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The Gods are sleeping, waiting for the night.
Well, I felt like I needed to contribute to the āanother place in timeā part, as I have more than one Egypt related idea.
Nightmare Galleon Week!Ā
Sunday: Black Magic.
wut a way it start it.
well itās not Sunday but Iām posting it early.
Another thing about this pic was itās not originally I had in my mind and I decide to scrape my previous idea and slap this one instead
The lyric is based on Ella Fitzeraldās That Old Black Magic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWTyLkeWTgw
Sheās one of my faves XD
Bit of fan service to my buddy Coughs mira-eyeteethĀ
How about some snobby Victorian kings of fear, yes? Ā Yes. Ā
Pitch has no qualms about wearing a dress, he quite likes them, and corsets too. Ā Because he knows he can still delve into peopleās minds and scare them terribly.
(One day late, but ah well.)
Thursday: Corsetry
Why canāt corsets come with pugs?
OH. JACK AND PIKI in something inspired byyyy 'Chicago~'
Sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiightly confusing for people who donāt know that cenobitesquid and I actually have a 1920s Berlin!AU where Jack and Piki are both burlesque dancers (Piki covers a lot of fan dances; Jack does a āhusband-wifeā double act with his brother, where he wears a night gown).
Woot! remember that blowjob Jack gave kozzzzz? I wanna read the reciprocation he offered!
(( MF is referencing http://dildarium.tumblr.com/post/78791068560/jack-springing-a-surprise-treat-on-koz-he-wants-to , for those who missed it⦠))
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I imagine everybody have to āpitchā in to help cleaning around.
Aw yee, finally got something done for Nightmare Galleon Week. Ā This one is for the Anguish prompt.Ā
Tuesday: When life gives you lemonĀ A rare display of affection
I know
Iām a huge dope
I didnāt checked the list twice
I forgot to draw anguish one :C
Hope you have fun on your hiatus <3 as for a prompt: NDU with Meta!Proto messing with one of the Black twins? You decide how far it goes, if meta!Proto plays with them the same way he does his NDU self, or something else, and what the consequences might be.
"You must be one of them." Piki murmurs, his eyes fixed on the creature which now tilts its head to the side at a ninety degree angle.
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HAPPY EASTER!
Jack and piki in 13! A costume!
I, UH⦠MISREAD THAT.
Proto as Mephistopheles and Jack as Gretchen⦠Piki was their Faust, if itās any consolation.
the boys doing it on camera >:P either on their own or with a others like the theatre setup that may or may not have been mentioned.
I have a feeling by the end of these prompts everyone is going to know what I talk about when Iām drunk
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Some thing i wanted to doā¦
Something comes to Jack in a moment of self disgust.
Shadows slide along Jackās thighs, so lightly at first, that he thinks nothing of it.Then slowly, the shadows get more restrictive.
He feels a hand stroke his throat and hold it fast.
He tries to scream, but something stills the noise. Something stills every noise, stills time, stills everything but the pounding of Jackās blood in his veins.Ā And heās too far gone to fight back, too far gone to thrash or cry out when he knows it wonāt help, knows, deep down, that he doesnāt /deserve/ help.
So he surrenders to them like a doll surrenders to its owner. He goes limp and malleable, blue eyes sliding closed as the fingers and palms multiply and surge forward. Eventually, there isnāt an inch of him that hasnāt been touched, and not an inch of him that isnāt bare to them.
Worst of all, he doesnāt hate it.He wants so badly to feel connected to something, just once, just for a moment, that he gives himself over to them, to these alien hands that sprout from the shadows like his sins, dragging him down, down, into their dark depths.He lets the air be forced from his throat, lets himself be relegated to staggering, stuttering little breaths. When he opens his eyes, he can see two more, so clearly. Theyāre half lidded and they would be familiar, so identical to ones that heās seen watching him in the darkness as heās thrust in and out of, as heās made to cry out until his throat is raw and his cock is throbbing and his heart is trying to burst free from his chest. But theyāre filled with something more, than what Proto alone, possesses. They are inhuman, and Jack loves them for it.
"Youāre such a good little murderer, arenāt you, Jackson?" the creature murmurs to him, and Jack lets his head be bobbed dumbly, even as tears spring at the corners of his eyes. He doesnāt know whether they come from the pain of being pressed into or the pain of the creatureās words. He doesnāt care any more. "Yes." he says, and his voice is weak and thin. "Yes." The creature who is and is not Proto smiles at him, itās plasticine face shifting minutely.
"Thatās right⦠Lie back and let me give you all the pleasure youāve taken out of this world." Jack closes his eyes, and heās still crying, but he doesnāt fight back. He doesnāt try. He lets himself be turned and twisted, lets the creature murmur words of pain and doubt and fear into his ear even as his cock is pumped until heās crashing over the other side of an orgasm.
The creature leaves him lying at the side of his bed, limp and tear stained and immobile. āGood night, Jackson.ā he says. He kisses the side of Jackās face. āIāll be seeing you.ā
He melts into the darkness beneath Jackās bed, and heās gone. Heās gone.
Only the emptiness remains.
Pickles on the wall.
For Anthy. Hereās bunch of Pickles portraits.
Happy Birthday.
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Happy birthday, An-tho!
Have a fic of Proto and Piki being excruciatingly cute. (Despite the name it is SFW, I apologize.)
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Ā XD XD Just drawing about wut happened to these dorks when they Entered theĀ Wardrobe.
Inside the wardrobe is corridors of weirdness. Broken down wardrobes, rivers of clothing, and some certain statue dat makes u uncomfortable.Ā
One thing that Proto actually agrees to go into the wardrobe is to do this.