“Does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw,’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn’t. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
And Black Plague said to White Plague, “Shall you do the honors or shall I?” And White Plague smiled softly and said “Why not both.”
an INCREDIBLE!! collab with the amazing @hermannco
We talked about his Crane as the embodiment of tuberculosis, which led to the two versions as aspects of pestilence, with mine as bubonic plague. I did inking, Leo did colors and GOD did it make it pop so vividly and concretely. It really turned out so amazingly and better than I ever hoped.
Finally I made Grell and William in the Sims 4. I don’t usually create characters from the anime, but I’m just going crazy because of Grelliam, so… now I’m going to create a big family with two lovely parents and some adopted children. ;D
At the moment William works as a businessman and loves to cook for his beloved, while Grell adores to draw and try on makeup at the vanity table. Soon they’ll adopt their first children and Grell will be the best mommy ever! \≧▽≦/
Prompt: Alex being embarrassed about asking for something in bed. Maggie being the soft reassuring girlfriend she is
She told Kara she’s been… thinking… about Maggie.
And she has been.
Thinking about her smile and the way she tries to look cocky when she’s shooting pool; the way she’s tough – so damn tough – but she never seems to mind losing to Alex.
Thinking about how quickly she gets leads, how brilliantly she deduces means, motive, and method.
Thinking about her lips, how those jeans fit her as she bent over to line up a shot at the pool table last night, how close they had been when they clinked beer bottles in salute to them, to life, to being alive one more day.
Thinking about what Maggie might look like with her clothes off, thinking about how those lips might taste, thinking about what it would be like to touch her hair, to undress her, to be skin to skin with her, to make her scream.
And now? Now that she’s kissed her, been rejected, been sought out, been kissed… now that she has a girlfriend – she still can’t believe she has a girlfriend – Alex keeps thinking.
Keeps thinking, and sometimes, amazingly – doing.
Because kissing has turned to making out, and making out has brought hands under shirts and mouths to exposed throats and desperate, breathy gasps of the other’s name out of panting, parted lips.
She and Maggie agreed early on – at Maggie’s soft but firm urging – to take things slowly, and they have been, they have been – it’s been hard, it’s almost been impossible, but they have been – but god, that doesn’t stop Alex from thinking.
Thinking about sex, and eventually, experiencing it.
Soft and slow and something akin to reverent, eyes locked into eyes and fingers interlaced and soft moans of the other’s name instead of sharp screams of curses.
And god, Alex Danvers loves having sex with Maggie Sawyer. Letting Maggie make love to her. Making love to Maggie. With her.
But still, she thinks.
And, more often than not, she’s embarrassed by what she thinks.
Maggie tells her she shouldn’t be. They talk about everything before they do it – Maggie is never anything if not careful with Alex – and Maggie has those soft, penetrating eyes that Alex is pretty certain would never judge her, would never laugh at her in a mean way.
Sometimes she’s embarrassed by what she thinks.
Because she’s new to the whole experience of enjoying intimacy, and the things they’re already doing are so powerfully intimate; so too are the things Alex wants to do. The things Alex is afraid to ask for.
Because Alex thinks about Maggie holding her down. Maggie tying her down. Maggie leaving marks all across her chest with her lips, her tongue, her teeth. Maggie blindfolding her and gagging her and fucking her hard and silent until the only sound is the connection of their bodies and Maggie’s ragged breath.
She thinks about it, but even though Maggie tells her she can ask anything, ask for anything, she doesn’t quite know how to.
So the next time Maggie’s on top of her, panting and eager and wanting her – Alex still can’t quite believe that this woman wants her, or hell, that she wants Maggie back – she thinks her thoughts and her thoughts turn her on so hard that she freezes.
“Al, you good? Did I hurt you?” Maggie stops immediately, hoisting herself up on her hands so she’s not keeping her weight on Alex, her eyes scanning Alex’s face, Alex’s body, for signs of pain or fear.
“No, no, I just um… You know what, never mind, can you um… can you go back to kissing me? The kissing was good.”
Maggie smiles irrepressibly, because god is her nerd perfect.
“Mmmm, I agree, Danvers,” she murmurs before lowering herself carefully back down on Alex’s body, but when their lips connect, when the weight of Maggie’s body covers her own, Alex thinks again, and Alex hisses.
And Maggie stops.
Alex heaves a frustrated sigh and Maggie fights down a panic attack. “It’s nothing, Maggie, I told you, we can keep going – “
“Alex, I don’t want to keep going if you’re only doing this for me – “
“I’m not, I don’t want to stop, I just… I want… I want something… more.” She doesn’t look up at her and she chews on her bottom lip and she fights to keep down tears, because she’s not used to asking for something she wants. And she’s certainly not used to asking for something this… intimate.
But Maggie’s eyes immediately soften, all her defensiveness, all her fear, evaporated with Alex’s admission. She shifts her weight onto one hand and strokes Alex’s cheek with the other.
“It’s okay to want something more, Danvers. You can ask me for anything, I’ve told you. If I don’t like what you’re suggesting, or I’m not in the mood for it right now, I’ll let you know. But nothing you want is bad, Alex. You’re not bad for wanting anything that you want, and I like that you’re asking, it’s hot, I – “
“I want you to tie me down, or cuff me down, whatever, and I want you to blindfold me and I want you to gag me and I want you to fuck me really, really hard while… all the… all that… is happening.”
She runs out of gas, out of courage, halfway through her blurted question, and she lowers her chin to her chest so she can’t see Maggie’s face, and she wishes, she wishes, she wishes she hadn’t said anything.
But then Maggie’s gentle finger is under her chin. “Alex, look at me. Please?”
Alex lets Maggie tilt her face back up, her eyes wide and scared and full of tears, but Maggie? Maggie’s smile is soft and understanding, with just the right dash of wrecked.
“Thank you for telling me what you want, Alex.”
Alex fights to hold Maggie’s eyes, to not look away.
“And what do you want?”
“About what you just said?”
Alex nods, tearful and afraid and on just this side of mortified.
Maggie bites her lip and shifts her hips slightly and takes a long, slow breath. “I would absolutely love to share all that with you, Alex. To do all that with you.”
“Now?” Alex rasps, almost timid, waves of embarrassment fading out as waves of arousal crash back in.
“Can we build up to it? I don’t wanna move too fast.”
Alex nods immediately, reaching up to stroke Maggie’s hair, to kiss her lips soft and chaste and grateful.
“But I uh… I don’t want you to stop telling me fantasies. If you have more, I mean.”
“I’ll tell you more of mine if you tell me some of yours, Sawyer.”
Maggie’s breath hitches and she wonders for a moment how a woman with this kind of darkness, this kind of light, in her eyes could ever possibly want her, care for her, be laying underneath her, so open and so vulnerable and so trusting.
“Deal,” she whispers, grateful the night is only just beginning.
My lovely friend @djfatchip commissioned the incredible talented @augmented-mind to draw my Mass Effect OC Akeelah Madaki, and she turned out amazingly <3
Thank you so much Princess, this is really a amazing and beautiful surprise <3 I am so happy about it! I am so glad to have such a beautiful and sweet person as a friend, you are gorgeous <3
And not only the picture, but how you are portraying Akeelah in Lonely Hearts in Space is amazing too! I love our litte soap opera and I am so honored how marvellous you are putting all our OCs together in one amazing story :)
Part 2 in my series of my Royal Knights commissions.
Like the first one (which is further down in the blog), this was drawn by the amazing Riza23 over at Deviantart. I love how it turned out. The characters from A Dragon in Shining Armour and Holy War turned out great in this! This is further following the Royal Knights’ joining order. The last one with the final four will come in the future. ^^
All credit goes to Riza23 who was nice enough to let me post these on my blog and put up with my ambitious series of commissions. It turned out amazingly. Please go and look at her art (link under source).
Obviously, this is RhodoKnightmon, UlforceVeedramon, Craniamon, and Duftmon under the World Tree.
Relatedly, the next chapter of Holy War is coming up soon. Just have to do some editing and stuff. Stay tuned!
The Tongariro national park is a large mountainous region about 6hrs south of Auckland (as the bus drives) and contains what is advertised as the best one day walk in New Zealand, if not one of the best in the world. For the majority of the year the top of it is covered in snow, as it goes over the saddle between two fairly famous mountains. Mountain one is the Tongariro mountain, of which the whole park is named after. Mountain two is mount Ngauruhoe which is best known for being the location filming area for mount doom in Lord of the rings! It is an active volcano and one does not simply walk up to it, you have to catch an earlier bus and then scramble to the top.
I have wanted to do it for a while! Pretty much since the start of summer when the best walking season started, and then as the days ticked by it got more urgent because I really wanted to do it before the snow came back. I managed to talk some coworkers into it and we were going to go after I got back from the South Island, but since I was away nothing got organised and it got pushed back again to… *drumroll* the 4th March! The big risk with these dates was that we only had 3 days off because of the way the rosters worked out, so since it was a day’s travel to the national park on each side that gave us one day in which to attempt the hike. If the weather is terrible, the buses don’t run. If the weather is kind of crappy, the walk is wet and unpleasant.
So we crossed our fingers, booked a hostel and went for it!
Friends, readers, Booklrites, lend me your ears. I decided to read Alexandre Dumas’ La Reine Margot (after a binge on thefilmversion) and it turns out to be the most amazingly smutty, OTT thing. Why do I ever forget how much I love Alexandre Dumas? I’ve been reading him for half a lifetime and I am here to tell you all, if you do not yet know him, please do yourselves a favor and sample the work of this joyous, funny, compassionate, and irreverent storyteller.
But I digress. I was going to tell you about the glorious smut of La Reine Margot. FEAR NOT.
The intro to our clever, TDH hero (La Mole) includes the following details
He has a “gentle, melancholy” smile that lights up his whole face
his lower lip is “full and perfectly formed” THANK YOU FOR THIS CRUCIAL DETAIL, Papa Dumas. Do you want us to fantasize about kissing this character before we even know him? OKAY.
Our OTHER handsome protagonist (Annibal) is a humorous, constantly hungry Italian who also has other appetites and swears all the time and has a cheeky grin and red-gold curls
In other words, if the skinny, melancholy dude with the perfect mouth doesn’t do it for you, DON’T WORRY, Papa Dumas has you covered
ALSO, Queen Margot is tall, dark-haired, proud, medically skilled, incredibly brave, and absolutely unashamed of having sexual desires
she also knows Latin and Greek
and has beautiful shoulders
The queen’s smart, sarcastic BFF Henriette decides she wants the Italian at first sight, and promptly takes him into her house, feeds him, and starts swearing like him
TRUE LOVE OBVIOUSLY
or at least true lust
When La Mole first meets Margot, he is so stunned by her beauty he can’t figure out how to move or speak
Then she teases him about this
THEY FLIRT OUTRAGEOUSLY
Then Dumas describes how, to hand over a letter to her, he SLOWLY UNBUTTONS his leather jerkin and reaches beneath his undershirt and…
is Margot WATCHING HIM UNDO THE BUTTONS
is he watching her watch him undo the buttons?
is he undoing the buttons slowly on purpose?
Then she puts the letter “still warm from his chest” down her own dress
while holding his eyes steadily
intentions pretty damn clearly telegraphed
it’s only Chapter 3
The next stage in their relationship involves incredible hurt/comfort sequences
As matters progress further, Annibal and La Mole duel while wounded; Henriette and Margot watch them eagerly
(this is much kinkier than I expected)
Margot & La Mole’s first sexual encounter takes place with her masked because, y’know, deniability (she’s the queen and married)
The next morning, she ASKS HIM TO DESCRIBE IT TO HER
while maintaining a perfect poker face
(this is much, much kinkier than I expected)
The 4 lovers double-date by eating pastries in the bedroom!!!
Margot and La Mole discuss Latin grammar as foreplay (I LOVE THEM)
Meanwhile La Mole and Annibal develop a great friendship/romance
Annibal compares their relationship to those of Damon and Pythias, Nisus and Euryalus, AND Pylades and Orestes
just in case anyone didn’t get it the first time
Annibal and Henriette offer La Mole a threesome; La Mole blushes
Margot confesses her love for La Mole in the presence of her husband
I know you said your Bendy is sweet AF and i learned that last bit of information kinda late…but meeeh here’s his evil side BRAH XD, Enjoy!! (I also tried to make it look like your style or something close to it! And added a little red shine on his eyes to make him look “eviler” X3)
Request: Meeting namjoon in a bookstore, u guys want the same book but there’s only one left
Word Count: 1,574
Genre: Floofy Fluff
Out of all your favorite
hobbies, there was probably nothing that ever compared to how much you enjoyed
reading. There was no genre you couldn’t enjoy, and there was always a pile of
books on your bedside table waiting for you to read. The only issue with this
hobby was that, more often than not, you bought books faster than you could
You knew where every
secondhand bookshop in Seoul was, and frequented at least two of them every
week. The secondhand shops were always much more thrilling than chain
bookstores, because you never knew what you’d find, and the selection was
different every time. Some may be turned off by the musty smell of old paper in
each shop, but to you it was an invitation to explore the pages of every book
you could get your hands on and fill your mind with endless stories, theories,
and life lessons.
These days you found
yourself particularly interested in philosophy books, and it all started when
you found a book on pre-Socratic philosophy at the very bottom of a clearance
bin in your favorite secondhand bookshop in Incheon. It seemed interesting
enough, so you bought it along with the other stack of books in your basket
that day. Later on though, when you finally got around to reading it, there were
hundreds of annotations in the margins of the book, all written in ink. You
ignored them initially– after all, it was a secondhand book so previous owners
sold marked up books all the time–but when you actually took the time to read
them they turned out to be amazingly insightful. Rather than just little
afterthoughts or underlining, whoever had owned the book previously had taken
the theories presented in the book and expounded on them in the margin. When
you finished the book, not only had the book itself been fascinating, but you actually
felt changed by what the previous owner had contributed to the arguments.
I honestly don’t even
know how to begin. It’s been nearly a week and I’m still buzzing and overwhelmed from last weekend.
What started out 8 weeks ago as an impulsive trip with 2 ladies who live in the
Seattle area (the original #ShipperCon trio!), it quickly turned into a group
of 8 of us from all over the US. Finally meeting after becoming friends on
Twitter over the last year. I’m so thankful they were all able to make the trip
all the way out to the NW and I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend.
I’ve already reblogged the top moments that @heyheykatiemae put together from the weekend (check those out too!) and I’m going to totally steal
her idea of using all our Twitter handles to keep the stories straight. (You
can also follow these lovely ladies over there because they’re basically the
best. No lie.)
Life had not been very kind to Stiles Stilinski. He lost his mother at an early age, and watched many of his friends die while he was still in high school. He had looked at death in the eye more than once in that year alone. He had thought about dying. More than once. He had always expected to die mauled by a supernatural creature that wasn’t supposed to exist, or piss off the wrong werewolf, or try Derek one too many times: all of his deaths included a ferocious battle for survival. But this? This wasn’t him being incredibly stupid. He had lived in Beacon Hills dodging supernatural mauling and killer trees just to die in a stupid airplane crash. After all that had happened, he was going to die by human hands.
Based lightly on the song by Panic! at the disco. This follows Stiles one night stand with a amazingly stunning broody werewolf who then turns out to lead to nothing but misadventure and hey who could blame him for wanting to have Derek’s babies?
or the one where Derek and Stiles have a one night stand and it’s all Erica’s fault they are now having lunch with his dad.
Stiles and Derek find themselves in a particularly interesting situation. Stiles over thinks it as usual, and Derek doesn’t think about it much at all. Stiles has some news and Derek may or may not like it at all.
Emma doesn’t think she’s ever seen Regina’s eyebrow quirked quite so high and if it were any other time, she’d probably burst out laughing. As it is, she’s got something on her mind — something that, if she’s being honest with herself, has been on her mind for way too long now — and she’s too busy trying not to vomit to find much funny.
“Pleasantly buzzed,” she deadpans. Or at least she hopes it comes off that suave. “On a scale of one to completely shit-faced, I’d say I’m at about a four point five.” Okay, maybe closer to an eight, but Regina doesn’t need to know that. Emma screws her mouth into a smile she hopes to gods says “endearing and irresistible savior” but is pretty sure translates a little more “struggling to stand up.” Oh well.
“Eloquent as always, I see.” Regina, clad in silk pyjamas and a matching robe, is trying to be the picture of sternness but Emma can’t fight the little somersault her stomach does when she sees her son’s other mother trying to suppress a smile of her own — rather unsuccessfully, she notes. Nice one, Emma.
NaNoWriMo is all about unleashing your creative potential. Here at NaNo HQ, we always try to walk the walk, not just talk the talk. We understand that sometimes replenishing your writer fuel is necessary to continue working on creative projects–and that being held accountable for what you want to accomplish is never a bad thing.
To that end, the staff took a Creative Half-Day last month to create some intentional time around pursuing our interests outside the office, so we could harness some of that creative energy and bring it back to NaNoWriMo.
1. We held each other accountable.
We stated our intentions in the morning, and had to bring something in for show-and-tell the next day. It’s hard to back out on your projects when you know others are expecting to see what you’ve accomplished.
Then @pulseofthestars mentioned how awful it would be to have it be Corrin + Siblings + Azura and this happened. I am amazingly proud of how this turned out. Like, fuck I am just so happy at how this looks. Every part of this turned out perfectly. I probably could have nudged Siegfried’s blades together a little more but meh! I like how it looks.