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Thread: untitled (dream/jinx)

There was a very awkward - yet sating - air about this entire situation. If anyone knew how not to make him enjoy a hand-job, it was certainly Basil. Not that he had over come in any sexual contact with the lycan before but he had heard stories from others. Though his body constantly craved some manner of sexual gratification - being a lycan, of course - he always practiced reluctance and never consulted Wesley. That's particularly because he wasn't interested in pursuing a romantic relationship. He was ornery for his age and preferred traditional 'making love' to raucous fucking. The second Basil took Deacon's entire cock in his hands, he could feel his body swell with this heat he hadn't felt in quite some ages. A warm, burning sensation pooled in his abdomen while he resisted the urge to buck up into the lycan's rough palms relentlessly. He watched, dazed almost, as the light fixtures flickered. Sounds like his belt undone belt buckle jingling were all garbled in his little pleasurable realm. He just hoped to god that the darkness wouldn't stop Basil. Just ... just, don't ... ughn. His warning only erupted in the form of a low, guttural moan. He had meant to mention to Basil not to squeeze too tight in fear of this momentous occasion being ruined, but it seemed the lycan's oh-so-skilled hands knew just how to stroke. I don't think the fuse is blown. I just think it's the wind outside knocking around the telephone wires. If that's the case we may be out of power 'til the morning. The lycan ran his hand through his chocolate brown locks then stroked his scruffy chin. He figured it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to take a peak. Unfortunately the alpha - Deacon - wasn't financially savvy and didn't invest in a generator. While he failed at using common sense, his younger sibling Estelle did not. She waited patiently for her eyes to adjust then ambled over towards the young man who was headed into the basement. Are there more candles? She questioned. The young man stood there, starstruck. He she just ... spoken to him? This exotic, tan-skinned Brazilian babe? Luckily she couldn't see his face turn redder then an over fertilized tomato. Uh ... y-yeah, they're in the kitchen by the f-f-f-ridge. At the man's behest she found her way to the kitchen and not so easily found the wax sticks which were ensconced amongst plastic wrap and tinfoil. She returned to the living room shortly there after and found her seat aside Wesley who seemed quite content in the darkness. Do you have a light on you? The couch protested under the pair's weight, folding and tilting underneath her, driving her further into Wesley's side. Though she retaliated and did her best to scoot back, the couch continued to foil her plans and planted her right back next to him. Wes! one of the younger lycans whispered. His utterance was inaudible to Estelle who was feathering off the wax from the wicks. ... I have a bet for you. I bet you two hundred bucks you can't get a blowjob from her in a week. And if you get laid, well, that's five hundred and my wine set in the larder downstairs. What do ya say? listulistulistu
Thread: untitled (dream/jinx)

Basil huffed through his nose, deciding to ignore the lights. Knowing this bunch some dipshit could have bitten into an electrical wire or a good number of things to make the power go on the fritz. There were far more important things to tend to, like turning Deacon into a puddle of goo. The smaller lycan felt up his pulsing shaft, trying to get a feel of his size while he waited for his eyes to fully adjust to the darkness. Then he ditched his curiousity and set his goal back to making the big boy moan. His fingers curled around the heated flesh delicately, grasping it with just the right pressure. Then he began to make slow, careful motions with his hand. Up, down, push, pull. He kept the slow speed for now.. he wanted to draw this out a little. He'd always liked Deacon, who didn't? He was the leader. And sexy to boot. As soon as Basil had learned he liked the boys, he'd lusted after him.. just a little. Some flirting here and there, teasing touches now and again. Nothing like shoving him into the nearest wall and having a steamy make out session or anything. Not that he could successfully, due to the height difference. Don't.. stop? he hummed, trying to guess. Well, it wont hurt to check, now will it? Wesley shot back, though he didn't sound rude about it. He had boobs against his arm. How could he not sound a little happy? But it was short lived, before he knew it, they were gone. By the way, where the hell is Basil? he asked, scanning the room. No sign of the little pest. Deacon, either. He narrowed his eyes a little then snickered, coming to a little conclusion in his head. ..You're never going to get a girl when you stutter like that. he told the poor guy, though found his reaction amusing none the less. Some of these boys didn't have a clue. He might need to give them a lesson in the ladies later. They were back. He almost smiled when he felt the soft bosom pressed right back where it had been before. It made him wonder if she was going it on purpose. He didn't smoke, so he wasn't any help to her candle dilemma. But one of the other lycans took care of that, offering her a lighter from his pocket. Wesley's attention turned to the younger pup, and eyebrow arching at the offer. Where did you get that kind of cash? he asked, keeping his voice low as well. No matter, money was money, and this bet had a double pay out. ..Nevermind. he held his hand out, grasping the other lycans and gave it a firm shake. It's a deal. Get the five hundred ready.
Thread: untitled (dream/jinx)

Deacon was always the domineering one. It was he that initiated things, that governed control, that had been the one to both take and wield the reins. It was intriguing - and somewhat demeaning - to have Basil cater to him in such a ... 'loving' manner per se. This affection was, needless to say, quite refreshing, but the over-sized behemoth felt slightly belittled. Here he was, teetering dangerously close to seven feet tall and had a barely five foot pint-sized lycan giving him a well-deserved, well-needed handjob. He felt that it may have been best just to give in and submit, but only for tonight. Other times he wouldn't be so easily swayed. Jesus Christ ... fuck it . He thrust his hips upward into Basil's adoring hands, grunting, reveling in the euphoria being given to his swollen, tumid cock. The burning sensation continued to well, to burn up and to swell until he felt like he was going to damn near explode. Not yet, he'd chide himself, this was something he hadn't experienced in quite some years and wanted it to be explosive . Great. And in return ... if you don't, you're going to leave her to us. That means you won't be back at this house for a week and in that time, all of us would have had a go. We'll fuck her so senseless she wouldn't know what hit 'er. And she doesn't have to like it, either. Some of the lycans in the house had no respect for Deacon. They were leeches passerbies parasites that fed off his generosity. An elite handful would jump at the chance to be alone with his curvaceous, outlandishly good-looking sister. And as he mentioned, they wouldn't be willing to take no as an answer, for a group effort was always much more efficient. Sure they'd have to share but, who didn't like a good round-robin? While the lycan ran his foul mouth, Estelle had used Wesley's shoulder to hoist herself upward, placing her beer on the table-top after feeling around for it. I'm going to bed, she announced while inwardly wondering where it was her elder brother had went. She let the thought roll off her back and proceeded to the stairwell where she was greeted with a familiar sound. Moaning. Her face went blank and she turned right around, swiveling on her bare heel then returning to her place on the couch only to land square in the middle of some lycans lap. She uttered her sorry and found a free spot aside Wesley, hearing the silent curse from the other man's mouth. It looks like I won't be sleeping upstairs this evening ... I hate to say this about my brother, but, he has too much stamina. listulistulistu
Thread: Is it bad that...

... I lol'd at the title before I even saw the pic? teh pic Baby Slide Face Plant
Thread: Is it bad that...

Hehe. This is a case of the title far outshining the actual video.
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

I've been having lots of dreams that I've been having adventures with various musicians I like. Most recently I had a dream in which Alice Glass from Crystal Castles and I had a magical bus adventure. It was pretty excellent, and the whole world was in some way influenced by her music. All in all it was a really cool dream. Does anyone else get this? Or am I just weird? For musical Context youtube Alice Glass side note OMFG I had that shirt as a kid
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

I have a lot of very interesting dreams about the women of CSIMiami and such...
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

Care to share any of those adventures?
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

I had an adventure one night in my dream with Sam and Dean Winchester . AKA, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. It was pretty awesome. I helped them save everyone from this underwater break that involved the mythical protector to Atlantis, Leviathan . Gawd, it was awesome.
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

I forgot how the dream went but it ended with hardcore make out session with Richard Krupse from Rammstein....I regret nothing.
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

Kravin5150 said I forgot how the dream went but it ended with hardcore make out session with Richard Krupse from Rammstein....I regret nothing. Click to expand... I wouldn't regret any hardcore make out sessions with anyone from Rammstein. Just sayin'.
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

H a r r i e t said Kravin5150 said I forgot how the dream went but it ended with hardcore make out session with Richard Krupse from Rammstein....I regret nothing. Click to expand... I wouldn't regret any hardcore make out sessions with anyone from Rammstein. Just sayin'. Click to expand... Maybe Flake . he's a bit scrawny for my taste
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

XD What did you do with Mr.Krupse?
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

Mirran said XD What did you do with Mr.Krupse? Click to expand... well we were making out hardcore and we were both like really tired and sweaty, though i forgot what we did before the explosion of passion but before anything else happened I woke up He was also talking in German, I didn't know what he was saying but it was soooo sexy
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

I had a dream about John C. McGinley Dr. Cox off Scrubs being the lead experimental doctor assigned to me which I was a weird anthro cat person... I hate nekos, so WTF. There was a point where we were hiding in a cavern-like area with a high tech lab built into it, but we were in the wilds of the cavern. Hiding from what? Who knows. All I know is that he came onto me and I was all hot for him. Ended up having some very quiet secret sex with him. When we were all done, he put a bullet in my head and I woke up. I love that asshole. grins
Thread: Dreams about Artists/Actors/Musicans?

I had a post-Apocalypse dream last night. Gerard Butler was in it. ... it was very hawt.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Fuck, I can't keep track of anything these days. The best part was like that I fully filled my coffee with it before I noticed how chunky it was... and then there was the smell... which will not rid itself from my nostrils. Thank god I didn't drink the stuff... but now I can't be bothered to brew anymore coffee and am doing without -grumble grumble- What is the worst food spoiling accident you've had recently?
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

My grandmother got little debby brownies from the dollar store. From 03 C
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Bought milk from the store, didn't pay attention when I poured it and got nasty tasting milk in my mouth and almost threw up.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

made a bowl of cereal, took a bite and went Cinnamon Toast Crunch isn't sour... i did not have a pleasant night
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Bought milk from the store, it had the wrong date on it it was April when it was the month March. Both me and mom didn't know if it was sour but I took a big drink and OMG Threw it out and my stomach cramped for the rest of the day Not fun at all.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

What I find most intriguing about this thread is all the comments about being ill after. I used to end up with bad milk in my cereal a lot of a child, my sense of smell leaves something to be desired, and I just....don't complain if something tastes off. Not once did I ever end up sick because of it though. There was also an incident with a ham and cheese sandwich with mayo eaten after a week of being in a classroom locker in my younger years. I think I have the stomach of a goat or something.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Only one I got sick on wasn't even spoiled food, as far as I know. Just carsick when I had gotten this ice cream moon pie type thing at a gas station store. Still don't eat them though. Had plenty of rotten things however Such is the life of a homeless man and it never made me sick.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Oh god, one time I had the spinach go bad in a really delicious lasagna I made... that didn't end well .
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

I sometimes eat things which I'm not sure if they're still good to eat or not.. but I'm too poor to just throw it to the garbage and buy more. Since I don't like feeling hungry, I eat .
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Opened up a can of cat food to find maggots.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

I find that the bigger meal I make, the longer it stays in the back of the refrigerator... Though what has to be the most awful smell was a school project involving eggs and potatoes and I left the container in my locker for a few weeks. I then slipped it in the sink hoping someone would clean it, but I was wrong and BAM rotten egg smell. I almost puked.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Never expect someone else to clean the gross rotting food in the sink, it always gets back to the person who left it there
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

It's not really an expired story, but my folks make their own homemade mincemeat. Which involes formenting actual meat with apples and rasins and such in a clay cock for months. Yeah, try stumbling on that one day, lifting the lid and not knowing what the everloving Hell it is. Can't stand anything remotely close to mincemeat, and the smell of nutmeg to this day makes me want to hurl.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

I presume you meant fermenting and crock, but if you've got a big clay cock lying around, I'm curious.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

When I was about twelve my sister tricked me into eating a moldy corn dog. I puked for two days straight, and I can't stand the smell of corn dogs anymore. Not really recent, but the only time I can remember.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

I have like three bottles of milk in my fridge that expired months ago. I just haven't been bothered to take them out w.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Mr Master said I presume you meant fermenting and crock, but if you've got a big clay cock lying around, I'm curious. Click to expand... heh, fermenting cock meat P
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

We almost always keep a small container of sliced block-cheese. Well, entire household has been super busy lately, so we didn't use it up. Just discovered it last night...if there was actually any cheese left, it wasn't visible. It had been in there for at least 3 months... I bleached everything.
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

I found a maggot in my chocolate Easter bunny D Not cool, but luckily I didn't eat any of it. Though come to think of it I didn't eat anything else in the basket after that, either .
Thread: My cream expired... a month ago.

Yeah, way to ruin Easter maggots...
Thread: To My Little Angel, Unknown.

It's been two years and it still hurts like the night I realized it was happening. It was a wound that you and I ripped the scabbing off of so many times that it became possible for a flesh wound to last two years. When all the loose ends catch up to you in a second, then at that time you didn't realize was the second to last lasting moment of it. The ending came and I watched you walk away from me once again, a reflection of me dying at your direction for what literally is the second time, though realistically the third. Cold eyes, athletic physique, 'I'm being wrong, I'm dying for it, I'm wondering why'. I'll nurse you, I'll make it better, wrap you in my shawl and hug you to my breast and we can lay there. We can lay there together and share that happy meal you've always craved. Just us against the world, baby...that was how it should have been. Two months ago, you welcomed me into your warm, loving arms. You held my hand, you helped me to grow. For once in my life, I was so happy. Like the child I never was, growing like the person I always wanted to grow like. I wish I could wish you were like me. So to my little angel, uknown, wherever you are. I've never loved you more.
Thread: Key's Drabbles/Challenges

I'm going to be posting various drabbles and writing challenges here. That's about it.
Thread: Key's Drabbles/Challenges

The Shuffle Challenge This challenge kills me every time. What you do is put your media player on shuffle, pick a character, hit play, then write. You only have the length of the song to write, can't put forethought to it, but can finish if you're stopped mid-sentence. Shuffle Challenge 1 Song Springtime for Hitler The Producers Soundtrack Characters Sam, Victor, Sams Ma Guys! What the fucks wrong with you?! You woke me up again and its, like Not cool! Sam looked down from his crouch on the porch his victim spared only by his mothers bitching. He blinked a few times and shrugged, which gave his friend license to tackle. Both fell to the cement, blinking as though startled, before resuming their fighting. Backyard wrestling! Victor panted as he tried to hold Sam in a headlock. Shuffle Challenge 2 Song Drive You Home Garbage Characters Sam, Sams Ma, Sams Dad The boy curled up in vomit-stained sheets, tangled in himself. He waited for his mother to slam the bedroom door open and put the belt to him, or his father to scream at the neighbors to take a picture because itd last longer. Sam gave his pillow a tight squeeze, covered in half-digested dinner.
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

Woah... the banners are awesome and the handdrawn stuff is amazing.
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

Thanks much. Fixed the coding on one and took out the one that didn't show up. Thanks again.
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

Your welcome. I'm going to keep looking for more though.
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

Oh wow, awesome art!
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

Obviously you use the grid system?
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

To get the proportions and the outline right, but then I remove them and do the rest of the work without the grid system. It's a very handy system I must say.
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

I do like that system
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

Do you also draw? I haven't done anything hand drawn in a while, so I might do something and need an idea xP
Thread: Jin's general Art jazz

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Thread: Bleached Z XIII (cerberus_xiii and me only)

Sorry it took so long to get started. Anywways, you should know what realms are involved. I give ya control of Momoko-Chan, Lightning, Serah, Sazh, Hope, and Harribel-Dono. I'll take the leftovers from Z and XIII. From Bleach, I got Kurosaki and his family, Mama, Papa, Nell-Chan and Captains of Divisions 6, 8, 10, 12, and 13. As for EspadaFraccion control, I got Pesche, Dondochakka, Bawabawa, Dordonii, Grimmjow-San, Starrk-San, Lilynette-Chan, and Apache-Chan. Out of the traitors, the only one I wish to claim is Ichimaru, unless you have objections. Lemme know if there's anything I missed.
Thread: Bleached Z XIII (cerberus_xiii and me only)

raises hand question. Why did you involve FFXIII? It was originally suppose to be just Z and Bleach.
Thread: Bleached Z XIII (cerberus_xiii and me only)

No idea. I'll figure out something. In the meantime, until I do, we'll just use Bleach and Z.
Thread: Bleached Z XIII (cerberus_xiii and me only)

So, Shimabara-San, who exactly are we meeting here again? Riku Hayabusa asked. Yeah, and why did you have us come along? the red-head girl that was essentially attached to Riku's left arm asked, while the other two girls, a blonde with curly pig-tails and a burnette, who at a younger age would sometimes be mistaken for a boy due to her hair being cut short and never wearing girly clothing, nodded in agreement. Wait, don't tell me... it's because of what happened the other day. Riku said, remembering the Hollow attack that almost revealed his and Takuya's secret to their girlfriends. You mean when the candy store blew up because the machines that make the candy malfunctioned? Momoko said, her memory being modified after the incident, as well as all three girls' souls being placed back in their bodies after the Hollow's had nearly killed them.
Thread: Bleached Z XIII (cerberus_xiii and me only)

Yeah. You see, there's a student at my family's dojo who has had experience with that kind of thing. Takuya Shimabara nodded awkwardly in response. He wanted to meet you girls. Ta-Kun, it wouldn't happen to be Kurosaki-Kun, would it? Miyako Gotoukuji asked, the soft breeze teasing at her blonde hair. Heh heh. That's the one. Takuya said. Oh, and he said that he'd be bringing one of his friends over, too. I think he said her name was Kuchiki Rukia. Not only had the silver-haired teen not wanted to keep his other occupation secret from his girlfriend, but he had finally decided to reveal to her, and everyone else currently present, the truth behind his reoccurring 'heart-trouble'. ----- Meanwhile, on the other side of the district, the orange-haired teen in question sneezed. Oi, Rukia. he said. Why'd Kenpachi's kid have to join us? I thought it'd be difficult enough with Koichi here. That's not very nice, Uncle Ichi! a midnight-blue kitten said from atop Kurosaki Ichigo's head. Mama said that me and Ryu-San were supposed to come along, just incase there's another Hollow attack like the one at that candy shop the other day. Rukia only giggled as the wind toyed with her raven-colored hair. She thought it was cute how Ichigo and the kitten, who was really Koichi Abarai-Shihouin in cat-form, like his mother, acted like a father and son. 'Well, more like brothers, really.' she thought. Anyways, they'll be here in about ten minutes. Aren't you even the slightest bit curious about your Dojo Master's son, Ichigo? A bit, yeah. He always keeps his chest wrapped with bandages, and on more than one occassion, he's dropped out of classes due to heart trouble. Ichigo said, ignoring the kitten fangs in his ear as Koichi nibbled playfully. And yet, his little sister always said he had too much love for a 'heartless fighter'. Wonder what she meant. As they continued to ponder, none knew the future's epic plans for them.