I thought that since I’ve been working on it for the past two weeks, I might as well share it with you here 😄💕💖
~ click on a picture for a better quality ~
It’s the first part of my assignment for drawing class. The goal was to focus on the subject we chose to work on *here, the portrait of a horse*, getting as close as we can to the original.
Final smut part in the 3 part one-shot for Kamilah and MC. I’m really sorry about quality - honestly smut is kind of difficult to write given how stressed I am but I had my “sexy” playlist going so hopefully that helped. Lol if this flops I never wrote it.
So it’s been quite some time since I looked at this series, and I apologize for such a long hiatus but it’s back (Someone reached out to me asking when part 3 would be out so I moved it forward in my WIP queue! Basically Amy starts out with Adrian, and it’s perfect but one day Amy gets into a car accident and doesn’t come out the same. Her memories from the past 5 years of her life - and that includes all the events from BB1 (just roll with it). Just a FYI I will NOT be rewriting the first 2 parts, you’ll just have to deal with the shitty writing for the whole series. Honeymoon is the current WIP I’m working on, followed by a f!Blaine x MC angst one-shot, the cafe part 2 and then the first chapter of my university AU. Please be patient with me, I am under a lot of academic stress but I promise these will be finished.
Pairing: Adrian x MC x Kamilah (It’s not romantic - just a description…for now)
Warnings: This series does include a serious injury, amnesia
Word Count: 2753
Tags: (Since it’s been so long if you’d like to be removed just lmk - that being said if you’d like to be added to the tag please let me know) @a-raines @bloodboundstuff f @kamilahtopme
I am sorry it took so long to get this part out, I didn’t want to write the past week due to some, personal issues but I am back! I apologize because this is shit and like be ready to be disappointed by my writing. I tried not to rush this chapter but I also didn’t want to lay too much down in one chapter if that makes sense. I want to thank the anon again for letting me write this idea because I think it could be great (if someone else did it).
Pairing: Adrian x MC and Kamilah x MC (Kamilah x MC x Adrian) but that feels weird because they’re brother and sister so I keep them separate
Warnings: Fatal Car Accident Injuries, Amnesia, Angst/Emotional Strain I guess?? For my fluff lovers
Word Count: 2032 (I think most chapters will average between 2000 and 2500 words)
Tags: @bloodboundstuff @a-raines @kamilahtopme (If I forgot to tag you I am sorry, I checked the comment of the first part but just remind me)
pairing: Kamilah x MC (Nadya Al Jamil)
word count: 472
rating: teen+
content warnings: none
find out more: HERE
note: this isn’t much of a finished piece; I gave myself 15 minutes and knew if I let it go longer than that I wouldn’t finish it because I tend to do that often. so yeah it seems to cut off somewhere weird but it’s still kinda cute? like a snapshot into their softer lives
⥼ FIC MASTERLIST ⥽
Kamilah always looks beautiful. It’s just kind of… her brand. One of those immutable facts of nature and the universe; like the sky being blue or vampires being real.
Still, Nadya has no idea why she can’t think of anything else at the moment.
Her lips are soft where they graze over Nadya’s middle. There’s nothing inherently lustful about the act — maybe that’s why she can’t stop watching. Not that she’d look away if it were something to do with lust but… she can’t quite put her finger on it. Crapola.
Hot breath whispers along her skin. Barely even an exhale; definitely not something made of words or thoughts. It’s almost unconscious in how easily Kamilah just… pretends to breathe against her.
“Why do you do that?” Nadya finds herself asking before she can be stopped. Not that she knows who would have stopped her, but it would have been nice to have the option for the record.
Kamilah pauses. That breath gone in an instant — like a candle snuffed out by a strong wind.
Then she gently rests the bottom of her defined chin right below her human’s navel. Smooth skin like a stone worn at over the centuries until, like the rest of her, even her jaw is polished and perfect.
When Nadya inhales (because some of them don’t breathe on a whim, thank you very much) Kamilah allows her head to rise and fall with the body beneath her. The movement drags their skin together; it tickles the soft ghosting of darker hair that trails down from her belly button and cuts off around the curve of her stomach.
“Are you asking why I’m kissing you, Nadya?” Kamilah seems genuinely curious, too. Arched eyebrow and everything and oh no no that’s — shoot — that’s not what she meant!
“No no, I mean the thing.”
“Use your words.”
She lets her head fall back against the plush pillows with a groan. She’s trying, darn it!
“The thing —” — trying again and this time with a wave of her hand in no particular direction, as if that will somehow mime her thoughts — “— the uh… the breathing thing. I was just wondering why you seem to pretend to breathe more when we’re like… this.”
A smirk quirks just so at the corner of Kamilah’s lips.
“When we are intimate? You can say the word, it certainly wouldn’t be the foulest of language you’ve used in this bed.”
Oh don’t remind her… “I was tipsy. That doesn’t count. And you’re avoiding the question!”
Judging by the impressed look that flickers over Kamilah’s face in the darkness, she hadn’t expected Nadya to notice. It doesn’t last long but it’s there and you bet your butt she’s taking it as a victory.
In psychiatry, the patients are divided into two separate yet equally important groups: the tossed salads, who don’t know what’s going on, and the scrambled eggs, who aren’t equipped to handle it. These are their stories.
