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inspiredlemon reblogged your post: Okay Vio I wrote you a birthday story here you...
SCREAMS FOREVER OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS ACTUALLY PERFECT THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY
I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT AND IT WAS MOSTLY AN ACCIDENT ILY VERY MUCH HAPPY 18TH
Okay Vio I wrote you a birthday story here you go
There are plenty of ways you could repay me, but I’m sure that’s not what you meant, Vio thought to herself. Jesse scooted closer on the bench. “How about if I, let you touch the booty?” Jesse insinuated, right in her ear. Vio’s mouth dropped open. The booty was sacred, nothing impure must touch the booty. Holy booty. Saint booty. Booty. Thoughts began to run through her head, was she clean enough to touch the booty, what if she frightened it? Oh god, of course she would frighten it. Jesse probably had a helluva shy booty. “You won’t frighten it, he’s so keen on you,” Jesse replied, reaching down to the rim of his jeans. Vio gaped, not realizing she had said that out loud. She almost missed the pun, her shock was so great. Would she really see the booty? Sacred booty. Blessed booty. Jesse turned around, propping his elbows up on the back of the bench. Vio’s mouth watered, and the anticipation grew like fire in her veins. She slowly reached out her hand, as though she could not believe what was to come. And then, the moment of truth had arrived. Her fingers grazed the denim-clad buttock. Suddenly, Vio zapped out of existence. Holy booty. Immaculate booty. She was transported to a whole new world. A dazzling place she never knew. It was like heaven, but better. She landed on a path made of eels, that writhed and squirmed. They smiled happily at her, and she returned their grin. She looked around. To her left was a forest, made of statues. Statues she recognized. Matt Smith Giraffes. What a coincidence. They rose in rows of bronze and gold. A few birds sought purchase on the long necks, and had laid eggs there. To her right was a small cottage, sitting on a hill. There were many cows and pigs grazing freely around it. She began to walk up the hill, ready for anything. Except, as she passed a certain cow, she saw something. Not something, someone. It was a tall man, sitting quietly beneath the animal. His hipster glasses told her, he was a real hippy. He was humming quietly to himself, stroking the cow’s stomach. His curly, brown hair flopped over his forehead. “Exc-” Vio began, only to be interrupted by the stranger. “I am Tim, what is it you wish to speak with me about?” the man said, opening his eyes. His eyes were so gorgeous, Vio felt herself being pulled into his stare. Oh, and then, then she saw it. The butt chin. Anything with a butt intrigued her. She reached out subconsciously. Suddenly, the man was up on his feet, eyes flashing. “No one touches the chin but my husband! I’m telling!” he huffed, and was gone. Vio shrugged, and continued up the hill. The cottage was humble, yet not. Outside there were two ferraris. It made no sense, as there was no road. It was just as well, because the cars were smashed in all sorts of places. What a silly thing to do. She peeked inside one of the windows. There were two men in there, cuddling on the sofa. One was Tim, the man from before, and the other was a baby-faced man who had gorgeous hands and cute pink cheeks. A flash of thunder sounded in the distance, and she jumped, turning around. There was a sudden gust of wind, and black rain began to fall from the clouds. It was odd, they weren’t there before. The clear skies seemed to have fallen, and fragments lay on the grass here and there. She knocked on the cottage door, sopping wet. The baby-faced man opened it, grinning cheekily when he saw her. “Ah you must be soaking, come in!” he cried, guiding her inside with his hand. Tim was glaring at Vio from the couch, apparently the incident from earlier had not been forgotten. “I’m Tom, you must be Vio,” ‘Tom’ said.’ That’s funny, Vio didn’t remember saying her name. She nodded anyway, and Tom continued chatting. “Oh my, you must be chilled to the bone. Why don’t we heat you up a bit,” Tom said, the implication in his voice clear. Vio’s eyes widened, and she grinned. What a dirty mind she had. But then, right in front of her Tom was kissing Tim passionately. When that had started, she didn’t know. They made such a beautiful pair. Tim was so dorky and Tom was so--so--so big. That was the only way to put it. And he would be big everywhere, of course. Then just as she was growing accustomed to the lovely view, she was in the forest of Matts. A polar bear loped by. Only, it wasn’t a polar bear. Not a proper one anyway. It had the face of a man. A man with blue-grey eyes and a stubble. He was wearing a hat too, a hat with a puff ball on top and on the ends of two strings that hung off the main body. What a weird place the booty had sent her. “Excuse me, uh--sir, where am I?” she asked the bear, falling back on her bum when it shouted at her, “Get back in your fucking dungeon!” “I’m--uh-- sorry,” Vio stuttered, terribly confused. “In fact, why don’t you go right now,” a flying Jesse-fish wheedled, swimming round her head. And with that, Vio was back in the present, on her bum once again. Jesse was in front of her, looking concerned. “I’m so sorry Vio, I didn’t know that would happen with you. I thought you were the one.” he whispered, looking upset. But I am the one, Vio thought, but the words were stolen out of her mouth when she caught sight of something behind the bassist. It was Tom and Tim, skipping along the sidewalk.
Oh my god I didn't even notice the no S e
I like your keane-fanfics. they're sweet and innocent. not that I don't like the more sexually explicit storytelling too but some writers really do take things too far. I read this one tomothy-fic with the most disturbing storyline. the writer had tim kidnap tom and rape him numerous times. fucking weird. are you still updating your stories? do you know of any other blogs where I can find keane-fics?
Oh my goodness that's just a little weird (I mean I write for other fandoms and they're a little bit more sexual) but idk man Keane doesn't seem like a band that would be doing those sorts of things. Shauna has a few (I haven't read them yet but she's completely brilliant so I'm sure they're wonderful. Bethany also does and she's just perfect. I'm pretty sure Vio does but I'm not sure what her tag for it is. I am updating, but right now I'm juggling two fan fictions so it's hard to do both at the same time. The other one is for Sherlock haha (and thank you so much)
Hope I helped!
@Vio He can't be all that bad though right, my teacher said the narrator was Canadian. Lol
✎ ;) oops the smiley became suggestive
brought out the red pen just for you lol :)
inspiredlemon said: are you working off a photo? (and thanks! and it sorta is… colors are a bitch 90% of the time)
yes I am working off this photo and I'm not sure why it's being tough but it is!
And of course! Ah yes colors...I know what you mean. What program do you use?
inspiredlemon said: hahaha, i know… it used to take me about 5-7 hours to do a full portrait. it gets better and waaaaay faster with enough practice.
haha I know it's very annoying! I mean, I've done plenty of portraits before, but this one is taking especially long, plus it's harder than usual....but thanks! (ps you're really good at drawing not to mention the fact that it's digital drawing which seems a lot harder)
