#possible yaoi

[sausage015]

If austria and jordan tie in the wc match i will draw JoAus ch yaoi

[the-depressed-emo-guy]

Rp because I'm lame

Hey I Know it's odd but I'd love to RP with someone,I have ideas and if you don't want to do it on here I have different Media too

[the-magnificent-otaku-taco-chan]

I'm watching Yuri On Ice and it's just as gay as I thought I love it

[hoods2428]

This is Axe from my Creepypasta RP. Rei, the warlock OC by my friend @flamesage96, accidentally turned his cat into a human. Axe still commonly acts like a cat while the others try to teach him to be human. He roughly knows English and is only two in our time and a teenager in cat time. 

Axe does not like clothes and wears very little when he does put them on. Slendermans adopted son in our RP, Sam, takes care of him. Axe calls Sam his Master and Sam has taken on that role, not being able to resist since his real father is Offender. 

[askfoxandwolf]

Just a simple question.

((So, for the people that actually manage to read/see this, should I just answer the questions in text or drawings?))

[moefox]

Heaven Has Teeth

Title:

Heaven Has Teeth: A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Summary:

Stiles feels abused. Not physically of course (though one can argue the times he has been throw into danger) but mentally he has fallen down the rabbit hole. Feeling rather malicious, he seeks out a deal that will change the entirety of the pack and all of Beacon Hills. The only question now is whether it is for better or worse.

Author's Note:

It's been awhile since I've written something outside of a RP or school paper. Hell, I've even only done one other fanfiction before and I never finished it. Maybe I'll finish this one. Thoughts, comments, and suggestions would be very helpful however!

One with the story.

There were whispers dancing with the sweet breeze as it fluttered through the towering pines. He could hear them, hear every miniscule hiss and condescending comment as they passed by, only to disappear as sudden as they came. Just like people, these voices varied and sometimes even pressed down on his ribs, his face, anywhere just to watch him wilt and bleed. Yet, he found they did not hurt as much as made him angry. Furious even.

Opening his eyes, they caught the glimmer of the moon and pulled it into the iris to make sweet chocolate turn to amber whiskey. They were magnificent, these eyes of his. There was a spark there that burned with knowledge, with empathy, with power. Mirrors of the soul. Yet when he blinked was all  buried; agony, yearning, a need for the love he had so desperately earned shadowing such a gorgeous light. There was no one but the moon to witness the replacement of a mask and yet...It knew. The moon had done nothing but watch the poor child in his descendant from grace, pushed from his heaven by those that did not understand. Those that never tried to understand.

Perhaps that was why Stiles was so angry. He had tried to be their guardian angel, their brother, their constant. After his role was fulfilled however, he was nothing more than a boy in their mocking eyes. He was nothing more than their scape goat. The boy- no, the man- brought his hands to his thick hair and curled his nails into his scalp. A scream was caught in his throat. Oh how desperately he wanted to yell, to curse! Instead, he found himself bending forward and pulling at his hair while his teeth clenched together in a painful snarl. There was pain there, to be sure. He could feel something wet bubble under his fingers and slip down his cheekbones and against his lips. It was the only smile that had graced his face as of late. One marked by the sheer frustration of him.

Throwing his head back he breathed in deep, mouth agape and yet not sound escaping. A silent break.

After several moments, Stiles let out a breath, his heart stuttering rapidly against his ribcage. When it had stopped, he couldn't say, but his hands were still steady as he finally leaned down to pick up his bag and walk. Now was not the time for more than a few precious seconds under the night sky's mother. Tonight was not one for mourning what had been cast aside by others, or to try and tear the mental agony out of his skull. No, with the lunatics busy on their hunt, tonight would be one for opportunity. The thought made Stiles' face open up with a sharp smile.

Opportunity indeed.

The trees suddenly gave way to road. It was standard in all respects, greying from exposure, the yellow median faded and cracked. There was trash littered along it's edge, grass too if the sorry brown patches were worth giving a name. Ah, but it was not the road itself that had Stiles' interest, no. It was the directions it broke off into. One to the East, another to the South, West, and even North. A crossroads. Peering both ways, he pulled up his red hood and started down to the road's center. Once there, he paused and looked in all directions.

It had been dangerous to wander so far out of familiar but a necessary evil. Stiles wanted no interruptions for what was to come next. He set his bag down and kneeled before it to pull out his needed supplies. It took some time to break down the asphalt with a measly chisel and hammer and he watched his skin break under the few strayed hits, but again his determination would not be smothered so easily. The ground was smeared with blood by the time he created a large enough hole and ever knuckle ached and blossomed with bright bruises.  Tribute to the cause, perhaps. Sighing, the young man managed to drag his bag over and carefully pull out a ratty cardboard box. Really, it was some piece of trash, dusty and smelling of mildew. If time had not been so tight, Stiles would have gotten something prettier. He didn't think the dealer would mind too much however.

Without much pause, he set it down in the hole, shoving it down to make it fit properly before he started to cover it, each movement sluggish and half hearted. The task was quicker than the digging for sure, one Stiles couldn't be thankful for. Moving into a sitting position, Stiles stayed there and waited, the gravel rough on his palms and the ever present pressure of time heavy on his shoulders. Time passed, the moon started to descend from her perch, and patience was starting to be pulled taunt. Werewolves, witches, lizard men- He had been so sure these existed too. Beasts that manipulated, slipped through human faces like a snake removing old skin. The bitter reality was hard to swallow.

Full of disappointment, Stiles started to stand.

"Well, well, well, what do we have hear? Did the hatchling fall from his nest?"

Crying out in sheer surprise he  fell back onto the ground and scrambled away on all fours before daring to twist and look behind him. There stood a woman. She was rather pretty, that much Stiles could tell even under nothing but moonlight. Her hair was like ripe wheat in the heart of summer while bright lilac ribbons broke through beautiful curls.  Her clothes were rather surprising. Her shirt was a purple hue with white text across her chest and she wore a plaid skirt and knee high socks decorated with simple black diamonds. Her shoes were simple combat boots. While she was lovely, it was her eyes that Stiles focused on as they were deep dark coals  lined with thick lashes. The eyes of a seductress if the heat in her gaze was anything to go by. She smirked and leaned down to take a closer look at the poor boy.

"A bit young for a midnight stroll, don't you think?"

"A little cold to be working the corner, don't you think?" Shit. Now is not the time for snark, Stiles.

Instead of simply glaring at Stiles and cursing him into oblivion, she raises an eyebrow and let amusement dapple her eyes. "When you have to keep your clients entertained, a bit of a chill is a small price to pay." The woman started to circle him, a hum in her throat. "But you'd know all about price tags, wouldn't you Genim? Always the bride's maid, never the bride. The constant struggle to find the right amount of your own blood to pay the bills. And yet these loans...they are never paid back, am I right?" Unable to help a laugh, she paused in her predatory waltz and looked down at him.

Stiles stared right back. He couldn't help it really. So many times he had stared into the face of the next monster and greeted Death with a rapid heartbeat and quick wit. Tonight, however, was not one where he feared passing on and leaving the world. Tonight was one where he would be better than the beast with a human face. He stood on shaky legs, face grim. "Isn't that why I deserve the right to become a debt collector, right? To be the groom, to be Batman instead of Robin, to be something!" As his spoke his voice rose until his entire person quaked with the effort.

The demon however did not flinch, did not even blink. Instead she looked at him as if she was seeing him for the first time all over again. Parting her lips she upturned her nose. "What do you want, boy?"

"I want to make a deal."

[moefox]

Coming Soon (Probably Tomorrow)

Heaven Has Teeth: A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Stiles feels abused. Not physically of course (though one can argue the times he has been throw into danger) but mentally he has fallen down the rabbit hole. Feeling rather malicious, he seeks out a deal that will change the entirety of the pack and all of Beacon Hills. The only question now is whether it is for better or worse.

[maddy-chan-blog]

Some Homestuck fanfic I wrote on 20% battery

"Sollux! Sollux!" Nepeta's urgent voice snapped me out of my sweet sleep. It was one of the few nights where I could sleep peacefully without the twins bothering me. Why was I born with such a weird power? "Those hunters are coming again!" I groan. "Splendid! I would love to see them again!" "Irony?" "I bet the fact that john's a dork on it." I quickly get up from my spot on the ground. Me, Nep, and Gamzee have been running away from the hunters, who're after our strange unhuman like powers who've also been chasing us for the past few days. My body aches from yesterday's run, Nep and her stupid power make her fast causing me and Gamzee to have to run faster to keep up. Its times like this when you wish John was around. "Stop thinking about how useful John could be and get moving, Sollux!" Gamzee orders. His power too. I hate his- Wait. Is he high? Or sober? Or... Both? If that's even possible... It could explain why he's not trying to kill us and why he doesn't seem... Well, high. During my thinking fest we started running again. The place we were in now, which is kind of like a dessert at night, is definitely unsafe for we're out in the open and the hunters would have a clear shot  at us. I knew we had to get out of this dessert place, even if it seemed to last forever, or we're gonna be killed. I smirked. It's time for the twins to come out and play. Okay, that sounded way too sexual. I closed my eyes, feeling my spirit split into two as the twins took form. My eyes opened again, and I knew exactly who's body I was in. "Sol!" the twin with the red eyes said, which was also the one I was currently in. My vision went back to black as I switched bodies,since the other twin hadn't opened his blue eyes yet. "Lux!" He said, eyes snapping open. They ran side by side, and I could see exactly what Lux was seeing. He was looking straight ahead at Gamzee and Nep who were only a short distance ahead. I watched through his blue eyes as Gam looked over his shoulder at the twins, then he said "Hey, Nep! Looks like Sollux went and split himself again!" "Purrfect!" Nep purred. I swear she's part cat. Oh wait. Nevermind. "Give 'em a lift, Lux!" I heard his brother as he said this, and Lux looked over to him, and I noticed the mischievous grin on Sol's face as he made up a plan in his head to kill this hunters once and for all. "Sure thing!" Lux jumped up in the air, water sprouting from his long legs. In the air he changed the water control from his legs to his feet, so he could use it as if he was surfing. He goes down low to pick the others up, the water now an oval shaped hover board to us. They all quickly jumped on, and Lux didn't even have to look behind him, well, us, to know that Sol was on the other end looking for the hunters so he could burn them. Man, Sol hates hunters. I decided I had seen enough from Lux's end, besides, it wasn't that interesting anymore anyways, and decided to peek into Sol's. I watched through his amber eyes as he scoured the horizon for any sign of a hunter. Even though he hadn't seen one in the past 5 minutes, he kept searching. Sol acted as though he was the leader, while his brother liked being given orders rather then giving them. It just worked that way. I look where Sol is looking (I have no choice but too,anyways), and spotted a cloud of dust. Hunters. "I see 'em!" Sol said to the group. "I'm going in!" "Wait!" Lux yelled at him. "they're not close enough!" But his efforts are in vain as Sol jumps off the water hover board, bolting towards the hunters. I could tell he wished he could ride his fire just as his twin could ride his water. I decided to check in on Lux. He was just after looking back ahead when I went into his body. You know what I saw? More dust. Which means more hunters. Which means we just might not escape this time. I decided to leave Lux's body so that I didn't panic. Back in Sol's body, I watched as he burned the group of 15 hunters one at a time. I assumed he found these ones easy, for a flick of his fingers to send a not too big not too small fireball was more than enough to kill them. But the last one, man I knew he hated him. He could block the shot easily with his sword, which I think was a katana, and send it right back at Sol, who barely managed to dodge them as they flew back. The pointed shades on the male's face was really ticking him off, he couldn't see the man's eyes so he didn't even have the slightest idea as to what was going on in his head. I realize he looks strikingly familiar, almost like... Dave! I wondered if they were related, but quickly stopped as the battle went on. Sol kept trying to hit the hunter with his little fireballs from his fingers, but quickly realized it wouldn't be enough. He dodged the hunter's attacks as he tried to think of another way to attack him I assumed. Finally he came up with a solution. He jumped up in the air just as the older version of Dave tried to trip him up, flipping over him, landing with his back facing the hunter's. He quickly turned around and shot a bigger fireball then the small ones he'd been using before, using the palm of his hand to generate the flame rather then his fingers. It burned through the hunter's shirt and onto his skin. An agonizing scream could be heard as the unbearable pain of getting burned hit him.(A/N: this is starting to sound like 3rd person...) He fell to the ground, katana dropping his hand to his side in the process. Sol walked to the side of him, towering over the almost dead hunter as he spoke. "On the opposite side of your brother?" Sol asked. "what, you mean Dave? You can't trust him. He's on the hunter's side, gathering information, about, well, your kind," Me and sol were slightly offended at what he called us. " so the hunters can develop ways to kill you guys." "As much as I'd like to believe that, Dave has powers, he's one of us. He wouldn't help the people who's trying to kill him." "You'll see how ironic it will be." Yep, definitely Dave's brother.

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I honestly have no idea how it happened. I also have no idea if I should continue or not, cause who knows? I might have some EriSol planned. And maybe some Hammertime...? I dunno.