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moskafleurart · 10 months
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TBC?
I felt like this was a scene that was robbed from us somehow
I hope I haven’t butchered the Arabic expressions because I didn't find enough sources on them. ‘Ya wael’ was supposed to mean ‘oh, warrior’.
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On Instagram: part 1 and part 2
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pinkgelatin · 5 months
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Hot bubbly bath? Check. Candles? Check. Love of your life getting handsy? Hell. Yes.
Jason might not have been a huge fan of baths, but leave it to Salim to change everything about this man's life. Especially when said bath includes Salim himself already in it 🛁
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k0dster · 1 month
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I figure somebody might enjoy the animated version (slight sneak peak into a fan project I plan to make)
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Patience Jason.
USA MOTHER FUCKER OORAH!
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nightlyravens · 5 months
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We are in this together Jason (a super old project i thought i lost but i found today so rendered it out)
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kseniayahz · 1 year
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a moment of peace and tenderness for these two bc they deserve it (based on this pic)
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slasherdreamerbored · 20 days
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“You did promise me somewhere with castles when you take over the world."
Or Jason and Salim watching the sunrise
Got the urge and made quick fanart for the fantastic fic Say Nothing on AO3 by @thunderwhenhepurrs and @katzenprinz
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yoshidatommy · 7 months
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Catposting Part 1 (or "There was not a single thought behind his eyes")
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pemsha · 7 months
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save a horse ride a cowboy (later)
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deadlilmoon · 2 years
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Happy 1-year Anniversary! 
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anntova · 1 year
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Jalim
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moskafleurart · 11 months
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“[...] but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for”
- Richard Siken
Find it on twitter and instagram
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pinkgelatin · 11 months
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Sometimes you just gotta chill on your own porch with the love of your life. Add some steaming tea in your favorite mug, pj's and a blanket, and the evening becomes a perfect way to wind down.
Simple pleasures are the best ❤
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k0dster · 1 month
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I know basically no one has played kentucky route zero but my ideas are endless and the house of ashes fandom isn't dead yet so here.
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Have Jason and salim in the Kentucky route zero art style bc my interests have overlapped into my desperate attempts at art
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Close ups bc I love them
Anyways kentucky route zero is a great game plz play it
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I just finished my replay of House of Ashes and HOW DARE JASON AND SALIM NOT BE CANON- LIKE?? HAVE YOU HEARD THEIR VOICE LINES??? HOW THEY ACT AROUND EACH OTHER????
Salim: Stay close.
Jason: I ain't going nowhere.
Salim: Oh, so now you want to talk?
Jason: I was wrong to judge you...
Salim: Jason! *proceeds to spear a vampire like a badass for Jason*
Jason: Did you seriously just throw that thing at me?
Salim: I did :D
Salim: Oorah?
Jason: *Smiles and nods in approval*
Salim: Oorah! :D
I could go all day I love them
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writtenjewels · 1 month
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Fussy
A piercing wail cut through the night. Oh, no, Salim thought as he stirred from his bed. The cry was nothing new to him; having a fussy baby made him used to such sounds. But it might pose a problem to the marine currently crashing on Salim's couch. Which was why Salim tried getting a babysitter for Zain while Jason was visiting. The babysitter fell through at the last minute, leaving Salim to desperately plea to Allah that his infant son might sleep through the night just this once.
Allah, it seemed, did not listen.
[It's all right, son, Daddy's here,] Salim whispered, reaching to lift his crying son from the crib. He began to gently bounce and sway, rubbing Zain's back, humming softly. Sometimes that was enough to lull his son back to sleep. This time Zain kept crying.
“Salim?” Jason's voice called to him from the living room. A moment later he heard a knock at his door. “You good in there?”
“Zain woke up,” Salim answered apologetically. “I think he's hungry.” Jason didn't respond. Salim opened the door one-handed and found the American waiting.
Jason looked like a completely different person outside of his combat gear. He wore boxer-briefs—Salim had been unconsciously picturing an American flag design and was surprised to see these were fairly plain—and a muscle shirt. His dog-tag were visible, hanging from a silver chain on his neck. Jason's brown hair was messy from his recently disturbed sleep.
Salim didn't realize he'd been staring until another wail from Zain brought him back to reality. Jason's lips moved up into a little smile. “Kid's got a pair of lungs, don't he?” he remarked.
“He's hungry,” Salim repeated. Jason nodded and flicked on a lamp so Salim could find his way to the kitchen. “Thank you,” he said. He started gathering what he needed to feed his son, trying to juggle it one-handed since Zain usually got even fussier if Salim put him down.
“Lemme hold him,” Jason offered.
“Oh, no, that's all right,” Salim assured him hastily. “I've done this a thousand times.”
“I got two empty hands, Salim. Lemme hold the kid.” Salim wanted to argue again, but he wasn't sure why. He was just so used to doing this alone. Salim relented and held out his son.
Jason was very careful in taking Zain into his arms. Salim had to correct the arm positions and how Jason supported the baby's head, and soon Zain was snug in the American's arms. Zain's cries dimmed a little as he was exchanging hands. He and Jason stared at each other, and for a moment Zain was almost calm. But then he started crying again.
“Oops. Better go make that bottle, Salim.” Jason's eyes met his and Salim felt his heart skip, his body warming. He quickly looked away to focus on preparing his son's bottle.
Salim knew all the steps by heart. After his wife left him and Zain, he taught himself very quickly how to prepare baby formula. It was a little strange doing it with both hands or without securing Zain in his baby seat. Zain had settled again and he turned to see Jason had offered his finger for the baby to latch onto. He was singing to Zain and rocking him, making Salim's heart skip again.
“What is that song?” Salim asked him.
“The Pokemon theme song,” Jason explained. “Sorry, I know it's an earworm, but it's the only kid's song I know.”
“The what theme song?”
“It's a kid's show. I used to watch it when I was gettin' high.” Salim shook his head, turning away to hide his amused smile. The bottle was soon ready. He held out his arms to take his son back but Jason asked, “Mind if I do it?”
“You want to feed him?” Salim clarified.
“Sure. Why not?”
“You're my guest. He already woke you, and--”
“Babies cry,” Jason reasoned with a shrug. “I knew what I was gettin' into.” Salim didn't know what to say. “Salim, do you know what the Marine Corps motto is?” Jason didn't wait before answering: “Semper fidelis. It's Latin. Means 'always loyal' or 'always faithful.'” Salim still said nothing, waiting to see where Jason was going with this. “You havin' a baby don't change that for me.”
Salim was still speechless. He handed over the bottle and Jason encouraged Zain to take it. Salim watched, feeling almost numb with shock. He had seen the extent of Jason's loyalty to him before, down in the catacombs. It somehow felt different here. There were no alien forces to battle, no life-or-death threats. This was ordinary, mundane, normal. This was a baby who disturbed their sleep.
“Hey, what's wrong?” Jason asked worriedly. “You okay?” Salim wiped the tears off his cheeks.
“I'm just tired,” he lied.
“Take a nap,” Jason advised. “I got this.”
“I want to stay up with you,” Salim insisted. He darted a glance at Jason, feeling suddenly shy. Seeing this man hold Zain so carefully, so gently, without a single complaint had Salim's pulse going faster.
Tonight showed him a possibility he hadn't considered. He was secretly grateful to Zain for being so fussy.
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