you just have so much blood pooling out, he cant help himself!
and you keep telling him thats its too bloody, thats weird! but orgasam helps with cramps no? how can he not help his dear tasty patient?
he eats you out like a mad man. its a never (not really) ending fountain of blood! he can have as much as he wants without cutting into you!
and then you feel it,
two fingers pushing into you.
its nothing too special though. he just pushed them in to take blood samples for later.
but when he heard that whine and saw that face of yours he couldnt deny you the pleasure.
so he finger fucks you till you are ready for his cock.
theres no backing out now sweetie.
is what he tells you when you beg him to stop, that its too much.
and when he thinks a few fingers are enough he shoves his whole fist in. how else will you be ready to take him? hes huge! bigger than huge!
and only when hes easily going in and out does he push his cock in. and wouldn't you know it, he gets in better than he would without all of that blood and prep!
This story goes to a project idea, so if you want to make fun OCs and make actual content for them, please read. I know the story is kinda long.
So I’m in Girl Scouts (or was I guess) and a while ago we did our silver award project. So the silver award is basically where you do a project to help the community, and you need a bunch of paper work and hours and things, it’s not fun. But it is a big award so it’s fun I guess.
We made cat boxes for stray cats, and along with it we made coloring pages with information on it…
Not really relevant but this is what they looked like. They have a few of my friend’s characters on it. It’s a whole thing, I can’t really explain the lore.
But yeah. I’ve gotten better lol
Okay… okay I’m gonna actually talk about the thing now.
So we all have characters that don’t really have anything going for them. They just kinda exist.
I also feel like most of my moots draw/write, so I think it would be really cool is we made little colouring pages of our character.
So kinda like giving an example of an idea, but you could write a little blurb, or short story, or something about the character and then have the coloring bit, but then we turn it into a book thing.
I actually hang out with kids a lot, not sure about all of you, but I think it would be fun to show other people as just kinda a little project. Also I think the kids that I hang out with would absolutely love this and ask a bunch of questions and stuff, so more interaction with your characters.
(Also if you guys don’t want to draw or anything, just plop your oc in the comments or my inbox (if you have an image) with a blurb, story, or general concept, and I can just do it lol)
Idk I feel like this is stupid after writing this all out so if anyone has any other ideas that’s fine too
hello hello :) here is my rtc secret santa for @kittycatsfromzolar :D
i didn't know what you'd want so i wrote some spacerap because you said you liked them :D i really hope this is okay :')
happy holidays :D
@rtc-secret-santa-event
Ricky looked down at the piano before him, gently running a fingertip over the keys.
Choir practice had just wrapped up for the day, the other members all saying their goodbyes and getting ready to leave. As she did every time, Ocean had briefly stopped by him on her way out to remind him to practice (wasn't that what these meetings were for?), and compliment his skills at the instrument.
It had been a surprise to the others that he could play the piano, having not had a chance to bring it up before being relegated to tambourine, but they had been more than happy to allow him to switch instruments if he wanted to, as a part of helping to include him more as a part of the choir.
The group had become much more tight-knit following the Cyclone, and as a result that meant that he was actually being treated as part of the team, which was nice.
"Yo! Ricky!"
Ricky looked up, blinking, having been broken out of his stupor by a voice addressing him (he still wasn't used to people interrupting his thoughts by actually talking to him, though he couldn't say it was unwelcome).
Misha had apparently lagged behind the others, remaining stood in the middle of the room, backpack slung casually over one shoulder.
Smiling, Ricky waved.
"Hi Misha," he said using his AAC device, which sat on his lap.
Misha grinned as he approached, looking between Ricky and the piano.
"You play piano madwickedawesome!" he said with a starry-eyed expression, bouncing on his heels. "Almost as dope as squeeze-keys."
"Accordion," Ricky corrected, flushing a little at the compliment. "And thank you! I love playing music."
Misha nodded enthusiastically, and Ricky noted the way he was fiddling slightly with the cuffs of his sleeves.
"You okay?" he asked, tilting his head a little towards Misha, who continued nodding.
"Yes, yes, I just... have a question," he gestured towards the piano. "I have been working on my next sick track, and I thought it could be epic to have some piano instrumentals, if you would be down?"
"Sure!" he replied, eliciting a quiet 'yes!' from Misha. "But also, if you wanted, maybe I could try and teach you some piano? Since, y'know."
He waved a hand at the piano he was sat at.
Misha gasped, hands flapping slightly in excitement.
"Dude! That would be so dope! Thank you so much!" he said. "Only if you are sure, though?"
"Of course!"
At that, Misha quickly grabbed a chair from a nearby desk, pulling it up beside the piano bench that Ricky was sat on.
With Misha's permission, Ricky gently took his right hand and laid it across the keys, putting it in the correct position, before copying it with his own and beginning to go through the basics.
Misha proved to be a quick learner, easily mimicking Ricky's movements and picking it up - even attempting the sheet music that had been left in the stand (though he struggled to read the annotations that Ocean had scrawled around the staves).
He was also a good listener, encouraging Ricky to tell him about himself and his interests as he copied his playing.
After a while of this, upon finishing the general summary of Zolar lore that he had been giving Misha (there was nowhere near enough time to get too far into the intricacies of Zolarian society, but hopefully at a later date. Misha seemed invested, at least), Ricky realised that he had been rambling slightly, and decided to encourage Misha to talk, too.
"I'm interested how the piano will fit into a rap song," he raised his eyebrows, curious. Misha looked up from the C key he was pressing repeatedly, eyes lighting up.
"It is actually not rap!" he said excitedly. "I have been branching out into new genres, yo! Nobody can put Misha Bachynskyi in a box! Have you heard any of my new stuff?"
Ricky frowned slightly, as he shook his head.
Admittedly, he'd been meaning to keep up with Misha's 'BadEgg' YouTube channel, but it kept slipping his mind.
Misha didn't seem to mind though, smile remaining wide.
"I have been trying guitar," he switched to repeatedly pressing the D key. "Sounds sick."
"I should check it out, then," Ricky nodded, typing with one hand as he absentmindedly played a simple melody with the other.
"Yes!" Misha nodded, before gasping, eyes wide with excitement as he suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Actually! I should have the song I have been working on here somewhere..."
He began scrolling through his audio recordings, which, from what Ricky could see from where he was sitting, were named things ranging from words in Ukrainian that he didn't understand, to stuff like 'orphan a hole diss track' (Ricky remembered that one. Ocean had been horrified at all the colourful language Misha'd managed to use in the chorus).
Eventually, he stopped at one titled 'BADEGGS NEXT SICK DROP YO' with several fire emojis, and pressed play.
Immediately, despite what Misha had been saying, Ricky was still caught off-guard at the extreme shift in genres from his other music. True to his word, it was very different to the intense, overly-autotuned rap that he had otherwise been creating.
Instead, Ricky was nodding his head along to the gentle strumming of the guitar chords, Misha's low voice singing in Ukrainian over it. Admittedly, the audio mixing needed a little work, but Ricky found himself smiling softly as he listened, this moment suddenly feeling oddly intimate, despite the fact that he couldn't understand the words being spoken.
Despite how different it was from the other things he'd heard from him, it felt very Misha. Just... passion, not rage, he supposed.
Glancing up at Misha, he saw him already looking back at him, eyes softer than he'd ever seen them (Ricky wasn't used to being looked at that way. He thought he might like it). He was smiling too, tooth gap on full display, and Ricky almost found it comical, that this was Uranium's alleged 'bad boy' he was sitting beside.
Eventually, the last few notes of the track played out, and Misha shoved his phone back into his pocket, eager grin back on his face.
"So! What did you think?" he asked. "I would like your feedback. You know this stuff."
Flushing a little, Ricky signed a quick 'thank you', before thinking for a second.
"I liked it," he nodded a little, watching as Misha pressed down a chord on the piano again. He really was picking it up quickly. "It was different, but in a good way."
"Yes!" Misha pumped a fist in the air. "That is what I was going for. Thank you, Space Jesus!"
Ricky beamed at the nickname, one that had managed to stick for a while now, and still managed to fill Ricky with warmth every time he heard it.
"I think that piano would really take it to the next level, you know?" Misha added, leaning his entire elbow on the keys, before grimacing slightly at the discordant noise it made. Ricky nodded. "Dude, this is gonna be so sick! BadEgg and Space Jesus' epic new collab! The world is not ready, man!"
"Hell yeah!" Ricky grinned in response, raising a hand, which Misha eagerly met with a fistbump.
At that moment, however, Ricky's eyes caught on the clock hanging from the classroom wall, and he almost had to do a double-take. How had they been in there for nearly two hours?
Noticing his sudden shift in demeanour, Misha turned quickly in his seat (almost causing it to topple over), following his gaze to the clock, before sighing.
"Ah," he said, and Ricky nodded, suddenly feeling a wave of disappointment washing over him. "Time passed so quickly, yo. Should probably be getting out of here, huh?"
He stood up and began moving the chair back over to where it came from, rearranging the classroom to how it had been before practice (though he was careful not to disturb Ricky's crutches, which were leaned against a desk nearby).
"Thank you for helping me out, man!" Misha added, grabbing his backpack from where he'd dumped it on the floor and slinging it back over his shoulder. "You are very wise."
Ricky felt the corners of his mouth tugging up as he began packing away his sheet music, stopping for a second to type a response.
"No problem," he thought for a moment. "If you want, maybe you could come over to mine sometime? I have a keyboard at home." A pause. "Though... my cats chew on the cables a lot so I'm not entirely sure how functional it is anymore."
"Dude, that would be so sick!" Misha gasped, bouncing on his heels as he beamed at Ricky. "Thank you so much!"
Ricky returned the smile, and for a few beats they both remained in silence, before Misha suddenly leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
However, Ricky barely had a chance to process it, his face flushing bright red as Misha cleared his throat, suddenly avoiding eye contact.
"See you tomorrow, dude!" he said, pointing finger guns at him, which Ricky dazedly returned as Misha turned on his heel and left.
