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Shia ✨️ @shiamiko.bsky.social · 16h

Sketchtober Day 2 (In the corner of your eye, you can sometimes see someone that looks just like you.)

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rednoonsun @rednoonsun.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

The King's Jester 🍆

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

collars again but this time he's a little mediator :) #MilkyWay

Almost fullbody piece involving Siffrin, Isabeau, and Loop.

Siffrin doesn't have their cloak on but has a thick, gray collar with a little moon pendant that's buckled around their neck. The leash attached to it is stretched behind them and they're craning their head to fight against the pull, body turned away with a knee slightly raised. They're tense and also pulling harshly at a lighter colored leash that is wound tightly around their gloved hand. His face is snared in anger and frustration as he looks behind his shoulder.

The lighter leash belongs to the collar attached to Loop's neck. It has a four-pointed star pendant dangling just above their chest. They're holding the leash attached to Siffrin. There's a cocky but just as frustrated look in their eyes as they glare back at him. Their free hand is on Isa's butt, using him like a wall to steel themselves.

Isabeau is in the middle of this mess, both leashes are tied all around him, entangling his limbs in an inescapable hold. Binding him with stripes littered across his torso and going around between his legs. It has even bunched up at his neck, the thick leather somewhat choking him. His hair is tousled and his face is flushed in a mix of enjoyment and shock.

The two remain unaware as their gazes are locked onto each other in their little fight for control. Seemingly forgetting Isa was even there.

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The Fish Freak @thefishbits.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Can’t even keep it in his damn pants what a loooooooser

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The Fish Freak @thefishbits.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Woooaaggjjj Tummy bulge because I know who I am

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Shia ✨️ @shiamiko.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Sketchtober Day 1 『If you can blow all the seeds off of a dandelion in a single breath, your wish will come true.』

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Grace Kraft - ButchBlueBird 🔜 ASC ’26 @gracekraft.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

This is not an entry (I have a different idea in mind) but I can't let “Would Betz kiss Odile right on the mouth?” go un-drawn so...

drawing 1: Odile holds Betz chin up to look at their face. Betz is blushing, sweating, their pink threads around them form a heart. Odile smiles smugly.
Odile: Hmmm...sure

Drawing 2: Betz and Odile smooch on the mouth

Drawing 3: Odile turns and walks away, waving a hand as she goes. Betz is beside himself, blushing and freaking out
Odile: Well that was nice...bye...

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Landeg @landeg.world · 29/09/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Four Pages 13/33

Heliotrope and Sorrel stand on the threshold of her old house looking into a small but quaint hallway. An ornate light fixture hangs from the ceiling, coats and shoes line the nearest wall, mail is collecting on the floor by the mail slot, and a wilted flower drops its petals from a vase on a chest of drawers. It's dark out, but even darker inside, so the two vampires cast a long shadow, backlit save for their piercing red eyes. They pause there a moment, their faces in shadows. Sorrel, gravely: "May I come in?" Heliotrope, emotionless: "Yeah." As Sorrel speaks, different panels show rooms that can be seen through archways in the hall. "It's best not to turn the lights on. Your neighbours might get suspicious. You shouldn't have much trouble seeing." More dead house plants in a small carpeted living room. A coffee table by an old fireplace has a half-finished jigsaw puzzle with three distinct piles of pieces and more games underneath. A dining room has a hutch, bookshelf, and still cuckoo clock. On the table is a school backpack, its contents spilling out, a water bottle stood next to it. Sorrel: "Was there a room you wanted to start with?" A sofa shaped for one of the house's small bay windows, its blinds not drawn, open books scattered on its cushions. "Or we could just put a bag in each one and see what strikes you."

Sorrel puts a hand on Heliotrope's shoulder. "Poppet?" Heliotrope jumps and turns to him; she says nothing, but the curve of her brow and her wide eyes communicate that she may feel overwhelmed by the reality of her situation. Sorrel pauses before he continues, his face passive, non-judgemental. "We have all night. Or we could come back another time, if you'd like." Heliotrope turns to face forward again and frowns. "My bedroom was upstairs," she says, taking the suitcases up an L-shaped staircase at the end of the short hall. "Lead the way," Sorrel says, adjusting his own bags. Heliotrope is not reflected in the hall mirror.

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Stef @ shop open!🍒 @stefmasc.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

anybody mind if i push the boundaries of what is and isn't forbidden magic a lil tonight #witchhat #Δ帽子

drawing of olruggio hunched over, having freshly cauterized a wound shut with fire magic. heavily inspired by roy mustang. his shirt is half on, his sleeve covered in blood, his pen ready to cast something with a vengeance. qifrey's hat is tipped over behind him, its ribbon curled around olly protectively.

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Mara @reinapepiada.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

slutty Alice and a Snake hashtag his snake

pencil drawing of my OC Alice half-naked wearing latex-like fingerless gloves and toeless thigh highs, the same material covering his genitals and nipples. he's reaching up to a snake that is bigger than him, while he's just kind of floating.

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Fable @circusfable.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

I miss writing smut…… I should write porn again……… someday………

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Landeg @landeg.world · 22/09/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Four Pages 11/33

Sorrel and Heliotrope leap effortlessly across the rooftops, lit by moonlight and street lamps, Heliotrope following Sorrel's path over chimneys and fixtures. Heliotrope: "This is so fun! It's like having trampolines for feet!" Sorrel: "Aye, but keep your voice down. You've stuck enough rings on me I'm jingling like a reindeer as it is. And mind to land only where I'm landing. You don't wanna fall through someone's ceiling, 'specially when you've not been invited." H: "We have to be invited in? That's real?" S: "Truly. That's why it's a lot safer to cut around as a bat or owl or something. Now that you've got the hang of glamouring, you should learn proper shape-shifting next." H: "Please! Lake said you can turn into a bunch of stuff." S: "He's right, I'm brilliant." H, excited: "Oh! Oh! You should teach me how to turn into mist like you! That must be really handy!" Next panel focuses on the back of Sorrel's head, hair billowing as he jumps. "That's not something you want, pet. Let's worry about bats for now." Heliotrope stares at him a moment then looks away. "Okay." (Perking up) "Um, I've been wondering this for a while,but- what are your pronouns?" She points at him and he turns, startled. S: "My what?" H: "Like, he/they? She/her? Ze/zir, faeself, bun/bunself-" S: "I know what they are… he… he? He/he? I'm just a man, love. Nothing fancy." H: "That's what I thought but I didn't want to assume! You had skirts and dresses in your wardrobe."

Sorrel: "Well fashion's about the only thing worth sticking around for, and men's clothes get fucken old real quick. Still- can't fault you for asking. But for the record, it wasn't my choice to die looking like an emaciated fop." Heliotrope, deep in thought: "Is that a slur?" S: "I used to have to glamour as a woman all the time, actually- that's how I know it's not for me, hah." H, smiling: "You did? Cool! Why?" S, looking forward, expression pensive: "Because either I went out with my husband as some woman, or I went out as myself, with my good pal Roderick. Wears on you." H: "Wait - you were married? Aww!" S: "Well, not legally. Roderick passed away just before the 90s hit. Which is a real shame, 'cause he would've loved Imogen Heap." Heliotrope looks saddened. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot how old you really are…" (Panicking) "Um-! I didn't mean that in a bad way-" Sorrel, smiling: "Don't be daft! I am old! And proud of it. Sometimes, I'll even glamour m'self to look more like my real age." As he speaks he passes his hand over his face to reveal an older, wrinklier appearance with pure white hair. H (smirking): "Aren't you still like, fifty years off…?" Sorrel drops the glamour and his smile. "Wow. First of all, (hand on his chest) Gagged me. Second-" He grabs Heliotrope around the shoulders and steers her aside.

Heliotrope and Sorrel overlook a modest two-storey family home built into an incline. Sorrel: "That's the one, yeah?" Heliotrope grins and jumps down. "Yeah! Doesn't look like Mr. Biggle has thrown anything out yet… C'mon!" Sorrel smiles at her. "Keep your voice down, pet." They approach the darkened front door under a small porch. Sorrel starts to take off the bags he's wearing, saying "I'll mist under the door and open it from the inside." Heliotrope: "No need! Three, four, five from the left…" She holds a potted plant that seems to have died in the cold. In the draining dish underneath there is revealed a spare key. "Still there! My dad forgets his keys all the time." She goes to use the key in the front doorknob, but pauses. "Forgot," she corrects herself. The panel does not show her eyes but does show Sorrel glancing at her.

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mimi 🔞 [ team rub + working on cmsns 🎨] @notsoknightly.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

mat strapped to a breeding bench and being used by a centaur (rq by anon) 💦🐴 — 🔞 #nsfwart #nsfwoc | cw: #terato #teratophilia #monsterfucking

The tiny trans male prince Mattias looks up at a big centaur and blushes. The centaur asks "Little Prince, do you have business with me?" In response Mattias stutters and finally replies "Oh uh. I can give you a tour of the castle!" while thinking to himself that the centaur is so big repeatedly.

The next panel cuts to the prince tied to a breeding bench as the centaur ravages his pussy and fucks him. The centaur moans and says "Such sweet and tight hospitality little prince" Mattias simply blushes and trembles as he's filled. Mattias replies "My pleasure" as he stutters.

An x-ray view of the centaur's cock filling the prince is shown.

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Grace Kraft - ButchBlueBird 🔜 ASC ’26 @gracekraft.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

(You dream of your death, over and over...) (You feel guilty) (But you're no longer alone when you wake up from your nightmares) (You feel perhaps now when you sleep again you'll rest easy) - - - #isat #instarsandtime #instarsandtimefanart #art #isafrin

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adrienne ✨ Truth Scrapper @insertdisc5.com · 20/09/2026

that's right. you've already seen it. GLOW IN THE DARK LOOP PLUSH IS BACK!! AND NEW HOODIE AND KNITTED SWEATER ARE HERE!!! ✨✨✨ get them on @makeship.bsky.social RIGHT NOW!!! www.makeship.com/shop/creator...

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Fable @circusfable.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

The worst part about burn out is I can’t give myself more of him so instead I must listlessly pine

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Fable @circusfable.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

I miss him (pots Isabeau)…….

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feef @feefal.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

why scoliosis kinda bad tho…👀

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Grace Kraft - ButchBlueBird 🔜 ASC ’26 @gracekraft.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Odile's Grief I've been going through some grief of my own this year so I decided to channel it into a comic ft. my favorite messy old lady. Sorry Odile... - - - #isat #instarsandtime #instarsandtimefanart #art

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Landeg @landeg.world · 15/09/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Four Pages 8/33

Full-page shot of an open double front door, looking out from inside. A covered Victorian porch leads down to a brick path surrounded by rose bushes, then a tall brick fence - its sliding gate retracted - and the street. Beyond the light spilling from the foyer, everything is dark and still. Speech bubbles fill the page with no visible speakers. "Ready?" "Yep! Except I changed my mind about your boa. It's too much." "Oh, aye? If you think so. I still need all these necklaces, though?" "Yeah." "And both belts?" "Yep. It ties the theme together." "Alright, you're the boss." Some space between bubbles. "You know, we don't have to go if you don't want to." (Quickly) "You said once I could hold a glamour for two minutes-!!" "I'm not going back on it! Calm down. I'm just saying."

Sorrel Ballantyne and Heliotrope Jones stand on the threshold of the vampires' house, looking out at the dark. Sorrel is leaning on the doorframe dressed in black - a dress shirt tucked into skinny jeans with Chelsea boots, layered necklaces, and stacked rings. He has a duffel bag on one shoulder and a large tote on the other. Heliotrope is standing next to him wearing culottes and a large poncho, with her hair tied in two bushy pigtails, holding a vintage suitcase in each hand. Sorrel: "This'll be your first step into the world as the new you. Don't rush it if you're not ready." Heliotrope, puffing up, determined: "I was dead ready! Let's go get my stuff!"

Panels of just their feet show Heliotrope jumping down the porch steps while Sorrel treads behind. Heliotrope: "Ooh! Are you gonna fly me there?" Sorrel: "Sorry, love. What I do is more like- floating. Couldn't carry more than could fit in my pocket." Heliotrope: "Aw, that's not nearly as cool." Sorrel: "I won't argue with you there." Their feet move on to a sidewalk in a suburban area. Their dialogue implies that they are in the middle of a conversation. Heliotrope: "… But honestly I don't think either of them were that nice to her. She should've married Alice, she was the coolest one. Oh! Are there any other vampires in Seattle?" Sorrel: "Oh, loads. Not all of 'em are nice but. I'll introduce you to some of the cool ones if y'want." H: "Yes please!" S: "Alright, but don't hold your breath, we tend to lose track of time. (Aside) Y'know I thought the dad was good looking-" The scene transitions to them walking past a narrow dark alley between two homes. S: "But how does Hemera get back to the fairy realm?" H: "Because of her mom's fairy blood! She learns she can open the portal whenever she wants." S: "Well she's a clever girl." The dialogue shifts back into focus. "Alright, I think this place will do, nice an' discreet. Anyone coming, Bonny?" H: "Nope!" S: "Brilliant. Right - you're stronger now, y'know that. But you're not gonna be crushing anyone's hand instead of shaking it, like. You just gotta learn to surpass limits that aren't there any more." His rising hand illustrates this change. "So what you do is bend your knees-" He and Heliotrope squat in the alleyway- "And think of the biggest jump y'ever did in your life, then times it by three. Alright?" H: "Alright!" S: "On three- one, two-"

The two vampires leap so high vertically that they clear all the rooftops in the surrounding suburb, though Heliotrope has easily jumped twice as high as Sorrel, a tiny stick figure against the night's sky. She boggles down at the rooftops below her, bursting into laughter. Sorrel calls up to her, bemused: "That was more than three times!" Heliotrope: "Wow! Wow!! Whee!" An empty panel shows only speech bubbles: "Wait- how do I land!?" Sorrel: "Bend your knees! Let's try again-" [THUMP]

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

bluesky hates me................... testing this post to see if the pics work this time ... #MilkyWay

We're looking between Siffrin's legs as they're wearing a sexy nurse costume. Isabeau's in the middle of the composition, wearing a patient's robe that's barely hiding his boner.

Siffrin is in a sexy nurse's outfit with a syringe in hand while straddling Isa. Isabeau is their overexcited patient.

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Grace Kraft - ButchBlueBird 🔜 ASC ’26 @gracekraft.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

almost done with this comic… enjoy maybe my most devastated flashback Isabeau…

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

nudes.. (modern au of sorts because of the phones lol) #MilkyWay

Very messy doodle of Isabeau posing for a nude he's sending to Siffrin. His expression is that of a bashful excitement. He's pulling his sweater over his chest to show off his hairy tits and armpits. The other hand is stretching the waistband of his pants, revealing that he's not wearing any underwear and you get to see his pussy.

Perspective change to see what Isabeau is looking at. Odile was actually taking the picture for him using a phone held in one hand, thumb up with a determined glint in her eyes. Isabeau is also flashing a grateful thumb up at her, a small heart symbol next to his face.

Siffrin trying to snap a picture of himself to send back to Isa. His hand is outstretched to hold the edges of the image as he's holding his own phone. Their other hand is raised to their side in a closed fist as they don't know how to pose with it. His face is flushed dark, uncertain furrow to his brow as his mouth curls into a wobbly smile. Sweat droops from his face as question marks are doodled around his face. Their sweater and pants are shifted slightly to show their small, half-hard dick.

Isabeau's reaction to the nude that was previously described. It's a chibi doodle of a very flustered Isa, eyes as big as half his face. Smoke is billowing from his head into a big cloud above him. His hands gripped around his phone are leaving a small crack from how strong he's holding it. Next to him is an even simpler doodle in lower opacity. He's crying profusely with his mouth wide open, hands bunched up under his face with the text saying "I'M SOOO FUCKING LUCKY!!"

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

isafrin trying to drag loop into their shenanigans #MilkyWay

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

cw: dubcon Wet dreams.. a bit of a continuation to my demiace Sif saga #MilkyWay

Siffrin is grinding against Isabeau's ass, deep in their wet dream.

Isabeau is stuck in place but he's getting increasingly flustered. He's listening to their groaning as he lets it happen. The text above his head in the second panel says "Their hand.. is moving so much closer to my..."

The next day. Siffrin is gently asking Isa "Y... you ok? Did you sleep bad?? This is your 4th coffee.." and Isabeau is very tiredly saying "I slept GREAT. I'mmm FINE."

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Basil 🌱 @basil-mage.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

Suicide prevention month and C-ptsd awareness month 🧵

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yue @ilyues.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

my brim hat coco x knights moralis agott #witchhatatelier #Δ帽子 #arkco

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Landeg @landeg.world · 08/09/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Four Pages 4/33

"Silver & Iron: Part Four, by Landeg." A candle sits on a tray of surgical instruments casting a green light. Clemence Lovell, wearing a lab coat over his clothes, looms over the dead body of a woman lying on an autopsy slab. The woman is white, freckled, has curly hair and round cheeks; mostly covered by a sheet, but with a hint of autopsy scars. On her chest lies a charm bracelet that includes a butterfly charm. Clemence looks indifferent. In one hand he has a clipboard, with the other he holds a wand-like object out over the woman's body. Inter-cut panels show a simple voice memo recorder and a small cauldron bubbling over a Bunsen burner. The cauldron is loosing green fumes that fill the space. Clemence: "I seek the audience of Mrs. Claire Jones, wife of Frederick Jones, mother of Heliotrope Jones, tethered to this world by blood and gold. I offer the favours of our moon and our soil. I beg only answers. A truth for a truth, so split the tongue from my lips."

Clemence snaps the "wand" - a twig, grown around two gemstones at one end - and says, "if this pleases you, guide Mrs. Jones to my light. The favour is spent." The moment he snaps it is the moment the woman's body gasps and opens its eyes, but otherwise stays still. Clemence consults his clipboard, unfazed. "Are you able to speak?" Mrs. Jones, eyes wide and unseeing, in an unnatural text: "Yes. Where am I?" Clemence: "In a morgue in the basement of our house. Did you see what happened to your daughter on the night you died?" He discards the broken twig. Mrs. Jones: "A creature… dragged her away… is Fred hurt?" Clemence: "He's dead. Did you see what happened to her after that?" Mrs. Jones: "We followed… the creature… startled… threw her aside… and came for us… is Heliotrope dead?"

Clemence: "We don't know. Did you see her move at all before you died?" Mrs. Jones: "No. Where is my daughter?" Clemence: "We don't know. Did anything or anyone take her?" Mrs. Jones: "Where is my daughter?" Clemence: "We don't know. Mrs. Jones, did you see anyone- or anything- take her before you died?" Mrs. Jones, starting to interrupt him: "Where is my daughter?" Clemence: "Mrs. Jo-" "Where is my daughter?" She repeats "where is my daughter" over and over as Clemence sighs, tossing the clipboard aside. Clemence: "Can't they at least throw in a fucking adjudicator?" He leans over the candle. "Thank you for the audience. Our party withdraws." As he blows the candle out Mrs. Jones falls silent. In the darkness it becomes apparent she is but a corpse. Maddoc Lovell unceremoniously flicks on the harsh overhead lights, illuminating himself, as he eats an apple, and Clemence, who looks annoyed. They are in a sterile laboratory environment. Taped to the wall is a child's drawing of a figure who resembles Clemence, smiling and holding a bloody saw, next to a child figure in a black dress and trench coat holding a scalpel and fairy wand. Maddoc, blithely: "That shit gives me the willies every time." Clemence: "I told you not to stay. Just like I told you this wouldn't achieve anything. You think favours are cheap or something?" Maddoc: "Ehh, you haven't burned one in a while. I'm seeing Don soon anyway, chill." Clemence: "It's not your moonlight that's being wasted!" Maddoc: "Not like you're doin' anything else with it!" (Aside) "Stingy."

Both men pass through a sliding door. Maddoc keeps eating his apple. Clemence: "Face it, the only ones who know what happened that night are our dead werewolf, a little girl who's probably rotting in some storm catchment in Tacoma, and Ashley." Maddoc swallows his bite and fiddles his tongue piercing between his teeth. "It just doesn't make any sense." Clemence, annoyed, pulling out his computer chair to sit down: "It makes perfect sense, you'd just rather pester the dead than ask Ashley a question you don't want answered. (And don't play with your nasty piercing in my lab.) He's hiding something. Mystery solved." Maddoc thinks, then gets an idea. "No, we're looking at it all wrong." Clemence shoots him an unimpressed look as Maddoc continues: "This whole time we've been assuming she's gotta be dead, because of the infection, but what if she never got bit?" Clemence pauses at that. Maddoc: "It's getting cold out. Stray goes in for a nibble - gets nothing but puffer jacket. Tosses her aside, but a kid her age can bounce back from that easy." Clemence leans back, annoyed, as Maddoc leers forward. "And now you're a scared, hurt little girl in downtown Seattle, who just watched a monster eat her parents like TV dinners. Can't go to a hospital 'cause they'll think you're crazy, couldn't go home 'cause the cops were there… but not any more." Maddoc slams the button for the door out. "You're driving, Full-eyes!" Clemence stands with a world-weary sigh.

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Landeg @landeg.world · 08/09/2026

SILVER & IRON: Part Four 🩸 New pages will be added to this thread on Wednesdays: Read the first update below! 👇

Cover art for Silver & Iron: Part Four, featuring the character Sorrel Ballantyne, a young- and androgynous-looking slender white man with narrow features, long dark hair, and a few beauty spots. He is leaning forward forcing an exaggerated perspective, his feet dangling weightlessly, reaching towards the viewer with a grin that shows long fangs. He wears skinny jeans, Chelsea boots, layered neck chains, and a shirt unbuttoned all the way to his belts. Parts of his leg and his head through his dark hair are dissolved into wisps. Sorrel's figure is cut out in white - except for his irises, which are red - against a purple backdrop, with the title and volume number stamped behind and over him; he could be interpreted as hanging off the title by one hand, as if it were a tangible object. Cover is signed "Landeg" (stylised "L N D G").

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

i love making Isa look like this #MilkyWay

Isabeau is on his knees, staring up at Siffrin with pleading eyes as they look down at him in thought. The text pointing at Isa reads "Wants to suck their dick SOOO BAD!!!"

Angel Loop and Devil Mal du Pays are both whispering "Make him beg for it."

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Sapphoenix 🔞 @sapphoenix.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Fanart for Crushing Bliss~ archiveofourown.org/works/85770426

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Sapphoenix 🔞 @sapphoenix.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Odisafrin triple spoon~

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

i like making shitty ms paint doodles from things i find online so i thought this would be kinda funny #MilkyWay

Siffrin is drunkenly rambling about their thoughts. The text is a tweet from cyberbunnydoll on twitter that says "as much as i wanna dominate a big chubby hairy man i also want him to pin me down and fuck me until i pass out from exhaustion"

Isabeau and Odile are drinking with him. Isabeau has a glass up to his face as he stares at Siffrin in pure shock. Odile is just processing this information.

Once it settles, she teases Isabeau, saying "Sounds like someone's got his work cut out for him tonight."

Isabeau jumps in his seat, the alcohol pouring from his raised shot glass as he remembers Odile was also there with him.

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unsolicited nic pics➕🕶 @greased-axel.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

happy #bottomwwweek <33333 day 2 quiet/crying and a dash of everything else #trigun #vw

pink toned drawing of wolfwood bound in vash's feathers. his hands are bound behind his back and he is getting heartily fucked. one feather is covering his mouth to keep him quiet and a single tear is formed in the corner of his eye from being sooo overstimulated

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

silly public secrets hiding under their cloak... i drew these in rapid succession for a conversation lol #MilkyWay

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Shia ✨️ @shiamiko.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

『Don't look, it's not like you understand, right?』 I made a bake no hana mv!! youtu.be/o27-w1tLdzs?... #isat #instarsandtime #instarsandtimefanart

youtu.be

Bake No Hana | In Stars And Time MV

YouTube video by Shiamiko

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

aand another one!!!!!! i doodled way too much for this little saga but this is it!!!!!! i swear!! i promise!!!

Siffrin told Odile about why he's been a bit bummed as of recent. There's two beats of silence before she asks "That's it..?"

They overthink this, assuming she knows there's more to the story.. like him getting hard again when he realized Isabeau caught him.

She simply thinks they're too obtuse.

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🔞 the ceo's secret stash @weedforgayz.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

was discussing this amongst some good friends and couldn't leave it at that .. so ... uh oh ! they're both caught with their pants down! literally!!!!!!!

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