oh my god am i getting sick?!
i’m going to bed early (and by early i mean when it hits midnight so that i can at least say that it was actually one in the morning and not lose my staying awake past midnight cred)
You should draw d’Artagnan jerking off while wearing a dress, said Someone.
I am at times easily influenced. The barrage of smutty fic didn’t exactly hurt either.
#exorin #is an enabler #next time i will draw porthos because really #that man is making my life difficult right now
Porthos huh? (you should probably brace yourself for an upcoming inbox spam)
He doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he pushes the door to d’Artagnan’s room open and steps across the threshold- but it’s certainly not this:
d’Artagnan perched up on a high stool, one foot up on a wooden bar, legs spread with one of Constance’s best dresses hitched up to his waist.
Head tilted back, mouth parted open, breathing hard- his cheeks reddened and eyes squeezed shut, hand between his legs, fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock (full, heavy, hard, and already dripping wet).
The floorboards creak when Athos takes a slow step forward, transfixed, his pulse starting to race and blood flooding rapidly downwards.
d’Artagnan’s breath hitches when he gasps, Athos’ name falling broken and worried from his throat- he struggles to rearrange the skirts in front of him, to gain himself a little dignity.
"No." and Athos looks as startled by the sound of his own voice as d’Artagnan does, he takes another step towards the boy, "Don’t let me stop you."
or you know, maybe I’ll just sit around feeling crappy and doing nothing.
My BFF kindly scanned Tom Burke’s interview in The English Home and said I could put on Tumblr for y’all! Please let me know if it’s not legible and I’ll try and upload the scans somewhere else as higher-res.
Obviously please consider buying the magazine if you live in the UK.
i know right? i am so embarrassed by how much I legit want him to be my friend IRL.
ah yes, that’s an improvement.
can i get a show of hands of people who are super okay with me just writing nothing but d’Artagnan in a dress snippets all day?
D’Artagnan, say nothing of what happened, to the others.
You have my word.
"You are outnumbered. I have god on my side"
"I hope he’s good with a sword"
(660): He said he didnt want to choke me, I said im sorry thats a deal breaker.
there are a thousand things hilarious about this
"They could remember having often seen him smile, but had never heard him laugh."