses and some time to figure this out. You will likely not be an early adopter. Fandom was well established here by the time I joined at the end of 2010. Of course, by now, all those 2009 and before accounts are long gone, but at the time, I was a n00b joining other people's space despite having been in fandom for ages.
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Don't expect to enjoy it
I didn't join tumblr because I liked it. In fact, I despised it. I kept right on despising it until a brief stint in Sherlock fandom, a fandom that was so active here at the time that I was able to finally see the good aspects of the site's structure and features.
This is the mistake a lot of people make. They give things a cursory try, don't enjoy them, and go "not for me", forgetting that the last site also had a steep learning curve that was either difficult or that they didn't notice because they were in a different phase of their life.
Bitterness and grief are, frankly, an inherent part of the process. You can try not to be a debbie downer in your public comments, but you can't just not feel those things during the awkward part of the transition. Sometimes, acting positive and cutting off excessively negative thoughts can make you feel less negative overall, but it doesn't happen immediately.
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Accept that feeling cranky and old is both a you problem and a state of mind, not a property of the new site
Relatedly, the way we remember fandom platform X feeling usually has more to do with us being in college with fandom friends down the hall or having discovered Our People for the first time or some other time when we had a lot of energy and positive emotions. Often, we were in the throes of a first or new fandom love too, probably for some megafandom that other people also cared about at the same time.
When fandom is leaving some site, there's a grieving process anyway, but we're also often in a worse part of our lives for starting new things. We're busy. We're tired. We're between fandoms. We feel like we already paid our dues to build up our community. Why should we have to start again?
But let me tell you, you always need to start again eventually. I go to a weekly vidders' zoom chat, and a lot of the people in there are old as balls, including Kandy, the person who invented vidding back in the 70s. She's a lot of decades and a few cancers in, and she had to relearn how to vid on a computer after transitioning from slideshows to VCR vidding back in the day. If bad health, platform changes, and dead friends were going to stop her, she'd be long gone.
It's like sharks: you stop swimming, you die.
This isn't just about fandom, obviously. It's about avoiding a midlife crisis and, later, about avoiding feeling emotionally geriatric even when your body is falling apart.
Change gets us all, but being mentally old is a choice. The real reason I gave tumblr such a try was that I had been so resistant to getting on LJ. I was 20. Even a year later, it was fucking embarrassing to have been a crotchety old hag as a college student. I promised myself I'd soldier through the next change instead of dragging my feet about it. And it totally worked in the end! But boy did it not make the transition any less unpleasant emotionally!
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Find your joy
As is obvious from the above, the vast majority of the problem is just emotions. Fandom has been on a million broken sites with shitty features. We go where the people are, regardless of whether it has the technological aspects we liked at the last place. The actual shape of that platform is largely irrelevant.
What does matter is whether we as an individual fan are still excited and happy about something. I was between fandoms recently and went looking around for BL series I hadn't watched yet. People kept suggesting things set in the present day with too-cheesy production values and too many banal schoolboys in modern day settings without even anything spicy going on. I realized that the BL/danmei scene wasn't really cutting it for me and I should go for production values and genre and non-canon ships. You probably scrolled annoyedly past the picspams that resulted.
(Of course, hilariously, someone has now shown me the trailer of Red Peafowl, so someone may be making BL that feels like it's for me after all. Look at all that badwrong and very dark color grading.)
When you're in a good place emotionally, it's a hell of a lot easier to weather any change, and when you have a new fandom, it's a lot easier to connect with other fans.
A lot of people wait around for lightning to strike twice. They found their first fandom by accident, and they expect it to happen seamlessly again. For me, it's far more productive to brute force it: collect up a big list of what's popular or what's new and go through it till you find things you might like, then try them all.
And part of this, obviously, is not waiting for other fans to make the party happen. The more you need to join something other people are already doing, the less choice you'll have in fandoms or in platforms. If you aren't picky and just go where the tropey longfic is, that can work, but even then, favorite authors disappear or go to fandoms you hate and former megafandoms dry up. If you're the one bringing the party, it's a lot easier to find a new fandom or platform or community to have fun in.
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afewproblems · 8 months
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Season Two Halloween AU Part Eight
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Part Seven
Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...
As always, thank you thank you to the lovely Jess @strangersteddierthings for letting me brainstorm and send spoilers!
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Eddie pulls gently on the strap of Dustin's safety goggles, trying as much as he can not to snag his curls in the process.
Almost everyone is decked out in their make-shift protective gear, with bandanas over their mouths, swim goggles --hell, even an old diving mask that Lucas found in the Byers basement. Mike won the painters mask, even though it's slightly too big on his little face.
When Eddie asks if all of this is really necessary, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike all glare ferociously at him before shouting over top of one another about how the Upside Down is toxic and that Will had been lucky last year, and to stop being an idiot. 
Eddie looks to Max who shrugs and pulls down her own swimming goggles over her eyes.
"Don't look at me, I'm new here remember?" She mutters, walking towards the pile of various items the kids brought with them. She grabs a pair of rubber gloves and tosses them at Eddie who manages to catch one while the other falls limply into the dirt.
"They went in full body suits last year, on oxygen, to save Will," Dustin adds, his voice slightly muffled by the floral scarf wrapped around his face, "as little exposed skin as you can, it isn't safe".
Eddie can't help but picture the last Sci-Fi pulp story he read in a zine with government conspiracies and men in yellow suits investigating supposed 'crash sites' in the desert. 
He shivers and pulls his own black bandana from his back pocket to put on.
Steve hasn't moved since they parked and hauled everything out of the van for their descent.
He sits in the sliding side door of the van with his head between his knees and the bat between his hands. Steve had insisted on coming with them, despite the fact that he'd only just managed to stop vomiting about five minutes ago and the nausea is still kicking his ass.
Stubborn idiot.
Eddie shakes his head as he turns back to Dustin to find the kid has wandered closer, standing right beside him now.
"He's dating Nancy," Dustin says quietly, tipping his head towards Steve as surreptitiously as he can.
Eddie freezes at the words and tries to keep his face blank in the way he's seen Steve do, he's not sure he's managed it but the way Dustin rolls his eyes. 
Eddie opens his mouth to respond, with what he isn't sure of given the chorus of shitshitshitshitshit playing on a loop in his head. 
Dustin beats him to it.
"But Mike told me they've been fighting lately, if it helps?" 
Eddie just stares, his mind running a mile a minute, his eyes search Dustin's face for any hint of malice or disgust. But there's nothing.
"You don't…care?" Eddie says slowly, softly, he looks around to the other kids to see if anyone else is listening.
They all continue to argue and bicker over the equipment  except for Max who has walked over to Steve to hand him a pair of rubber gloves. She leans down and tilts her head to look at Steve who still hasn't moved from his position in the van door. 
Dustin shrugs, "why should I? I know what people say about it, but you protected us, you stayed," he looks at Eddie with fierce blue eyes, "bullies talk a lot of shit about other people for what they like".
"And you're not bad Eddie, you're good, just like everyone here". 
Eddie blinks trying to ignore the tightness in his chest at the words and the sting behind his eyes. 
'You're a good kid Ed, that's all that matters,' Wayne had told him the day he came out. 'And I'll love you no matter what'.
So that was at least two people who didn't think he was the town 'freak' -- but a stubborn image of Steve's expression that night by the pool comes to mind as he vehemently argued against being scared of Eddie during the now infamous Halloween party.
Three people then.
"If it helps, he wouldn't shut up about Dallas after he and Nance watched the Outsiders last year so," Dustin shrugs again, this time with the slightest teasing grin. 
Eddie is overcome with such a strong feeling of fondness for the kid that he reaches out and pulls Dustin into a one armed hug that's really more of a headlock than anything else. Eddie takes off Dustin's hat to ruffle his hair before putting it back on and tugging it down over the kids eyes, he snorts at the squawk that Dustin makes in response.
"Dallas huh?" he says with a grin before clearing his throat, "I've always been more partial to a pretty boy myself". 
He laughs as Dustin pushes him off muttering under his breath, "everyone's obsessed with relationships," which only makes Eddie laugh harder. 
Maybe it's the hysteria of the situation, maybe it's the exhaustion loosely wrapping itself around his hands, but in this moment Eddie lets himself push away why they are standing in the middle of this field in the pitch dark, and lets himself reach out for what was previously impossible.
He claps Dustin on the back and tips his head towards the rest of the party getting ready. 
"How distracting can you be?" Eddie asks in a low conspiratorial voice.
Dustin frowns, his eyes dart from where Max is struggling to pull on a second blue rubber glove after getting the first one on to where Steve is finally managing to sit up in the van, pulling on the gloves Max left him with, and rolls his eyes again.
"Yeah, yeah, you get five minutes," Dustin drops his voice slightly, and if it's an imitation of Eddie barking orders at the kids earlier, it's pretty good actually. 
Eddie huffs and sends Dustin a wink before turning on his heel and making his way to the van.
Steve has managed to finally sit up properly and in the moonlight it appears that the green caste to his face is also gone. He looks up as Eddie approaches, and sends him a wane smile. 
"How you feeling?" Eddie says softly. He crouches down on the balls of his feet so he and Steve are at eye level and reaches out for his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. It's as though a dam has burst ever since he was able to gather Steve in his arms in the van, he can't stop reaching out for him. 
"Like my head has a pulse," Steve answers after a moment, "kinda how it felt after Jon cleaned my clock last year, but worse". 
He shrugs and gives Eddie a small smile that stretches his split lip until a small bead of red appears, Steve winces and swipes his hand over the cut, "I'm kinda hoping it doesn't become a yearly thing, you only get so many concussions ya know?" 
No Eddie doesn’t know, but he was also never a jock, dodging elbows, or balls, or apparently monsters in the woods on the regular.
He looks back at the kids, only to see Dustin pointing at the watch on his wrist; even in the dark Eddie can read Dustin's expression.
Hurry up.
Eddie swallows roughly and turns back to Steve, who doesn't move his gaze quickly enough to hide his own stare.
The wistful pinch of Steve's brow is still there, plain as day, and it cements Eddie's decision.
He leans closer, close enough that his nose is nearly touching Steve's own.
"I need to tell you something, and I need you to let me get through it because we don't have a lot of time, okay?" 
Steve blinks once, his wide hazel eyes search Eddie's face as he slowly nods, his mouth opens but Eddie reaches up and presses his palm to gently cover it.
"You caught me off guard before," he whispers quickly, before Steve can move the hand on his mouth, "when you told me about your Nonna". 
He sees Steve's eyes go even wider and feels him freeze under his hand, but he has to keep going. 
"And I thought, you couldn't possibly be saying what I thought you'd were saying, I couldn't--"
Eddie forces himself to meet Steve's gaze this time, as though he could simply transfer his thoughts directly, save himself the embarrassment of trying to make the words come.
He takes a deep breath in, releasing it slowly through his nose.
"I couldn't let myself hope, not then".
"But when I thought you were dead on the floor, that Billy had broken you into a million pieces and we would never be able to put you back together again and I realized," Eddie moves his hand now, letting it travel along Steve's jaw, to the back of his head. He swipes his thumb along the crest of Steve's cheekbone and tries not to let the way the other man holds his breath deter him.
"That I might not get another chance to be that person your Nonna told you about, if I didn't tell you how I felt". 
Steve blinks again and Eddie halts, letting go of Steve completely as he watches the wide hazel eyes grow shiny in the moonlight. 
Oh fuck.
Steve's nose flares slightly with how rapidly he's breathing and his mouth opens and closes in quick succession as he seems to struggle to find the words to respond.
"I--"
"Steve! Eddie!" Mike calls out from behind them, "we are running out of time! Let's go!" 
Eddie curses under his breath and whirls around; Mike stands at the edge of the cavern, his hands on his hips in a similar position to one Steve held earlier, the painter's mask pulled up to reveal the irritated frown on his face.
Dustin has his own face in his hand but looks up soon enough to offer Eddie a resigned shrug.
He catches Max watching the exchange with curious eyes, her face tilting between Eddie, Dustin, Mike, and Steve, but he can't think about that now. 
Not with Steve pushing himself up from the van on unsteady legs, he brushes past Eddie, reaching up with a shaking hand to pinch his nose. 
Eddie darts a hand out to catch Steve's elbow, halting his path.
Steve lets him.
Eddie takes a step closer, wracking his brain, trying to figure out what he could have said to make Steve so upset, had he read him wrong after all, had he overstepped somehow?
"Steve," he says softly, his grip on Steve's elbow is loose but steady as he pulls him closer.
Steve doesn't turn to look at Eddie but he doesn't move away either.
"What the hell is the hold up assholes!" Mike barks out again and Eddie lets himself throw a dirty glare at the kid, which Mike merely rolls his eyes at. 
The attitude on these kids.
Mike does eventually turn, pulled by Dustin, back to the rope that Lucas is securing to the nearby fencepost, hopefully distracted for long enough to let Eddie figure this out. 
But before he can say anything, Steve is pulling himself away from the grip on his elbow, “Eddie--”
"Please,” the word falls out of his mouth, desperate, louder than he wants, “please Steve, just, promise me we'll talk”.
Steve turns his face slightly, just enough that Eddie knows he sees him. 
His eyes are no longer wet, but still red rimmed, his nose slightly pink, the same way he looked that night at the halloween party sitting on that rock in the dark. 
“Okay,” Steve whispers into the night air, quickly and quietly before he presses forward. 
Eddie lets him go, his empty hand drops limply at his side as he watches Steve make his way back to the kids. He snatches an unused pair of goggles from the nearly empty pile on the ground and checks the post where Lucas had secured the rope. 
Eddie watches from the sidelines as Steve seamlessly moves back into Babysitter mode, and while some part of Eddie is relieved at this, he can’t help but miss the way it felt to hold Steve, to put him back together again. 
Even if it was just for a moment.
Part Nine Now Up!
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anicedoomsday · 8 months
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Aziraphale cannot find his voice, so he merely nods and presses the back of his heels to Crowley’s ass. “What should I call you?” “Oh well, you may call me alpha,” Crowley says with a smirk and Aziraphale moans when clever fingers grab the plug and pull it out just a little. “And what about you? Do you prefer me to call you angel,” Crowley says, eyes staring down between Aziraphale’s legs, presumably watching slick trickle all over the duvet. He feels his face burn at the thought, but that only makes him gush more. “Or are you my needy, little omega-” Crowley pulls out the plug completely at those words and Aziraphale is grateful he’s already lying down. He moans and uses his elbows to raise his body so he can get a little closer. “Omega, your omega, I need-” he begs, his heat taking control of his body at last. “Alpha, please.” “Oh sweetheart, you are perfect,” Crowley coos. “I cannot decide where to start, I mean, look at you-” And Aziraphale does. The position is a bit tricky and he does wonder if he will get a crick in his neck the following day, but what matters is watching as Crowley explores his body, golden eyes and lean fingers mapping each layer of soft flesh.
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Here's a (horny) snippet from the story I wrote for @aivelin's gorgeous artwork, both available in all their glory @ 💦 GOmegaverse Fanzine Vol. 2 💦
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And you can find previews for art and fic from the other creators checking out the zine's Twitter account here💖
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