“–I don’t know ‘ow many times I gotta tell ya t’is, but I ain’t gonna let somebody around ‘ere mess wit’ ya’s like t’at. Ya aren’t back in yer future world, or w’atever. Yer ‘ere wit’ me. So loosen up a little.” It was odd for someone like you to say such a thing–but you meant it.
“–Nobody is gonna take advantage of ya’s.”
“--It ain’t that easy, Blitz. Just cause I know that doesn’t mean the nicknames aren’t gonna bother me.” He should have known, it was like when you saw people aggravate him. “It’s kinda like how you hate when people talk about how scrawny you used to be.”
“–Tell me ‘ow I was supposed t’ know t’at, ya friggin’ idgit? Go on. Tell me.”
“--...You weren’t? Jesus...Jumped the gun again, fuck.” Now you rubbed your neck sheepishly, guilty over the sudden salt thrown for no reason. “M’ old caretaker called m’ it before playin’ games of grab ass when I wasn’t interested. It’s just sort of a sore spot for me, like sweet cheeks. Hate it.” Sure your caretaker in your era had SOME good qualities, but the negative far outweighed them. Lecherous, lazy...convinced you to get drunk and let things....happen. Yeah, he was on your shit list for a reason.
dorrcha replied to your post: "--Booty cakes," you said with a grin.
“–Woa’. W'ere t’ fuck did t'at come from???”
“--You called m’ somethin’ I’m not a big fan of. That’s where it came from, dumb ass.” No YOU were the dumb ass, you knew it too. How was he supposed to know that was a button pusher for you if you never told him in the first place? You were stupid.
“--Ha ha real funny, y’ fuckin’ Strawberry Shortcake. Or were you goin’ for being a Bubblegum Bitch this time, cause’ you’re sure actin’ like a little bitch callin’ me stupid names like that.”You really couldn’t argue back when you were flustered, he knew that too, the little bitch.
Watched an amazing video on panel and layout this morning, so I decided to see if I could use this new information to better No Title. Pretty happy with the results but figured I’d still get ya’ll’s opinion on the old verses the new. Old is 8 pages long, new is 11 (last page not pictured since its the same as the old page 8 lol)
ofbloom replied to your photoset: Watched an amazing video on panel and layout this...
Idk the bottom leaves us ( ya know the readers ) more in the dark about what’s going on versus the top that kinda throws everything in our face. So ye…..I like the direction ur taking the bottom v much.
I admit, I knew NOTHING of how to lay anything out in 2014. I just thought it “looked cool” and rolled with it ha ha. Knowing the dentition what a small and large panel should do and what to do to break the uniformity of the pace helped a lot. This is stuff I wish I would have known years ago, but hey self taught lol.
rock-you-like-a-hurricxne replied to your photoset: Watched an amazing video on panel and layout this...
bototm part reminds me a lot of my story boarding classes aye i’m digging it the effect on the pages is trippppy
Mm! That’s the kinda effect I wanted to get with this whole prologue in general. It’s a fuzzy static memory of the main character’s so I wanted to capture that without using too many effects.
Watched an amazing video on panel and layout this morning, so I decided to see if I could use this new information to better No Title. Pretty happy with the results but figured I’d still get ya’ll’s opinion on the old verses the new. Old is 8 pages long, new is 11 (last page not pictured since its the same as the old page 8 lol)
"--'appy Valentine's Day, ya loser." It was then that you shoved a bouquet of flowers into her face.
The fact that he got you anything surprised you. Last year (Holy shit had it really been that long?), you were dealing with budding feelings for the very same shark. All you got was a box of chocolates ( like all his friends did), but this year, you really weren’t expecting much. Not to say you didn’t see anything positive about your lover, no you just weren’t used to being showered in gifts like this out of the blue. Even for holidays. The surprise your eyes held as you looked over the bouquet though, you even noticed a few flowers in the bunch that stuck out from the rest. Miltonia’s, how sweet.
To believe a year ago you had no clue what a flower truly looked like, how little you knew about Blitz, and how much you tried to deny loving this pink shark. Funny how life worked like that.
Still a bit startled, you took the bouquet shoved before you and gently grasped the sides, a dust of red starting to show over features. It was so obvious too given your milky white skin, which only caused the flush to show more than it should have, a small dusting rising to this tip of your ears. You were always so bashful when it came to subjects like these.
“--T-Thank you,” you stuttered out, shying your eyes to the floor to avoid contact with his for now, “It’s...great. I love it, but I hope you got a vase for ‘em. Ah who’m I kiddin’, you probably already have one in the kitchen.”
It was then that you smiled sheepishly, turning your attention to him as you laid the bouquet onto the coffee table, softly, only to forcefully latch yourself onto the sides of his face, pulling him down to bring your lips to his in a sweet kiss.
You were so thankful for this man in your life. He grew up so much the past year with you and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. He made you feel where others couldn’t, and you could always be yourself around him. You truly loved him.
Sorry for being so mia, been having more fun on the other blog. I’ll probably plug it eventually since I don’t feel anxious anymore, but for now I’m just gonna go shimmy over there, so see ya. Remember, reread those rules when ya get the chance. You’re cool. bye.
You slept in all sorts of underwear, usually women’s boxers for comfort. But your weakness for scantily clad lace continued to be a weakness of yours. You were sure that Blitz appreciated the small attention to detail as well, why wouldn’t he considering your underwear were the only girly thing you wore on a daily basis? Your mind brought up the most of random thoughts as you were about to have intercourse.
Your tanker was the most important piece of clothing you owned, if it weren’t for the various pieces of your time’s technology embedded into them, you’d be stuck and defenseless. Sometimes you mused the idea of wearing something else for the shark, sometimes but most of the clothes couldn’t fit. Nothing that wasn’t too form fitting just couldn’t flatter your awkward body shape, no matter how hard you tried.
At least it really didn’t matter right now, not as you pulled the sleek black top off of you between hot and heavy kisses. The bitter taste smeared against his own mouth didn’t bother you, you’d grown used to tasting your own blood in your times with him. It never crossed your mind that it was seen by others as disgusting, to you it was natural, something unavoidable when dating someone with such a set of teeth. Instead, you relaxed. Each time your lips collided, sparks began to fly. Some gestures would be soft, some more voracious, others slow with you peppering his jaw lightly before diving back to crash into him again. Your mouth melded against his, the heat between you both grew hotter and you could feel that ache flare again, eyes heavy and hazy as you succumbed to his touch. You needed him and he made it blatantly obvious that he needed you.
The tendrils pulled at your heavy thighs, pulsing as his own member did, in a way those wispy forms were a part of Blitz, and you could always count on them to show his body’s honesty, especially when he denied it. His actions were more earnest than he’d be. Then again, he was always better showing it than say it. Even now as he simply replied “he did what he wanted”, his body language was holding different intent, an intent that you were fully braced to accept as you carefully rose yourself up to position yourself better. Your hand, darted down to his tip, holding him in place as your slick wetness allowed him to slide in, almost with ease.
“A-Ahh..f-fuck..” Despite doing it so often, you always tensed slightly, he was big (no where near as small or average as whatever rumor your feline friend would always start in order to push his buttons),nothing you couldn’t handle however even the most skilled had issues. Not that you could call yourself that, no. You were only skilled and familiar with this young man’s body, no one else and it would always stay that way.
Mounted now, you lazily rolled your hips, face flush with your lips parted, fighting the urge to moan. Starting a slow pace you leaned down, sitting fully in his lap to start another languid kiss. You’d both been rough for a while, it was time to start a more relaxed pace.
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