Altan Trengsin was doomed from the start. Mans had death flags written all over him, alongside all the regular red ones. And even after, he haunted the narrative, never letting go, forever ingrained in every step the others took, every action and decision and planned move. Everywhere they went, he was there. He became the epitome of rage, the incarnation of pure, unbridled fury. He came close to being a god, yet found that he was so incredibly human, so incapable of ever crossing the line into divinity (for his immense shortcomings rivaled his immense strength) that he was unable. He was set up for failure when he needed to win the most. He was let down by everything he ever put his faith into. He became anger. He became vengeance. Never in his life did he know the warmth of love, the comfort of reciprocated acts of kindness, the selflessness in caring and being cared for. And when he was faced with it he still couldn't understand. When he saw a glimpse of it he realized he had no place for that in his heart, for all left inside was charred bone and ash. And by "no place for that in his heart" I don't mean he didn't want it. Of course he wanted it. Though he wanted revenge a bit more. He had no place for selfless love in his heart the same way a body rejects medicine, viscerally, unconsciously, unwillingly, because it is incapable of carrying that with him, because it is a foreign thing he's never known, and it's far too late for assimilation. He tried. The phoenix knows he tried.
UGH I wanna study him like a bug
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Someone stole your art and gave it to AI: https://www.tumblr.com/wildernesswonderquest87blog/759390829915914240/sevenart-ai-images?source=share
Thank you so much for the heads-up! I suppose I'll take additional measures of protection, like glazing, of my art from now on, was a mistake on my own part.
Otherwise, to my utter disappointment, and I cannot believe I need to state this... to make this absolutely crystal clear: no, I do NOT give permission to anyone putting my art through generative AI.
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wip wednesday
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another nsfw car smut snippet bc I need to finish this before I get back to writing anything else haha
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He tries to wrap his arms around Buck’s neck to continue making out with him, but then he hits his elbow against the door and it’s loud, and he winces, which Buck feels and pulls away. It doesn’t really hurt, to be honest, it was more surprising. With Buck, he could forget all about their surroundings wherever they’d be.
“You okay?” Buck asks with concern mixed with amusement. Eddie just nods impatiently and tries to get back to kissing. Buck indulges him, laughing. “Don’t have enough yet?” he murmurs.
“Of you? Never.” one of Eddie’s hands travels down Buck’s back, feeling the strong muscles under his shirt and desperately needing to feel his skin instead of the fabric, until it reaches his waistband, slipping under it and cupping Buck’s ass. “I need you.” he whispers.
“You got me.” Buck responds amusedly, playfully nipping at Eddie’s bottom lip. “I’m literally right here, baby.” his tone is teasing, as he kisses down Eddie’s jaw. Eddie pinches his asscheek, making him yelp in surprise and laugh.
“Okay, smartass.” he rolls his eyes. “I meant, I need more of you. I need you inside me.” he almost moans, his asshole clenching over nothing, so eager to have it filled and stretched and thoroughly fucked. Shit, he’s so horny tonight.
“Oh, you do, huh?” Buck pulls away enough to look at him, hungry look in his eyes. “Think we should get home first?”
“Isn’t this fun, though?” Eddie gives him a shit-eating grin, and Buck just chuckles, leaning in to kiss him again.
“So much fun.” he says into the kiss. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” he finally says what Eddie’s been wanting to hear. “But you have to give me a minute to, uh- recharge. And, uh-” he pushes himself up again, shifting uncomfortably, still kneeling on his seat and leaning over, and only now does it occur to Eddie that it’s best if they change positions. The small space of a car might not be perfect for two big guys to have sex, but, well, it’s fun, and they’re making it work. He has no intention of stopping kissing Buck until he gets properly fucked, which means no driving for now. He says so to Buck, who just bursts out laughing. “You have no idea how much I fucking love you.” he breathes out, looking at Eddie with so much softness and adoration (...).
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So, it's been a million years since I've done any real writing, but I was toying around with potential descriptions for one of my dnd campaigns, and I'm really proud of how it turned out:
tw for graphic description of an injury
Every inch of [Rook's] back and shoulders is raw, covered in dozens, maybe hundreds, of small cuts. They overlap and merge so that his entire back is one giant wound. But you can't even get a good look at the cuts, because they are covered by a thick layer of dried blood, almost black in some places.
This will be part of the description the party gets upon seeing Rook for the first time after he was kidnapped by Captain Wolf, and dear god I can't wait to see their reactions both in and out of character. :)))
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