Please Bring Back Your Fics Shlawgh Ill Die

Y'all, give me phil/dime or dave/david ideas,, send them on asks and I'll see what I do !!!

I'm open to smut, angst, fluff, anything pretty much :3

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

me when I read ellefstaine

new favorite AO3 comment dropped. short, simple, to the point. made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt.

i think about god and all the ways he has failed me. he let me be assaulted and abused and groomed. its all gods fault. he couldve prevented it if he wanted to. and i wouldnt be so disgusting and mean if he prevented it. what if god isnt real? what about all the devoted christians who never got a life outside of something that never existed? they lost every last thing they had but still had faith in nothing?? how is that fair??? and does god really punish people for killing themselves? im gonna go to hell if i just cant handle living like this?? and what if hell isnt real? will my groomers and abusers ever get the punishments they deserve? the legal system never did anything and neither does god. im on my own. i hope heaven is at least real. i hope everyone i lost at least feels the happiness they couldnt find on earth

Love collecting physical media

I am appreciative indeed cro, I’d also be nothing without @viperguy69 in fact 🤞

I’d be nothing without @theunfrgiv3n.

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

Yep

Old doodles/sketches

⋆˙⟡ painfully beautiful

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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…