Unless your tablet or monitor has some kind of fancy "paper white" lighting option (is that even a thing?) I need you to STOP DRAWING ON A WHITE CANVAS. You are essentially STARING AT A LAMP FOR HOURS.
Save your eyes and use a middle grey canvas instead! My default is hex #8A909B, but you can find what works for you!
I am being so serious right now please stop drawing on a white canvas oh my god you're damaging your eyes no wonder so many digital artists get migraines I thought this was common knowledge but apparently not so please please please take care of your eyes you only get two of them in your whole life and I am begging you to be good to themā
I don't remember the last time I was quite this excited about a skin that I'm making. I have no idea if all of this will end up in the final version, but I'm just having so much fun with seeing what I can actually do that I wanted to share some work in progress shots.
(honestly? the hardest part has been finding the images. any tips on where to get medieval illuminated artwork would be much appreciated!)
In the first image, the AO3 title and the lady/dragon are separate images so on a desktop monitor the AO3 part is on the left and the dragon piece is on the right.
I was experimenting with setting one skin for my laptop and a different skin for my phone and ended up with a halfway decent dark mode of my medieval skin by adding that one and my simplified low contrast skin together.
Still haven't figured out how to get totally separate skins based on screen size, but this was a fun little unexpected treat lol.
This was close enough to a usable dark mode that I figured I'd poke at it a little bit, and it seems ilke if you remove one single line from my medieval skin, it all works out.
If you haven't already got it, create a site skin for my medieval skin. Instructions are in the ReadMe file.
In the medieval skin code, find ol.index.group, and delete it (line 18 in the github file)
If you haven't already got it, create a site skin for my simplified low contrast dark mode skin
Create a third site skin to combine those first two together
In the CSS box for that third skin, paste this code (it doesn't do anything but you need to have something in that box):
li.blurb {
background: transparent;
}
Scroll down and tap on the button labelled Advanced
Scroll down again and tap on Add Parent Skin
In the text box, stop typing the name you gave to the medieval skin and select it from the drop down
Add Parent Skin again
Type in the name you gave the dark mode and select it from the drop down
Tap on the Submit button to save the third skin.
On the new page, Use the third skin.
Now you've got a dark medieval skin with a simplified interface for AO3.
PS. You might want to adjust the colours for the tags? If you need help, lemme know.
Who knew her security staff would be so happy to betray her. But now lying facedown with the straitjacket and gag muzzling her, she could only whine in her captivity.
Until this point, nobody had spoken to her or even gave a clue as to what her fate would beā¦ā¦
I guess seeing her doppelgƤnger wander into the cell began to answer some questionsā¦..
LOVE the idea of tentacles disguising themselves but unintentionally doing so? like you're walking around a thick cave wrapped in what you think are plants, however it's just the tentacles of a big monster resting all over it, when you accidentally touch one, the creature awakens from their slumber and the tentacles grab you, wrapping around your body, they start rubbing themselves against your crotch, others toy with your hardening nipples, one fucks your mouth, but ultimately, all seem to be focused on ripping off your clothes and getting inside you, after all, in the monster's mind if they had been awoken that abruptly, it must be because it's time to breed
thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.
you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.
you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.
the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.
you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.
except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.
until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.
it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.
your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.
they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.
they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.
all while their mocking voices taunt you.
this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.
once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.
they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.
you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.
they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.
*Loosely inspired by the new Netflix movie Donāt Move but I havenāt actually watched it and only saw clips and read the synopsis.
I never should have parked so far from the grocery store. Iād stopped to grab a few items for dinner on my way home from work and parked in the last row, wanting to give myself an opportunity to walk a little extra to the store and stretch my legs after sitting at a computer desk all day, especially since today was an uncharacteristically sunny fall day. When I finish shopping and come back out to my car, I vaguely take note of another car parked next to me.
Weird, considering half the lot was empty but who am I to judge, Iām not the parking police. I roll my cart to my car, unload my shopping bags, and return the cart before rounding my car to get in and leave. Thatās when I realize that the car next to me parked absurdly close to mine.
I silently judge the distance and decide that maybe I can squeeze myself into my driver side door without dinging his door or mine so I step in the space between the two vehicles. As soon as I pull open my door, I can tell that my plan wonāt work. I huff out a little laugh and decide to just crawl in through the passenger side when I hear the car door slam from behind.
āSorry!ā An embarrassed sounding male voice sounds. āI totally misjudged the distance and parked a little too close.ā
I turn to see a tall man stride around what I assume is his car that he was sitting in, coming towards me. I smile back at him, āNo worries, it happens to the best of us. I can just crawl in through the other side.ā
His eyes crinkle in a kind smile and he raises one hand to run through his hair bashfully. I realize that heās really attractive, the kind of boy-next-door attractive that makes you feel at ease. Heās closed the distance between us and stands near the back bumper of both our cars, his frame filling the space and effectively trapping me in.
āNo, donāt, I can move my car, just give me a sec,ā he says, giving a wry chuckle. I glance down at his other hand and see him holding an umbrella. I raise an eyebrow, gesturing towards it with my chin, āExpecting rain?ā
He looks down as if heās surprised to see the umbrella in his hand, āOh! This! Well, you can never be too prepared, right?ā He shrugs lightly and takes another step into my space.
āPlus, itās really useful for times like this,ā he says before clicking a button on the handle that makes the tip light up with electricity. His umbrella is a stun gun in disguise. Before I can react, he jabs it into my side and I let out a strangled yelp as sharp pain floods my body and I crumple.
He catches me and the last thing I see before my vision goes black is his handsome face twisted in a dark, menacing smile.
ā
The rhythmic jostling of a car wakes me up and I found myself laid out across the backseat of a car with my arms tied behind my back and my legs tied together at my ankles. I let out a soft whine, my body aching as I slowly clear my head.
My eyes dart around the car and I see him driving. He tilts the rearview mirror down so we can see each other and he flashes me a charming smile.
āGood morning. Sleep well?ā His voice is teasing, as if we were lovers, waking up in bed together and not a deranged kidnapper and his prey.
āWhat the fuck? Let me go!ā I thrash against my restraints but heās also strapped me into the seatbelts and made it impossible for me to get free.
He smiles, āDonāt worry, weāre almost there.ā
I feel the car turn and from my limited view out the windows, I see him turn us from a main road onto a smaller path that seems to lead into the forest. Fear starts to overtake my every emotion.
āWhere are you taking me? Are you going to kill me?ā I say, my voice cracking.
He laughs in response but doesnāt deign to give me a verbal response. Before I can muster up the courage to ask more, the car comes to a stop and he steps out before opening the door by my feet.
With a strong grip, he hauls me out of the car and I stumble out, legs unsteady and uncoordinated from being bound together. āPlease, please, let me go!ā I beg him, my heart in my throat.
He grins at me, āLetās play a game. Iāll give you an opportunity to run, and if you out-run me, Iāll let you go.ā I gasp, staring at him, waiting for the catch. He reaches behind me and with a swift motion, unties my arms. He leans down and does the same for my ankles and I stare at him in shock.
āYou better run, little bird.ā His voice is teasing as he takes a step back from me. I donāt hesitate. I spin and take off.
My breath is harsh and my heartbeat wild as I sprint through the woods, ignoring the branches that scratch at my face and arms. I hear his laugh following me and then his voice shouting after me, āRun, little bird, run as fast as you want but you wonāt get far!ā
I donāt stop to think, just mindlessly crashing through the woods as fast as I can, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. Iām not sure how far Iām able to get when suddenly, my leg seems to give out from underneath me and I take a tumble.
I gasp, trying my best not to scream as I trip and find myself landing hard on the ground. Pain shoots through my body and I grit my teeth, not wanting to make any more noise in case he can hear me. Adrenaline is still pumping through me as I scramble to push myself back up from the floor. I manage to stand and take a step before my knees buckle again and I drop to my hands and knees.
What the fuck is going on? Why isnāt my body cooperating? Iām frantic, horror filling my blood as I realize something is very wrong. My legs wonāt move and I donāt know why. I try to crawl forward but suddenly, my arms give out and I end up sprawled across my front, branches digging into my body painfully.
I canāt escape like this. My brain is begging my body to just move and keep running but nothing is happening. I use an excruciating amount of effort to roll myself from my front to my back so at least I can have a better vantage point but thatās all that Iām able to accomplish before my body completes shuts down. Iām left splayed out on my back, limbs frozen, mind screaming in panic when I hear footsteps approaching.
And then, I hear his voice. āLittle bird, did the drugs kick in?ā
My heart drops at his words. He drugged me. That was why I couldnāt move. Tears filled my eyes and I blinked rapidly, the only movement I could still produce.
I see him walk into my view through my tears and I hear him chuckle. āLooks like my little bird canāt fly anymore.ā He walks up next to me and looks down at me and waves a syringe mockingly.
āA paralytic. Fast-acting and long-lasting. Youāre going to be like this for at least several hours,ā he says, a maniacal gleam lighting up his eyes. I try to speak and realize that I canāt even do that.
He crouches down next to me and brushes my hair off my face, then trailing a hand down my cheek, collecting a tear. āWe are going to have so much fun together, little bird.ā
He hefts me up into his arms and carries me through the forest, retracing the path Iād ran down. I realize with a sinking heart that I did not make it far at all and in a few hundred yards, we end up back at the car. My mind is still screaming at my body to move but nothing obeys.
He carries me into a cabin, the intended destination of our car ride, and I stare listlessly at the space around us. We end up in a bedroom with a large bed and I feel another wave of fear pass over me. Heās going to rape me.
He lays me down gently on the bed like Iām some kind of precious cargo. Then he disappears from view and I hear the sound of running water from what I assume is the connected bathroom. He comes back holding a first aid kit and a wet towel. He starts with the scratches on my face, wiping them down before putting some kind of cream over them, his fingers gentle.
He makes a tsk sound at me, āLook at you, little bird. Covered in scratches, Iām going to need to take good care of you, hm?ā He smiles down at me and my stomach curdles. My eyes are wide as I stare back at him, silent.
Then he pulls out a pair of scissors and I want to flinch but I canāt. He starts to cut my shirt off my body and I feel dizzy with terror as my clothes start to fall away in strips. I beg my body to move but just like before, thereās nothing in response.
He moves down to my pants, opting to unbutton them and gently pull them off my legs, taking care to maneuver my body around. Tears are streaming down my face, wetting my temples and my hair as I stare up at the ceiling blankly.
Iām naked now, stripped bare, splayed out on the bed. āFuck, little bird, youāre beautiful,ā he says, his voice low. He runs a hand down my cheek, ghosting over my throat and down between the valley of my breasts, over my stomach, and he comes to rest in between my legs. I close my eyes, trying to escape from this horror.
He nudges my legs further apart, revealing my pussy to his hungry gaze and I feel his finger dance across my slit. The movement is gentle, teasing, and if I could move, it would have made me tense and jerk away. But instead, I lay still, my body unable to do anything except let him take what he wants.
He trails a gentle finger against my clit and the touch makes electricity dance down my spine. He pulls his hand away for a second and I feel his finger press against my mouth. My eyes fly open to meet his. He smiles at me before gently pushing his finger into my mouth. My lips part with no resistance and when he pulls his hand away, a string of saliva follows.
His spit-wet finger goes back to between my legs and he rubs my clit again. My eyes clench shut as an unwanted wave of pleasure washes over me and if I could moan right now, I know that I would be biting it back. His wet finger moves up and down over me and he knows exactly how hard to rub and where to touch. I feel my breath stutter in my chest and I want nothing more than to push him away, to make him stop.
āLittle bird, I can feel you getting wet,ā he purrs at me and I squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to block it out. āIām going to take such good care of this pretty pussy,ā he says as he gently slides a finger inside of me. Iām so wet now that thereās no resistance at all, and my relaxed body only helps him breech me.
He adds a second finger and suddenly, I feel the hot touch of a mouth on my clit. Itās unbearable, the forced pleasure permeating every single sense and nerve, the paralytic erasing every possible outlet I could have to soothe the sharp, overwhelming blanket of unwanted bliss. I canāt clench my legs, canāt roll my hips, arch my back, or even make a single sound. Itās torture.
His mouth and fingers work at me relentlessly and I can feel an orgasm building up. Except my body canāt respond to it, my pussy canāt tense and contract, thereās nothing to soften the rush of pleasure that slams into me. Tears are streaming down my face as my orgasm takes my breath away, the unimaginable pleasure shooting through me with no physical outlet. It makes my entire being go hazy, my breathing quickening as much as it could with my body in this state.
He doesnāt stop when I cum. His fingers continue to slide into me, curling upwards to hit my g-spot with painstaking accuracy. He lifts his mouth from my clit and flashes me a devious smile, āI told you Iād take good care of you. And fuck, you taste so fucking good, little bird. I could do this all day.ā
His lips seal around my clit again, sucking, flicking, licking. Iām trapped in my body, trapped in this unbearable pleasure, as he wrings another orgasm out of my helpless body. Finally, he pulls back, sliding his fingers out of my dripping pussy. He sits back on his heels and looks down at me, triumph and satisfaction making him look like a king surveying his conquest.
He slides off the bed but stays in my field of vision as he begins to strip, every article of clothing removed revealing his attractive form. When his pants and underwear come off, I see his long, hard cock jut out, tip already dripping with pre-cum. I want to beg him to stop, tell him that I canāt take anymore but I canāt. I can only watch as he stalks toward me, crawling onto the bed and settling between my legs again.
Heās on his knees, towering over me as he strokes his cock languidly. āIām going to make you fall apart on my cock, and make you take every single inch in that tight fucking cunt of yours. You are going to be mine, little bird.ā
He moves my legs from where theyāve been spread wide, moving them to press both against my chest, leaving my pussy exposed and open for him. I feel the head of his cock push against my pussy and I close my eyes, trying to will myself away from this.
He laughs, āYou canāt hide from me, you know that.ā His body moves as he slides his cock into me. Heās gentle, slowly feeding an inch at a time, giving my lax body time to adjust to his massive size. I want to thrash and writhe, the feeling of his cock filling me so completely takes my breath away and it feels so fucking good I want to crawl out of my skin.
He lets out a low groan, cursing under his breath as he finally sinks all the way into me. āFuck, you feel so fucking good, your cunt was made for me.ā
Then, he fucks me. His hips slam into me without remorse, every thrust making my body jolt, his grip on my legs and hips the only things keeping me in place. My eyes roll back into my head as the pleasure overwhelms me.
Every thrust slams into my cervix, the pain-tinged pleasure makes me want to scream, to do anything to relieve this mind-melting, all-encompassing feeling. His movements are relentless, each one punctuated by the sound of his pleasure-filled groans. The sound of my pussyās wetness fills the room, along with our skin slapping together, creating a cacophony of lewd noise.
āFuck, little bird, Iām going to cum in your tight cunt. Iām going to mark you as mine from the inside,ā he growls, his grip on me tight as his hips speed up. Waves of pleasure crash through me and I want to claw myself out of my physical form. I canāt cope with the pleasure shooting through every nerve with nowhere to go.
His hips stutter against mine and I hear his voice rasp out a drawn-out moan as he cums inside of me. He lets my legs down gently, taking care not to strain me as he leans over me. āFuck, next time I do this, I want you writhing underneath me in pleasure,ā he says, voice breathless. I can only stare back at him in response.
He pulls away from me, the feeling of his cock leaving my pussy sending tingles down my spine. He looks at me, his cum dripping out of my cunt and he smiles. āDonāt worry, weāre not done yet.ā His words push a stab of anguish into me. What more can he do to me? I canāt handle any more.
He climbs off the bed and steps out of my line of sight. When he comes back, heās holding a horribly mean-looking vibrator. My eyes widen and I blink frantically, my mind screaming at him to please stop. He canāt hear me but he wouldnāt listen to me even if I could verbalize my pleading.
He smiles and spreads my legs apart again, leaving me exposed and I hear the wretched sound of the vibrator fill the room. Thereās no gentle touch, no softness that comes to soothe me, just the horrible, nerve-shattering press of the vibrator against my clit.
My mind breaks. The pleasure explodes out of me but every single muscle of my body stays relaxed, amplifying the unimaginable feeling. Thereās nothing to dampen it, no clenching of my legs to make it any better, no cries, moans, whimpers, and screams leaving my throat to distract me. Just the vibrator destroying me.
My orgasm rips through me and he doesnāt relent. Moments later, another orgasm makes my every nerve combust and he only grounds the vibrator harder against me. The next one makes my vision go white and my brain shuts down any higher function and leaves me a shell only capable of experiencing the torturous pleasure. The last orgasm rips through me and tears through my consciousness and my world fades to black.
ā
I wake up to a darkened room, clearly a few hours since I passed out, judging by the dusky sunset peeking in through the windows. Iām raw, destroyed, shattered. I desperately will my body to move and I feel my heart jump when my fingers twitch against the bed. My eyes dart around the room, taking in the lack of his presence, and for the first time, I feel hope beat in my chest.
And then, I hear footsteps and see him walk into view. My heart sinks. Heās holding another syringe and he smiles at me. āI see youāre awake, I hope you had a good nap.ā
I desperately try to force my body to move but all I get is another pathetic twitch of my fingers. His gaze zeros onto it and he smirks. āLooks like you need a second dose, little bird.ā
I want to scream, to beg, to do anything to put up a fight but thereās nothing that can be done. He comes up to the bed and with gentle fingers, pushes the syringe into my hip and presses the plunger down. Tears drip out of my eyes as I fight against my paralyzed body, my fingers still twitching desperately.
A few moments later, even that movement leaves me. He brushes my hair off my forehead and leans down to press a long kiss against my head. āYouāre mine forever now, little bird.ā
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Note: This concept is so hot to me and when I saw a clip of the movie's premise, I knew I had to write this! Hope y'all enjoy! <3
āYes, doctor! Please! Untie me! This is too much!ā
āWhat do you mean? You are sitting at my therapy chair comfortably.ā
āNo! I canāt even move a finger!ā
The doctor sighed. He snapped his fingers and five guys came in.
āWhatās going on!!ā
The doctor ignored and wrote something on a notepad. He looked almost like he didnāt notice the men coming in. The men started kissing and licking the parts of her exposed body.Ā
āStop! Doctor!! Help!!ā
Ā The doctor finished writing Ā and looked up.Ā
āOkay Shelly. Since you are still hallucinating, I have to keep you at the facility. But since you feel so tied up, why donāt you stay here until you feel like you are not.ā
The doctor left. The men started tickling her, teasing her all over. she screamed and screamed.
The truth is, she was accepted into the facility because of her masturbation problem. However, the facility makes sure to keep their subject for future use. The doctor manipulated her mind to seem like she is imagining all this. She will be tied up and teased until she complies. Then, we will begin the tests.Ā
Iāve reblogged this before, but a hogtie combined with those taped feet and hands and just a look of defeat on her faceā¦so cute. Iād love to tie you like this and shove you in a cupboard š
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