#I got carried away :') no need to match lenght

[sleetkissed]

Starter for @gemshroud 

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      𝐈𝘁 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝘀𝐢𝐚 𝘀𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝘂𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝗿𝘀𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝘀𝘂𝐟𝐟𝐞𝗿𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝗿𝐨𝐦 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐧𝐨𝘁 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝘆 𝘁𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝗿 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝘁𝐡𝐚𝘁 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝘂𝗿𝐞.      Only recently, an unmistaken squirming between her skull  &  brain made itself noticeable. For many a death sentence   —   turning into a tentacled beast within not longer than a week, yet, the sorceress  &  a small group of fellow infected had been spared of such fate. 

Days went by as both refugees  &  druids lost their patience with every passing hour. The tieflings needed help, needed to flee before the goblins would eventually raid the place. Esteri felt indifferent about the whole scheme, not wanting to have to deal with more than necessary. But finding out more about this Absolute  &  their True Souls might help get an insight over her condition. Or conditions.

Certainly, facing these creatures would take many resources, it was of highest importance they could infiltrate the camp quickly  &  precisely. Forming partnerships would clearly turn out to provide better chances of survival. And there was this man she noticed days ago   —   His expression neutral but in a most unwelcoming way, to her at least. One that could easily match the sharp judgement in her pale eyes she wore so easily.

So she strode forward, in hopes of earning herself an ally even if just for this single task, sensing a wave of self-determination he gave off.

      ❝ You there, ❞     Esteri addressed him, eyes flicking up  &  down, trying to make out more of his face as most of it was covered by a dark hood.      ❝ You make yourself look competent enough for a battle or two. I recall seeing you here quite often. Neither a druid nor a refugee, I suppose. I need allies to infiltrate the goblin camp in the west. ❞

Spoken words did not make any effort to convey pleas for help or persuasion. There was a job that had to be dealt with. 'Here are your options'.

Would he met her gaze, tadpoles would communicate inevitably. A struck, a wave, pulsating through her skull like a bitterly cold migraine, that cold sweat on her neck   —   This man was infected just like she was. The insights of her mind are foggy, too blurry to be fully revealed even to herself. There were only small chunks of memories, a past cut-off, only to be continued by waking up at the nautiloid.

   And there was blood.

The yearning for violence, grace in death, the embrace of the afterlife. Something, she had yet to figure out where this strange urge came from. If it wasn't for the sorceress' puzzling past, one could mistake it for an usual assassin's fantasies   —   the sheer fondness of having a good relationship with murder.

A silent snarl as the connection breaks, face snapping to the side, eyes heavy with judgement descent to the slightly smaller man in front of her.     ❝ Our parasites seem to have introduced us to each other already. It surely helps. I am not one for small talk. ❞

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "but i bet you didn´t , am I right? just like with lestat, you always have a weak spot for those who treats you bad so I'm not surprised you let him go." and to hell with her because he only cares for his partners, always was like that and she couldn´t help but resent that, it was just horrible to think that she was only turned to be like some kind of bandage for this messed up relationship between him and lestat, she was nothing but that at the end. "i don't trust you, i wish I could but I don´t. All I ever wanted was for you to pick me once, just once...but not even when lestat was gone so I realized too late that I was never going to be enough for you." and it was just a very sad thought for her but was something realistic at the end of the day. "so now you can go and do your life and I will do mine, you can now that you have lestat and armand here, that´s all you wanted right? well, that´s it if I don´t see them first, I might just kill them, depending on my mood." armand maybe, lestat not so much because her relationship with him was still complicated. she wanted her words to hurt louis because she couldn´t hurt him physically ever.

"i'm sorry, claudia. i- i wish i could change everything, but i can't." louis shook his head, drawing in a deep breath. "i should've listened to you. it's odd, my memory was so messed up until after i started to go over everything with daniel. armand, i thought he saved me and i was wrong. he helped to orchestrate that whole trial. he directed it and i should've killed him. i wanted to kill him." he admitted, gaze falling to the ground. "you don't have to believe me or trust me, claudia. in fact, i don't think you should. i need to work to regain that and i've accepted that. i'll do anything because i'm just happy that you're alive."

[juustozzi]

@thepinksky18 hello, and thank you sm!! <3 I hope it's okay to reply like this, I got kinda carried away with reference images..! I can try to share some things that help me with my art, hopefully they'll be of some help for you too!

when I do group pics like this, the thing I focus on the most is how everything looks and feels together! details and stuff can wait for later, first is to figure out that the overall picture works, and the characters are in balance with each other!

I'll use the Tenma horse pic you replied to as an example, will be continued under read more!

here's the sketches for the art! the very first sketch is very simple and blocky (I usually use a thick brush) to just settle everything in place and see how it all works out. the second sketch is more detailed and sometimes deviates from the first sketch a lot, if something seems to work better some other way.

depending on the complexity of the finished art, I do just these two sketches or add one more even detailed one, but the last sketch before lineart is the one I tweak the most! usually I draw characters on different layers so it's easy to select them separately and resize, fix proportions or positions, etc. to make the big picture look good to you!

here's the lineart (which could also be the 3rd sketch) compared to the previous layer. now I'm adding more details, but I still keep fixing the overall image - you can see how the lineart doesn't quite match the sketch in places: hikaru is shorter, the position of aoi's feet and tenma's hind legs are different, etc. some people like to do a very detailed sketch and practically trace their lineart over it, and if that's what feels good for you, go for it! I'm the kind to just throw lines over vague sketch and call it a day, especially with more simple drawings like this :,)

there's good tutorials and studies on bodies and proportions online already so I'm not going to even try to speak about those, but I got a few tips! I tend to do them in my mind nowadays, but I tried to draw them out for easier visualization!

I mentioned earlier how for me the main thing is that everything's balanced, right? that also inclues characters and their proportions. I think that in group pics it's more important the characters work out together, not so much if their insividual proportions are perfect. especially if there's notable differences between them - height, bulk, lenght of limbs, and so on! a few pixels here and there don't matter in the overall image, but for example with Shinsuke who is Tiny, it's important for me to really make him smaller than others.

my most used tool is a scale chart! it helps to visualize the proportions for the characters, even when they're piled up like in the example doodle, or otherwise not in a neat row on the horizon line. (again, separate layers help you tweak them individually if needed! there's no need to get them right on the first try, especially when drawing digitally when there's layers.)

if your drawing eye hasn't gotten used to proportions, the chart can also be used to make a neat little ruler to check your sketch! the rulers over the sketch are all same size, just moved around; tsurugi and shinsuke fit in pretty well, and while Tenma's torso is a little long (even when taking into accound he's a little bent from waist, which makes him even taller when straightened out), it's not by much and it wouldn't bother my eye.

and while I myself sometimes tend to be a slave for the references and get gray hair over minor details, or of some part of the anatomy is off and I can't fix it the way I want, the overall feeling and style mean a lot more! I think it's important to put some thought into the proportions especially if you feel like wanting to make progress with your art, but if it's getting too stressful or draining the joy of drawing out of you, then screw it and just have fun! (I say this as someone who has learned not from studying anatomy and stuff, but instead just. has drawn a shitton and had fun while at it. I think getting comfortable with just creating is the bigges step you can take!)

...oops, sorry if this got too long or off the rails! and yeah hopefully you (and anyone else reading all this) got something out of it!

[dcviilsh]

@tamarapureheart​ (based on this.)

By the time Kailor actually got to the letter, there has probably passed a week. Maybe even more. Being swirled into constant travels and finding time to fit in his classes when he wasn’t on the road contrbuted to the loss of time he had experienced up to the point when that same letter was shoved in between his notes and was eventually forgotten about. He wondered if the woman was still willing to meet or she had since then forgotten about it, too, when he didn’t call to arrange a meeting. The rational side of his brain insisted on him letting it go, but his curiosity wasn’t leaving him at peace. It was so rare for someone to leave such vivid memory of themselves yet somehow the woman had managed to do just that. The mere mention of her name brought back the weight on his right arm, where she used to hold him during their last encounter. Should he? Before he could answer that question, he’d already send her a message, arranging the meeting for later that day. 

It felt strange going into such meeting without Veritty. He never planned for it to be something they did together, but more like an interactive tutoring method, yet he’d quickly grown fond of the idea of spending more time with the red head. Up to the point that it felt like a betrayal to go behind her back and meet with Tamara. Still, all he wanted was to hear her out and decide whether or not her story was something that might interest him, given that the woman didn’t quite fit the profile he was usually going for. “Hi,” the professor greeted as the front door opened. “Thanks for agreeing to meet.”

[rcwanbcrdeaux-blog]

♢ Odette Delacroix (@flowerofwar )

          The fresh spring breeze had already started to blow, bringing along with that sweet flowery smell, a warmth capable of melting away the long-lasting weariness of that severe and dreadful winter. There was no need for a coat that day –– not that there had ever been any need for coats in the first place ––, a plain white t-shirt and some black jeans would be perfectly acceptable, without people on the streets turning their heads and wondering how on earth was that man not freezing to death. Usually, he would have been better dressed –– a designer jacket over an even more expensive shirt was his to-go choice of outfit –– however, he felt as though dressing up had lost its sense. As a matter of fact, it still felt as though much had lost its sense as of late. Rowan was far from well, even after a full month had passed from what had been the worst nervous breakdown of his life, henceforth, he didn't feel very motivated to do even what he considered to be the easiest task in his daily routine –– looking nice. Though it was not as if he would be seen by many... All Rowan intended, as he walked out of his apartment, was to spend some time at The Met and head to BITE Inc. for another afternoon filled with poorly-written articles that he would try to work through with the least-possible motivation and that would end up in the trash bin, before he desperately phoned Warren, begging for his help, just as it had been for the past weeks. Visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art was an automatic decision. It was nearly an instinctive reaction of his... Whenever Rowan got lost in the darkest corners of his mind and all that permeated his heart were sadness and self-doubt, he would seek refuge in art. It was like a beacon, shinning to him as he sailed through the dark night that his head could eventually become. And even if the storm didn't show signs of ceasing anytime soon, at least with art, he would be safer, on the shore. 

          Weekday mornings were the perfect timeslot to hit New York's most popular tourist spots. Especially in off-season months, the museums, the Empire State and even Lady Liberty were the least busy as the most famous attractions of the world's biggest city ever got; which meant that a mid-March Monday morning was the most ideal period a New-Yorker would find to visit those spots without having to waste hours waiting in line. And his favorite museum in the city –– The Met –– was no exception to that rule. The people inside the museum were as the marble statues of the Greek deities, silent, and solemn. All that could be heard within the concrete walls of that building were footsteps, as its visitors walked through the galleries and eventual awe-filled sighs, caused by the paintings and sculptures. A middle-eastern exhibition caught his eye. The word Jerusalem, printed in golden over a blue background hung over a colossal portal, many feet taller than him. And, as a magnet does a nail, Rowan was dragged into the room that would have been empty, if not for a tall woman, that seemed to be a member of the staff, walking around on the opposite side of the room. Rowan had very fond memories of his time in the Middle East, the lessons he had learned from being in contact with that myriad of cultures –– from ethics and morals to simple daily habits ––, of his lovers, of the friends he had made... Of the time he was still innocent; when he wasn't yet a monster... The first relic in the room was a Quran, it had been placed in a page that contained a very colorful illustration depicting the First Revelation. He was so caught up in all the colors and details, that he hadn't even noticed the woman approaching him. A vampire, he sensed. "Beautiful, isn't it?" 

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → she felt that she was wanted before, like a very happy family but slowly it wasn't like that, louis always picked lestat over her and in her eyes lestat never really cared for her or at least she didn't think so, not the way he used to treat her and that hurts, it was sad that things didn't work out, she just didn't want to be alone, that was her issue before, that's why she wanted to find more vampires, that wasn't a good thing though.

"i hope you know you deserve what happens to you." and that's what she thinks, she just needed to say that because she feels so angry and upset with him, it just hurts deep down how everything was that horrible, with some fake apologizes everyone forgave him but her? of course not, she was sentenced to death obviously. "what i did to you it's nothing compared what you did to me in all our life together, i hope you know that." her gaze was now on him. he basically forced her to stay when she didn't want to, that's when she snapped and decided to kill lestat, even if that didn't work because louis refused to burn him.

of course claudia was used to it. it was not as if lestat had been a winner of a maker for her. her creation had been a bandage for the relationship between him and louis. but even still, through all the vitriol and the hate spewed on both ends---she was still his progeny, his sister, his daughter. "of course." what else could he say to that as the guilt festered inside of him?

for a second his lips pierced together as he swallowed hard. the one thing he did not want claudia to see was weakness in him regardless what was going on. "that. among other things i am sure." it wasn't like he could fully blame her for her words. "i suppose that is only fair."

[headoverjojo]

if you haven't written that yet, could i get a scenario or headcanons (whatever you like!!) of bruno's s/o taking a nearly fatal hit for him?? i mean, if you feel extra angsty it can be fatal haha, but bittersweet is always the best--! take your time thoughh!!

Hello theeeere, honey!! Ok, I tried to do sum angst with a real bitter end, but then my last braincell bitchslapped me, declared a loud “NO” and I’m so happy it did it! So here we go with the bittersweet version~

Bruno Bucciarati’s s/o taking a nearly fatal hit for him

(Under the cut for lenght and mention of blood and wounds!)

You immediately came to Bruno’s office, when he called you. You knew that he wouldn’t ever called you, during work, just to see you, even if you were lovers since so much time. No, he called you just when he had a mission to give.

So, you entered and, as you expected, Bruno was focused on a folder. His eyes darted on you, warming up a little, and he passed you another folder. You browsed it, frowning while you read the names of the targets. A rival gang… it seemed hard.

“I’ll take you with me. Your stand could be really useful.” he said, getting up and laying the folder on his desk. You finished to study your copy, before placing it near his one, nodding. You haven’t go on mission with him since he became Caporegime, so it was a nice news. You knew really well the other’s fighting style, so you two usually formed a kick-ass duo that always managed to accomplish every single mission. This time wouldn’t be different.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, while you were in the car. You shook your head, relaxing on the seat, almost lulled by his smooth driving. You had to relax, before a mission, always, or you couldn’t be at your best. You had to be relaxed and focused.

“Not really. We’re together, so I’ve got you to cover my back. It’s… nice to be out with you again.” you said, with a small smile, lightly squeezing his hand on the gear shift. He smiled at you too, gently squeezing your hand back, before focusing again on the street.

“According to our informers, our targets usually meet in this abandoned warehouse, to sort out drugs. Three of them are stand users, the fourth is standless, so it should be easier to kill him. We’re going to attack as always, first me with Sticky Fingers, then you with your stand, ok?” he summed up, while you nodded. You knew too well this little habit of his: repeating the plan was something that calmed him down, that gave him security. He always did it, even if, sometimes, it could be a bit annoying.

“It will all go well, Bruno.” you softly said, patting his hand. He smiled at you, a bit tense, before stopping the car and turning the engine off. His hand grasped yours and he gently pulled you in a good luck kiss, caressing your cheek with his free fingers.

“I know.” he murmured, before getting out of the car, closely followed by you. You moved silent as shadows, crawling inside the signaled warehouse. You heard voices that confirmed that your informer was right: the rival gang really sorted up the drug here.

You peaked from your hiding spot, locating the enemies. One near the packages of drug, two near a pillar, the last one was smoking at safe distance from the drug. It wouldn’t have been difficult to deal with them.

You exchanged a meaningful look and a nod with Bruno, before he crawled near the man who was smoking. Suddenly, fast a light, Bruno jumped out, calling Sticky Fingers out and charging the man who even hadn’t the time to react and call his stand before Sticky Fingers punched him with a fast series of punches, screaming his iconic “Ariariariariari!” and, finally, opening so many zippers on him to literally reduce the man in pieces.

It all lasted not even a minute.

When the other two charged for Bruno, you jumped out as well, assaulting the one nearer to you. The surprise effect worked again: you ended the man in a matter of minutes.

When you lifted your gaze, Bruno was already fighting with the third enemy, dodging his hits and charging with powerful and precise punches, cornering him more and more. The other could do little to nothing against the Caporegime’s experience and ability, slowly succumbing to him.

But Bruno had just two eyes: he didn’t see the only one left crawling behind him, calling out a stand that he shouldn’t have had, cowardly charging him from behind…

You threw yourself even before you fully registered what was happening. The enemy stand hit you hard, piercing your torso, digging a deep, deep cut that slashed it diagonally from your hip to your shoulder, immediately matched on your stand. You, however, resisted, you refused to faint on spot, to die: you had to protect Bruno’s back, as he did before for you so many times, you were his partner, it was your duty…

In a daze, you saw Sticky Fingers near your own stand, finishing the man with a unusual and feral brutality. His battle cry was even sharper and angrier than usual, or, at least, it seemed so to you, but your ears were full of a low buzz, it was so annoying…

Your knees gave up and you fell, or, better, Bruno catched you in time. You felt his warm arms embracing you tight, his hands desperately trying to stop the blood that was staining your clothes and was dripping on the floor in a red pool under you. You tried to keep your eyes open, but you were so tired…

“Ehi, Y/N, ehi!! Don’t close your eyes, ok? Keep them open, like that, good… you’re strong, ok? You’ll make it, you’ll live. I know you will. Hold on, ok? Hold on, please, hold on!!” Bruno’s voice wasn’t the usual calm velvet that you liked so much, but it was broken, high pitched, desperate. You just wanted to hold him and tell him it was all ok, that you were ok, but your arms were so heavy and your head was spinning so fast…

“I’m ok, Bruno, it’s ok…” you managed to murmur, feeling dizzy and light. You didn’t even feel pain anymore…

He pressed his forehead on yours, still trying to keep you awake. Even if he had zipped your wound, you had already lost too much blood. You were so pale and weak, your breath so thin and labored, you were like a candle about to burn out…

“Please stay with me. Please, don’t leave me, hold on, you’ll be fine, Giorno will heal you…” he said, brokenly, keeping you tight on his chest. You felt some droplets fall on your cheeks and, with a big effort, you unclosed a bit your eyes, seeing, even if blurringly, his oh so blue eyes full of tears that were falling on your face.

You’ve never seen him cry, never, in many years.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N, just hold on a little more…” you felt yourself fall behind, in the dark recesses of your mind. You wanted to tell him you were sorry, that you really wanted to hold on, really, but you were so tired, you wanted to nap a little, could he wake you up, if needed? Oh, and you wanted to tell him you loved him, you loved him so much, even if you never managed to tell him those exact words, always thinking that you had all the time of the world, but time seemed to have come to an end…

Your eyes closed, as your breath slowed down, thinner and thinner. Your limbs even didn’t feel heavy anymore, you just felt so light, carried away by waves of placid darkness…

“I think I’ll sleep.” you managed to murmur, while your head plopped onto his chest. Bruno shook your limp form, his panic more and more evident and overwhelming.

“Y/N? Y/N?! Don’t close your eyes, Y/N, please, PLEASE!” you heard him scream, before darkness finally enveloped you, tearing you away from the useless pain of earthly world.

***

A faint, annoying bip disturbed you, making you frown lightly. What the hell was it…?

You groggily opened your eyes, feeling tired to the bones. Was your body always so heavy? You felt like you were knocked down by at least a hundred of cars, it was terrible…

“Y/N?” an incredulous whisper introduced itself between your bones’ pops and the annoying bips. You searched for the whisper’s source, faintly smiling when you finally met Bruno’s form, slumped on a chair near your bed. His eyes were dry, but still red and a bit puffy; dark circles marked his eyes and, in general, he seemed almost as tired as you. He seemed not to have slept for days.

“Bruno…” you murmured, your voice weak and broken. He immediately rushed at your side, squeezing your hand and frantically kissing your forehead and your cheeks, relieved beyond imagination.

“You’re finally awake, oh god, you’re awake…” he murmured, like a mantra, keeping you as close as all the flebo tubes in your arm allowed him to do so. You relied in his familiar warmth, laying your head on his shoulder, feeling at ease, at home. Even your body hurt less, now.

“I’m sorry I took so much time.” you replied, your voice muffled by the fabric of his jacket. He shook his head, keeping you safe and warm in his arms, like he didn’t want to leave you anymore.

“Don’t worry, you… you now have just to think about getting better, ok? It’ll go all well, you’ll be out of this place in days…” he said, bringing your hand to his face and kissing it, reverently, pressing his forehead on your palm. You softly passed your finger in his dark locks, massaging his scalp, with a little smile.

“I love you, Bruno, Thank you for staying here with me.” you whispered, while he watched you with amazement. It was the first time you said him that you loved him…

He gave you a watery smile, getting up to gently kiss you, caressing your cheek.

“I love you too, Y/N, even if you were so reckless. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” he murmured, with a quiet yet vibrant voice. Those must have been terrible days, you realized, for him, sitting at your side, not knowing if you ever would wake up…

“Now rest, tesoro mio. I’ll be here.” he invited you, gently, sitting at your side and gently squeezing your hand, interweaving his fingers with yours. You smiled again, closing your eyes, with a tired sigh, slowly drifting away. This time, however, you were sure you were not going anywhere: Bruno’s warm hand was your light to always come back home.

[ghostofviperwrites]

More Changes

Requested by @laziestgirlintheworld

Pairing:  Evil/FC/Sanada

Category:   Smut

Word Count:  1603

Warnings: Choking, threesome, alcohol usage, language

I know this was a request for just Evil but Sanada wanted to play as well

4.“I don’t care whether you like it or not. Just take it.” And 32. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

Continuation of Changes

Pissed off was an understatement of Evil and Sanada’s current mind frame if ever there was one.  It was a violent match and topping it off with a loss told you it was in your best interests to make yourself scarce.  Evil needed to blow off steam after a loss, so you knew to steer clear.  So, it was back to the hotel for you before they even made it to the locker room.  You knew they were going to go out and get drunk, probably get in a fight to work out their frustrations.  More than likely Sanada would pick up some woman and take her back to his room before Evil would show up ready to fuck the rest of his frustrations out with you.  

It was a routine you were familiar with by now.  Since the night Evil had shared you with Sanada things hadn’t changed.  Pretty much everything had gone back to normal the next night and there wasn’t any mention of what had occurred.  At least not to you.  You still got your Sanada hugs that made you melt and Evil still rolled his eyes at your fawning.   You would almost think you had imagined the whole encounter. 

Apparently, the routine was being broken tonight.  As soon as you got to the hotel you had hit the shower, and no sooner had you stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel than Evil and Sanada had barged through the door. 

“Oh,” You gasped stepping back as you almost got hit by the door slamming open, backing against the wall as the two men pushed inside looking furious and not nearly intoxicated enough.  You stayed silent in this unfamiliar territory as they headed straight to the bar along the wall each of them grabbing a bottle of booze and drinking straight from the bottle before turning their attention to you. 

“C’mere.”  Evil demanded, and you immediately complied, knowing better than to test him when he was in this kind of mood.  He pulled you to his body, hand reaching under your towel to grab your ass. 

“What…what are you guys doing back soon?”  You asked.  “I thought you’d be out for at least a few hours.” 

“Changed our minds.   Decided we would rather come play with you.  Keep us from killing some Young Buck fans who don’t know how to shut up.”  Evil said.  “You ran away so quickly after the match, what’s the matter sweetheart?  Not enough choking in this match to get your motor running?”  Evil nipped at your earlobe before shoving you towards Sanada who caught you in his arms and brought your back to his chest, ripping your towel off in the process. 

“When we won the titles, you got all hot and bothered when I got choked.”  Sanada hissed in your ear as he grabbed a handful of your wet hair and twisted it in his fist.  Pulling your head to the side Sanada bit into your neck making you whimper.  “This time I got thrown through a table.  You find that sexy? Does that turn you on?”  Sanada snapped as you shook your head against his chest.  “I thought you got off on my pain?”

You stayed silent knowing there was no right answer to his queries; simply staying still in his hold as Evil approached and put his hand around your throat giving it a slow squeeze that gradually robbed you of your breath.  You could feel Sanada’s cock growing hard against you as he dropped his hand to your pussy, rubbing his fingers along your slit as you tried to keep calm in Evil’s grip. 

Sanada kicked your legs apart before plunging his fingers inside you as Evil grabbed your nipple and tugged at it.  You whimpered struggling to get any breath through you nose as the hand on your throat tightened further.  You looked at Evil with begging eyes that quickly closed in pleasure as Sanada fucked you with his long fingers.

Suddenly they both stepped away from you making you fall to your knees as you sucked in air.  You watched their every movement as both men slowly stripped, Sanada taking another deep swig from his bottle as he approached you then held the bottle to your lips.  You hurriedly opened as he poured the burning liquid into your mouth, gagging as you tried to swallow while he poured too quickly for you to keep up, the amber alcohol dripping down your body. 

“Suck me.”  Sanada demanded pulling your head towards his cock as he poured whisky over it.  You opened obediently taking his cock in your mouth and sucking him hard, licking the taste off his cock as he entered your throat.  Pulling you off him he once again poured whisky down your throat then shoved his dick back in as the liquid burned down your throat.  Tears stung your eyes as you tried to breathe around Sanada, holding onto his hips as he repeatedly rammed his cock into your throat. 

“I don’t care whether you like it or not. Just take it.” Sanada growled when you struggled to pull off in a desperate attempt for air.  His hand held the back of your head keeping himself buried in your throat before he pulled out leaving you heaving in deep breaths. 

You almost forgot about Evil until his body pressed into yours as he knelt behind you, his thick fingers parting your folds and rubbing your clit.  

“Your cunt is dripping baby, I think you like the way we’re treating you.” Evil chuckled in your ear as he plunged three fingers into your pussy making you cry at the intrusion around Sanada’s dick.   Evil kissed down your neck, pushing your hair out of the way to expose what he wanted to attack, his tongue and teeth making a path of marks in his wake.   You whimpered needily around Sanada pushing your hips down to meet Evil’s movements as you tried to keep pace with Sanada’s use of your throat.

You felt heady caught between the two men taking their aggressions out on you, torn between panic and passion as their brutality had you moaning and whimpering.   Finally, Sanada stepped back from you, Evil pulling you to your feet with him and pushing you towards the bed, his fingers continuing to thrust inside you as he walked you to where Sanada was waiting.   You whined in protest when he pulled free, pushing you onto Sanada’s lap.  

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”  Evil groaned as he approached the bed.  “You’re so sexy when you’re all needy.” 

Sanada pulled you onto his cock facing you towards Evil who wasted no time pulling your mouth down to his lenght.   Sanada thrust into you pushing you down onto Evil whose hands each grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled your lips flush with his body.  You gagged as he intruded in your throat, drooling as he fucked your mouth.    You cried out around Evil’s cock as one of Sanada’s hands found your nipples and the other reached to rub at your clit.   You were lost in the sensations they were creating as Evil robbed you of breath with each thrust holding in place until you were looking up at him with pleading eyes.  Only then would he pull of to let you gasp in air before thrusting in once again.  

Your orgasm took you by surprise, ripping through you as Sanada rubb3ed at your clit, your cunt shuddering around his cock while you rode him.   With a satisfied grunt Sanada returned his hands to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded relentlessly into you until he stilled filling your pussy with his seed.

With a grant of his own, Evil shoved his cock into your throat a final time, jerking against your lips as he came, the salty liquid pouring down your throat as Evil grunted above you.   When they were both done Sanada pushed you off his cock and rose from the bed retrieving his bottle and taking several more drinks as he stared at you laying on the bed where Evil left you as he hunted down his own bottle. 

You stared at the two of them standing there looking at you, taking slow pulls from their liquor.  You shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny wondering what was going on in their minds as they seemed to carry on some time of silent conversation. 

“We’re not done with you yet.”  Evil finally spoke.  “Go clean up.  Come back and get on all fours in the middle of the bed.”  

“What are you going to do?” You couldn’t help but ask, wincing as he glared at you. 

‘Whatever it was just got a lot worse.” Evil responded.  “Now go do what I told you to before I get upset with you.” 

Deciding it was in your best interests not to continue pushing your luck, you hurried into the bathroom hearing their low laughter as you closed the door.  Dread and anticipation began coursing through you as you turned on the shower.  You couldn’t imagine what was going to happen when you returned to that bed, but you had a feeling it was gonna be a hell of a night. 

[k4nill]

ROTTMNT: Human AU, some design HCs and random HC

@bootyyshaker9000 This is so long i'm so sorry i just gonna make a post about it i don't wanna flow your dms or anything, so I wrote this down in paper and in spanish so forgive me if my english is shitty and it took so damn long, btw HI!!!~ How you doing honey?

My Heart Ache a Lot (cuzhessopreciousicantbrah)

~ My son Mikey I can't let anybody hurt you. (Btw, Leon call him Miguelito). He struggles a little with puberty, mostly with ocasional acne. His brothers constantly remind him of being careful to not get scars from pinching the pimples obsessively.

~ MIXED BRAH U CANT' TELL ME OTHER WISE, 1/2 cups of african-american and 1/2 cups of latino spice and PUFF yOU GOT CINNAMON ROLL THAT COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU.

~ Cocoa skin (with that yellow undertone, you know?). Thin hair, curly, natural and the most bouncy-est(?) hair, a little above the chin lenght, tied up in a bun when he's busy making art.

~ Button nose, surrounded by some freckles. With really big, almond eyes. His face gets pinkish when it's to damn hot, he's doing to much work or is REALLY angry.

~ I think I gotta bring up how nice his smile is, he got that smile, that shows up just his upper teeth row, the upper lip disappears and it goes way up his cheeks and then it sinks in his dimples. Art.

~ Mikey ain't that young but his height, complexion and even facial features makes him look a lot younger in comparison to his brothers, he could be like 25 and ppl would still think he's in highschool, never aging ppl.

~Had this beautiful dreads, with the tips colored differently once in a while. Now he's growing his hair to have larger dreads, so he can paint em a different color each and have em in high up-do, like a rubberband ball.

~ Mikey would wear every fucking color, get the fuck away with toxic masculinity p l e a s e. Fits anything 10/10. But loves sports clothing (Matching ones are the BEST) he find's it refreshing and really comfy since Miguel is really active, so if he's needs to go usain bolt he GOES OFF and you can imagine sneakers don't last with him. Probably, every single piece of clothing he owns has at least a minor stain from some sort of paint.

~Wears headbands, sometimes really neat designs and then straight out "what the hell is this vomit stain garbage Mikey?" (from Donnie, mostly).

~ Has fake piercings. He's got several in his ears. He wants to have em for real, older brothers just keep telling him that "when he gets older".

Plus: We all know how the turtles are sneaky sneaky, tricky tricky and rad skillyz skillyz being ninjas but in this human AU his brothers got nothing on him like he's flexible as hell, he comes down the stairs like the exorcist bitch or that other bitch on the ring and scares the shit out of Leon and Raph, can touch his calfs with his neck that kind of stuff. And he doesn't run, he travels back to 1955 to save Marty McFly ass.

Leonardo DABinci

~ Not so long ago I made a post about how Leon is a Latino, quote:

"I can clearly see how Leon is totally a Latino. Like: thick wavy hair, with really small monolid eyes, and medium light skin (latinos know what the hell i'm talking about, those kids that get told they have "ojos de chinito" and rock the neapolitan tanning: caramel where the sunlight hits, milky way where it doesn't and pink when it's too much sun for the day) and then Donnie is this asian™ bean, so, sometimes they are mistaken as blood related brothers (Mostly cuz the eyez) and the stripes are the tanning y'all."

~ In addition, recently someone WOKE™ me up and reveled to me as in a prophecy, that Leon is Half-Chilenian, Half-Argentinian.

~ TBH yall, i just want my boy to do his thing and do them Fornite dances while some dope ass cumbias are playing, this is straight up my dream for real.

~Leon got those damn thick eyebrows more than Raph, plucks em to give em shape.

~Has a lot of scars. Leon is very active as Miguel but he is a troublemaker. Got several scars from fights: face, knees, knuckles, arms, legs. And that one time he came running to get his juice, slipped and smashed into the stove glass.

~Has wavy thick hair, keeps the top messy and fluffy and the rest shorter, undercut typo.

~LEON. USES. GLASSES. Period. But don't use em regulary, mainly cuz he's so active and sometimes clumsy and would rather not buy glasses everytime he goes out.

(Donnie, probably): "Leon, why don't you use your glasses? You are making your eyes even smaller trying to read that sign"

(Dumbo): "No, no! que dices weon? I only need the glasses when i'm reading!"

~Loves stripes in his clothing. In any shape and thickness.

~Low-key uses Donnie button up shirts because he does think Donnie looks so well in em, but he's a little more broad than him (Thicc bacc, bicc arms) so he had tear some up, or pop a button or too.

~Guy who would wear anything and don't give a shit if he doesn't have a defined style. One day he's with that graphic tee, flashy bermudas and some sandals and the other day using some jeans, saggy big sweater, a beret and some fine boots.

~ Loves boots more than sneakers. Got good traction with em. But no one can replace las CHANCLAS i'm telling you, he's so comfortable flipping & flopping.

~ He's hairy. Really hairy. Don't shave, except the faice. He's got that baby face and the trace of where the beard could be. It ain't that thick sandpaper beard aftershave tho, Raph taught him the tricks to the silk road.

~Them sideburns tho, neAT-O.

~He ain't got former training, just some random stuff he's learned from Donnie and Raph. Nontheless, he's the trickster and can go dirty on fighting just to save his ass. But sometimes, his big mouth saves his dumb ass from trouble. (2/100 times, the other 98 times it makes it worse)

~Plus: He's into parkour a lot. Takes Mikey out so he can tag some walls uphigh. These trips are the reason he gets in fights more than his other brothers, he's gotta stick out for his brother in case shit goes down, but mostly because he's a loudmouth and sometimes he deserves it cuz he starts the fire tbh.

The thing goes RAP - PHA - PHA

~ Raph, my soft boy. He still BIG™, ain't ripped like a physiculturist, gotta admit, abs are in fact chocolate abs but got a chunky yet funky tone to it. Big ass arms, to strong to carry my depression and smash all my worries.

~ Obviously African-American, I just imagine this warm undertone to his skin. Thick eyebrows (plucks out his unibrow, and nothing more, that natural angled eyebrow perfect as it is).

~ Hairy complexion (but not as hairy as Leo) to pull out a balbo beard, faded to his hair, then starts the faded high top, (not that high tho) with that cotton natural hair (raph is just my dream tbh).

~ My boy rocks denim everything. But got this particular worn off denim jacket he treats like one of his extremities. It's kinda saggy, old, several splashes of god knows what substances... But he wears it like the most precious thing, his brothers got him for his birthday, selling candy bars and other sweet goodies. Made him cry like a bitch.

~ Snaggletooth fang. I got this random HC that Raph got it in a fight with one of his brothers when he was younger. His first tooth after his decidious teeth, he was so happy, finally "maturing" in his words. In his younger years he struggled a LOT with angry issues, (mainly, as the oldest, he understood a little big more about the rejection above the city for mutants, and built up this feeling of despite).

One day, one of his brothers made him really fucking angry, they got in a physical fight, that ended with his crooked fang, but yet, Raph is BIG and he can't measure his strenght sometimes. Then, his brother is crying in pain, screaming how bad can he treat his brother, as if he didn't love them, just as the people above.

He wasn't angry cuz the teeth (cuz he showed it off, like it made him an adult already), he broke down because he was always feeling so damn angry, being the oldest and yet he was beating their younger siblings over some dumb shit and treated them like people in the surface would. Raph is challenged each day, when he sees his face in the mirror, with the tooth projecting outwards as reminder of all the rage he had to let go to protect their brothers, to make a change on his perspective and emotions, to keep their family and himself happy.

I think this mind set change was the thing that settled Raph as a leader. He got stronger, not physicially, but mentally and emocionally, for the sake of his family.

This HC can be translated somehow to the Human AU but i'm not sure the origin of Raph's rage yet.

~ Would wear any shirt that has anything he likes, PLUS if it is in red. He just loves red. He's the only one obvious with their color preference. Red caps, shirts, jackets, pants and tons of sneakers.

~ Likes jeans but loves that kind of bermuda cut shorts and not all the way down pants. He's got some C A L F S with capitals.

~ Luckily, he does wear matching socks. (We can't see Don's most of the time but Raph shows more leg so).

~Wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist. Loves wrist accesories and probably would wrap around anything on his wrist.

~He's got that classic™ Rock Lee from Naruto bandages from training and work out and sometimes he's just to tired to take off the shin pads.

~Don't show em much but got some big ass brass knuckles in his pockets in case someone messes the fuck up with his brothers. (He would easily let go if it was just him, he's a master of templance, but be warned: not with his family)

Plus: Got one tatto, in his back, below the neck, this celtic rune (we know that celtic runes have several meanings, so he took one with various that would fit him) a Gebo, that can mean partnership, generosity and sacrifice.

DONNA TELL EM

~ For starts, Donnie is my asian bean. Creamy pale skin, monolid eyes, with that puffy under eyelid, of course noticeable dark circles, but he got that EYESMILE BOI. (You know that people who kept straight face but the eyes are just screaming happiness??? That kind of eyesmile)

~ Hair black, thin, straight cut (his hair is kinda wavy) at his shoulder's lenght, got that fade styling in the back tho, usually wrapped in a high ponytail/bun. (Mikey loves to mess with his hair).

~ He's got that thin eyebrow hair, so, he fills em up to make them thicker, so gives him more of an assertive feature. (Also he is jealous of Leo and Raph eyebrows, nontheless edge so sharp to cut a bitch) Got that hairless complexion so not much about facial hair.

~ Obviously keeps them THIGHS™. (So far, to me their complexion on the show is the same as in the human AU so... ) Jeans were invented to the sole purpose to fit Donnie so well.

~To wear, jeans are a go to, but damn sweatpants comfy AF. Big old sweatshirts, swearters and hoodies. Underneat, digs button shirts, short or long, never with flashy prints, yet some minor deco, (to him is all in the elegance....). Raph and Donnie share an interest on sneakers, so he can wear like 1 hoodie for 10 days straight but a different sneaker each.

~But wears missmatched socks like the fuck out of here BOI, looking neat and clean and you come out with this yeeyee ass bullshit.

~ Donnie hides the fact that he's riPPED under the hoodies and sweatpants often, (he's tall as shit and his brothers calling him spagethi bOI don't help much) so people make the assumption he's the weakest of his brothers. He's the only graduated on black belt on Karate and knows his shit on MMA. On his younger years he was indeed saved many times by Raph's strenght, Mikey's swiftyness and Leon's cunning. This "being the weak" complex got to his head and started training solo. His brothers are amazed of Donnie's self-improvement and he often disguises it as the "i did it so i wouldnt be the weakest, you better watch out when i supass yall" but they all know he suffered inmensely seeing his brothers hurt because of him, so if they go down he does too, to protect them.

Plus: Complementary headphones with neon designs, blasting nightcore, dubstep and DnB songs with every Donnie purchased.

BG:

In my AU, these kids grew up really poor. They learned the value of hardwork since they were really young. Like in the Teetle Universe, people see them as misfits. Especially, because they are a "patched up family" (they are not blood related) and being looked down by the economic factor, mostly.

They got some real internal issues. But, the only thing that keeps them sane is how tight their brotherhood is.

Donnie and Raph have a job and go to college. Struggle a lot with their younger siblings rebellious stage.

Leon and Mikey go to highschool and do some baked goodies or art comissions to have some sort of income. Ain't fond of school that much, real troublemakers.

April it's a freshman in college and has much more accomodated life, but somehow, she's always felt she doesn't belong to anywhere, until she meet our boys. April learns a lot of life hardships while hanging out with em.

This would be, basically the series:

April meets this guys, this is sort of a slice of life anime, with lots of comedy and fun shots, however it develops around April learning valuable lessons that will help her as an adult, about friendship, loyalty, respect, empathy and kindness, after all the things the boys are going through.

I'm not sure how am I gonna accomodate Splinter in this, but eventually I'll figure it out.

I'm not got at drawing but i'm gonna try to make some of their designs.

[elephantonmychest-blog]

succulents and healing stones

Written for Carry On Countdown, day 9 (the prompt is Flowers)

Please, keep in mind English is not my first language and I currently don’t have a beta. Also I am writing and praticipating in COC mainly to improve my writing, so that’s why the quality is not great! (Today’s title is not great either!)

genre: fluff, very very fluff

lenght: 2437 words

Agatha finds a small flower shop on the corner of the street, and starts going there often, not just for the flowers, but also for the florist, who is incredibly cute.

I entered a small flower shop at the corner of a street, still completely lost in my thoughts. School has been though lately and I felt like it was all getting over my head.

„Hi, “ I heard a soft voice from the back section of the shop.

„Oh, hello, “ I replied quickly, embarrassed, because the unexpected greeting shocked me, and I jumped up a bit. I could feel my cheeks turning bright pink.

„Give me a minute, I'll just need to finish this here and I'll get to you. “ the girl said and I couldn't help but smile a bit. She sounded like she really, genuinely wanted to help me – which felt so nice after days and days of being only cared about because of the way I look.

I looked around and tried to figure out what I would even want to get.

„Oh, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to you. I hope it's okay. “ I jumped out a bit again and knew I was blushing. A lot. I turned around and saw the florist – a short girl with bright purple hair, big red glasses and bright smile.

„It's alright, “ I smiled at her. She gave me another big smile.

„Can I help you with something? “

„Well I need something for my flat, to make it a bit happier… I was thinking some plants but fresh cut flowers to make it more colorful too? “ I answered and tried to return a smile, but it felt really awkward, like it was nothing compared to hers. „But I'm afraid I'll kill the plants way too quick” I added. She laughed and her bubbly laugh filled the shop.

“I think we could look for the flowers first and then the flowers?” she asked and I nodded.

She turned around and looked on the shelves. After a moment she started putting pots on the counter. “What about these?” she pointed at the pots. I looked at them and smiled a bit again. God, she was making me smile a lot.

“These are really adorable,” I said “Do they need a lot of water care though? I really don't want to kill these.”

She giggled: ”They really don't, you only need to water them once every few days, they're not hard to keep alive and healthy.”

“That's great, I think I’ll take these three.” I replied and pointed at the ones I liked the most. I noticed I was smiling again and oh god, my cheeks must've been so red.

“Alright, great! I'm glad you like them,” She smiled again. I would swear the smiles were brighter than the sun itself. “Now, let's take a look at the flowers, what would you like?”

“I'm not really sure,” I mumbled, “I was thinking some happy light colours? My apartment is so grey right now.”

She looked around for a bit, and then she pointed at some purple flowers I didn't know. “What about these?” she asked.

“They'd match your hair,” I giggled, but instantly got anxious. What if she’ll think it was really stupid? Thankfully, she laughed with me.

“You’re right!”

“It’d look do pretty combined with you- I mean your hair, but I think I'll pass. They're a bit too dark for me.”

My cheeks were so red. I mean- she was really pretty, with her bright smile and glowing eyes, and if she took a photo with the flowers, it'd look great, but I felt really awkward for saying that.

“Thank you,” she laughed and my face got even redder and hotter, even though I thought it wasn't even possible, “but I think we should find different flowers for you.”

I left the small flower shop half an hour later, with the three succulents, light pink roses and the biggest smile I had in a while on my face.

                                                             *

I started going to the flower shop as soon as the flowers I bought started fading (and sometimes even earlier) and spent hours there, chatting with the florist, Penny. And even though we never hung out outside the shop, I always just stayed there and talked with her when there were no costumers, and occasionally brought coffee for both of us, she was my best friend. For the first time in a while I had somebody who didn't like me just for my face, body or my family’s money. Penny seemed to genuinely care and like spending time together.

And I noticed I like her, that I like her a lot. In a way I never liked any boy before. I liked the way her eyes smiled too when she was smiling, and the way she swung her hips when she walked, and how she’d always make me smile stupidly, and how I felt safe and important when I was with her. And how much she knew about the flowers, how smart she was in general.  And I absolutely loved, how she always brightened up my day, how kind, caring and understanding she was, how she always squeezed me in a hug when I had a bad day and always knew what to say.

We always had something to talk about and anytime she was near me, the warm feeling inside my stomach grew and my heart would beat faster. The moments in the flower shop became the highlights of my days.

I was considering asking her to hang out, or just asking for her number, for gods sake, but I always got too shy to actually do it. There was no way I could tell her about my feelings anytime soon.

I was so happy spending time with her, but I always wished we'd get more time, like in cafés or even my flat, somewhere calmer without Penny having to stop the conversations to help the costumers out.

*

One day when I entered the shop, as soon as I saw Penny, I knew something was off. Her eyes were poofy, like she cried for a long time and she seemed like she couldn't concentrate at all.

“Hi,” I said softly, “are you okay?”

She shook her head.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked quietly.

“Not right now,” she almost whispered and looked at her shoes, “it’s really stupid.”

“Oh, alright, “ I said, “but I’m here if you need anything, alright?” I gave her a tiny smile and pulled her into a hug. We stayed like that for quite some time – until a bell rang and a group of a middle aged woman entered the shop.

I’d swear Penny’s cheeks got a bit darker when she pulled away. It made my heart beat a bit faster, thinking I made her blush.

“Oh boy, this is going to take so long.” She whispered, then turned around and put on a forced professional smile, not indifferent from the smiles of wax mannequins, and went to help the ladies.

When I realized how much free time I had, an idea started growing in my head. I thought about it for a bit and then took a notebook out of my bag, ripped out a paper and quickly scribbled a note. My handwriting was different from the usual small letters; my heart was jumping up and down in my ribcage like it wanted to break free and all of the letters blended together in one messy line, just like my thoughts.

“I don’t know if you believe in there, but here’s a rosequartz, it is supposed to have some kind of positive aura and make you feel a bit better... And if you don’t believe in these, it’s still pretty, so have some nice aesthetic in your life.”

The last sentence was ironic, she literally worked a job where she was supposed to make things look aesthetically pleasing, but it was too late, crossing it over would make the note look even worse than it already looked.

I took a deep breath and added one more sentence. The letters were even messier than before.

“Also... would you like to go and grab some tea after you finish – we could talk and make you feel a bit better?

-Agatha”

My heart was pounding so much, when I was placing the note on the side of counter where only Penny could find it and putting a rosequartz crystal on top of it.

Penny was still fully distracted by the ladies, who were discussing what flowers they should get for whatever their occasion was really loudly. She didn’t notice anything, but I was terrified of the moment she’ll find it. What if she won’t like it? Think it’s stupid? What if her problem is too big to be helped by a talk with a cup of tea and a stone?

The ladies seemed to not plan on leaving anytime soon, so I decided to go outside for a moment and grab coffee for me and Penny. If I’ll be lucky, I won’t have to live through the awkward moment when she finds this. (And I’ll have a good excuse for my red cheeks)

I grabbed my scarf and coat, and quickly tapped Penny’s shoulder, hoping the ladies won’t get mad at us for it. “I’ll go get a coffee; I’ll be back in a moment.” I smiled. She nodded and went back to discussing the meaning of colours of roses.

*

When I got back, the ladies were gone and Penny was standing behind the counter, staring at something in her hands, grinning widely.

“Ag, thanks so much!” she almost squeaked and went in for a hug.”

“Careful, I have cups of coffee in my hands,” I laughed, but tried to hug her as well as I could without spilling the coffee.

“You’re great, it’s beautiful, thanks so much.” She said with the bright smile I liked so much, and she seemed really honestly happy. My heart skipped a beat because of it.

“You’re welcome!” I smiled back. I still felt very awkward and my heart was beating that much that it would probably jump out of my chest if it was not held in by my ribcage, because I still didn’t get an answer to the second part of the note.

I gave her the latté I bought for her and noticed my hands were shaking a bit.

“Thanks again,” she smiled at me once more, “You’re the best.” I could not believe these bright smiles were reserved just for me.

I only smiled back, because I felt like my heart would escape through my mouth if I tried to say anything. She took a long sip and it was quiet between us for some time. It was only few seconds, but it felt like ages to me.

“Oh, also, I’m closing this place in a few minutes,” she started and my stomach flipped, “would you still like to go somewhere? Because I would.” She seemed all bubbly and excited, that it was hard to believe how down she was less than a hour ago.

I blushed, oh, I blushed a lot. “I do.”

“So let’s go!” she grinned and grabbed her coat. “I know a nice tea place just a few blocks away.”

Few minutes later, we were sitting in a small tearoom, with our cheeks and noses all red from the cold outside.

“So, are you feeling better now? Do you want to tell me about what happened? Or do we just talk about random stuff as always, and try to make your day a bit brighter?” I asked and felt how my cheeks got warmer. Luckily, for now, it wasn’t noticeable that I am blushing.

Penny put her head on my shoulder and mumbled: “I just- I just want to tell you and get it out, but it’s kinda stupid, I don’t want you to laugh at me.”

“I won’t laugh, Pen, and you know it.”I told her, trying to keep my breath as steady as possible so that she won’t stay like this for a bit longer.

“It’s just- my friend’s boyfriend was joking about how I decided to take a gap year after that shit that happened last year, and he was just sort of making jokes about my job... And it hurt. You know, it’s not the best and most difficult to do, but I really love it.” She stopped for a moment and hid her face in my shoulder. “And I know he did not mean it in any bad way, probably, but it just did hurt...” her voice was low and shaky.

I was not sure how to help her, so I squeezed in a hug, ignoring my loud, loud heart and whispered: “He’s not right. You put a lot into your job, you know so much about what you’re doing and dealing with the costumers isn’t always easy. It is definitely not worse or dumber than uni.”

“Thanks Aggie,” she mumbled and pressed us even closer to each other, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” At this point, my heart was going crazy.

Not really thinking about it, I kissed her on the top of her head, like my mum used to do when I was little. As soon as I realized what I’ve done, that it was not just another one of my silly daydreams, that this was real, I started apologizing, and my face got redder than all the Christmas decorations I have seen on the way here. “I- I’m so sorry, I just-“ I was stuttering, and I was sure everybody less than mile away from me could hear my loud, loud heart.

“No,” said Penny softly and locked our lips together. She kissed me. My whole insides were exploding with joy. I run my hand through her hair and smile into the kiss. Every bad thing disappeared for a moment and there was only me and her. My mind was completely blank, blinded by the pure happiness.

She pulled away and grabbed my hand. Her eyes were shining, her cheeks were few shades darker and she had the widest smile I have ever seen on her face. And I was sure I looked just like her, my cheeks almost hurt from smiling so much, and my whole face was hot.

“So... can we call this a date now?” I asked when I caught my breath, staring at our fingers laced together.

“Only if you want to.” She said. Her voice was soft, but you could hear she was smiling in it.

“I do.” I smiled even more and leaned in to kiss her again.

[gamemasterr]

Transition: The Beast Tamer

After some thought i decided to enable the ask option for this blog with the idea of making our conversations smoother and also being able to share the answer so any other fag with the same doubt can have responses without me answering the same shit over and over on pm.

I also wanted to share something of me, a while ago i talked about taking this blog though what has been my experience as a DOM and not about what everyone thinks a DOM is suposed to be, i've gotten a lot of questions about me a geek nerdy master and the usual jock "alpha" and how do i compete against them. My answer is quite simple, i never compete and the true is that it is not competition, a fag who loves jocks will not text me and a fag who likes my style won't text jocks. I'm usually drawn to the more manly fags, even to top submissives because the range of abuse you can make'em endure is way bigger than a normal bottom, sure bottoms suck dicks cuz they were born to it, but making one of these so "confident" jocks bow down to me, turns me on in ways that are hard to explain.

Starting with chastity is much higher sacrifice to a top to give up control of his dick than it is to a bottom and that is the kind of sacrifice that i look for. Especially when i'm not trying to turn these Top Fags into bottoms, i still don't consider them man enough to respect them but i also know that i want to strip them away from all sense of identity they have and turn them into horny beasts.

In that mood i decided to recycle some texts that i have written over the years and post’em to let you know how did i became the monster i am. First i will share with you, the story of how i not only survived highschool being a quirky nerd and made my high school bully my personal beast in the process.

When i got to highschool i was quite skinny, nerdy with big glasses, shy and almost "too good" to be truth so it was normal for the "cool kids" to pick it up on me, something that never bothered me to be honest, despite what they could say i was succesful at what i was going for, getting the best grades of the class and having time for gaming and sleeping. After 9th grade things started to change in weird ways, i had discovered another way of doing things, realized that i could get away with whatever i wanted to cuz i was just "too nice" for the adults to think otherwise, after 10th summer vacations and having lived my first "recognized" experiences as a DOM i was way more rapacious, sharper and i was needing to know where all of it might take me, to learn my own limits and the limits of those that i started to call submissives.

However i was used to my high school routine i would be the only one to finish his homework and i was going to stick on my own at lunch. Regular year, regular life... something that in a way forged the sadistic behaviour in me, being in this enviroment where i was expected to be perfect and then having older guys willing to get on their knees on my command was what made it so easy for me, i always knew what to say but i just hold back. After first 3 months my 11th grade and coming back from Christmas vacations, this guy Victor that was a total jock, somewhat handsome, muscular, with some spicy nature and that cool attitude that makes everyone lose was having a hard time with his grades, he's AS DUMB AS THEY GET, so he was advised by the school counselor to try to stick with the smart kind for a while or he wouldn't graduate, something a cool kid wasn't going to let happen.

I remember the confidence he had when he asked for my help like i owed it to him to what i said no, i was starting to find new layers of myself and is not like i had plan i just knew at the moment that doing it; just "to help" someone that never saw me as anything else than the "smart kid" wasn't my path to follow. Having passed half of the school year he got very impatient and kept asking me for help against the fact that i had said no like a shit ton of times.

One day out of nowhere he texted me, he wasn't suposed to have my number but he had it and he proposed to me that if i helped him out he would fuck me, to what i laughed and then remembered all of the times he would make jokes about the "fags" of the shcool about them going to his place and making his homework and sucking his dick, something i knew for sure wasn't right, i was fucking those fags LOL so i texted him back and i said "I'll help with math, but will be my dick on your mouth" i knew he was terrible at that class and we had a test comming and in a way everyone at my class knew that i was fucking guys so i had nothing to lose by playing bold on him, at the best he would stop bothering me... and he did, until the afternoon after the math test when i got a message from him saying "Man i really need your help, i will do what you say just please don't let anyone else know". From that moment on, he was my team mate for almost every single homework we had, simple rules, he would come over after school while my parents where out, suck me off and i will present the homework the next day. The first time was terrible, he was so anxious to leave, so scared of himself going to such lenght but i was left with a very specific comment of him that day that turned on on me a diferent interest. While he was taking off my pants and very slowly grabbing my dick over the briefs he said "this shit is huge, is almost on your knee" leaving me with the curiosity of seeing his own, i never considered my own dick "that big" to match his reaction, but obviously there was something i didn't know and i had to play smart if i wanted to find out so i just went along with the small things, whenever something big would pop up, like really hard work i would either team up with girls or go solo until he failed a presentation on biology class and came to me asking why i didn't helped him with it if we had a deal.

- You don't know how to suck a cock - was all that i said and i wasn't lying, he was "straight" (lol) up terrible, what i got from our encounters was the crazy feeling of being even more than a cool kid, that my power was only mine to take and no given by others. He was lost at that moment, desperated and having already lost his pride the only way to go for him, was down, so he asked me what i wanted and all that i truly wanted was him to suck me like the other fags did, i wanted him to rather have my cock than breathe and that was my new deal, he would get my dick balls deep in his mouth every single time or i wouldn't help him if he sucked me "in a wrong way" i would just left him hanging the next day, and it did happened...

As the weeks went by his grades went a bit up and his cockiness went down. He would sit with me at lunch, he would carry my lunch plate and take it off the table, he would eat his lunch and whatever i left on my plate, people knew i was saving his ass and they thought he was just faking to be nice to me. Deep down i knew he was mine to take so i just decided to take up the antee, from that moment on i wanted him naked while sucking me and surprisingly he didn't refused.

That was another revelation for me, and a confirmation of what i was left thinking the first day, his dick was so small, around 4 inches and it was quite thin and i couldn't help the laugh, he blushed and got his pants up again asap, and i did the same, his expresion twisted - Naked or leave - i said and he didn't even argue, i was living my fantasied, i had already fucked some fags but they were all dying to jump on me, this one wasn't, he was doing what i said it, just cause i said it and i wasn't going to let him go that easy.

At the end of the school year he started dating one of my closest friends, cuz she "saw him evolve into a more comprehensive person that was caring and loving with a person that she had deep respect and care about" still i would fuck his ass whenever i felt like it to then sit and listen to my friend complaining about his tiny dick and then tell him exactly what she had said about it... He started trying harder and kept failing at everything but pleasing my dick. After graduation he kept doing it, why? Maybe he was scared that i would say something to people if he stopped, maybe he thought that us being close would keep my friend interested, maybe he was genuinly loving being my bitch or maybe he was just a grateful slut.

The summer after graduation i had him paint my room twice cuz i didn't liked the first color. I would have him leave his house in the middle of the night to get me snacks i would make him go get a fag i wanted to fuck, drive him here, wait outside and then drive'em home. We stopped our thing when i got to college, and even now that he has a child he still asks me if we could meet and sometimes i accept and we talk, he opens to me like if i was his brother, sometimes when he's tired of his routine he comes to my place, strips naked and talks to me, sometimes i make him wear one of my boy's cages while he's here and even if i don't consider him mine anymore we both know that he needs my dick cuz he got used to it and just because i'm a good friend and he's a very nice beast i'll let him suck me, always sharing my dick with my homeboy so he understands the level he is on related to me.

It is always satisfactory to feel that i changed his life and in a way i love him cuz he is the first protoype of what i have done with my actual slaves.

So... no i don't compete with "jocks" because i've fucked jocks that are bigger, manlier and sometimes better gifted... so, nothing to worry about, my bitches are mine knowing that they look like alphas but they're not.

You're suposed to be a MAN carrying a DICK not a DICK carrying a MAN... BE A MAN, DON'T BE A DICK and you will be succesful.

[justowrite]

New Surroundings

lenght: 2183words

genre: light angst(and exposition)

summary: Simon, with a bare understanding of the world he has thrown himself into, has to adapt to it and the only two things keeping him from getting completely and utterly lost are the fire of excitement in his chest and well...Penny.

a/n: straight out from a writers block(still not completly out of it), and mostly because i forgot carry on’s birthday(i am awful), the second chapter of this medieval au thing i am trying to do. i wasn’t planning to publish this until a more reasonable of the day but te birthday thing happened so...here we are. Okay so i’m really sorry if there are any mistakes, i tried to correct all of them, but english isn’t my first language.

Anyway without any more further due, thank you for reading and happy birthday to Carry On(here is my two hours late gift)!

Chapter One / Ao3

***

He couldn’t do anything but stare to the room. It had two beds, some furniture to keep some belongings on opposite sides and a big window in between the halves. He thought he would be with Penny, but apparently, it wasn’t allowed. He had to share a room with another boy, which to Simon was the most terrifying thing of all this experience. Leaving the forest was something he never thought of doing, the possibility never even passed his head. Simon didn’t know if he even wanted to. It was too late now. He had left the forest and everything he ever knew. Well, everything but Penny; they’ll be closer now. The Mage had concluded that Simon would be better under his care, training in the castle with the knights and witches of the kingdom.

Although he liked the Mage, he had been kind and patient while Simon was scared.

“It’s okay boy, I mean no harm.” His voice was soft, still Simon in bed and wounded didn’t dare to trust him. “I only come to make a proposal to you, in any case, you can ask me to leave anytime you wish.” Penny took Simon’s hand, in an attempt to reassure him.

He had come to see Simon, to offer him the opportunity to study, to have a house, to be treated like a person.  Simon had only accepted because Penny was there too.

Simon realized ­-once it was time to organize his things in the new room- he didn’t have much or nothing at all really. All he had was what he used to sleep and eat, nothing personal really; just a couple of old pants and shirts Penny had enchanted so they would disappear when he was a dragon and reappeared, so he wasn’t completely naked every time he turned back. The Mage had told him he would get new clothing since he was going to be around people a lot and couldn’t use the same old cloth.

He lay down on the bed, eyes closed. It was softer than the one he had in the cave, colder too. It smelled different; here it smelled to dust, old as if it was never used. Instead like the one back in the cave, which smelled to leaves, fresh air, and burned fabric. Unable to shake the feeling, he stood up. Simon got close to the window. The room was in one of the towers of the castle, isolated from the rest. It was the last room available. Simon couldn’t complain though, it was beautiful a sight. The sun was ready to set. The sky painted in red, clear from clouds and open almost calling for Simon.

Suddenly Simon was jumping from the window.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in. Once he exhales and opens his eyes, a loud roar accompanied the impotent presence in the sky.

As Simon flew he realized how big the castle was. It wasn’t hard to see him in the sky, still, he was high enough nobody would hear the sound of his wings, which made easy to observe the people talking, walking, even -as Simon was unfortunate enough to watch- making out in hidden spots. It was more people Simon had ever seen or more people he was comfortable seeing.

Finally, he saw Penny sitting in a tree away from the rest. Simon rushed back to his human form, Penny had already recognized him and was waiting for him anyway.

As they started walking in the village Simon stopped listening to Penny instead he was looking around. The town seemed to match the falling sun in the sky, it was showered in orange and brown’s shadows. In the air, it was easy to breathe the magic, different from the one in the forest. Back in the forest, there was only the aura of the creatures, since most magical creatures only own the magic not control it; here there weren’t different magic to control but hundreds of different auras. Most people wouldn’t sense it, there were used to it by now, but Simon had only met one person. All of this was almost too much for him. Finally, the market was in the center of the town, the little stalls were on both sides of a long street that ended in, what Penny called, the Heart Fountain.

Simon walked self-conscious, sure someone would notice his wings and tail even when Penny had enchanted them for the afternoon. They walked through the streets, Simon first jumping at the promotions yells for cheap products. Slowly his fear was a small buzz in the back of his neck, still alarmed but more amused by the magical objects flying over him and the voices talking things he didn’t understand. He filled Penny with questions.

Penny was happy to see Simon so excited, instead of scared. Penny was happy to have his best friend with her.

They reached the end of the street where there was the last stand.

“My mother doesn’t like to come here, but I like it. It’s better than going to Wings and Crowns,” Penny rolled her eyes at the memory of so much glitter before walking to the stall. Simon couldn’t see anyone or anything really. There was only clothing hanging from the ceiling. Simon was about to say something when Penny knocked the wood with the ring. The clothing moved aggressively to the back of the stall. Inside there was someone young on carrying a mountain of things.

“Need help, Rae?” Penny offered

The person looked at Penny, “Thanks, sweetheart but I think I can manage.” They turned completely around, letting go one hand so only the other one was holding the giant mountain of cloth. “What a pleasure to have you here, honey! What brings you here today?” Finally, they leave the cloth in a corner with a more ridiculous sized mountain.

“I was looking for cloth for my friend, you see…” Penny stared explain, leaning her weight on the counter.

They took a moment to stare at Simon, “I can see where the wings and tail could be a problem.” Simon jumped in surprised. “Don’t worry honey, only I can see it here.”

“Spacial Magic, they can see and modify things around them.” Penny explains, “Like making lighter a mountain of clothes, or seeing things others can’t.”

“A water down a couple generations version, I am not that strong; not like your friend here. I can feel his magic.” Rae smiled and took a step forward while sparkles of interest shine in their eyes.

Simon turned to Penny, almost scared. “So clothes…” Simon reminded her.

Immediately Rae’s face changed to what it was before, more playful than slightly scary.  “I am sure I’ve just the things for you.”

***

Simon was told that outfits should fit your magic. Which is why Rae was due to make, she could be recognized someone’s magic, unlike anyone.

Penny, as an example, was dressed in a dark long sleeve purple dress with what it seems a brown smaller sleeveless dress on top, and around her hips, it hanged a belt where she kept magical objects and she wore a black lazed cape that reached her boots. While the belt was obviously useful, the cape was Rae was most proud of. It was made especially to increase any charm when activated with magic words. But it would only work in that scene, if a fire mage wore that object it would burn in an instant with the mage in it.

Simon looked down to his new outfit. First, he had black boots, dark brown pants with a hell lot of pockets, a lighter brown jacket –which he had rolled the sleeves because with all of this it was getting hot. On top of all that he had a shoulder pad on his right shoulder, with gold metal pieces that looked like his own scales, hanging from it going across his chest a belt that combined with Penny’s. This was to make his cloth disappeared and reappeared when necessary and to help Simon to control his magic since he was new to the whole magic deal.  Although like Penny he had more than one magic clothing item, it even was jewelry. From his neck it hangs a gold chain with a small blue gem that matched his eyes, to keep his wings and tails hidden, not even corporeal. Which was a weird feeling to Simon, it was a part of him just not existing even if he had the power of making appear.

“And this…this was something someone gave me a long time ago…long before you were alive.” Rae had a nostalgic look on her face, as she gave it to Simon. “Someone with your eyes actually.”

“Simon!” Penny yelled as she stopped Simon with her arm. Simon almost throwing the bag full of new cloth off his should, focused back on what was around him. Simon realized he had been almost hit by a horse. The horse had stopped just before, and Penny stopped Simon. Simon looked up to apologize but was stopped by three things.

One; the overwhelming aura he knew that wasn’t from a human.

Two; by the disgusted looked in those eyes.

Three; even when the mask of the armor he was wearing hid most of the person’s face, Simon had seen those deep grey eyes before. At night. Drinking blood from another animal.

“Monster.” Simon murmured. Simon saw the surprise, the anger in the person's eyes before he run off with a group of more men behind. “Who were they?” They continued walking.

“The knights, probably doing a nightly checkup.” Penny explained. “They are trained to be part of the royal guard, or part of the Mage’s Man one day. Not all of them do, but that is the purpose.” Penny rolled her eyes. “Only men are chosen, but anyone can take the curses. It is a really idiotic.”

***

Finally, Simon was back at his new room. He put the new things in their place and left the old ones just in a cornered, Simon stared at them for a little bit before getting to his bed. Something inside was yelling and jumping excitedly. Almost a childish old desire he once had, to have a life like this. Even before he met Penny and had any understanding of the world in those dark nights when he was a child. He would dream that his mom and dad would pick him up and take him to a big house with all the food he could think off, and all the toys he would have seen from afar from the kids playing close to the forest.

A loud noise interrupted his thoughts. He sat up, to look at the person in the room. Both of them froze, staring into each other eyes. Simon could see his face perfectly now the mask was in his arm instead. He looked daring and fierce in the armor, his long black hair framing his features elegantly, the light of the moon creating shadows on his pale skin. Of course, his dark grey eyes were looking down Simon, it made him feel small under the new presence. Still, Simon stood up and talk.

“Y-you” Simon took a step towards. “I’ve seen you in the forest, you don’t…you are a…you are a..a..” Simon didn’t know how to say it, what were the right words.

“Are you sure you know how to talk or no one ever taught you back in the forest?” Simon stood back in shock and tried to talk back but again the words just wouldn’t come out correctly; the other boy gave him a smirk in response. “Well, I can see the success the Mage’s little project is going to be.” Simon stayed quiet, not knowing what to respond. “I don’t know what you pretend are you doing here but you are nothing to accuse me of nothing. Not when you can’t even get one sentence across.” Now he was starting to get angry.

“Y-you haven’t even met for five minutes, how can you…?” Once the boy was, once again, fast to answer.

“Says the one who called me a monster without even seen my face.” The boy stood tall and proud, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve seen you!” Simon was getting really angry, “You…I…I am not lying.” Simon finally said.

“Well me neither.” The boy was taller than Simon, for a few inches at least. “Did the Mage a least gave you a pet name?”

Simon clenched his hands into fists, his nails leaving mark on his palms. “I already had one.”

“A pet name? Oh, I am glad someone took the time.” Simon’s name was a note, attached to his cloth as the kid and then he kept on his bed until Penny found him but he wouldn’t tell the boy that. “ So what is it? Sparkles?” The boy laughed before turning around and leaving to the change to other room.

“It’s Simon Snow!” He yelled once the boy had already closed the door.

[lovemenowmr]

Chapter sixteen

I was already cooking one of the last pancakes when I felt someone walking through the corridor, I smiled thinking of sleepy Marco waking up without me and getting up to find me.

"You woke up just on time" I said "I'm almost finished"

I turned around and the person who was in the kitchen definetely Marco, there was a woman who looked like she was on her fifties. She had blonde mid-lenght hair and shef was dressed for the cold, she was carrying four shopping bags in her hands and was looking at me wide-eyed.

"I'm Manuela" she said "Marco's mother"

I stood frozen with the spatula on my hand and my eyes fixed on her. I couldn't believe I was on Marco's kitchen wearing just one of his shirts while meeting Marco's mother for the first time. I was thanking the lord he was so tall and I was so short the shirt reached my knees and I wasn't flashing anything.

"You mus be Adela, am I right?" she asked,

"I am" I said shocked.

I didn't know how the hell she knew my name, well I guess Marco has told her but I was just so embarrased I was still kind of frozen in the kitchen. I was just sure this wasn't a good first impression.

"Come here" she said giving me a hug "Marco hasn't told us much about you but Nico has, the little boy really adores you. It's so good to finally meet you"

"Oh, I... it's good to meet you too" I said shyly.

"Don't be so shy, girl" Manuela said "I know my kids and Marco seems serious about you so we were going to meet sooner or later. I uderstand now why he didn't need me to come, though. I think that thingyou're cooking is getting burnt sweetheart"

"Oh shit" I said taking the pan out of the heat and throwing the burnt pancake away and then putting everything on the sink since I couldn't cook anymore with it.

"So, how's Marco dealing with the injury" she said.

"He says he's fine but I think he's a little frustrated, he tries to hide it though" I said "But he's almost fine again"

"Okay, thanks for taking after him this past days" Manuela said smiling.

"Oh, it's really nothing" I said shyly.

"It is" she said "Marco can be a whiny baby sometimes, he's always complaining"

"I can handle it" I said laughing.

She was really nice and hadn't seemed to notice what my oufit was implying, or at least she hadn't made any remarks about it, which I was grateful for. I don't know if I had survived if she had said something, I would have honestly die of embarrasement.

"So, you're studing here righ" she said.

I told her about my studies and how did I ended up in Dortmund and not any other city and a little about where I came from because I love my hometown so much I couldn't help but drift the topic in any conversation. And she was listening happily and asking little things about what I was telling her when she wanted to kow a litle more.

"Liebe, why aren't you on bed?" we heard Marco said going down the streets "It's to early to be up and making breakfast, come back"

He got in the kitchen and look surprised between his mother an me.

"Mom, what are you doig here?" he asked.

"I came to bring you some food since I didn't know how bad the injury was" she said "If I had known Adela was here already I wouldn't have bothered but you didn't tell me"

"I told you it wasn't bad" she said giving she a kiss on the cheek "You should't have to worry"

"I'm your mother Marco, I'll never stop worrying"

He rolled his eyes and came over to me giving me another kiss on my temple and grabbing me by the waist.

"What are you cooking this early?"

"Pancakes" I said "I woke up really early and I didn't want to wake you up"

"Thanks" he said giving me another kiss "Mom are you staying for breakfast?"

"No, I have to go to work, I'm going to get going actually" she said "It was nice to meet you darling Manuela said giving me a hug.

"It was nice to meet you too, Manuela" I said smiling.

"Bye Marco" she said as he gave him a kiss "Why don't you two come to have lunch Sunday?"

"Mom" Marco said "I don't know, I have a match Saturday and I'll be fine to go"

"It's not that far Marco" I said "You'll be back Saturday night"

"Wait, you want to go?" he asked surprised.

"Great, you'll come then" Manuela said "They're gonna be so jealous I've met you" she said as she exit the room.

"Are you sure you wanna go?" he said.

"I already meet her" I said "It would be weird to ignore that fact, even if we had met by accident. And I really want this to last so I guess it would had happen sooner or later"

"You're really one of a kind" he said kissing me and making me laugh "By the way you're underwear is still in my room did my mom know that?"

I smacked his ass playfully as we both laugh, thinking of how embarrasing that had been.

"She seems to like you" he said arching his brows.

"I like her too" I said "She's really nice"

"How was the game?" I asked when I heard Marco and Auba entering the hose, I was siting on the couch and dinner was still in the oven so it wouldn't get cold.

Today BVB has played a game against SC Paderborn in the DFB-Pokal and they had won by 7 goals to 1. I had only seen the second half as it has started right when I got off work and I had spent the first half in the car. Auba has taken Marco with him and they were coming pver to dinner, as well as Auba's wife and son.

"We won" Auba said entering the living room "Was he very whiny?"

"No, he wasn't"

"You'll get rid of him soon" he said "She's Alyhsa, my wife"

"I'm Adela, it's nice to meet you" I said shaking her hand. "And you must be Curtis" I said kneeling in front of the boy"

He nooded and flashed me a smile, he was wearing a little BVB kit and I thought it was reallly cute. Both of them were really nice and we had a great dinner together, I really liked Alysha since he seemed more down to earth than Cathy, even though I liked Cathy really much too. And Curtis was just the cutest litte boy – appart from Nico – and he was really well-behaved and asked me to play with me after eating using Nico's toys.