#making this made me realize i suck at drawing stars

[lovelyjj]

💔

Having JJ as your boyfriend was exhilarating. There was never a dull moment. You loved each other with every fiber of your being. The two of you were soulmates, destined to be together. JJ brought out the best in you. JJ wanted to be a better man for you because you deserved the world. You have been dating for a while now. It was nothing short of amazing. Not only did you love each other, you wanted a future together.

Your sex life was truly unbelievable. It was mind blowing. JJ was a expert. He knew your body like the back of his hand. He always made you feel comfortable and listened to what felt good. Having sex with JJ was magical. Two people making love and enjoying each other’s company. JJ did his best to make you happy and focused on your pleasure.

The two of were in JJ’s room at the château, lounging in JJ’s bed. JJ was tracing shapes on your thigh. You were cuddling. Both of you were enjoying the peacefulness of the evening. JJ breaks the silence by saying, “I love you so much baby, so glad I have you by my side.” “I love you too,” you replied. JJ cups your face and leans in for a kiss. Your lips crush together in a messy kiss. JJ feels so lucky to have you. He feels his heart beat faster. Your stomach does little flips and you feel tingly as you make out.

JJ’s tongue slides into your mouth. Your tongues dance together as you kiss. “Need you so bad baby,” JJ pulls back a little and whispers over your lips. You smile at his words and run a hand through his hair. “Can I take this off?” JJ asks pulling at your shirt. “Yes.”

JJ removes your shirt leaving you in your lacey black bra. Then JJ takes off his shirt revealing his toned abs. You place your hands on his stomach and run your fingers over his abs causing JJ to chuckle. JJ starts to kiss your neck sucking deep purple marks onto your skin. JJ pushed your bra straps off your shoulders and unclipped it. He kissed both of your breasts and massaged them with his hands.

You arched your back pushing your boobs into JJ’s hand and let out a soft moan. “Need to be inside you,” JJ pants. You nod your head and remove your shorts. JJ slides his pants off along with his boxers. You lay on your back as JJ hovers over you. He lines his cock at your entrance. “Ready for me baby?”

“Yes.” JJ slowly entered you with a deep groan. He gives you a minute to adjust before he moves. Then JJ pulls all the way out just to slam back in. He sets a brutal pace as he fucks you deep and raw. You squeezed around him and JJ saw stars. “You feel so good,” JJ exclaimed.

JJ easily slid in and out with how wet you were. You could tell he was getting close with the way his dick was twitching. He could tell you were getting close because your walls were spasming. “I’m gonna cum,” JJ breathed.

“Give it to me,” you begged. JJ thrusted again and again as he released deep inside you. “Oh god, baby… Yes… Tiffany… Yes…” JJ yelled as he came. He continued to move through his release drawing it out.

“Who is Tiffany?” You paused absolutely shocked and sick to your stomach.

JJ freezes, realizes his mistake. His eyes widen as he processes what he just said. “Oh god, I’m so sorry Tiffany was my ex. We broke up years ago.” He looks at you with a pained expression. “Please forgive me.”

“JJ what the fuck?!” You were furious. How could he have done this to you. You thought he loved you.

JJ pulls out and puts some sweats on. He starts pacing the room. "I don't know what came over me. It was a slip of the tongue, I swear. Tiffany and I haven't been together in so long. You mean everything to me."

“Hmm,” you speak.

He stands still, running a hand through his hair in distress. "I know I messed up badly. Calling out her name while making love to you... It's unforgivable. I'm so sorry." He looks at you imploringly. "Can you tell me what you're thinking?"

“Im thinking how can you love me when your thinking about another girl. how can this happen? i thought you loved me and only me now i’m not so sure.”

His expression turns agonized. "No, no, baby, please don't think that. I love you with all my heart. Tiffany is just a ghost from my past. I never loved her the way I love you. Please, please believe me. I'm begging you."

“I’ll have to think about it.”

He nods solemnly, his heart breaking. "I understand. I've given you reason to doubt me and that kills me. Take all the time you need to think. I'll be here, hoping and praying that you'll forgive me someday. I never meant to hurt you. You're my whole world.”

You stand up and get dressed. “I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

He watches helplessly as you walk to the couch, his heart heavy with sorrow. "Baby, please... Don't do this. We can talk, work through this together. The couch is not the answer." He follows you, kneeling beside the couch.

“I think i just need some space.” You admit.

“Oh um okay, I’ll be just in the next room if you need me, again i’m so sorry,” JJ replied sadly. He never felt so guilty and ashamed.

JJ went to sleep that night thinking of ways he could prove to you he loved you and to win you back. He couldn’t loose you and that’s what scared him the most. He didn’t think he would survive loosing you.

[totheblood]

i keep thinking about infatuated ellie.. like LOVESTRUCK, nervous, giddy ellie, and ik you’ll do her so much justice

a/n: ik this is from weeks ago but i'm writing some headcanons and would appreciate if u guys could send some more! i also need to note the ai audio i made of joel was inspired by my talented friend saz who had the idea to make a joel ai and have him and ellie interact, her fics are amazing and i believe she will be making her own ellie fic w a joel audio so pls folllow her and read her work! her @ is @dyk3ification also i wrote this in whole foods before my class so if it sucks... thats why.. ai audios at the end! also pls interact w me and my work it makes me so happy ily bye!

lovestruck!ellie headcanons

ellie is 100%, certifiably, and downright a hardcore lover to her core

when she’s crushing on you she is the type to take anything you do as a sign that you like her back

she’d be like “no, dina, but when she held the door she looked back at me and smiled… who does that?”

“polite people?”

or if you’re sitting next to her in class and she drops her pen, the minute you reach down to pick it up for her she’s imagining your future together

she would just secretly pine after you for as long as she can, way too nervous to work up the courage to ask you out

she’s the type to journal about you, draw you, think that it was weird, and rip it out of her journal

but she’s too sentimental to throw it away so she’d just tuck it into a box in the back of her closet

she’s so observant about the things you do

just by sitting next to you, she knows your favorite movie, your favorite place to eat, and your favorite flowers

(she writes all of this down in case she one day works up the courage to ask you out)

when you do finally start talking she would go out of her way to go to the things you invite her too

for example, you invited her to a GSA mixer (something she wouldn’t attend on her own) at a time when she was working

she called out sick just to attend and talk to you for a total of fifteen minutes

it’s totally worth it to her cause you hugged her twice (she counted)

she does insanely stupid shit like going out of her way to get you your favorite coffee from this very specific place half an hour from campus.

“oh, ellie you didn’t have to do this. thank you so much! let me pay you back.” you’re reaching into your bag looking for your wallet

“oh, it’s no big deal i was in the area,” she was nowhere close to the area. “and it didn’t cost that much,” it was an 8-dollar cup of coffee. “maybe we could go together sometime?”

ellie doesn’t even realize she’s asked you out by the time you’re agreeing with a huge smile plastered on your face

the date goes well, so you ask her on another and another… and another

before she knows it you’re her girlfriend and she can’t shut up about it

she’ll try to manipulate conversations just so she can say the phrase “my girlfriend”

she’s at the movies with jesse and dina and with every preview of a horror movie shes like, “oh, i think my girlfriend would love this movie.”

the barista at the coffee shop makes her latte too sweet and she’s all like, “i wish my girlfriend was here so i could give her this.”

she’s also the type to call you and find out where you are just so she could deliver you her very sweet latte that she knows you would enjoy

she’s also the type to brag about any accomplishments of yours to everyone

“oh yea, my girlfriend won some academic award. she’s such a genius.”

she’s the type to whenever you’re together she would just be staring at you and you’re like, “what?”

“nothing… you’re just so pretty. i’m so lucky.”

there’s not a day that goes by that she doesn’t make you feel like you put the moon and the stars in the sky

all of her weekly calls with joel have become her ranting about how much she loves you

“ellie, all you do is talk about this girl. when am i going to get the chance to meet her?”

“soon, i hope. i think you will really like her. she’s fuckin perfect, joel, i swear.”

“so i’ve heard.”

ai audios:

[aeferfckr]

sigh,,, body worship with abyss!aether,,, that’s it thats the post

cw. body worship. fluffy fluffy smut. fem/afab!reader (im actually the one in the drabble). fem nicknames (sweet girl, angel, etc) cunnulingus. the slighest hint of asshole!aether. literally 666 words happy halloween.

he would be so soft, so gentle. his ungloved hands tracing the delicate curve of your abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. his lips quickly following suite.

he lifts his head to kiss your forehead, then slowly makes his way down. your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your lips (which he slightly lingers on), your cheeks, chin, neck, collarbone, nothing goes untouched by him

he only stops to focus on your rising and falling chest, taking a moment to stare at them. eventually he leans down to lick and suck on your left nipple as it shyly comes out of its home. as one hand plays and massage the other breast, the other draws shapes around your waist.

his mouth and his arm switches as he uses his teeth to softly twist the buds, your melted, practically liquid form from before stiffens up as his teeth made contact. soft sighs turn into whiney moans as you squirm in his grasp.

“no no no, sweet girl, relax.” he coos "it's all about you tonight.."

way easier said than done when every touch sends electricity straight down your spine. he resumes his prevoius administrations as his hands roam down to your vulva. he cups it as your mouth falls open.

“do you like it when i touch you here, angel?” he lifts his head from your boobs to say, his index prodding and lightly tapping at your clit.

“yhh,, yes.. please touch me there.”

he chuckles “there’s no need to beg sweet girl, i don’t have a single reason to not give you what you need”

his pace is slow, painstakingly slow. he slowly lifts your legs to reveal your glistening cunt, he slowly rubs his thumbs over your inner thighs, he slowly licks his lips and coats his fingers with your slick, slowly bringing it to your bud to slowly start massaging it. he’s driving you up a fucking wall.

you were about to tell him to speed up then he inserts one finger into you. the small stretch and the friction of his battle kissed fingers made your jaw drop and a guttural moan escape your lips.

aether laughs as he twists his thumb to press on your clit

"you sound so cute, my love. never hide your sounds from me"

he stops his attack on your bundle of nerves and lowers himself onto you. removing his finger, he licks a flat stripe up your vagina. the wet muscle causes your toes to curl and your hands to fly to his head.

he circles his tongue around your clit, suckling on it. one finger became two as he steadily pumped himself into you, twisting and exploring to look for the specific spot that makes you scream. his other hand roamed your body to tweak your erect nipple.

you were on cloud nine. no, beyond that. stratosphere ten? ugh, forget it. at the end of the day you felt great. you were too drunk on pleasure, too hypnotized by aether's onslaught on your pussy. you didn't even realize (nor did you care about) the clear line a drool coming out the side of your mouth.

you release came like a crashing wave, your legs close over aether's head as your hands grab at his hair. your mouth hangs open and you scream as your back arches off the bed. aether doesn't stop though, going slower to help you ride out your orgasm.

you pant heavily as your vision clears. you blink away tears and the dizziness to be met with aether licking his fingers and wiping off his mouth.

"my love, my star, you did so well.." he leans over to kiss you once more.

"allow me to continue to pleasure you."

your mind wasn't fully recovered enough to process the last statement in time, because the next thing you know another bolt of pleasure courses through your veins.

you scream out his name out of pleasure and the slightest bit of annoyance.

aeferfckr.

[tragedybunny]

Pretty Baby 2

༺Summary༻

Astarion is a brat on several occasions and is duly punished for it. In between, he and Mommy (Fina) deal with some emotional issues.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Tav

༺Warnings༻ NSFW - PiV Sex, Anal Play, Femdom, Mommy Kink, Feminization, Forced Orgasm, Chastity Cage, Porn with Feelings, Porn streaming, Pegging, Astarion being a brat

༺Word Count༻ 3783

༺A/N༻

So, it's chapter 2 of a fic I never planned to write. Lol. And somewhow now we've got plot and feelings involved. Hope you all enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing it. And huge thank you to the best of betas and friends, @icybluepenguin

The chat is populated by Tav's and other characters from my friends, they all helped makes this a delight.

Check out two similar fics if you dig mine. Decadent Torture and Careless Whisper

Read On AO3 Chapter 1

“Hush, a little more, then your punishment is over.” I let go of his cock, turn off the plug vibrating in his ass, and give him a short reprieve. 

Drawing gasping breaths, he looks up at me with pleading, tear filled eyes. God, his eyes are pretty; startling crimson, soft, and round. Normally, I cave when they're all watery like this. But not tonight - tonight is for lessons. 

I play with the little pink bow on his white thigh high stocking. Leaving him with only those, his white bra, and of course his collar, made him such a fetching picture for our little teaching session.

He'd spent most of the night on his knees in the naughty corner, those stockings peeking out of his pleated white skirt, a little pink cashmere sweater completing his look. I'd posted a few pictures that had his audience nice and worked up.

Demi_g0ddess: oh looks like Little Star was very bad today can’t wait to see what Mommy does to the little brat Bookworm420: didn’t realize Mommy was a thicc queen this might be too much for my ovaries

The chat had been crowded when we set up for the stream. Before the camera went on, I told him what to take off and how to prep, but not what I was planning. 

We went live and I made him give a little introduction. 

“I've had a very bad attitude lately and Mommy wants to make sure I'm thoroughly punished, so she's letting you all watch.” Every word was said petulantly as he leaned into playing the brat. 

Ari147: wonder what he did… Drag-onme: who cares, as long we get to watch the aftermath BardlockLongdick: is that a leather couch animal cruelty is not sexy.

“Go on,” I prompted, gesturing for him to get ready. 

The clothes he stripped were folded and set to the side, the chat cheering him on. When he kneeled down, I handed him a vibrating plug that made his eyes go wide. 

“Mommy, please…” he pleaded, but obediently went to work prepping and inserting it, cheeks flushed a deep red. I let him position himself in my lap, head propped on the arm of the couch. Then I started typing, Astarion watching with dawning horror.  

Mommy: Little Star has been an absolute brat about wearing a chastity cage while I’m out of town, because he wouldn’t be able to touch himself. So, tonight, I’m making him come as many times as I think he can handle. 

Demonbbyy: poor little thing got himself into a lot of trouble  TestyZesty: Mommy is way too nice about it but I’m still going to watch.

And here we were- Astarion, covered in his own semen, whimpering in my arms. I drag my finger along his cock, and he sucks in a shuddering breath. One more and I think he’ll have learned his lesson. I push the button on the remote for the plug.

“Fuck,” he whines the word. 

Penguino: aww, Mommy, I think he’s had enough  TestyZesty: nah, he’s still coherent  keep going Demi_g0ddess: Zesty, we’re sharing a brain cell  DrowDaddy: this chat is very mean tonight

I put a generous coating of lube on my hand and begin to work his shaft again. He pants and moans, desperate sounds falling from his lips as he builds to another orgasm. 

The chat continues to go feral as he whines and cries. I'm gentle this last round, languidly rubbing, letting the plug do its work. “That's it, one more for me. You've been so good for your punishment.”

He squirms at the praise, tearfully whimpering, hips weakly bucking as I take him to climax again. My other hand turns up the intensity on the plug. 

“Pleeeease,” he cries, voice ragged.

Another spurt of cum and he goes limp. I turn off the plug and lean down to kiss his sweat soaked forehead, letting him recover for a moment. He's so pretty like this, spent and helpless in my lap.  “Now, are you ready to apologize for being such a little brat the past couple of days?” 

He doesn't hesitate. “I'm sorry, Mommy,” he whimpers, tears running down his face. 

“Good baby. Almost done.” 

He tenses. “But...”

“Shh. They get to see because of the attitude.” He makes a noise. “Don't turn this into a spanking session,” I warn and he gets quiet. 

I take a warm, moist towel I'd set up earlier and clean up his pretty cock. The chat is losing it. 

KneelForMeSweets: and we get to see the cage  can he act up every night 

It's a pretty pink little chastity cage, just perfect for him. I slide the ring on first, then put the tube over his cock before locking it down. He's so quiet, I can hear every breath and the sniffles he's still fighting. 

Once they get a good look, I shut down the stream. 

Mommy: I'm going to go get this little brat cleaned up. Hopefully, he's learned his lesson.

Bitchybambi: I hope not, I want to see what you do next  KneelForMeSweets: she can DM me for ideas.

I kill the video and give him a proper kiss as he clings to me, spent and shivering. “Come on, you. Bath time.”

Astarion is unusually quiet during our aftercare session, and when he's settled into bed in a pair of oversized pajamas, I pull him close, and he snuggles into my neck on instinct. 

“You know, if you think it's too much to wear it, you don't have to.” I run my fingers through his curls and cover his face in soft kisses. He's done stints in the cage before, but I'm starting to doubt myself on this one. It would kill me to ever hurt him for real. 

He doesn't move; if anything, he burrows deeper into the crook of my neck. “It's not, and I am sorry for being a pain. It's just…”

He makes a small, frustrated noise and I keep petting him. “Take your time.” 

For a few minutes, he just takes shaky breaths, and then he speaks. “It’s this whole going back to school thing. I'm nervous, and you're going to be gone for the next two days. And what if this is a dumb idea and I can't do it.”

“It's not a dumb idea, you really like fashion design, baby. And why do you think you can't do it?” 

“Remember the last time I was in school? I failed out.” 

“Astarion, you didn't want to be a lawyer and you hated law school. You only went because Caz-” I feel him tense in my arms, “because he made you.” 

“I know.” He sounds teary again. “But it doesn't mean I don't feel stupid.”

“Love, my pretty little wife, you are not stupid. You’re capable and creative. And you know I won’t have time on this stupid team building trip, otherwise I’d bring you with.” 

“Still going to miss you, though.” 

“I know, baby. I’ll be back before you know it.”

The next morning, Astarion drives me to the airport. I put the keys for his collar and the cage in my jewelry box in case of an emergency or if it’s too much for him. It's cold and rainy, and he’s adorable in oversize sweats with sleepy eyes. After he unloads my bag, I pull him in for a hug and feel it pressed against me. A wave of lust courses through me; I can’t wait to come back and have a nice little session with him. 

“Call me when you land, Fina.” 

I don’t know if he realizes how much I’ll miss him. Astarion and I have rarely been apart since we met in grad school. It's just as hard on me to get on that plane and be without him.

We get one quick call before I’m off to the first of many “activities” the firm planned. I can’t be too angry about it, they pay a ton, and it finances my trophy wife’s lifestyle. I tell Astarion I’ll call him after dinner and karaoke hour. 

The whole day isn't that tortuous, and most of my coworkers get into the spirit of things for karaoke. I still make my exit as soon as I can to get some time in with Astarion. 

To my surprise, I see he's streaming. Sprawled out on the bed in a sheer black satin chemise that's ridden up his thighs enough to show off his beautifully caged cock. 

Instead of anything salacious, he's painting his nails. Not every stream is as action filled as last night. Some of them are just mundane things like now. I can’t fault the audience, I'd still pay to see him too, if he wasn’t mine already. I slide into the chat without announcing myself. 

Ari147: nothing fun tonight? :( 

“I’m afraid not, darling. If I don’t get any fun, neither do you.” He blows a cheeky kiss to the camera, and readjusts, spreading his legs more. One hand idly traces unpainted nails along a thigh while he blows on the ones he just painted. 

He’s such a filthy little tease. 

Mommy: glad to see you’re behaving yourself tonight

He sits up straighter, eyes lighting up. “Hi, Mommy. Missing all this?” His hand climbs higher, running up his abdomen to his chest. 

Demonbbyy: if she isn’t, I’ll take him   Mommy: settle yourselves down

Astarion leans over, getting on all fours to look directly into the camera, licking his lips. “Well, are you?” he pouts. 

Mommy: you know I am, and I’ll prove it when I get home 

His breath hitches. “That’s all for tonight, darlings. I want to give Mommy all my… attention.” 

The stream goes blank and he’s video-calling me seconds later. “Hi.” He smiles giddily. “I thought you might be a little later.”

“What can I say, I do actually miss you a lot. How was your day?”

We chat for a while and I watch him finish his nails, still in his chemise, which hides nothing as he shifts around. He seems less nervous about the school situation, which I chalk up to actually talking about it. 

“Alright, I should probably get to sleep. I’ll call you in the morning.” 

The morning call goes smooth enough, but the day is filled with seminars and an afternoon paintball session. Why do HR departments always think that’s a good idea? Astarion starts texting me around lunch, chatty little messages that I don’t have time to properly answer. Then the attitude creeps in. 

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk to me.”

“I. Am. Busy. Astarion. I’ll call after dinner.”

I forgot dinner is an awards banquet that traps me for longer than I’d anticipated. It never seems to end, and I start trying to text him during it. No response, and a part of me begins to stress that he’s not doing well. He’d tell me though if he wasn’t, I’m pretty sure. 

I practically run up to my room after dinner, skipping the cocktail hour after and all the great networking. All because he has me nearly panicked with worry. So of course, when he doesn’t answer his phone, I’m furious to find him on stream. 

He’s not actually wearing anything, sitting on the plush white rug, a cozy glow from the fireplace providing ambient lighting.

BaasaNova: weren’t you supposed to be in a chastity cage while Mommy is gone 

He gives his hard cock a firm stroke and moans dramatically, red eyes dancing with mischief. “If I’m getting ignored, I’m not going to listen. Besides, she’s busy, so what she doesn’t know isn’t going to hurt her.”

Bookworm420: this seems like a bad idea I don't want to see you get in trouble. 

It isn’t about disobeying me, or any other kink related thing. He really thinks I’d ignore him on purpose. And that stings like nothing else I've ever felt. 

I wait and lurk while he continues to touch himself. He's bubbly and flamboyant, basking in the praise of the chat. Normally, I'd be entranced by his hand working that gorgeous shaft, now I'm getting more furious. 

Finally, with an exaggerated cry, he comes all over himself. While his hand gives a few more lazy pumps, he glances at the chat. 

Mommy: I hope that was worth it 

His eyes get wide and he sits up straight. “Shit.” 

The stream dies just as he starts calling me.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…” he whimpers before I can say anything.

“Astarion,” I cut him off. “I want you to know that I still love you and that isn't going to change. But I'm so hurt and angry right now that you could decide I would ignore you on purpose.”

“Please, I just…” 

“No, we're not going to talk about this now. I'm going to give you until I get home tomorrow to get your thoughts together. But right now I'm too angry to talk to you. So I'm going to go to bed and will call you in the morning.”

 He sobs. “No, stay on the phone with me. Please, Fina.”

I sigh and relent. “I love you, Star.”

We lay in silence for a long time, the occasional sniffle coming from his end. Finally, I'm too exhausted and have to sleep, and reluctantly tell him goodnight.  

There's a subdued call in the morning and I tell him I'll get a cab at the airport, I don't think he should be driving while that upset. Then I'm on the way home. The anger has mostly worn off but this stunt of his still hurts. 

When I get home, hev hasn't left the bed, completely naked, almost hiding under the covers. I don't even think twice before getting under them with him and pulling him to me.

“I'm sorry,” he says softly into my neck, reminding me so much of the day we first kissed. The day I'd needed to take care of him after what Cazador had done to him. 

“I know. Tell me what happened.” I bury my face in his curls and kiss his head. 

“I started getting nervous again and started to panic, and I wanted to talk to you. And I got upset that I couldn't. I know you wouldn't just ignore me.”

“Then why didn't you say you were anxious? I could have made time if I had known you were panicking.”

“I didn't want you to think I was weak. Especially after you told me that you believed in me.”

“Astarion, love, you are always going to be one of the strongest people I've ever met.” My hands rub his back, fingers finding the scars of years of his adopted father's “discipline.” “I'm sorry too, I think I pushed you into something you didn't need while you were nervous. Even if you said you were alright with it.” 

He gets quiet for a moment before answering. “It isn’t your fault. You’re always the best you can be to me.” 

“Still, maybe we should take a break from some of the more performative things.” I feel him tense and kiss his cheek to reassure him. 

“No, it makes me so happy to be like that, to be so completely yours. Don’t take that away.” 

“Let's talk some more tomorrow. There's no need to rush anything.”

“Alright. And, well, you did say that you were going to show me how much you missed me?” His voice pitches soft and breathy. 

“Astarion, you horny little gremlin,” I tease. 

“Please, Mommy. I know I was very naughty, but don't I deserve a little treat?” 

I already feel slick between my legs, even if I'm not sure that I should let him do this. 

“I know what you're thinking, but I can handle some relatively vanilla sex right now. I want to be loved.” He gives me his best wide-eyed pleading look. 

“Alright, baby.” 

I sit up, and he helps me undress, leaving kisses wherever he can reach. My hand reaches out to wrap around his stiffened cock and give a few languid strokes. I catch his eyes wandering down to my breasts with naked longing. 

Relatively vanilla, he said.

“Come here.” 

I lay back, and he follows, slotting between my legs. His cock pushes into me as his lips latch onto a nipple, and he sucks frantically. “There you go.” I stroke his hair, and he starts fucking me with wild, desperate thrusts. “That's what you needed, huh, baby.”

He whines and sucks harder, teeth scraping until pleasure blends with pain. Molten heat builds in my core with each snap of his hips, and I doubt either of us will last long. 

“So good for me,” I pant as I feel myself contract around him and my body tingle with bliss. That does it, and he gives one last jerky thrust as I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him in tight to take every drop of him. 

He collapses on top of me, still suckling, and I let him stay that way, fucked and comforted.

After a very nice Saturday in our pajamas, we talk and settle some things between us. Astarion is still very nervous about school in a couple of weeks, but doesn't want to change the things he loves about our relationship. He even insists on punishment for his bad behavior.

We agree on three days with the chastity cage, the two he originally was supposed to have and one extra. No clothing at home, so I can see it at all times. It kills me not being able to play with my wife's pretty cock. But you know, discipline hurts me more than it hurts him, or something.  

And at the end of the third day, a very serious lesson. So, I arrange something special, to be shared with his audience, like he shared his misbehavior. He's been waiting in the bedroom while I set things up.

“Safe word, wifey,” I order when I come to collect him. 

He stares at my too short, black latex dress with my pale pink strap-on visible where it rides up over my thighs, and blushes. “Objection.” 

“Good, baby.” I lead him to the living room where the camera is already at the right angle to watch as I bend him over the couch arm, pushing his face into the cushion right next to the waiting paddle. I watch him shiver with anticipation and spare a glance at the chat. They’re in rare form tonight. 

DM_ME_UR_SYRUP: Back from my two week ban just in time.  Thornyonmain: Hggnnnnnn, god he looks so good like that am I enjoying the impending pain too much Bitchybambi: Nah, he's asked for this  Demi_g0ddess : You're so right, bestie Penguino: Aww, you guys, have a little sympathy

Picking up the paddle, I run it over the curve of his ass and hear him whimper. My hand pushes down on his back, commanding and reassuring. The first smack is light and I give him a moment. He trembles but says nothing. 

Another one, slightly harder, he whines but doesn’t say anything. I keep going, watching his pale skin burst into red blossoms with each impact. I can feel him shaking under my hand and hear when he starts to cry. 

“You’re being so good,” I coo.

He sobs in response. It’s been awhile since he had a serious spanking session. I keep whispering praise as I go, letting him know how well he’s doing, how much I love him. He’s a teary mess when I’m done, and I can feel the warmth coming from his skin. 

“I’m sorry I was naughty, Mommy,” he whines through tears.

“Shh, shh, I know. I think you deserve a little reward for taking the punishment so well.”

l take the lube I have waiting and coat my fingers. He whines for a totally different reason when I spread him open and push a finger inside his tight hole.

“Fuck,” he mewls when the second one enters. 

He pants through clenched teeth while I work them inside of him, getting him ready to take me. Each stretch and flex draws a new noise and when he’s ready, I coat the strap in lube and press the tip of it against his entrance. Even with a stinging ass, he rolls his hips into it, desperate and needy. 

I gave him a little playful smack on the marks darkening to bruises. “Behave.” 

He yelps but stills. Slowly, I slide it into him, relishing each little moan as I fill him. Then my hips rock, and I thrust deeply, before stilling again. 

“Please,” he begs, desperately. 

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, Mommy.” 

I reward him with another deep thrust, and began to move my hips with a quick rhythm. Under me, Astarion is losing himself, keening wails and pleading whimpers accompany my every movement. 

I'm aware just how achingly empty I am; later we’ll take care of me. Right now, I focus on making him properly blissed out. 

I know his cock is straining against the cage, leaking helplessly, as he reaches the edge. My fingers dig into his hips and I fuck him as deep as I can until a wordless shout rips from him and his whole body is shaking again. I press my hips tight to his, as deep into him as I can while his orgasm ebbs away with multiple whimpers, only pulling out when he’s stilled. 

Turning back, I give the chat a good-bye and end the stream.

SquidDomme: He has in fact not learned anything DrowDaddyG: I think he'll try to be better, he's such a sweet boy BardlockLongdick: Maybe you all should try opening a Bible instead of this website DM_ME_UR_SYRUP: Anyone know how I can get an air horn noise to play in chat (I'm joking, please don't ban me again)

Then I remove the strap-on and save it for later clean up. “Come here, wifey,” I say, sitting on the couch. 

Sluggishly, he obeys, coming to rest his head in my lap. I run my fingers through his hair and let him come  down from the experience. 

“I love you,” he murmurs into my thighs.

“I love you too. No more bratty behavior, right?” 

I feel the little smirk he makes. “Absolutely, lesson learned.” 

We both know he's lying, but I trust none of it will be super hurtful again. “Good little wife.”

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[bogkeep]

i remember the shift, when i went from being "some random kid online who likes to draw" to "popular fanartist within a small community". it was on the fan forum for a webcomic nearly a decade ago. i had been posting my art on tumblr for a couple years already, usually getting between 0 and 15 notes on each, with a couple exceptions here and there. as you can probably imagine, being an awkward queer and autistic teen had never made me feel particularly popular before. i wasn't really lonely, personally, though many of my peers are and were, but the idea of many people actively wanting to be my friend and thinking i was genuinely cool - that was incredibly novel.

i have always loved getting attention for my work and find people interested in what i have to say. like, who doesn't? it was a very fulfilling and inspiring experience when it started happening to me on a regular basis, to the point where i could expect it. i went from being constantly apologetic about how annoying i imagined myself to be to others, to feeling confident that at least some people were excited to have me around. absolutely revolutionary to realize that people weren't just pretending to like me, they liked me for realsies, and that putting myself out there and being sincere and genuine in my enthusiasm and interest was actually a positive trait many people valued. wild!!!!!!!!

when you come from a place like that, of course you try to be everyone's friend. that's the scarcity mindset. you have to hold on to every friendship ever offered to you because it's such a rare and precious thing and you don't know when or even if it might happen again. but if you get Popular, well, at some point you learn that you can only nurture so many friendships at once, and that you can't click with everyone. like, it only makes sense. but it sucks!! learning the necessity of rejecting people and letting them down is a harrowing journey, but one that must be made.

there's many deeply lonely people out there, especially online, a space of Connection. connections to other people are so good and necessary and being lonely is an awful thing to be. this means there's a lot of people who can't even imagine not wanting more friends, let alone not be constantly looking for some. it's always a bit of a tragedy when a Very Lonely Person tries to attach themselves to someone Socially Overencumbered, as that's highly unlikely to end satisfyingly for anyone involved.

anyway, i think capital f Fame is like that, but times a hundred thousand. it's deeply fascinating to me how Fame is treated as this deeply aspirational state when it's proven again and again to be a cruel and abusive mistress. like, i understand - don't we all want some attention, some validation, for someone to recognise us on the street with stars in their eyes, like OH you're the COOL PERSON who did the COOL THING and i want nothing more than a HUG and a SELFIE and also i made you this HAND MADE GIFT and PAINTED A PORTRAIT OF YOU... that's the dream, isn't it!! to be recognized for your skill, to be admired, desired! THAT'S WHAT EVERYONE WANTS, ISN'T IT.

but it isn't.

there's a limit to everything. there's a whole spectrum of Getting Attention and Validation between "literally everybody ignores you and everything you do" and "paparazzi follow you everywhere you go" - and i can promise that you can find a lot of fulfilment and joy on the lower end of that scale. it's difficult to explain sometimes, especially to people who get No Attention - it's like telling someone who is starving that the most expensive restaurant in town isn't really worth the hassle, a good affordable sandwich will make you so much happier, trust me. like maybe it's just personal preference and what i can personally tolerate! but i had merely a whiff, a crumb of what they serve at that place, and it's Not That Good. easy for me to say huh!!!!

i'm basically a nobody on the wider web, but i've still had my fair share of unpleasant stranger interactions both of the rude and overly familiar variations. i've been treated as a commodity rather than a person. i've been put on a pedestal and dragged through the mud by the same people. it kinda sucks!! and i don't want to tell people that they should never ever put themselves and their art out there because people might be cruel, because that shouldn't be the expectation! yet for some reason, it is!!!! people experiencing Fame have to deal with all kinds of inhumanely horrible things literally no human person is equipped to experience. many people say that's the price people pay for fame, but that's said by people who haven't experienced even a Fraction of the stochastic terrorism an Audience can do to you if they choose. not all attention is good attention.

i know none of this is a fresh new hot take. i know we all know stalking is unethical and traumatic. but i am still so fascinated by the divide between people who don't understand why anyone would reject any form of adoration and those who have to work very, very hard to keep their boundaries intact.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @lulusplaycorner

warnings: alpha/omega relationship, heat, sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, biting, blood, Elwood gets a little aggressive, breeding kink

AN: Story under the cut

I whined as I heard the front door bang open followed by a quite swear as Elwood tried to close the door. All sound stopped for a second before I heard his briefcase hit the floor and the door slam shut again. His footsteps hurried through the house as he neared the bedroom.

"Alpha!" I whimpered as Elwood stopped briefly in the kitchen to grab something and I heard his shoes hit the floor near the bathroom. "Alpha please!" He appeared in the doorway, eyes zeroing in on where my hand was pressed between my legs. I panted as I weakly orgasmed. With a growl, Elwood ripped his suit off. He rushed to the bed and yanked my hand away.

"Omega. You do not touch what is mine." He growled as he leaned over me. I whined weakly as I reached out for him, nearly purring when he laid down on top of me and nosed at the mark that had been on my neck since the start of our relationship. "Mine." He groaned. Elwood pumped himself a few times before slamming into me. I screamed, clinging to him.

"Thank you Alpha." I moaned as I clung to his back. The muscles shifted under my fingers and I keened at the feeling. Elwood sucked on my mark as he plowed into me.

"Bad little Omega." Elwood ground out. "Should have called me. Why didn't you call me when your heat hit? I would have come home. I could have been here sooner. I should have been here sooner." My head tilted back as I felt his knot brush against me. "Answer me Omega." I whined as Elwood bit my neck, licking up the blood that pooled over the mark.

"Didn't want to interrupt the tour." I whimpered. "Didn't want to bring you home early. Didn't know..." I sighed as Elwood kissed along my jawline. "Didn't realize it was coming. Too busy getting ready for you to come home."

"What day is it?" Elwood growled, pulling back to look at me. "How long have you been in heat?"

“a day.” I moaned. Elwood growled and leaned forward to kiss me again, biting my lip so hard he drew blood.

“a fucking day.” He seethed. His hips snapped against mine, setting a hard rhythm that made me see stars as he lost control above me. “A fucking day wouldn’t have made a fucking difference. Doesn’t matter now. Gonna fill you up. Make sure I pup you up this time. It’s what you need isn’t it? To be big and round with my pup?” I moaned as he dropped his head to my neck again. I screamed as I orgasmed, fingers digging into his back and drawing blood. Elwood groaned as his knot caught before he came.

“alpha.” I breathed out as he collapsed on top of me. He nuzzled my cheek and sighed.

“omega.” He responded. “Next time, you won’t get a chance to fuck up. You’re coming on tour with me.” I furrowed my eyebrows and reached up to card my fingers through his hair.

“I don’t see how that’s a punishment.” I teased. Elwood nipped at my throat and i giggled.

“it will be when your heat hits in the dressing room and I pin you against the mirror for hours on end.” Elwood said, lifting his head to look at me. “It’s more a punishment for Jake if we’re being honest.”

“what did Jake say when you took off?” I asked. Elwood chuckled before kissing me deeply.

“I think he understood. I needed my omega. He was more than understanding. He thinks I was getting a little short with everyone.” Elwood shrugged. He nipped my lip as shifted his hips. “Turns out my omega needed me a bit more.” I nuzzled into his chest, purring as I rubbed my cheek against his chest hair.

“Elwood.” I moaned. He chuckled as he shifted his hips again.

“once my knot goes down, we’re doing this again.” He said as he kissed my head. His fingers danced across my skin. “And again. And again. And again. Until either my seed takes or your heat breaks. Either way, you aren’t leaving this bed.” I moaned as Elwood gave another shallow thrust.

“alpha!” I groaned as he started to fuck me through his knot.

[jaybirdhitman]

Have some fnaf au DCA guys to break up my original content hehe. I've been sitting on these guys for a long while and wasn't comfortable with drawing the dca for quite some time( if you see my old au no you don't, i tried to make it in a time when I hated how I drew and ended up falling flat on that project) but my Ghost in the Machine by @/venomousqwille (go read that fic btw it's so fucking good and has fundamentally changed my life) rocketed me into hyperfixating and learning how to draw them, so have my own AU guys. More info under the cut!

They were from a fazbears in canada, not actually daycare attendants but performers in the theatre for kids music. Like the music in really young kids shows that teach them simple lessons. They were only in the daycare itself (which had human staff) when bringing kids to and from the theatre.

A virus swept through the whole plex and effected all of the bots, and since these guys weren't on their own nothing extreme happened (though a couple kids did get traumatized from scary performances and a couple parents did get hurt). After that virus was fixed it left the bots, the DCA's especially different, more aware of themselves in a way. Which kinda sucks because they realize dhow shit their existence was, and not long after that Fazco went under. The bots were auctioned off for money and a small record label managed to get their hand on all three of the DCAs in a plan to grow their label and have recognizable, not human performers. They got modifications and fixed up, made new and dropping the clown and child star looks to instead be more rockstar (the piercings and more punk look are entirely on the bots themselves btw,) And a few test songs and albums were made. With the growing synth rights happening they got a but more freedom in what they could do, tho were still owned by the record, and with the massive success of their music decided to change up their style and look to be more punk rock and hard rock. It was a hit, and the bots got a tour gig. With that style change also came the name changes, they chose their own names and fans loved it even more to see their fave synths giving themself identity.

[angelsanarchy]

Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 04

Tagging: @icarus-star @ithinkitstimetonap @kappasbbgirl @chainsawgvtsfvck @luzclarita57 @miniisunshine @romanroyapoligist @madamemaximoff06 @thirtyratsinasuit @ethical-cain-vinnel @blueberrypancakesworld @dumbbitchdelrey @loljustignoreth4t @tvgirlsbluehair @s0ulfulll @mommymilkers0526 @vomiting-blood @ultrakissed @hisemoslut @lustkillers @s-0lar @roryculkinsgf dukesofsp00ks thirtyratsinasuit @starry-eyed-wild-child

Y/n lay over top of Kappa's naked body, running her fingernails down each one of his fingers, down the veins of his arm, across his chest, grazing his nipples and to the other end of his fingertips on the other side of his body. She couldn't help but take in every inch of his skin, the sharp curve in his jaw, the plump of his bottom lip, the bob of his adams apple that sat directly between the bulging veins in his neck. He reminded her of old Greek Gods that stood in museums for people to gaze upon, trying to picture what that world would look like.

"Do you plan on picking me apart all morning, darlin?" Kappa had his arms behind his head, watching Y/n walk her fingertips down his sternum, caressing every rib, following the coarse hair from his belly button down towards his cock.

"Yes." She responded simply making Kappa chuckle.

"Do I get to run my hands over every inch of you as well?" He put his hand on her cheek as she kissed his jutting hip bones.

"Perhaps tonight. Right now, I just want to touch and taste every inch of your skin." Kappa closed his eyes when she suckled his thigh.

"I can't argue with that." Kappa relaxed into her touch, letting her lap at his cock and balls before he felt her teeth on his belly.

"Ey! Watch the teeth sweetheart!" Kappa looked down at her as she kissed the impression of her teeth that was now scarring the skin.

"Don't you trust me?" She pouted at him. She put her teeth back on him and Kappa's jaw dropped enjoying the pressure she applied to his chest, not as hard as the bite on his belly but enough to bring his cock to life.

"I just don't want you to forget I'm a flesh and blood man and not one of your silly toys." Kappa teased making her smirk.

"If I could climb inside your body and live, I would." She threw her leg over his lap and started sucking on his neck. She felt his hands palming at her ass, pushing her down to grind down on his weeping cock.

"You want to walk around wearing my skin baby? Live inside my rib cage like a puppet." His words made Y/n pull back and look down at him.

"I just want to mark you so that everyone knows you're mine. I want my atoms to be intertwined with yours so we can be flesh and blood together." Y/n explained rocking her hips against him. He took a deep breath through his nose trying to control her hips. He wanted to chase an orgasm so badly but she stilled her hips, not allowing him to take the control he wanted.

"What do you want from me baby? You're killing me here." Kappa asked expressing his frustration.

"Do you trust me to not hurt you?" Y/n asked rolling her hips against his cock. Kappa's jaw dropped again from the sensation. Kappa realized she had asked him a serious question and he opened his eyes.

"Kappa, do you trust me not to hurt you?" Y/n gripped his chin tightly.

"Yes." He said simply as she leaned over him and retrieved the knife that he kept under his pillow when he slept. He had told her that he would gut anyone that tried to hurt her so once they started sleeping in his camper together, he kept it at arm's reach. She took the blade from the sheath and noticed he must have cleaned it recently.

Y/n took the blade and drug it carefully across his skin, not drawing blood or tearing through skin but making his skin develop goosebumps from the cold metal on his hot skin. She flipped the blade over and Kappa hissed as the blade sliced through his skin, blood running from just above his nipple. Y/n leaned down and licked up Kappa's blood before it ran too far from the wound and attached her lips over it, sucking the blood from it.

"O-h...oh fuck darlin'." Kappa's hips bucked up looking for friction and Y/n moved from atop Kappa and laid to the side, gripping his cock with one hand and running the blade over his hip. Kappa's breathing hitched as she furiously jerked him off while lapping at his blood.

"How do you feel knowing that your blood is running through my veins now? You're a part of me now. I have your cum in my belly and your blood in my veins." Y/n watched Kappa falling apart, groaning and slamming his head against the pillows as his hips shot up, shooting cum in the air, landing on his abs between the two open wounds that continued to bleed. Y/n milked his cock until he shivered and she moved from each wound, licking up the blood and cum that painted his stomach and chest.

Once he was clean, he gripped her face with both of his hands and rested his forehead against hers.

"Just breathe baby. Mama's got you. Just...breathe." Y/n rested her hands on top of his as he held her head in place. For the first time since they had met, Kappa was at a loss for words. She ruled every thought one of his thoughts to the point that he couldn't form the words to tell her how she made him feel. She cooed at him as he came down from his high and leaned over him to pull a bump of cocaine onto her hand for him to snort. Sober or high, she was becoming his everything.

[besamehyuka]

Let's Keep Her: Shut Up Already!

WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS SMUT!!! 18+ CONTENT ONLY!!!

PREVIOUS NEXT

“You look beautiful.” You heard a voice state, as you felt hands slide up your back, stopping as he softly caressed your hair, making you feel every single touch.

“Shut it.” You reply moving away from his soft touch, causing him to growl low and guttural. He walks closer to you, grabbing your face with his huge hands as he chuckles.

“Such a fiesty little human. I hope you realize, you have no more rights. If I want your body, it’s mine. If I want to break you, kill you, marry you. It’s my choice, you have no say whatsoever.” Chan chuckles pulling your lips onto his.

His larger hands now made their way onto your waist pulling you dangerously close, his hard chest was plastered against your as his other hand still squeezed your cheek.

You didn’t kiss back, at first. But the way he made you feel, they sudden excitement, made you practically throw yourself into his arms.

When Chan notices your sudden movement he chuckled, he had won, and he was going to make you remember it.

“So sexy..” he hummed ripping his shirt off in one quick motion before grabbing your own, ripping it up in shreds, buttons flying everywhere, as you reclaimed your spot back on his lips, he smirked.

“looks like I didn’t even have to break you.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Chan chuckles pushing you back on the bed, his eyes taking in your distressed form, he doesn’t last long before he’s practically sucking your neck, leaving red bruises and purple hickies, a clear sign he wanted everyone to know you were his.

“Are you scared?” He stated, winking down at you.

“No. Why would I?”

“That’s exactly why I picked you” He groaned as you palmed his hard erection in your hand, smirking as you now had the upper hand.

“I didn’t want to rush this, but you gave me no choice…”

“Do your worst..”

Chan’s eyes glowed brighter than you’d seen them so far and in one quick movement, your skirt and panties were ripped off you.

You moaned at the sudden action, suddenly liking his dominance, but you would never ever let him know that. His ego was too high already, you didn’t need to feed it anymore.

“Fu…” You moaned grabbing into his shoulders as he entered you quickly, his eyes still focused on your figure as he pounded into you, making you see stars.

His speed was inhumane, and you had a hard time grabbing into anything besides him. “Fuck! Ah yes!” You moaned out scratching down his back drawing some blood, but Chan only groaned in pleasure.

“Fuck baby. You’re so tight, I’m gonna cum.. and you’re gonna take it all. You’re mine! Only mine!”

With one delicious stroke to your g-spot you came with a loud scream, pulling Chan closer to your chest as he released deep inside you.

“Are you tired?” He asked chucking.

“Yes… Very..”

“Well, too bad… I want your pussy all night..”

You rolled your eyes, how could this dangerous man have time for something like this?

"Shut up, already" I say softly, getting up to grab a robe and a towel before heading into the shower to clean up. Chan only smirked, his head propped on pillows as he watched you so gracefully.

"Hmm, already talking like a wife." Chan smirked, rolling over on his side. "You're too far into my life now...."

Taglist: @freckleboilix

[bluginkgo]

Quick announcement (before the diarrhea of information):

I'm gonna go on a semi-hiatus for a week or so. I'll still be around, just not posting any drawings. Need to replenish my energy and drawing reserves cause I'm dead >_<

Sleep behind scenes!

So... Ginkgo why the hell did this take you so long? Sorry, sorry 😅 Here's what happened. I got burned out after like 10 pages (specifically the manor backgrounds killed me, plus having the full gang in the story) and then got sick and was not feeling all that great. Working through the burn out, sick, AND college work on top was quite hard not gonna lie though, but I wanted to finish it ^^

Alright, now as for little unnecessary Easter eggs, I added as nods to the show and my other interests. ^_^

1. Undertale save point. Undertale had me sucked in for a good long while, and for some odd reason decided to re-emerge in a form of the star save. Made it purple for Uzi's effect over N. She made him more rebellious, so he started to question why is it his memories and dreams are strange/corrupted/missing instead of just going with the flow.

2. Ep3 nod. V and N have history, history that I wish we get to see. V was nicer, kinder, in my opinion, prior to the absolute solver going rampage. So it makes sense for them to have some sort of friendship at the VERY least. So I decides to give it a small spin to it too. A direct quote from ep3 ^_^

3. Ep 2 + 5 nod. I kinda pulled the moment when James dismissed N from ep2 together with events that follow after N leaves library in ep5. Chronologically, these events don't fit together, seeing as ep2 is when N first meets Cyn and ep5 is when she's already set up the massacre. But this is exactly what I was going for. N's memories are jumbled at best, so I took liberty in mixing, matching, and editing his memories just as the admin program would probably.

4. Absolute Solver symbols nod. My chats with @absolute-solver (sorry for annoying you with tag 😅) made me realize that the absolute solver ought to have more presence now. It's activated and running systems in the background for Uzi. Whiiiiich means that drawing absolute solver should start now. BUT, it's rudimentary at best. Symbols don't really make sense and are not completed for most of the time. Not until Uzi at least sees the error message in ep2, when she truly starts questioning what that weird symbol on her visor is. I headcanon that N does know or at least feel that the absolute solver symbol is familiar, hence the little comment.

5. Absolute Solver Nori. Why is there so many absolute solver Nori around? I'm certain she went back to normal, just like in pictures Khan showed us in ep4 post core collapse. But I connected the solvers together here. Uzi's absolute solver string is up and running, and because the solver is a hivemind, it'd connect the memories and warp them a little. So that's why Uzi's doodle of her and Nori at the end (and during memory recall) was so full of absolute solver. It's slowly taking root, whether she wants it to or not.

Personal touches/added/cut ideas:

N's tail wrapping around Uzi like a hug. Originally, Uzi was supposed to look more nervous, but not for the reasons you might think. I cut the nervous look to a more upset look so it wouldn't be confused for fear. Uzi's never scared of N (yes, I don't count ep2 either, that was a lot of events at once and very little time to process them). The nervous look was more of a "Why are you butting in?" type, you know? Being a loner makes you cautious, so when N prods at feelings, I figured Uzi would be a bit defensive.

Cyn is fully rendered and yet I glitched her so much I felt bad. So here's full absolute solver Cyn eldrich monster thingy. ^_^

I pulled a Hazbin hotel moment. Did you see it? Abracadabra GONE! All the scraps from first couple pages with NUzi chatting POOFED out of the existence. Did I get lazy and tired? Yes, that was the tell tale sign of burn out, when I stopped keeping track of background details and just kept the pod.

These progress shots show pretty well how the story boarding goes and how I change my mind too easily. 😅 storyboard is still as much of a mess as ever, sketch shows you I was gonna keep Uzi's hat, but decided against it in final product. I figured this. Nori gave Uzi the jacket whenever Uzi got a bigger body + hair. These are the same jacket and hair Uzi has in canon. Uzi's body is just upgraded again and her hair gets shorter in that regard. The jacket would be big on her, and cover her hands, but what's up with the fluff if I draw canon jacket more spiky? And where's the death battery drawing? I headcanon Uzi drew those on once she got into the angsty teenager stage. The jacket is more spiky from wear and tear.

Fun fact! You can sorta tell who's gonna show up in the comic by what memes I post prior. Here's some examples ^_^ Cyn showed up, and that was first practice with maid outfits and Cyn's eldrich form. Closely followed by manor gang, the second/final form of maid and butler outfits and prime practice for those scenes. This example is a bit spoiler for a meme I'm working on right now! I've never drawn Nori before, so I quickly sketched out the idea and continued on with the comic (otherwise, I'd lose my steam and procrastinate on it again). Memes are filler for you guys while I work on the actual projects (comics), and along the way, they give me practice and change in drawing style ^_^

Is it a coincidence that this comic is called Sleep with the release of a certain horror game? Actually, yeah pure coincidence 😅 I had this drafted allll the way back in November, and didn't take particular interest in poppy playtime until I saw lanky boi, which was actually during a stream I watched on release day of the chapter.

(I didn't know tumblr, or at least the phone app, had a tag limit of 30, BOY was I surprised @brookiedaaroacecookie that must have been THE tag city, sorry 😅)

Next comic is Loneliness 1 and 2

This one is split into 2 POVs from both Uzi and N side, thus its 2 separate comics. That one will be more NUzi centered, too, a slight angst and comfort spin to it. That will come... sometime. I have a few more projects I wanna finish up with prior to starting on these guys ^_^

Why are you still reading this? Omg, have a cookie 🍪 you made it. Have a nice day now ^_^

[mushiewrites]

Day 2 - Accidental

yaaaay this prompt request came from @awkwardtickleetoo! it was most likely when I needed to fill a few last ones and we decided on himbros! a duo I love that I don't write nearly enough, so maybe this will change that? sooo yeah, enjoy :D

tickletober prompts here 🎃

(lee!Punz / ler!Foolish : 841 words)

“Why did I agree to do this?” Punz grunted under his breath, leaning forward in his chair to get closer to the screen as his character creeped around the corner, half expecting to get jumpscared and going tense, even when nothing happened. 

Looking over his shoulder at the blonde, Foolish chuckled to himself as he watched Punz’s character sprint down the hallway, only to be suddenly chased by a big green alligator wearing star sunglasses. Punz let out a shriek, somehow managing to maneuver away from the danger. He sat back in his chair when he was finally safe in the game, letting out a sigh of relief. 

Foolish rolled his eyes at the dramatics as Punz slapped a hand over his chest, throwing his head back against his seat and squeezing his eyes shut as he regulated his breathing from the adrenaline running through his system at the jumpscare. The brunette smirked, a plan to scare Punz forming in his brain as he slowly stood up from the chair that was out of frame from the stream. 

“Yeah yeah, give me a second.” Punz groaned as he cracked an eye open to read his chat, undoubtedly telling him to suck it up and continue. Foolish took a few slow steps forward, careful not to make any noise or draw attention to himself. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in as Punz closed his eyes again, giving Foolish the perfect opportunity to pounce. 

“WAKE UP!” Foolish screamed, grabbing at Punz’s shoulders and squeezing rapidly. A squeal escaped the blonde as he slid down in his seat, kicking his legs out and banging his shoes against the ground at the feeling. He broke out into high pitched giggles before he successfully peeled the grabby hands away from his body. He held them tightly above him, leaning his head back until he made eye contact with the offender.

“Whahat the fuck was thahat?!” Punz shouted, his cheeks glowing bright red. Foolish giggled at the reaction, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head slightly before continuing. 

“What the fuck was that?” Foolish countered through his laughter, both boys knowing he meant the outburst Punz had displayed just moments ago. “You did way more than you needed to just then, that was such an overreaction! What even happened?” 

“Nothing! Fuck off, Foolish, I’m streaming!” Punz shot up as he suddenly remembered he had hundreds of eyes watching him through computer screens, blushing deeper at the realization. He surged forward to switch the camera off but Foolish was faster, gripping both of Punz’s biceps and pulling him back against his chair. This made the blonde immediately burst into giggles again, scrunching his shoulders up before Foolish could even move his hands back towards his shoulders. “Foolish! S-Seriously, stohop!” 

“Tell me what happened, Punz,” Foolish wormed his hands between Punz’s neck and shoulders, his smile growing bigger when Punz’s laughter turned frantic. He wiggled his fingers experimentally, giggling with excitement when Punz began to plead and protest through his squeals. “No fucking way! This tickles you?” 

“Nohohoho! Foolish- Foolish stohop!” 

“Nah, this is more fun than sitting in the corner, sorry Punz.” 

“Buhut I’m streheheaming!” Punz pleaded, bringing his hands up to cover the growing blush that was spreading all over his face. Foolish spent a few more seconds tickling the poor boy, finishing it off with some torturous squeezes that made Punz let out a high pitched shriek- one that he knew would be instantly clipped and shared for the whole of the internet to see. He whined through his laughter at the thought, sliding down in his chair as much as he could until Foolish finally relented, letting Punz sink to the ground in a ball of giggles. 

“That was fun, huh?” Foolish giggled, leaning down and giving Punz a few playful pats on the back. He stood back up, flashing the webcam a smile and waving at the computer screen. “Hi chat! Hope you enjoyed the show!”

Punz groaned in response, still giggling and hiding his face out of embarrassment. He heard Foolish make his way back across the room to resume whatever he had been doing, and after a few minutes of trying to regain his composure, he climbed back into his chair to continue the game. He pressed the backs of his hands against his eyes to rub away the tears that he prayed nobody saw and tried to pretend like the last five minutes didn’t happen for the rest of the stream. 

Later on that night, his phone went off with a discord notification. He felt his cheeks heat up once again when he saw it was Foolish, sending him clip after clip of the tickle torture he had endured earlier in the day. Punz rolled his eyes, letting out a low growl and dropping his phone against his pillow. He decided to ignore Foolish for now and began plotting his revenge, getting himself ready to take the brunette apart the second he saw him next.

[not-so-rosyyy]

no cause I was getting soft over her too especially when she mentioned refraining to go out to bars during challengers filming because she didn’t want to ruin anyone’s time since she knows she draws attention wherever she goes 🤧 I just wanted to give her a big hug cause that must suck so bad not being able to hang out with people publicly since you know eyes are going to be on you at all times

oh that part broke my heart a lil bit. and actually made me think about her and tom's collective star power. looking back at all the times since last year when they tried to do normal couple things like go on museum dates, take beach vacations, go to concerts, etc. made me realize how they both have those worries in mind but whenever they're together, they go, "fuck it, we've got each other, let's do it."

and i love that for both of them. that they have in each other someone who not only understands the magnitude of both of their fame right now, but also someone who makes them brave enough to, like she said in the interview, "live their life and love the person they love." 🥰

[aritany]

all over again | excerpt | a.ritany

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April tastes and smells like rain.

And dirt, and grass. Petrichor. I turn the word over in my mouth without letting any sound escape, looking up at the smattering of stars visible between low hanging clouds. Shingles are hard and cold under my back, but I don’t mind. The moon is full and glorious, and that’s all that really matters.

“Ollie?”

I let my eyes fall shut. 

Riley swears as he climbs up from the balcony, an inventive combination of words I’d never think of smashing together.

As he’s sitting down on the roof next to me, I get up with a light huagh noise, hand on my abdomen.

“You feeling okay?”

I nod. “How’s Wynn?”

Riley draws his knees to his chest and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Fine. She’ll be okay. It wasn’t… what I thought it was.”

My stomach pinches as I remember the look on Riley’s face when he’d seen her message. “Good. And are you okay?”

“I’m okay. I just hate the idea of the same thing happening to her, you know? Now that I’ve been through it.”

I nod, smiling lightly. “So you think life is worth living.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever said it isn’t.”

Even though I have the receipts to prove him wrong, I say nothing, because I’m not too keen on the idea of bringing up exactly how often Riley has scared the crap out of me.

He sighs, rubbing at his eyes and then letting his head fall back to look up. “You know, I always thought you were joking when you used to tell me you were sitting on the roof to look at the moon.”

“Really? How come?”

Riley lifts a shoulder. “You’re not a very moon person.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I follow his gaze as a wisp of cloud obscures one corner of the moon. 

“I don’t know, I guess I would have thought you’re more of a sun archetype.”

I smile wide, all teeth, but I don’t look over. “Why’s that?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t make me say it.”

“I think you should.”

He pauses. 

My gaze stays locked on the moon as the cloud drifts away. 

“You’re all cheery all the time, even when everything sucks. I guess you’re… brighter than most people.”

“Smarter-brighter, or shinier-brighter?”

Riley snorts. “I don’t think shinier and brighter are synonyms. And don’t deflect. You always do that when people try to compliment you.”

I don’t have anything to say to that, because he’s totally right, and if I keep telling him he’s right, it’s going to go to his head.

“You’re happy when you don’t have a reason to be,” he says, quietly. “It’s your default.”

This time I say nothing because the idea of Riley seeing me like that sends dismay tearing through me like a smoke bomb. Is that really what he thinks? That my default is happiness? It’s not.

“Or so you want everyone to think,” he adds.

I give up and let my gaze snap to his face. 

“I don’t think it’s natural,” he says, glancing away. “I think you choose it.”

My breath catches. “Then I’m not a sun archetype.”

“No, you are,” Riley says, and I can hear by the waver in his voice that his attention is wandering. “Who says the sun doesn’t have to choose, too?”

“Poetic,” I muse, and then let my eyes drop.

Normally he’d probably crack a joke right here, so I’m surprised when he just takes a deep breath. “Why do you like the moon better than the sun?”

I shrug. “I just like it. I like sharing space with it. And looking at it. You can’t look right at the sun.”

“Sure you can. Nab some sunglasses and you’re good to go.”

It’s several disorienting seconds before I realize he’s joking, and then I let out a spluttering huff and laugh. “Please never do that.”

He smiles good-naturedly.

I like that smile a little too much. “You can’t look right at the sun,” I whisper. “It doesn’t look the same no matter where you are.”

He bumps my arm. “Is this a metaphor? Are you trying to teach me something?”

I roll my eyes. “Relax. Not everything is some grand teaching moment.”

“You could have taken that and run with it, you know,” he points out. “Made it about the inherent beauty of the world, or some bullshit.”

“Some bullshit,” I echo, tamping down a smile. 

Only Riley.

“If I’m a sun archetype, what are you?” I ask him.

Riley makes a great big show out of flipping his hair. “A star. Obviously.”

I snort and elbow him in the ribs.

“It’s my—”

“I’ll push you off this roof if you say the words ‘transmasc swag’ in front of me,” I tell him mildly, and he grins.

“But I do have—”

“Shut up.” I shake my head, grinning.

We lapse into silence. I listen to the neighbour’s radio kick into low, easy jazz, muffled through closed windows. The air is cold. The breeze is cold. 

I’m not.

“You think I’m the moon archetype,” Riley says, after a moment. Then he looks over, and the question is all over his face.

I pause, and then I nod.

“You said so, a long time ago. When we were talking about sending Briggs and Galvin to one of Jupiter’s moons.”

“Did I?”

It’s honestly a surprise. Well, not really, because I can definitely see myself saying it. But I don’t remember that.

“You did.”

“Mm.” I nod. “Well. I stand by it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Vibes.” I feel bad as soon as I’ve said it, because he obviously put so much effort into what he thinks about my archetype, so I clear my throat. “Dreamer.”

“Right.” Riley sounds a little unsteady.

“Intuition. Memory. Illusion,” I say.

“Is that why you like the moon?”

My stomach is all over the place, lurching like we’re on a boat, not on my roof. I add, “And because it’s beautiful.”

“You like the moon,” he says, like it’s puzzling, as though he hasn’t just asked me and I haven’t just confirmed it.

“And I like you,” I say quietly, before I can chicken out. I decide right then that he can take it however he wants, because whatever he’s thinking, whatever he’s imagining it means, he’s probably right. “I like the moon, and I like you. So what?”

“You like me.” His voice is even quieter than mine is. 

“Obviously.” My heartbeat kicks into overdrive. I’m not even sure what we’re talking about anymore, and I’m not sure I want to know. “I’ve told you that before.”

And I have. I’ve told Riley I like him, but not the way this feels. 

“You like me,” he repeats, and I can’t tell if he’s asking for clarification, or if he’s just letting the echo escape because he can.

Dread opens up in the pit of my stomach. “What do you want me to say right now?”

“Nothing,” he says, and then sighs. “I don’t want you to say anything.”

I’m relieved, and then I hate that I’m relieved. It’s not going to be tonight. And that’s okay. That’s good, even. I don’t need it to be tonight. 

Actually, I need it to not be any night. I need this to never happen, no matter how much I’d like it to.

“Ollie?”

Oh, no.

I don’t look over. “What?”

“Ollie,” he says again, gentler.

Slowly, I turn my head. Eyes last.

Riley reaches over and tucks one of my curls behind my ear. 

Oh, no. I can’t let this happen. 

Except I can’t move. 

Frozen, I whisper, “What are you doing?”

Riley takes a deep breath, hand lingering by my ear. “I’m going to kiss you.”

My heartbeat skips. “Why?”

“Because I want to.”

The worst part is that I can tell he does. Riley wants to kiss me, and it’s not even new information, but it hits me right in the soft centre of my gut, blooming ache. 

I can’t say anything. I can’t lie to him.

And then I’ve been quiet too long.

“You don’t want me to.” Riley pulls his hands back, and I hate the flicker of doubt that wipes the expression right off his face and leaves him like a blank slate.

He’s wrong, too. I do want Riley to kiss me. I really, really, really want it. I want it just as much as I don’t want to have to tell him the truth. 

Maybe even more. 

He turns away from me, shifting the angle of his knees. “Shit. Shit. Sorry.”

“No,” I burst out. “I want you to.”

His eyes dart back to mine.

“But before you do, I have to tell you something.”

“Okay,” he says, wary. 

The moon hangs over us, heavy, beautiful. 

Waiting.

I take a deep breath.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Ideas have been spinning around in my brain for awhile now and you can disregard all of this if you want but I have WAYYYY too many characters with excessively detailed backstories and your little character has been sparking ideas for me. So! I have lore ideas and here they are (these ideas may/may not overlap a little with my own stories but not enough that you can’t do what you want):

I was thinking your oc (the wispy one with the colors n stuff) came to be as a result of the remains of dead gods. Morbid, but it happened a little like a star forming from the dust of other stars. So over time all these remains out in the universe just started coming together and suddenly there’s a whole being! And obviously this being has no idea about anything. It kinda just… is. For a long while at that. It kinda just floats through space while sightseeing the galaxy.

It quickly learns it’s pretty much indestructible but at the same time getting caught in a star’s gravity hurts so not gonna do that again if it can avoid it. It also learns that it can do some pretty weird stuff (not that it knows it’s weird yet) like adjust certain things like light and energy. It can change shape at will too. It’s not all powerful and does need rest after some of these things but for a while it toys with things.

Eventually they fall to a planet. A planet with life. A planet with… other conscious beings apparently! (What we know is earth!) It’s curious but also nervous. So it watches. Mimics other life forms. Learns. It figures out how to read and write and talk both from osmosis and from seeing elders teach younger. This is not limited to humanity either. Anything from certain animals to insects and to an extent, plants!

Once they start feeling confident enough, they try blending in either human society. This… admittedly doesn’t go well. It is clear that they look too different to properly fit in and people tend to either stare or scream.

One thing leads to another and they accidentally get in trouble with what is essentially the supernatural police. After many, MANY long hours things get sorted out and they get brought to some higher tier gods to get informed about… well, everything. It is upon meeting the other gods that they realize, they don’t have a name. So they make one up on the spot. Four.

They end up trial and erroring a lot of things over time (under a lot of supervision) and find they have an inclination towards writing and reading. To discuss with other people and have fun. They also learn that they can suck the dye out of shit and annoy people with that fact. It is very fun and the dye tastes yummy so… (the ability is mostly because they’re made up of the remains of dead gods and that’s what large parts of the universe is made of. Thus, if they focus, they can adjust or even take in that energy for themself)

Once Four really starts understanding how society and stuff functions they try again to fit in with society. And it works! Sure, they have to give the excuse of “cosplay” when their disguise fails a little too hard but whatever. So sometimes they just go to the human realm to mess with people and hang out. For the most part tho, they hang around the heavenly realms and fantasy worlds and send out stories/fanfics using their phone no matter where they are.

(Have I written too much? Absolutely. I hope you enjoyed my oc brainrot tho. Because my brain has not shut up since I started drawing)

(Also amazing job on losing hope, I will be screaming abt it in ur inbox soon, it’s just I’ve felt a little like death warmed over lately)

Sorry, I didn't want this to leave my inbox because then I could look at it constantly and giggle and kick my feet every time I thought of it, like a selfish little monster teehee. I can't believe you like my little sona so much!!! This is all canon to my little character now, you created a whole backstory for them and it makes me sob every time I think about it, you're a sweet little MONSTER, GOD- I am sobbing. Violently. How are you feeling? Are you feeling a little better? Because that's so relatable that's how I'm feeling right now, teehee

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Kanetsugu Naoe (JP)

Sweet Love Training Epilogue

The night after the lively party一

Mai: "So, can I have my reward now?"

Mai: "I'm ready to be messed up."

Kanetsugu: "Idiot."

With a soft smile playing on his lips, he kissed me.

I closed my eyes, my heart pounding with anticipation as the tip of his tongue slipped through the gap of my mouth, slowly invading it.

Mai: "Mnn..."

My stomach slowly heated up as his tongue poked at the weak spots in my mouth.

(It feels so good, I feel like I'm going to melt.)

The soft touch of our entwined lips caused me to let out several fervent sighs, and by the time our lips parted, I had lost all my strength.

Kanetsugu: "Hold on to my neck."

Mai: "Waah!"

Kanetsugu picked me up, and gently laid me on the futon.

Kanetsugu: "I promised at the beginning that I would reward you generously."

Kanetsugu: "I'll at least ask you how you want me to touch you."

I noticed that his wisteria-colored eyes, waiting for an answer, were shaking a little.

(He's hesitating that he's going to mess me up.)

(He even warned me to be prepared and assured me I'd be fine, but still...)

(He's always been so kind to me.)

I gently reached out and stroked his cheek as he covered me.

Mai: "Then please touch me a lot."

Mai: "Don't be afraid to touch and hold me as you wish."

Mai: "If it makes you happy, it's definitely the best reward for me."

Kanetsugu: "You don't realize you're only firing me up by saying that."

Mai: "Eh? Mnn..."

He suddenly crashed his lips against mine, and soon after, I heard the sound of an obi being untied.

Mai: "Mnn... ngh..."

He stroked my bare skin and slid his fingertips down to expose my sensitive spot.

Kanetsugu: "Haaa..."

Mai: "Mnn... mmph!"

I let out a muffled moan as Kanetsugu playfully teased me with his fingers.

And each time he did this, stars would fly behind my eyes, nearly drowning me in the growing intensity of the stimulation.

(If he does this to me, I can't think of anything else.)

(I feel like I'm going crazy.)

Heat slowly invaded my body, and fleeting desires swelled up.

Mai: "Wa…it..."

In between each breath, I tried to change my position, unable to hold back my voice.

Kanetsugu: "Don't run away."

Mai: "Ah!"

He effortlessly wrapped my legs around him and took away my freedom.

I looked at him with teary eyes of pleasure, and his eyes sparkled sharply.

Kanetsugu: "I must warn you that look has the opposite effect."

Mai: "Mnn... ah..."

As the lewd and obscene sounds increased, I felt my whole body burn with shame.

I bit my lip hastily, hoping to keep my voice from spilling out, but一

Kanetsugu: "You don't have to hold back."

Mai: "Mnn...haa..."

His fingers coaxed me to open my lips.

Mai: "Sto...mnn...ah!"

Unable to hold it in, my moans slipped from my mouth and echoed in the room, further fueling my sense of shame.

I tried to force my mouth shut to resist the situation,  but then…

Kanetsugu: "............."

(Was that his finger!?)

Mai: "Sorry, are you okay!?"

I gritted my teeth and hurriedly took Kanetsugu's hand.

Kanetsugu: "Don't worry, this is nothing."

Mai: "But you got some teeth marks."

I gently stroked the bite mark I carelessly made and felt a strange sense of comfort.

(I feel bad for hurting him, but I think I might be happy somewhere deep down.)

(I'm happy he has a mark that says he's mine.)

Kanetsugu: "You're showing too much in your face."

Mai: "Wait, really?"

Kanetsugu: "Yeah, you looked happy."

I hate myself for being so careless at a time like this.

(This sucks. I hurt him, and I can't believe he could see me so happy about it.)

Mai: "Are you surprised?"

When I shyly asked him, he quickly narrowed his eyes.

Kanetsugu: "Yeah, I'm surprised."

Kanetsugu: "I'm glad to see you following in my footsteps."

Mai: "!"

Kanetsugu's troubled smile shot me right in the heart.

Kanetsugu: "I don't care how many marks you put on me as long as it makes you happy."

Kanetsugu: "But I can't let you off the hook, so this is a draw."

Mai: "Okay, sure."

We smiled at each other and closed the gap between us, our hearts and bodies connected as one.

(Mnn...)

I opened my eyes, letting the soft morning light shine on me.

And as I looked next to me, I saw Kanetsugu sleeping peacefully.

(He looks so cool even when he's sleeping or basking in the morning sun.)

I couldn't help but chuckle as I stared at his sleeping face.

(Speaking of which, he said he didn't want to continue our training, but I wonder what will happen now.)

(I'm even willing to continue a little longer because of the reward.)

Kanetsugu: "Don't smile at people's faces, pervert."

Mai: "You're awake!?"

Kanetsugu: “I woke up because I sensed you were smiling at me."

(How is it possible to wake up just by that?)

As I thought about this, Kanetsugu reached out and brushed my hair to the side of my cheek.

Kanetsugu: "I'm not counting that one, so please don't make that face when you're outside."

Kanetsugu: "You want a reward, don't you?"

Mai: "Yep."

Being perfectly trained, I nodded and smiled at his question.

Fin.

Previous Part

[almondmilkcleanser]

Angapesis Part Three

"So, as you can see, there's going to be an impending zoning improvement that's going to happen by the English and Architectural wing." A tall, well-dressed slim-statured gentleman with mahogany skin, salt-and-pepper hair and a walking cane. He appeared in his mid to late 40s, his voice concave and strong. One that could draw attention from across the room with no issue. 

There were 9 other teachers who attended said meeting. All varying shades of brown, copper, mahogany and onyx toned. They looked towards the projector screen, taking notes, checking their cellphones, passing the time as it needed to until-

"Nice to finally see you, Aires. I was about to send Zephyr and Osiris to come look for you."

Aires sneered at the mentioned pair. Brothers who majored in Biology and History respectively. They attended the Boccanegro University, graduated, and now are teaching alumni at the same school. Giving back to the community, or whatever the fuck they choose to preach for that week. Aires had a personal vendetta against Osiris and all of his 6"4, former football star ego. He snuck in and stole his  ex-girlfriend from him one evening the teaching staff went out for drinks. At first, Aires didn't want to realize what was going on until one day she came home and professed her love for him and how they "had a more compatible blood pairing."

He fucked her, dumped her, and dropped her like last weeek's garbage. 

Zephyr and Aires went to the same high school only briefly. But they mingled in completely different social circles, never crossing paths unless it were lunchtime or gym. 

But Osiris, he could fully suck his dick. 

"Pleasure to see you too, Headmaster." Aries flatly replied. 

Aires shared a brief glare at Osiris as him and Echo passed by the two brothers to take their own respective seats. Echo huffed in her seat, propping her feet up on the desk in front of her with a sigh. She could be anywhere else besides this meeting, but the Headmaster, Ezra, urged for all of their "Patet Sanguis" staff to attend the meeting.

The Headmaster looked in Arie's general area before turning around to point at the projector.

"Is everyone accounted for?" Ezra asked aloud. The other staff looked around, taking a silent headcount, and turned their heads to look back at the Headmaster.

"I would say so." Echo shouted. "Let's get on with it, please. I have a lunch date."

"Echo, is that any way to speak to your elders? For heaven's sake, show some respect." Another teacher named Lynx, rolled her eyes at Echo. She fluffed her fresh roller-set and adjusted her blouse, purposely pulling the bust portion down to reveal a subtle glimpse of her cleavage. Zephyr took the chance to steal a quick glance from his angle above her, admiring her curves and alluring sex-appeal. If only-

Keep staring at me like that and I'm going to set your fucking pants on fire. Her voice rang out in Zephyr's head, making him gulp in his seat.

"I don't know why you even bother trying to be sneaky. Sweet pea has eyes in the back of her head. Literally." The art teacher of the group, Valentin, snickered behind Zephyr. 

"She's cute but she's vicious as fuck. You know this. Remember what happened last time~" Zephyr turned around, his eyes wild.

"Who the fuck-"

"That's enough, everyone. Save your bickering for outside of the classroom." Ezra sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose together. Keeping the peace between his alumni were growing harder and harder as the time went on but he continued to try. 

Ezra moved towards the center of his desk, holding his hands together over his walking stick. He rubbed his eyes a few times before they fully transitioned to an opaque/cloudy-blue hue. Ezra was a blind man. A blind vampire, to be exact. 

"Are the doors locked?" He never turned his head, but his assistant, Lorenzo, nodded in confirmation. He nervously smoothed his waves down on his head, clearing his throat in the process. "Yes sir. I made sure that nobody's schedule conflicted and that their students would still be attended to according to their class times." His auburn eyes studied the room for a brief second before quickly turning around. 

Tough crowd.

"Good. Thank you, Lorenzo." Ezra stretched his neck back and forth, pulling the words from his brain carefully.

"As you all know, there's been issues going around in the community that require our attention. It's been brought to my attention at other campuses that there's been a spike in "blood tampering." I assume everyone has their 'portions' for the day, no?"

Lynx held up her watch that sloshed a red, crystalline like liquid. Valentin held up his storage container, showing the crowd something that looked similar to red licorice sticks. Echo dangled her necklace in the air by her thumb, a faint glimpse of red powder bouncing back and forth inside. 

Osiris and Zephyr held up their water bottles, where the viscous red liquid splayed back and forth, mimicking a flavored drink.

"And you? Aires? Where's yours?"

Aires shrunk in his seat. "Uh... I... I forgot to pack it."

"Aires." Ezra turned his body his direction, a deep frown on his face. "You need to keep a portion on you, no matter how hard it is. Unless you just feel comfortable exposing our entire community when the thirst overcomes you."

"It's not that." Aires crossed his arms uncomfortably. Here he went. Spotlighting him and making him feel even more isolated than the others.

"My portions make me sick. And I- I haven't been able to harvest from suitable resources."

"Aka he's fucking low-level bitches and trying to satiate himself with their booze-ridden blood." Osiris jeered.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Osiris. At least I don't have to resort to fucking for mine!"

"I don't give a fuck if I have to, I'd rather that than fucking suffer."

"Enough, both of you!" Lynx barked. Ezra stood there, silently taking in all that was playing out. 

“Aires, you have to find your portion. Or you’ll fall into the sewers like our other brethren. Do I need to remind you of Chloris? Melina? What about Erebus?”

There were ‘oohs’ and ‘oh no’s heard faintly across the room. Aires gulped, and looked out the window, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah.. I got it. I’ll look harder.”

Ezra gazed Aires’ direction for a few long seconds before looking straight again.

“As I was saying,” he cleared his throat. “There’s rumors of blood tampering. People swapping portions or resorting to old-fashioned feasting. Which, I don’t have to explain is almost detrimental this day and age for us. You have to be on high alert when you mingle with regular civilians because the rise in Hunters are growing. They are blending in, even making synthetic portions so they can pass the test amongst us. So I ask that you be observant, and discerning on who you share your gift with.”

“I can understand that it’s easy to impress the others. How they’ve glamorized us to dissolve the fact that we are of a dying species. But we have to stay on guard. We have to stay watchful. And we have to be specific on who we mate with. I don’t need to explain to you all what happens when two differing bloodlines don’t match.” Silence. “Okay, good.” 

“I’ve gathered reports that these Hunters are being located throughout Brooklyn, Harlem, Upper East Side, and even trickling into the Manhattan area. They are purposely attacking doctors, lawyers, high-standing officials. It’s hard enough to find a doctor that knows how to treat us. So I don’t feel the need to emphasize how crucial it is to find the source and cut the stem at the root and not the leaf.”

“But what are we supposed to do?” Echo quizzed. Sucking her teeth. “We’re college professors, not superheroes.”

“Superheroes, no. Gifted, yes. Each of you have a unique gift that will aide this cause. That’s why you have been chosen. Trust me when I say you lot are not the only ones walking this campus. But you selected few are the ones with the capabilities to help the cause. Now, if you don’t want to aide, I completely understand. And you are free to leave at anytime.” Nobody budged. Nobody stood to their feet. They all sat there, awaiting the next line of requirements.

“Good.” Ezra nodded his head, flashing a gold tooth in his smile. “So, now that the news are out of the way. Let’s go over a few key points in the community..”

-

Everyone formed a single file line out of the classroom with Aires trailing behind. He still had to stay behind to tutor. 

“I’ll come by later tonight, dinner on me?” Aires nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah, let’s do that Chinese place.”

“Fine fine.” Echo waved him off, rolling her eyes. She pulled out her phone, immediately dialing her date for the night.

“Hello? Hey, sorry I got caught up in a meeting-“ she mouthed to Aires ‘I’ll see you later’ before bolting the opposite direction.

“That Echo is something else. Such a fiery spirit.” Ezra chuckled. 

“Yeah, she’s a lot to handle.” As Aires had one foot out the door, Ezra spoke up.

“Aires. You know we have resources to help-“

“I know you do. But I don’t want to get my portions that way.”

“What other way is there? We all have to do it.”

“But- it’s just not right.”

“its either that or you find an exact match. A bloodline is the closest-“

“So you’re saying I either suffer or go against my morals.”

Ezra was silent. He looked away. 

“That’s what I thought. There has to be a better way to portion. And I’m going to find it.”

“So what do you do in the meantime? Your sanity can only hold out so long-“

“Headmaster Ezra,” Aires sighed. “I- I find a way.”

Without much else, Aires walked out of his office, making a beeline back to his classroom. A drink sounds even fucking better after that meeting.