All right everyone. I did promise that I was committed to this
self-publishing venture. IN THE WRECKAGE is the first book in my m/m
sci-fi military romance series that is scheduled to be published on
February 24, 2017. Depending on when Amazon puts it up, it may actually drop earlier next week.
Regardless, I am so excited to share this story with you guys and would love it if you would reblog!
A Marine with honor.
After surviving a
horrific chemical attack that turned him into a metahuman, Captain Jamie
Callahan got a second lease on life. For three years he’s been working for the
Metahuman Defense Force and leading Alpha Team—all against the wishes of his
family. The job requires his full dedication, so it’s no surprise Jamie doesn’t
have time for a relationship. An enticing one-night stand with a gorgeous
stranger is all it takes to show Jamie exactly what he’s been missing. When a
mission to take down a terrorist cell brings that same stranger back into his
world, Jamie’s life gets complicated.
A soldier with secrets.
Staff Sergeant Kyle
Brannigan was only looking to relieve some stress after a long mission. He didn’t
know the hot guy he picked up at a bar was the leader of the MDF’s top field
team. When Kyle and his partner get seconded to Alpha Team to help fight a
terrorist threat, he has to balance his desire for Jamie against his duty to
keep his secrets safe. That gets harder and harder to do amidst regulations
both are tempted to break.
Two men trying to survive.
Giving into passion
could cost both their careers. Abiding by the rules will only result in
heartache. An attack on MDF headquarters brings with it a choice Jamie and Kyle
can’t escape—duty, or love?
Please note, In the Wreckage is a steamy m/m sci-fi military romance with a tiny bit of kink and a HFN ending.
Now, onto the story.
Ground level in the Chicago
megacity was a humid, crowded mess on the best of days. When a mafia-backed
terrorist group led by metahumans waged war against law abiding citizens, Chicago
became a shitshow of the worst kind not even the police could handle. Which
meant the best counterattack came not from local authorities, but in the form
of government-backed metahumans.
I posted this pic a while ago. But it’s still one of my favs of all time. This young Alpha is SOOOOOOOOO hot, and to see Him standing like this on His useless doormat is perfection. And the randomness of the location…on a highway…is even better. He is so gorgeous. To be under Him like this would be the honor of a lifetime. To feel that sneaker on my face, under His weight, OMG! I would do ANYTHING to be HIS slave. He could stomp His right foot on my head until it bled and I’d still love Him. Whatever makes Him happy. And if it hurt so much that I asked Him to stop, I’m guessing He wouldn’t. I would drink His bath water. I’d drink His piss. I’d lick His entire body clean. He could own me, if only I knew Him.
Angsty(ish) fluff in honor of Russia (my alpha anime husband)’s birthday today <3
The cold red letters on the analog clock read 1 AM when you finally heard the front door open and close.
You were laying in bed, buried under the covers to shield yourself against the cold, but you couldn’t sleep. On nights like this you couldn’t help but worry, not able to fall asleep until Ivan came home from his meetings. Tonight they were taking unusually long.
You sat up, listening to the dull clink of keys thrown on the counter and boots tossed in the corner. Heavy, slow footsteps echoed into your room before Ivan himself appeared in the doorway.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” he asked, groggily running a hand through his mussed hair.
“No, I was already awake,” you answered, watching as he shed his outer clothing and climbed into bed with you.
You snuggled up against him, but he didn’t respond. He laid there, motionless, staring up at the ceiling as if you weren’t there. His skin felt cold under your fingertips.
“What’s wrong?” you whispered.
He didn’t respond.
When you turned his face to look at you, his eyes were misty with tears. In that instant, you felt your heart crumble into pieces. You wished you had something to say. You didn’t.
The crack in his voice was enough to make your throat tighten.
“How can you love me?” he asked, hesitantly bringing up a finger to brush against your cheek, as if he were afraid you would flinch.
“What kind of question is that?”
“At the meeting-”
“Who asked you that question? I know some dickbag did. Who was it? I’ll go find them right n-”
“That’s not the point,” he interrupted, staring into your eyes with such intensity that you struggled to find a proper response.
“I can love you because… Because you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.” Before he could reply, you closed the gap between your faces, lips possessing his in an urgent burst of affection. The dazed look on his face when you pulled away was simply adorable, and you couldn’t help but smile softly. “Your past doesn’t matter to me. Only your now.” You snuggled up against his chest, melting into his warmth when his arm wrapped around you.
“Thank you, sunflower,” he murmured after a while, kissing the top of your head and nuzzling his cheek against it. “For everything.”
It was finally Friday, and Friday meant one thing for you and the guys. Game night. You and the guys have been looking forward to this for awhile, because John had to take a emergency trip down to South Carolina, thus missing the last get together. John knew y'all were upset, so he splurged and bought a new gaming system. Tonight was gonna be a wii sports tournament, which sounded exciting and terrifying simultaneously.
You headed to Laf’s dorm to pick him up before going to get Hercules, since the three of you lived on campus and only you had a car. Frankly you were relieved to know Lafayette didn’t have his license, the man was so hyper, you couldn’t imagine him behind the wheel. You shuddered at the thought.
Imagine you have become a breeding bitch for an alpha werewolf.
You first started dating a beta werewolf, unbeknownst to you. Your boyfriend was never around on the full moon, but you never thought it strange. But, one night he said he wanted to introduce you to his friends, so the two of you went down into the woods, much to your confused suspicion.
Werewolves certainly wasnt what you were expecting but its definitely what you got. The beasts circled you, bumping you with big sniffing noses, and the alpha, the largest, sunk his teeth into your hoodie and yanked you onto your back.
Your boyfriend tried to fight him, but you got the feeling it was more a “who gets you” fight then a “defending your honor” fight.
Long story short, he lost and the alpha tore your pants to shreds and ploughed you, howling all the way.
Your stomach swelled with his litter, his big fat pups as you felt a jet of come inside you and he continued thrusting.
He came and came and came and came, it felt like hours before he wore out, but with every thrust you felt more pups grow and kick inside you, and all the movement and the warmth and the growth made you orgasm more intensely then your boyfriend ever did, and your water broke.
You whimpered and begged to be filled with more of their huge pups, you didnt want to give birth yet!
You demanded more! You refused to push but the pups descended into the birth canal anyway crowning and being pushed out one after the other… Until the alpha came back, and plugged you.
He sprayed your insides with a gallon of come, and your enormous belly doubled in size and you were so pleasured it hurt how good it felt.
You begged for more and he gave it to you, all night long, refusing to let you birth any more pups until daybreak when he transforms back.
Your belly is a monolith of movement, its a no small marvel that youre alive, let alone thriving in birth.
As the sun comes up the birth gets harder, the pups transforming into human form, but its so much better.
You cry out in intense pleasure with every contraction, and the alpha, your new boyfriend, holds your hand and kisses you deeply and massages your massive aching tits while drinking their milk.
In honor of Homestuck’s end I’m giving you guys my Whispers in the Dark lyricstuck from back in summer 2014, before [S] Game Over ended the gigapause! Since I started college I’ve never had the time to finish it and probably never will, so here it is in it’s unfinished state (all the panels are there they’re just uncolored), untouched since then aside from a few of the sketches that I just quickly redrew because they were too messy. Enjoy!
The Impossibility of Grub Scars in Homestuck’s Trolls and the Biological Reasons Surrounding It.
Wordy title aside, I for once again feel inspired to take my love of obscure biological information and pour it into analyzing the biology of Homestuck’s trolls, so here we go!
Trolls as we know start their life in a larval stage, hatched from eggs laid by a common mother, before eventually pupating into the humanoid appearance we are more familiar with. However, since figures like His Honorable Tyranny, Mothergrubs themselves, and possibly even drones are all part of the Troll species, it should be understood that not all eggs will hatch into grubs that will become endoskeletal humanoids. The metamorphosis from grub to troll is a direct one, and not gradual. So changes akin to a tadpole becoming a frog or toad are not applicable here. Instead, grubs form cocoons around themselves after crawling up to the ceiling of a cave, and then undergo metamorphosis from there.
Inside a cocoon, which is a mechanism used by insects such as butterflies and moths, the larval stage will begin to secrete enzymes that will completely dissolve the body of the organism, only for it to be restructured into a completely new form. How this functions genetically is kind of a two-for-one package, where one part of the DNA will be active to begin with to create a larval form, whereas another part will be activated to form the adult form during pupation. This means that the entire body of the grub will dissolve, from the legs to even the brain, meaning that memories from before pupating are beyond impossible, and the newly formed body will have no traces of ever having had a different form. This same mechanism that alters the activations of the DNA could possibly be why some trolls could develop wings, a trait that only the mothergrubs usually possess. Because they are the same species, such a mutation could easily occur.
So this is why trolls cannot have grubscars. The body they possess after pupation occurs is physically unrelated to their grub form. While formed from the same nutrients and DNA, the physiology is completely new, and is separated from the larval stage by a process of dissolving and reforming.
Trolls are fascinating creatures. Physiologically humanoid, but developmentally and reproductively insectoid. It’s a combination that does not occur on earth, which just adds to how alien trolls and their culture are to us as readers.
i can’t live like a dog, when i’m born to be a tiger pour me whatever you have, liquor, money or honor fame flash light, give it to me
— Kyung Minho.
23 anos. Administração de Empresas e Música. Alpha Theta. Atletismo, união estudantil, clube de música. Filho do dono de uma das maiores gravadoras da Coreia, herdeiro de uma fortuna. Inteligente, ambicioso, dedicado; arrogante, manipulador, hipócrita. Fuckboy seletivo. Melhor ser temido do que amado. Conservador, “estou sempre certo”. He will fight you.
On the Steps of the Dew Plantation House …..
“ Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world ” -Harriet Tubman
If you could dream as a black woman during slavery, I know for sure that the possibilities for me are beyond my wildest…
Student Psychological Association President
International Psychology Honors Secretary
Alpha Kappa Delta Sociology Honors
Heading to Pepperdine University for a Masters in Clinical Psychology
You don’t believe me, huh bro? Let me teach you how it’s done.
First you wear nice tight jeans and a tight t shirt. Then you slouch down in the chair and get a nice “man spread” going. Proceed to raise your flexed ,muscled arm. And of course you look away with a cocky look on your superior, alpha face.
And before you know it BOOM! the faggots by you are dropping to their knees begging to serve and worship you. Look, I got 3 of them crawling to me right now. One fag will get the degradation of licking up the coke I spilled on the floor. One faggot will have the extreme pleasure of licking my filthy shoes clean. The third faggot will be humiliated by me forcing him to sniff and lick the sweat from my pits. And yes bro, all 3 faggots will have to pay me for the honor of putting them in their place. They are now my cash fags in my ever growing stable of faggot slaves.
What’s that bro??? You’re right, I forgot about my crotch sniffing faggot. Well look at you getting down on your knees bro! Crawl over here to Master with your wallet open and welcome to Master’s crotch. you learned your lesson well faggot!
Since Mr. James Earl Jones was the First Entry into February, which is
also the start of Black History Month, I’ve decided to make more
Afro-American VA Tributes, starting with Mr. Keegan-Michael Key, the star of ‘Key & Peele’,
but also the Voice man of Beefersutherland, Todd, Darnell, Cory
Battlers, the Bartender, & the Bass Player for Couch Burners from 'Bob’s Burgers’, Detective Diedrich in 'Archer’, the Alpha Wolf in 'Storks’, & Judge Peckinpah in 'the Angry Birds Movie’. I might do Jordan Peele & Keith David Later/Soon.
Honorable Mentions: Murray the Mummy in 'Hotel Transylvania 2’(replacing Cee-Lo Green) Foreman Jim in 'the LEGO Movie’