#next year same month?

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 31: Free Day

James wasn't enjoying the damn party at all, the stupid costume you had forced him to wear was itching him and you weren't even by his side to at least chat, as soon as they had arrived you went to talk to your friends, leaving him aside.

He didn't know anyone, and seeing strangers hug you and touch you wasn't his cup of tea at all. However, he recognized that he deserved that silent treatment a little bit, he hadn't been very nice to you when he saw you in that little cowgirl outfit, he admitted that you looked sexy, but he didn't like the idea of ​​others seeing you like that. You were his girl, he was supposed to be the only one who could see you wearing little clothes. He sighed as he drank his beer, his eyes were fixed on you, at least from his spot he had a good view of your ass in those tight shorts, hell, if they hadn't fought, he'd probably be fucking you in one of the rooms upstairs.

In your opinion, James was being irrational, yes, what you decided to wear was a little revealing but it's not like you were going to offer yourself up to some other man to take you, you hated seeing him upset and maybe you were being a bitch by leaving him alone in a place with people he didn't know, you didn't even want to stay upset with him, however, maybe ignoring him would teach him not to be jealous.

James had enough when a guy decided to put his hands around you, he was just hugging you but the blond didn't see it that way, he walked over to where you were and pushing the guy away from you, grabbed your hand and started pulling you away.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Hetfield? Let go of me" You tried to pull yourself out of his grip but it was impossible, when you were out of the house, James put you against the wall in the alley and kissed you hard.

"You're mine, my girlfriend and I don't care if you go out in your underwear or naked, you're mine and no asshole can get his hands on you."

He hugs your waist and pulls you closer to his torso, kisses and bites your neck with the intention of marking you, his hands descend to squeeze your buttocks, you whimper at his rudeness and pull his hair as soon as you feel his teeth scrape against your sensitive skin.

His hands slip under the shorts you're wearing, that's when you hear his chuckle, he's got you.

"Oh, what do we have here…you're not wearing underwear, huh? Wow, what exactly were you looking for with this, sweetheart" His fingers slip between your wet folds, you hiss as you feel the touch of his digits against your sensitive, needy bud, you want to tell him that you did this for him, that you were hoping he'd take you home and fuck like crazy until the break of dawn. No words manage to come out of your mouth, you are too lost in the sensation of him touching you like this, in the street, where anyone can see them.

His fingers press against your entrance, James begins to slowly finger you while his eyes are fixed on your expressions of pure pleasure, you cling to his shoulders as you spread your legs a little wider for him, he takes it as a signal to pull down your shorts and turn you around to face the wall.

"Lift that nice ass up, present it for me…if what you wanted was to provoke me to fuck you then well, that's what you'll get."

You moan and with your face pressed against the wall, you arch your back so that your ass is in full view, spread your cheeks with your hands and present your dripping pussy to him. He whistles admiring how needy your entrance looks, hovering around the nothingness, ready to be filled with his huge cock, he runs his thumb along your slit, gathering your slick to smear his own length, he gives himself a few strokes getting his cock all wet and shiny, without much ceremony he lines up in your hole and buries himself to the hilt.

Your legs falter and you whine his name, begging him to keep going, not to hold back and do whatever he wants with you.

His hips slammed hard into you, he grunted with each thrust as he felt you contract around him, his hands holding your hips tightly to guide his cock into your sweet spot.

"A very naughty cowgirl, wiggling around with no panties on…We could have avoided coming to this stupid party and fucking comfortably in our bed, but no, it seems you are disgusting enough to want to get your pussy filled in an alley, like a whore" There was a lot in his tone of voice, there was anger, possessiveness and lust.

You loved it when James got rough with you, it turned you on, made your wetness slide down your thighs. You were both panting at this point, he didn't stop even when some people passed by where you were standing, you were about to cum and he knew it, you watched him suck his fingers and put them against your bundle of nerves, you managed to rub yourself against him until you felt yourself come undone, the climax hitting you with spasms of pleasure.

His cock throbbed inside you, you clenched your walls around him so that he would fill you with his seed, you needed it, you wanted to feel his warm cum inside you and so it was, his load spurting into your tight hole, his forehead resting against your back. When he withdrew you felt the combination of your fluids and his dripping down your legs, you looked over your shoulder and bit your lip.

"If I had a camera, I swear I'd take a picture of how messy you look in that cowgirl costume, dripping my cum from you" You let out a giggle and turned to look at him, your fingers went to your used pussy and you scooped up some of his semen to take it into your mouth, he gasped and chuckled in disbelief.

"At home there is a camera, we can go there, I can ride you and you can take all the pictures you want while I milk your cock" He opens his eyes and grins from ear to ear, he helps you organize your clothes and at a quick pace you head to your own place.

And we have reached the end beautiful horny people...

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[scatterbrainedbot]

redraw of one of my very first tmnt drawings!!

had meant to do it exactly the one year later mark, but i blinked and suddenly april was may was june -- so ended up being more like a year and 1.5 months lol

May 11th, 2024 vs. April 6th, 2023

its so funny seeing them nest to each other now, but i remember when i finished the first version last year, i was so proud to have finally made a proper 'finished' piece.

like, yall, i struggled for years to every be able to create a piece i would ever call close to 'done'. part of that is me being a very knit-picky kinda person, and wanted to continue to tweak everything all of the time forever, but on top of that i also do work slow af, and before last year i didnt really have access to any digital media. and i love traditional mediums, but im defintiely not practiced enough to be able to get the results i was looking for with any sort of speed. like im genuinely not sure i created a single 'finished' work in my life -- not in school, not in work, not even in the free space of silly fandom doodles.

and then this piece happened!

and i knew even then that it was messy and rough af, but it had a background!! and color!! sure, the linework wasnt polished at all but still, for a silly little fanart? it was defined enough to distinguish the separate characters, and read expressions! there was even a little tiny bit of lighting!! i hate lighting!!

seeing the two versions side by side honestly i kinda have to laugh at how Rough the first version looks now. but you know what. im still so so proud of it. the colors are muddy, theres no shift in value; their clothing designs arent at all defined, leos teeth look weird af and theres lines on caseys face that are definitely from me accidentally dragging my fingers across the tablet when i didnt mean to but like. its there! its finished! i did it!

idk. ive never had a piece ive ever wanted to hang on my own fridge before. :)

[soulmvtes]

spend a day with a treasured friend and life feels worth living again...

[natjennie]

every day I go insane about the fact that havers was only at button house for two months. what do you MEAN they only had two months together. that's so little time. two months is eight weeks. the number of sunday mornings they had together can be counted on two hands. EIGHT weeks. that's IT. are you shitting me???

[shirozora-draws]

It's WHAT day today!? Not me already feeling weird about working on two sketches to post the same weekend as that sketch I posted for the first time in months only to find out that Today is the Two Year Anniversary of The Day Dinluke Took Over My Brain.

(It's not 12AM yet, this still counts as a 12/18 post)

Anyway.

Been dying to do some nice proper "the staircase fic is firmly on my mind" sketches. This version of Luke actually shows up later in the fic and the shape/cut/color of his robes are also influenced by Padme's wardrobe. Din's look has appeared on this blog before and is super duper influenced by what we saw of Aq Vetina's residents in the flashback scenes. The, uh, holocron plays a smaller part than it looks but I bought a holocron at Disneyland and wanted to have fun with my new reference.

Have I posted about the staircase fic on the art blog? It is live and currently posting as Gravity Well on AO3.

[yuviur]

And then, Henry is holding them really tight, more for his security than theirs, and he walks out of the dungeon (ep 42)

I cannot be the only one who cried when the twins climbed Henry and sat on his shoulders like two loving pauldrons 🥺

[sunhlland]

my honest reaction:

[etrevil]

Chuuya next chapter? Skk in one panel together (without shooting the other) next chapter?? NIKOLAI HOLDING FYODOR'S DISMEMBERED HAND???

[behindthesefangirleyes]

People mock soap operas

But their level of history exists no where else

General Hospital, 2018 vs. 2024

[radioactivepeasant]

Free Day Thursday, Part Three

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Jak did not wake that entire day.

Nor the next.

Nor the day after that.

His body was flushed with fever, and dark, angry lines had begun to spread from the double injection over his core. Infection set in so much faster than they could have anticipated.

Was this what his first injection cycle had been like?

No. Even if the symptoms were the same, this was fundamentally different. He wasn't injected while awake and fighting restraints too big for his little wrists. He wasn't dumped in a frigid prison cell to survive the first infection alone.

Jak was constantly monitored, fluids fed into him to compensate for how much he sweated out. Cold compresses pressed against his forehead at all times. Bio readings on constant readout.

And, most vital of differences, the people around him were fighting to keep him alive because they cared about him, not because it was inconvenient to lose a test subject.

Damas barely ate or drank during those two days. He didn't sleep more than a few minutes at a time. Every waking moment was spent at Jak’s bedside, holding his hand or smoothing back his hair.

Sometime after evening meal on the second day, Sister Yan returned with the light eco. That was the first time Jak’s eyes opened, if only for a moment. The light eco did little more than break the fever, but even just that was a relief. Everything else was up to Jak, now. He just had to fight.

"You can do this, little one," Damas whispered, over and over. "Just stay with me, Jak. Stay with me."

By now word had spread: Damas had a child in the hospital. Now was not the time to bring petty concerns to him. The council of advisors appointed Mako as interim steward to seize temporary power in his absence -- how very strange it was to live in a place where he trusted Mako wholeheartedly to make the right choices and peacefully hand over power when he returned! And he would have trusted any of his advisors to be a good steward of the throne!

Perhaps it was because they had all shed blood as equals. They knew what it was to go hungry. To suffer thirst. They each knew what it was to go without a roof over their heads. It was a lot easier to govern a people when you didn't try to balance on a pedestal high above them.

Jak woke while Damas was dozing. His movements were slow, and sluggish, but the faint sound of his bare arm against the sheets was enough to snap Damas back to consciousness. His eyes flew open and he straightened to check the bed.

Confused blue eyes blinked sleepily back at him.

"Jak!"

Damas leaped up, hands hovering awkwardly.

"Are you alright? How do you feel, son?"

Jak squinted against the fluorescent light and squinched one eye shut.

Too tired to lift his hands, he grudgingly used his voice.

"Th. Thhhhh. Hers. Tee."

"You're thirsty?"

"Mhm."

Jak didn't understand why there were tears in Damas’s eyes. Or why he laughed at that.

"I'm not surprised! Hold on, bug, I'll get you some water."

It wasn't cold, but Jak didn't care. He felt like he hadn't had anything to drink in days! He grumbled when Damas made him slow down, and tried to pull away. Something tugged painfully at the crook of his elbow, and he yelped.

"Ouch!"

He turned, and saw a tube. Sticking out of his arm. Sticking out of the skin.

What did that mean?!

Very, very slowly, Jak swiveled back to look up at Damas.

"Tha-at?" He asked nervously.

Damas brushed the hair from his face -- hey! Where were his goggles?! -- and kept making a sad face. Why the sad face? What was going on?

"It's medicine, son."

Damas swallowed hard.

"That's um. It's a special kind of tool for when people can't take medicine like normal. The doctor uses that little- little tube to trick your body into thinking it's part of the bloodstream. The um. The medicine goes straight into your blood to fight infection there."

Jak hastily drained the last of the water in the paper cup and forced out a few lethargic signs.

"It stays there?”

"No, no no no!" Damas took the cup from him and refilled it. "Only until that bag is empty. See?"

He pointed to where the pinkish line sat on the bag.

"Once that's gone, Dr. Rezzik will come take it out. We'll put a little tourniquet on it, and you'll be fine in a few hours."

"Woo. Aye. Nnn-n oh. Ee. Co?"

Damas winced and drew back a little.

"You...need to stay away from eco for a few weeks, son."

A few weeks?! Jak was horrified. What had happened?! He'd just been playing with eco on the beach, with Flick! How did he get to this cold white room, with a medicine tube, and no eco?

Jak wanted to ask what happened. Why he was here. But his voice was tired, and his arms were tired.

"...d...Dad-t?" he asked, trying to pour all his questions into that one word.

Damas’s breath caught. He slowly lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Do you remember what happened? When you were playing with Flick?" he asked softly.

Jak tried to remember, he really did. But his brain felt all mushy and sleepy.

He shrugged.

"That was-" Damas sighed and brushed back Jak’s hair again. "That was three days ago, son. You accidentally made dark eco."

Jak recoiled in horror. Made dark eco?! Like the Acherons?! Did that make him bad like them?

Samos would be so mad at him! Daxter would be so mad!

"Hey, hey, Jak, look at me. Look at Dad."

The words snapped Jak back to the present, and he turned teary eyes towards Damas. Damas didn't look angry, at least.

"It was just an accident, son." Damas reached down and squeezed his hand. "You're not in trouble, and neither is Flick. Not for that, at least. I'm just-"

He shuddered. "I was so worried, Jak! You wouldn't wake up! We had to induce eco overexposure just to correct the imbalance!"

"That's why my core hurts?" Jak felt the spot between his sternum and intestines where the small organ sat. The skin there was hot and tender to the touch. He hissed in pain and withdrew his hand.

"Yes, son. It is. I'm sorry.”

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There were, Jak discovered, pros and cons of being in "the hoss-piddle". He couldn't run, he couldn't get out of bed, and it was intensely boring.

But Damas was almost always there! And sometimes Jak's friends visited!

Raza even snuck her dogat kitten in under her shirt and almost started a mini riot in the children's ward.

Flick hadn't visited yet.

Damas said shd felt like it was her fault he'd been in a "coma" for two days. That she probably felt too guilty to come see him.

Didn't make Jak feel better about it. How did he know she didn't just want to stay away from dark eco?

Dr. Rezzik said it would never fully go away. Even if it was only a tiny little bit, that dark spot on his chest was probably permanent. They didn't know how he'd done it, but he'd absorbed it into his core.

That scared Jak a lot more than he let on. Would he turn gray and lose his reason, like Gol and Maia?

Emotions sat a little closer to the surface while he was in the hospital. Little things bothered him in ways they hadn't before.

Lights hurt his eyes too much once the sun went down. The sound of the kid in the next bed chewing his food made him irrationally angry for some reason. Sometimes just the chair next to his bed being empty made him start tearing up.

Nurse Brooks called it puberty. Jak was pretty sure he already did puberty. This was something else.

"Hey, kid."

Jak looked up from absolutely mangling a little metal can they'd somehow squeezed juice into. He hadn't even noticed that he'd crushed it into an unrecognizable lump.

Damas folded his arms and looked at the crumpled mess.

Jak's ears drooped. He'd spaced out again. He did that when things got too noisy already, but things were just noisier here.

But Damas just smiled and suppressed a chuckle.

"I bet you're ready to get out of here, huh?"

*"Yah,"* Jak said emphatically.

He looked around a moment, then sheepishly put the mangled can on the little tray his decidedly bland lunch had been on.

Wiping droplets of juice from his fingers, Jak hoisted himself further upright.

"Can I go home yet? I don't like it here!"

He'd repeated the same question almost every day. And almost every day the answer was "no, son, not yet."

More scans. More finger-sticks. More cold metal things against his back and chest so they could listen to his heart and lungs and core. More bedrest.

But today felt different.

Damas set a small canvas bag down on the chair beside the bed and nodded to it. "I brought you some clean clothes. You'll need to wear the pulse-monitor bracelet for a few more days, but Dr. Petros and Dr. Rezzik cleared you to come home."

Jak whooped and pumped his fist.

"Can we go now? Like right now?"

"You don't want to change first?"

Jak shook his head. "No. The longer I'm here, the scarier it gets. I'm gonna fight somebody if I have to wake up for one more night round."

"Please don't fight the nurses, they're just trying to help." Damas held out a hand and let Jak pull himself to his feet.

He examined the dark circles under his eyes and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Nurse Brooks said you haven't been sleeping well even without his rounds at night."

Jak looked away, embarrassed.

"Nightmares."

Tattooed faces and maddened eyes and crackling, arcing, dark eco-

"About when I landed in Haven. And the woods."

Damas pulled him into a very careful hug, avoiding compressing the icky little starburst shape on Jak’s chest.

"Oh Jak. I'm sorry, son. Do you think you'll sleep better in your own bed?"

"Yeah."

Jak took the time to say goodbye to his roommate. It wasn't Beten's fault he chewed so loudly. He didn't need to get so angry about it.

But Precursors he was glad to be getting away from all that slurping.

"Am I allowed to go exploring yet?" Jak asked as Damas walked him out of the ward. Some of the other kids waved to him. Some were only there for bumps and bruises, one or two were longterm residents with chronic conditions.

"We'll see how you feel tomorrow.”

"Aw!"

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

I think my funniest intro to adulthood was my eighteenth Birthday where I stayed up late the night before making sugar cookies in the shape of skulls with different faces and everything, just to clip the tray I was holding them on on the corner of a wall and drop the whole tray of them as I was heading out to the bus stop.

Adulthood is disappointment to your hard work and I got that lesson day 1

[kirby-the-gorb]

[goldensunset]

ayyyyy it's the art year in review post with my best work from each month

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

it's not sinking in that today might be the last day in my house and town for many months to come

[supermaks]

Kit do you not rep Charles anymore 😭

Of course I do he’s prime I just need a break from his team and that fucking dog