#oh fffffffuck

[wailshe-a]

@benbraeden / continued from here.

“it’s safer if you just go, or it’s easier? you’re just gonna pack up and leave me here in the middle of the night with not so much as a goodbye? i… i thought you were better than that, that i could trust you to stick with me no matter what. i don’t give my trust out that easily, it has to be earned. i really believed you earned it after everything we’ve been through. but i guess i was wrong. i was wrong about you.” pain seeps through her entire being, rotting through her veins and eating away at her very bloodstream. her vision is blurry with what, rage and fear? the betrayal cuts through her like a knife to the heart, jaw hardening as her eyes give away just how angry and hurt she feels. “ if you walk out that door, that is it. you will never see me again, you will never call me or contact me again. i’ve been through enough in my lifetime, i’ve seen horrors worse than your shapeshifter. i still stayed by the ones i cared about, i didn’t up and leave. you’re betraying me, ben. you’re betraying us, and that’s not something i can forgive. i don’t have time for you to get your shit together and decide whether i’m worth the risk or not, because i am worth more than that. worth more than what you’re about to do.”

[threepandas]

Bad End: Eve

You know how most Otome games are vaguely historical? Usually some non-specific mishmash of European countries? But fluffier and with more bows? It had once "gotten" to me, I think. I remember looking for outliers. Non-joke ones. Something that wasn't just "but this time with hats!"

I found one.

And now? Now I'm not sure if I curse that day or thank whatever force of nature lead me there. I guess... I guess it depends. Would I still have ended up HERE? If I had not found it? If so, then I genuinely and actually fucking rue it. Like... like actual "you'll rue the day! Bwahaha!" Type rue it. That's me. Ruing.

But? If it was always going to happen?

Then I guess...

I guess I'm weirdly glad. Because at least I have some fucking idea of what's going ON. Terrible, as it all is. Fucked, as the situation is. At least I'm not... not confused. Blind and at the mercy of those around me. Ignorance truely isn't bliss. All it does is leave you to try an fill in the blanks yourself. Usually with something far worse.

Not that the situation could GET much worse, by much.

I was in an Otome game. NOT a flower, high society, and dragons kind either. No. I? Was in a Dark Sci-Fi otome game. "Fate of man" was thrown around a lot. Power of luuuuv~ and such. Also, you know, HORRIFIC ethical violations. Human experimentation. Cataclysmic events and humanity "starting over".

All the high drama sci-fi concepts you could expect. It was a romp. Had good art. I'd had fun! Which is why I remember it so clearly.

Less fun when you're IN IT.

When you AREN'T one of the characters you KNOW will survive.

In fact, are one of the characters you know WON'T fucking survive. And will probably die MESSY. Horribly. Cause see, our BELOVED Harem collecting Protagonist? She? Was AN Eve. "AN".

Take a wild fucking guess what THAT project is about.

Did you say "breeding a better race of humans"? Ding ding ding! With humanity currently fucked, they want to FIX the problem by FIXING humanity. And of course, fuck ethics! Volunteers? Why use those?! Let's horrifically mad scientist our way to atrocity-ville! Make it all the more "God rightfully punishing us for our unforgivable sins" when we get wiped out!

Fffffffuck YOU, plot! I have to live here too!

You may, in fact, be picking up a slight note of stir crazy. A "wow, this lady rambles like a mother fucker" vibe. You would TOO, if you were stuck in a FUCKING TUBE. All I can do, day in and day out? Is wake, think, observe, then go right back to sleep. I can't even eat! I got a TUBE for that!

I... I miss showers.

Everything is GOO.

I'm an Eve. And if it weren't for the air tube controlng my breathing? I'd laughing hysterically until I died. And no, not in the "oh how funny" way. God. Oh... oh god. What a way to die. NONE of the Eves survive "the program".

Those IDIOTS are so OBSESSED with making bigger and bigger, better and better, FUCKING JUGGERNAUTS? That the Adams? Have long since reached the point of "mindless killing machine". UNSTABLE is putting it lightly. There is sexual dimorphism and then there's literal incompatibility.

But GOD FORBID the scientists admit that THEY are the ones with the inferior product.

It... it was even part of the game's plot. The scientist who made "Eve" HID her while HE made an Adam. I do not have that luxury. Somewhere, there is an unstable BESERKER being told I'm his "wife". That we're going to be HAPPY together. That he'll get to put his bruising, blood soaked hands anywhere he WANTS... just after he WINS me from the other Adam's.

Got to prove HE'S the best specimen, after all.

It makes my skin crawl. All I can hope, is that I can either provoke the bastard enough to kill me before they have a chance to stop him, or? I use my own enhanced strength to snap my neck. Maybe bite my tounge. Like HELL am I letting an Adam get near me.

The hiss of laboratory doors.

"Perfection at last..." Comes a relieved sigh. "All those HIDEOUS specimens. Why they make me suffer them, I'll never understand. We should have terminated them months ago. My poor project, they really think they're WORTHY of you..."

There's a derisive laugh. The scientist strolling into the lab I've been developing in, familiar. I watch him casually shrug off his lab coat and dump is bag. Hang his coat over the back of his chair. Turn, as he does each day, to STARE up at me. His eyes are a pale, pale purple the likes of which I've never seen before.

They're HAUNTING.

There is almost a red tint to them, though maybe that's the lights. The goo. I can never tell. He always looks ENTRANCED by me. Floating, visored, connected to far too many tubes an' wires. I'd think it was the fact that I was naked if it weren't for the way his gaze doesn't seem to drift lower then my shoulders. Seems more entranced by the way my hair moves, as though under water.

I've never once heard him talk about me lustfully.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't SCARE me.

"Let's begin, shall we? Time for your daily doses, mmm?" He says, voice dangerously affectionate. As though i had CHOSEN to do this to myself. As though he were merely reminding me of my morning medicine and not the hell ahout to come. "Going to be good for me? I know you shall, you always are."

He turned back to his desk, his computer. A few keystrokes... and I could feel the pod above me begin to hum, as it awoke. Oh god. Oh god it never got easier. From the corner of my eyes, bright chemicals slide down thind lines and into my veins. Like lines of lava. Bolts of electricity and pain. It was... AGONY.

My muscles seized. Brain screeched, first to the screaming I wish I could make... then static. With the long practice of daily pain, it took me far away. The click, click, click of keys. The sound of his voice, so terribly PLEASED, as I hung there and just TOOK it. No restraints, no strugging, no damaging myself. Just unbearable fire in my veins and a brain far, far away.

"Good girl~"

Distantly a phone rang. He made an annoyed sound, but picked up regardless.

"What. I'm in the middle of- ...Excuse me? I'm quite sure I did not hear you correctly. I said 'NO'. She's not-....I will NOT BE-...What. Are you out of your god damned MIND? That pile of scraps you call a project is coming NOWHERE near my-! ....you think you're clever, don't you?"

"Fine. You want to TALK? Let's TALK, Anderson. I'll be there in five."

From far away, past the pain, I watched him chance down at something at the screen. Back up to me. He hung up the phone but did not pause the program. Instead, calmly rising from his desk. Shrugging on his lab coat. Rounding the desk and striding towards my bio-tube.

"Hmmm, honestly, it should have been spaced out over a few more days... but you can take it. Endure a bit longer for me, would you, darling? Daddy's going to go deal with something for just a moment, he'll be right back, my perfect girl. Be good."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to my tank. One hand splayed next to it like he badly wished he could touch. Could stroke skin. Hold his creation close. It was not the first time he had done this. Small, covetous, little actions like he wanted to crawl inside my skin and STAY there. Like he cursed the glass that separated us.

He pulled back. Shifted to the side and kneeled. He... had hidden something behind my bio-pod? When? Apparently before I had become aware. Because I had not known about it. A black shoe box. I watched him open i-GUN. Thaaaat was a gun! Fuck. Well at least? By the time anyone thinks to look in on me? The overdose will probably have killed me?

There is a cold, terrible smile on his face as he rolls to his face. Tucking the gun into an inner pocket. It has a silencer. He leans forward one last time. Lightly kissing the glass of my pod, as though heading off to work and not to very obviously kill somebody. The pain continues. Builds. I watch him leave.

With nothing to anchor myself on... time blurs.

I think? There are alarms? Red lights flash. Then they stop. There is shouting at one point. But then silence. An explosion? Or am I hallucinating? Pain. My nerves are on fire. I don't want to have SKIN. Please... please make it STOP! Calm foot steps? Come to kill me? Please come to kill me. Make it STOP.

The lights died a... time? Ago? Emergency lights on now. Generators in the room are loud. Why can I still hear the feet? Footses? Words. H..hurts. please.

Click.

The pain eases to a stop. Aching but nothing new. Over? Oh, thank god. I can sleep now, right? But... sound? New. At my feet. Gurgling. Wha-? The very top of my head feels cold. Then my forehead. Then my temple's and ears, cheeks, jaw... wait. Is? Is the tube...DRAINING? I open my eyes.

When did I close them?

He's back.

Standing right in front of the tube. Blood staining the hem of his coat, lingering marks of his massacre cleaned but not quite scrubbed from his body. There are little off red stains on his cheek, from what must be blood splatter. They look like tiny freckles.

I'm... I can't...

I reach as the tube down my throat is pulled almost carelessly away by the machine. Choke, suffocate, as the same is done for my air tube. But then it's done... and I can BREATHE under my own power. Gasp and splutter, as the goo sloshes around my knees. Then it's gone. And the tube I've been leaning my weight against is roughly pulled away.

I collapse forward, my muscles having never actually supported me in this life.

Arms catch me. Wrapping me in a possessive hug. A hand immediately burying itself in long uncut hair, even as the other wraps itself around my torso to lean me against his body in a cradle. My face is pressed to his neck by the hand in my hair, cradling my head and neck. I can feel breath against the goo wet crown of my head.

"Finally~" he breaths out, whispering it against me like a sigh. "My beautiful, perfect girl. My darling creation. It took so LONG. Those retrobates interfering at every turn, lusting after you like ANIMALS, trying to keep you from me. Then, worst of all, trying to toss you to some pack of savages? Oh, darling~ Daddy's been so worried for you."

"But we'll be okay now, won't we? I finally have you. All fresh and finally finished. My perfect Eve. You can pick any name you want, of course. You and I will be leaving this ugly little place. Daddy has PLANS. A fresh new world, just for you, sweetheart."

He laughed, his hug tightening in a way that would have left bruises had I been a normal human. Kisses were pressed to my temple. A cheek, rubbed against my hair. He seemed... seemed GIDDY with it. That nothing could stop him now. There was no glass in his way. I could not move yet. My muscles twitched when I tried, but that was it. I wasn't even sure I could talk yet, if I tried.

"Aaah~♡ Welcome to the World, Darling. My Perfection. My Eve. This time no snakes or Adams to tarnish you. To get in your way. Just you and your Father~"

"FOREVER~♡"

Next: ->

[goddesstrolls]

>> You fiddle with a bolt on a park bench. You wanted to see if you could effectively set a trap by loosing the bolts just enough that the bench would collapse when someone sat on it. This one bolt is stuck fast, though, so you've been trying to pry it loose with your knife.

>> It's a nice, sturdy knife with an ornate handle accented with gold. You're also pushing it a little past how it ought to be, but it'll be fine, the blade's meant to be flexible......

>> ...Or so you thought, until the blade cracked and snapped in two. It's not just a little bit on the tip or anything, it's full in half.

>> Oh fuck. You stare at it for several moments as you process that, yes, it is in fact broken. You can't fix this.

"Fffffffuck. Okahni's gonna fucking kill me."

>> You pick up the other half and place it against the rest of the blade, the way it would have been when it was whole. Shit, you really can't fix this. Fuck.

[themightyhumanbroom]

*Tangle and Whisper cuddling on a couch*

Whisper: Hey hun? If you had feelings for me for so long, what finally made you ask me out?

Tangle: Oh just some words of-

*Flashback*

Surge: THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU TWO AREN'T DATING!?!?!

Tangle: I-

Surge: IT'S LITERALLY THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED ABOUT YOU TWO!!!

Tangle: that's really nice bu-

Surge: YOU'RE ALWAYS HOLDING HANDS AND STUFF!!!!

Tangle: LISTEN! I would love to date Whisper, but she's way out of my league and I'm not sure she sees me that way.

Surge: IS YOUR FFFFFFFUCKING BRAIN SMOOTH!?!?!?! SHE IS CLEARLY, ABSOLUTELY 110% HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU!!!!!

Tangle: Y-you really think so?

Surge: YES!!!!! NOW GO ASK HER OUT BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS!!!!!

Tangle: W-what?

Surge: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

*Flashback over*

Tangle: -encouragement.

[bloodanddiscoballs]

my fffffffucking mother asked who "that ugly sad looking man" is cause my friend sent me a drawing to hang up and mom was there when I opened the gift and as I was saying oh he's a character from a game I really like I felt this image hanging over me

[j26futturman]

I heard the black is happy with you :3 your getting a bubble bath now

OH MY FUCKING GOD I FffffffUCKING LOVE BUBBLES SO FUCKING MUCH THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING DAY EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR BRO

[hlizr50]

Remember that wonderful art by elizianna.the.one on Instagram? Where Lidia got a sunburn? You can check it out here!

Well, of course I had to write about it, because everything she draws is perfect and makes me want to dive into a slice of Ruhn and Lidia's life.

Aloe-ve You is a part of Tis the Season on AO3, a series solely dedicated to the inspiration derived from the artwork of elizianna.the.one!

You can check out Tis the Season here on AO3!

Read Aloe-ve You on AO3, or read below!

As much as Ruhn wanted Lidia wearing a bikini for… the rest of their lives… he also needed to get her out of the sun.

She was burnt.

She was very burnt. 

“We need to get you inside, baby,” he crooned, curling an arm around her and pulling her against his bare chest. Fuck, her skin was hot against his as he kissed her temple. “You’re fucking fried.” She looked down.

“It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Oh, Lids. You’re so fucking cute,” he laughed, peppering his kisses down to her cheek. “You’re in for a world of hurt. Come on.” With a little tap to her perfect ass he encouraged her forward before bending down, scooping up their towels and Lidia’s book, and following her back to Flynn’s beach house. 

When they were inside, Ruhn tried to suppress a shiver from the stark shift from the summer sun to the chilly air conditioning, and her skin prickled. Hooking her gently with his arm he walked them both to the kitchen.

“Drink some water and then sit that pretty little ass down on the couch. I’m going to get the aloe.” He leaned down and caught her lips with his. She tasted like sunlight and the coconut lip balm she’d applied earlier. Then Ruhn hustled away, bounding up the stairs to their room. He returned merely seconds later, the big bottle of green gel in one hand and one of his hoodies in the other. Judging by the way she’d pulled one of the throws up over her legs where she sat, she’d likely need extra protection against the air conditioning for her sensitive skin.

“I will admit that it’s a little worse than I thought,” she murmured sheepishly as she ran her hands over her arms. She could likely feel the heat radiating off the angry, red flesh.

“Just a little,” Ruhn chuckled, dropping himself onto the sofa cushion behind her. He brushed the wisps of fine blonde hair from her nape and leaned over her to press his lips to her cheek. “But don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” There the goosebumps were, again, and he chose to believe that this time it was because of his honeyed tone instead of the cool air.

He flipped the cap open and squirted a considerable dollop of aloe gel into his hand, snickering to himself as he envisioned what would happen next.

But at least he would warn her first.

“Okay, this is gonna be cold.” Lidia’s whole body jerked when he began slathering the calming gel between her shoulder blades.

“Fffffffuck me,” she hissed between clenched teeth. Ruhn’s laughter shook his shoulders.

“I would love to, but I think you might want to reconsider.” 

“I hate you,” the blonde muttered, which only made his grin grow wider.

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” he crooned, leaning in so that his breath tickled her ear. “And this morning.”

Lidia turned her head, golden eyes gleaming as her nose brushed his. Her voice was light and breathy. “You sound mighty smug about it.” Ruhn gave a peck to the tip of her sunburnt nose.

“I’m very smug about it. I’d like to find out how much you don’t hate me right now, but you had to go and get yourself burnt to a crisp.” His lips roamed to her shoulder, the heat of her skin warming him as he murmured against the tender flesh. “What am I supposed to do now, Lidia?” Ruhn felt her body shudder, and he hooked his arms around her middle and pulled her into his lap, her back against his hard chest. When she hissed, he immediately loosened his hold.

“Sorry, baby,” he added sheepishly, scolding himself for so quickly forgetting that she’d been absolutely fried. But she was just so fucking sexy and it was so fun to play with her like this.

And he knew that she could feel the hardness of his rigid length against her perfect, round ass.

“You have a one-track mind, Danaan.” Lidia tried to sound grumpy, but the way she curled into him and laid her hands on top of his showed Ruhn that she was just as content as he was.

He kissed her cheek and then grazed his teeth over the shell of her ear. “I can’t be held responsible for my body’s natural reaction to having a luscious, scantily clad blonde in my lap.” She rolled her hips – just a little – grinding her ass on his erection and earning a guttural groan.

“Just any scantily clad blonde?” she asked, her voice lifting with expectation.

“Are there any others?” Ruhn answered, just as she rubbed against him again. “You better behave, baby, or I’ll spank that pretty little ass and make it match the rest of you.”

The pretty, woefully sunburnt blonde wriggled out of his grasp and turned, straddling his hips and laying her hands on his shoulders. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss before tugging on the silver lip ring with her teeth. Then she leaned further, her words branding him with searing suggestion. “Why don’t you take me upstairs and finish rubbing me down, and then I’ll repay the kindness.” 

The way she laughed when he hurriedly, haphazardly scooped her up and sprinted upstairs was like sweet music. The way he’d made her scream his name after was like a dream. And the way he felt as her hand squeezed him and her warm, perfect mouth sucked him dry was fucking poetry.

Clearly, he shouldn’t have been too worried about Lidia’s sunburn interfering with their fun. And, yes, he was still very smug about it.

[maddiebiscuits]

I didn't play Shadowlands but I followed it, here was one of the biggest issues I had with it besides all the Sylvanas and Tyrande and Jailer stuff: Uther's plotline

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNSnOAumlB8 In the cinematic where Arthas goes to super hell, the storyline of Uther's afterlife is that the Frostmourne has some crazy Maw magic because they changed the lore...fffffffucking whatever, okay.

One of the angel ladies goes "Oh my god, there is something wrong in the living world and in our world for this to happen, our whole system is flawed!" She is shunned for this (it is later revealed she is essentially right) she starts down a "dark" path of rebellion against the angel land or whatever and Uther follows her.

When Arthas dies at the end of Wrath, they grab his soul before it can be "sorted" into what this angel lady and uther believe is a flawed system (it is) and they go to dump his ass straight into Super Hell (the Maw) Uther has a moment of guilt all "he was my student UwU" but the angel lady says "have your fucking revenge dude" and he goes "NO. This is not VENGEANCE, this is JUSTICE" and drops him into super hell.

Now later in Shadowlands, the angel lady is super-killed, because her and her followers have gone down a "dark path", but Uther, of course, gets to live. However it is revealed that there is a problem with the Shadowlands sorting system and the Maw, so she was right anyway.

But Uther gets a second chance to "make amends" and he says "The angel lady blinded me. She brought me down a dark path saying it was justice...but it was truly vengeance."

my guy YOU said it was justice in the cinematic she told you OUTRIGHT that this was about vengeance this was about you just fuckin LIED to the camera the writers literally forgot an entire cinematic

[dykeomania]

honestly??

ellie just really needs to be shut up sometimes

god knows how much she rambles and overthinks and the words just pour from her so i think baby needs something to keep her nice and busy

like fingers, in her mouth

(why do i feel like she'd have an oral stim?)

aaand she needs to let go

i want to make her careless and not realize she's being so loud and whiny

after all that, of course, some lovely aftercare and perhaps a bubble bath for our girl :)

… oh Fffffffuck yeah

[fragileizywriting]

i don't know where this even came up or what it's referring to but for the life of me i want kitty to have a "goop" moment. don't ask me what this means bc i have no idea. i think that's what makes it funnier, no one except kitty luka and adrien know what "gooping" means.

not even the author.

dl luka asks the whole group what they want for dinner and kitty is like so drooly. hello hi. tall (taller!) luka with deep voice? fffffffuck. she's so fucking screwed. she's looking at dl luka with stars in her eyes and a pretension to bite and sas adrien just elbows her and tells her "no gooping."

and then turns to dl luka and goes: "sorry. sorry about the gooping. she's fine, i promise."

dl luka looks confused, but then again, nothing about today is normal. so. "'gooping'?"

"you've never gooped before?" and then, a beat passes because dl marinette is losing her mind in hysterics because hello? and sas adrien realizes the weirdness of the word. he starts scrambling to explain. "it's not— oh my god— this isn't sexual. non sexual gooping, i promise, scout's honor—"

dl luka is losing his mind. "non...sexual gooping."

"oh she's gooping alright," dl marinette teases. "look at her. she's gooped."

[fudwy]

Bdays soon so of couse some fantasy drop

This fucking man does not have something super fancy planned for me!!!!! He doesn't!!!!!! I'm sorry but he doesn't haha????

He buys me a cake n takes me to dinner n that's that!! And you know, that's all I need honestly :) <3

But hoooohooahfjadh he does have something else in mind...

Once we're done w dinner and we have some cake, he starts to get a lil touchy with me, telling me how lovely I am... How greatful he is that we're together... How much he loves me.. OUUUGH.. he kisses my shoulder, neck and ear until he finally smooches me while rubbing and grabbing on my thighs and lies me down on the couch..

I try to sit up as he starts to yank on my blouse to remove it, but he quickly dismisses me and says "You just lie there and relax. It's your special day, let me handle it"

FFFFFFFUCK

I'd gladly describe how I want him to fucking creampie me n clean his mess up by eating me out MAN but i'm so sleepy so maybe later...........

Oh wait one last thought... Him nibbling n sucking my nipples AAAAA good boy atta boy

[ochrearia]

I FFFFFFFUCKING FOUND SOMETHING THAT FITS TO WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR. ITS NOT THE WHOLE SONG BECAUSE OF COURSE NOT BUT THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT WHEN I SAID "SILLY BILLY HIT SINGLE IS VERSATILE ENOUGH TO BE SLOWED DOWN AND MADE INTO A LULLABY" AND I AM RUNNING WITH IT

Oh you guys are doomed my poly propaganda readers you have lost the war part 14 is gonna hurt

[ask-thsc-blog]

Dem:I wouldn't wanna lose a future husband now would i~? *₩icked them both up and inserted his dicks into both of them*

AlexAAHH~

CAL: "Oh my FffffffUCK~!'

[digital-roots]

i dont know how to describe the fear i felt when i saw your post about some christian ducktales blog reblogging from you, and then felt an even bigger fear seeing the exact blog jsut underneath it, AND THEN THE HORROR OF HOVERING MY MOUSE OVER THE PROFILE AND SEEING YOUR INTRODUCTOARY POST ON THEIR BLOG????????????????????????????????????????????

I LITERALYL SCREAMEDD

FFFFFFFUCKING RUN ROMEO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

please tell me you blocked them oh my god the fear rn is causing me to scuttle around the room like a mouse in a thunderstorm are you okay???

Jajesusujsjsjdj yeha i blocked them. Crazy ass coincidence

[thegreatobsesso]

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Ooooohhhh, fun questions! Thank you, nonny. :D

1. What are you most excited to write with this WIP?

Moments where characters are backed into a corner and have to face their fears. 😈 I just fffffffucking love making them uncomfortable.

2. How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage?

In the daydream/brainstorm phase I had never even tried to write a story before so it's changed a lot. I really had nooooo concept of what I was actually trying to do at first. Except I guess I knew I wanted to tell a story that made other people care about the characters I suddenly cared about.

I did have the vague strokes of how I wanted it to end, and it actually does end that way! But everything in between was nothing whatsoever like the ideas swimming around my brain in the beginning.

3. Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?

It's Simon. It's just, oh my god. I can't. He's the simplest character on the surface and not the one I would be the most attracted to in the media I consume, but he's just... he was such a surprise to me when I started this whole thing and writing him is a comfortable experience??? Getting to know him was just a process of learning how to get out of my own way and let him be who he is, and I love that journey and I love him.

[darkclouud9]

Fffffffuck I'm realising how good I draw hands. They look so good. Still not the best, but oh my gosh.........