At some point on the meteor Dave was running around waving a laptop yelling ‘guys i found roses old twilight femslash’ and Rose launched herself out of a vent screeching like a pterodactyl and tackled him.
after a stupid long time, i’m finally able to post my rmit grad film, for fear of little men! this thing represents 8 months of delirious work surviving off pizza shapes and academic fear alongside my friends, please enjoy
At first, the people thought him gentle and kind. Powerful. The most powerful. But soon, they learned not to be wary of his magic, but of his silver tongue and the madness therein. The Mad King slipped into existence as the sun sunk below the horizon.
Well. Two years in the making, and finally my King’s project has come to a close. Quite a ride! I enjoyed it a lot. I had thoughts to add Jeremy, so I’ll throw him up on the list in case I get an itch some day… but for now! It’s all done :) Thank you everyone!
underneath alec, magnus’s gold sheets were soft and silky to the touch, pooling between his legs as he laid back against the full pillows. across the room at one of the dressers, magnus was shirtless, boxers clinging tight to his ass and his thighs as the sound of his rings clinking echoed in the room, that same sound echoing, metal against ceramic, as his necklaces came off one by one.
the warm light was dripping down the tight muscles of his back, spilling over his spine, shadows and light playing across his shoulder blades. alec was lost for words and for breath. he was sure that they had been talking about something at some point. but conversation had petered out in favor of the honeyed light of the late evening and the little sounds of two people sharing space together.
alec pressed his lips together, breathing in slowly and then he dragged his tongue over his lower lip as he breathed out, watching as magnus turned towards him, his hip pushed against the dresser. he was staring now, eyelids heavy over his beautiful dark brown eyes and just a hint of a smile tucked into the corner of his mouth.
“are you tired?” magnus asked, his deep voice reverberating. alec contemplated it for a moment, but really he was just staring at the way the light illuminated one half of magnus’s face, the beauty spot above is eyebrow dark against his tawny skin. alec breathed in again slowly, his own eyelids drooping and he felt the question slipping out of his mind as he dragged the pads of his fingers through the hair on his chest.