#no finish

[dethberrie]

no finish, only sketch 💀 also got into tennessoui's playmaker AU and it's killing me

art twitter | carrd

[theartofgrey]

buh

[blackwoolncrown]

Monthly art challenge? What’s that? Here’s an extremely un-timely centaur model for a spring fashion line.

[cosmic-dragons-whored]

Interruption

Word Count: 602

Characters: Entity x Enoch , ?xM

Context: Enoch's patron is demanding and impatient. 'Later' has to come eventually.

Pt 1 of 3

The Entity had a pervasive way of being that didn’t seem to understand the concept of ‘yes, in a minute’. It had been trying to get his attention all evening, but the right time kept getting interrupted by something else. Enoch apologized each time, but could tell that It was getting impatient. It’s impatience came to a head in the midst of the party having a late dinner together. 

He tried to keep his focus on eating and socializing as he felt the shadowed tendril slowly wind up his pant leg. It didn’t stop until It settled as a coil around his quickly growing erection. Twisting and pulsing in just a way It knew was causing thoughts to quickly leave the human’s mind. A quiet sound leaves him that Enoch attempts to cover with a cough. Pushing back from the table, he mumbles an excuse about going to bed and quickly retreats to his room. He can’t make eye contact with anyone, certain that if he did they would be able to see every thought in his head. Just like The Entity can. Enoch doesn’t get an option to close the door to the room behind him, It does that for him. 

The shadows converge, the large being looming over him with a single encompassing thought. ‘Hunger.’ Enoch nods quickly, looking around the room for his pack to go hunting for It.

“Yes- yes of course. I’m sorry it took me so long. I’ll go do that now. I’m sorry.” Those tendrils twist around his ankles in a flash, up to his waist before he can process what’s happening. A gasp leaves him as he is nearly suspended in place, not even attempting to fight it. 

‘No time.’ Enoch does his best not to shake, but can’t help the way his muscles tremble. He can feel it moving up, encompassing him in coiling tendrils. One winds tightly around his neck, pressing up beside his cheek and then his lips. He parts them, feeling the command before it’s vocalized and allowing the shadow to twist around his tongue and press farther into his throat. A soft moan escapes him, completely at Its mercy. The physical form that encompasses him reaches up the back of his shirt, dragging sharp, elongated nails from shoulder blade down to his hip. There’s no sound that can leave him, but that doesn’t stop the ecstasy that washes over his mind. Hands grasping out to grab at the dark around him, inviting It closer, begging It for more. The Entity twists the shirt from Enoch’s body, discarding it to the floor to fully view the markings that bind the man to It. 

A slow pulse goes through shadows filling Enoch’s mouth, steady as the darkness embraces him and lays a series of kisses along his collarbone. The kisses quickly shift to rough bites followed by licks of cold that lap up the blood that flows. He feels It twisting lower below the waist of his pants. Coaxing silent pleasure from him, looking to fracture his mind once more and feast on the pleasure between him and It. And he wants It, that, exactly that.

Mind, body, soul, everything belonged to The Entity that permeated and overwhelmed every thought, every sense, everything. It was everything.

The first knock doesn’t register for Enoch, but The Entity retracts all the same. Placing the human back on his feet, shirt back on his body, and extracting Itself from his senses so he can process the light knocks on the door. Air rushes back into his lungs, and disoriented, he stumbles to the door.

[crunckles]

:/

[leahscottkirby]

“I bet you’ve never even seen a squirrel.”

“Of course I’ve seen a squirrel!”

“Liar”

“I’m not lying!”

“There are no squirrels where you’re from.”

“Are to!”

“That’s not even possible! You’re such a stupid little girl.”

The little girl growled, “Don’t call me stupid!” She said it again and again and again, each time with a greater volume than the last. The boy covered his ears with a squished nose.

“All right, already, my God. Shut up!” 

The girl quit shouting, quite suddenly, and remained quiet just long enough to decide she would then start bawling her eyes out. Though it wasn’t so much decided as it was just mere fact. 

The boy rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, “What in the world is the matter with you?” He attempted to speak over her wailing, “You’ve just turned six years old. You need to grow up already.”

The girl became quiet, yet again. 

“That’s better. Jesus, I thought I’d never be able to hear another damned thing except your crying for the rest of my life.”

The girl swept in a large breath, but the boy caught her, “Don’t you dare start making any other obnoxious noise, now.” She shut her mouth, holding her breath, and then let it all out at once. 

[daswhox]

Okay, I admit, I did not stop me from doing this little drawing, before advancing my artwork on the confrontation of Sauron face Eönwë. 

But it could make a nice campaign 8D 

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