I finally posted some smut, IT'S PANTERA RRAAAHHH, I recently started hyperfixating on them and I couldn't let go of this gold oportunity to write some doomed yaoi.
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Phil Anselmo/Dimebag Darrel
Summary:
Dime flopped down on the bed next to him, half on his stomach, head turned sideways as he lit what was probably their fifth joint since the encore. He took a slow drag and exhaled toward the ceiling. “Y’know... I give a mean back massage.”
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1998
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64708957
Hi, I’m Spaghetti and I’m currently 16 (November 18th), I go by they/them and I’m autistic.
𝜗𝜚 - I love making art—from drawing, to painting, to music, to writing and more. I’m a bassist and I’ve been playing for nearly 5 years now.
𝜗𝜚 - I enjoy lots of music genres, and my favorite musician ever is David Ellefson!
𝜗𝜚 - Currently really interested in renaissance art, Greek gods and seals.
I do take requests, but under the following rules:
. No incest
. Nothing related to piss, poop, vomit (kink wise, other that is not related to that, I’m fine)
. No romanticized pedophilia (nor anything ending with -philia)
𝜗𝜚 - other stuff that is nothing related to any of the above statements, I’m completely fine, as such as: smut (with/without kinks), fluff, hurt/agnst, I’m not sure if I could write murder? I could always try, and also age gaps.
( ၴႅၴ art & main: theunfrgiv3n (Instagram)
( ၴႅၴ writing: Spgheteee (ao3)
( ၴႅၴ general: theunfrgiv3n (TikTok)
My link tree for all my other socials here !
My discord is also @theunfrgiv3n !
Unfinished animation that I also posted on insta
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Let me introduce you my small shrine of David, which is composed of him and only him…
I love him sm, I can’t wait to get more magazines and posters ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ . He’s my favorite musician ever, I really hope to see him again and I’m praying to meet him ughhh…
David has a pussy yay (he’s trans)
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Dave Mustaine/David Ellefson
Summary:
Dave crouched in front of the cabinet and pulled out the small box where David kept his supplies: the vial, alcohol wipes, new needles. Everything arranged neatly, almost obsessively. It was the one thing David never fucked around with.He stripped down just enough to bare the top of his thigh and sat on the edge of the tub again. His hand shook when he passed the syringe to Dave. “Hold still,” Dave said gently.
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1985
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65147134
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