Blake Nation I know we are feeling devastated, but let's not forget we fought with determination. We tried our best, and we shall be victorious next year then because it can be ours.
As a treat, to wipe the tears and cheer us all up (the adults at least) I present this as an official application to join you all in our misery.
MDNI, please go away, there's nothing for you past this line
The decision was made swiftly, no words needed, not when their hand pressed against his chest, nails scraping the tender skin, that familiar twinkle in their eyes making him swallow a whimper. It was never reserved for him before, and now that he was the target audience? He was ready to implode right here and there, on someone else's couch, someone he didn't even bother catching the name of.
But when the said hand began to trail down, fleeting touches inching closer and closer, until finally toying with the button of his jeans, he stood up far quicker than he expected, almost hitting his head on the floor lamp that stretched above them both, ready to leave right then and there.
He didn't even put the seat belt on when he sat on the driver's seat, not until they reminded him of that, voice almost teasing the foolishness.
"Focus, baby." the steering wheel was gripped harder, his right palm landing itself on their thigh, squeezing the muscle not so gently in an weak attempt to ground himself, the red light flashing at him being a personal offence, making the wait sting more and more with every squirm coming from the passenger seat.
Between hot and bothered, they were both. Impatient to get out of the car and fall into a loop of recklessness that only young people understood.
Focus, baby.
Oh, he wished. He wished he could but there was still good few minutes of a drive back to his apartment and his fingers began to nervously trace little circles on their leg, fingernails digging just slightly, motion trying to convey how much he wanted the wait to be already over, restlessness being a death of him as his heart began to beat faster and faster, pulse thrumming in his ears while they sat beside him and kept making him lose his mind. Looking suddenly oh so innocent while they pushed his hand towards the warmth he salivated at the mere thought of.
He never unlocked the door faster, key jingling in his grip, entrance being practically kicked open when they pushed him inside, dignity long forgotten, not when they looked at him through half lidded eyes, lashes teasing and tempting, plushy lips parted and curling around his name like a vice.
"Kiss me, Blake."
"Bedroom. Now." The commanding tone surprised even him, he was never the one to use it, not to them anyway. His work persona wasn't supposed to mix with his personal life, but they listened to him so obediently, he bit back a gasp.
They just smiled, wicked little tease. Smiled and grabbed his arm, leading him inside the room, shoes lost on the way, same with the logic and rationality that dissolved the moment he felt their hand sneaking itself under his shirt, slender fingers playing with the bar of his piercing. The yelp that tore through him, the pathetic cry of more solidified his fate. There was no going back and if there would be even a chance, he would burn the bridge himself, hands dripping with gasoline of his yearning, one spark enough to explode what was already burning high inside of him for so long.
No other cigarette tasted like his beloved marlboros, the bitter aftertaste lingering in his mouth as he finally licked into theirs, a breathless gasp slipping when he felt himself being tugged closer and closer until their teeth clashed awkwardly. And no other lips would taste like theirs, faint hints of lemonade and dirty martini they drank earlier. He was lost in it all, desperately trying to remember the shape, the softness and fervour in which they moved around, bold dance making him float higher than any drug could ever make him.
He was an addict, yearning and needing them more than air, more than water or more than life itself. They were the sole reason he woke up every day, and, now that they dragged him onto the bed, their ass that moulded so perfectly against his palms sitting on his matress, he wished to never stop dreaming because how could this be reality?
When they pinched under the barbell and he moaned against their smile, any doubt disappeared as quickly as they unbuckled his belt, dropping it with a thud on the floor. It could break for all he cared, he would buy another. They could ruin him whole, and he would be thankful, kissing the hand that struck.
"Tell me you want it," he pleaded, voice already hoarse despite not doing much talking. Strained from the emotions he's been repressing for so long, he never stopped counting the days that blurred into a trance he finally had the means to break from. Since the moment his heart caught on the fact that the person in front of him, that sweet, gorgeous and more than perfect person, right now laying on his sheets, the one he balled in his fists so many times on sleepless nights, he never stopped counting and hoping for a chance that wasn't his to ask for in the first place.
"Tell me you want me." He could beg, he could stay on his knees and bow down, forehead pressed against the hardwood floor, he would suffer and cry if it pleased them but he needed those words spoken in their voice, the same one that made his chest ache and cheeks turn red from shame for pinning. They had the upper hand, and he would listen obediently, waiting for more orders to fulfil and praise to receive, were he worth it.
They panted against his mouth when they pulled him by the silver necklace he wore, cross dangling right above their sternum, room so hot he felt a lone drop of sweat slipping down his temple, trembling fingers reaching towards their shirt, instinct to pull it up and just kiss what was hidden underneath slowly getting out of his control, but he had to be patient, no matter how much he ached. Like a dog that had to wait for the proper release word, he would wait for years and years, still and painfully throbbing because they had such control over him. His saviour, spring of clean water for the parched part of his soul.
"Please" not enough. Nothing was enough, he was soaking everything up like a dry sponge, edges so dry they cracked under the pressure. He needed to hear it, needed for their lips to curl in that deliciously teasing way, his name rolling once more off their tongue and causing him to shiver because of how heavenly it sounded, eyes rolling into the back of his skull.
"Say it...please say it." if he had one wish, that was enough.
"Blake, I need you."
He thought he died and ascended, body still in the mortal realm, holding their hips, guiding them to where they needed be, soul escaping alongside the moan when they called for him so needy and desperate. And he could fix it all.
"I know, Doll. I'm here, all yours." hands sliding down their legs, pulling down what was unnecessary, he landed himself between them, breathed out air tickling goosebumps that began to appear, nose slowly moving uo and down as his hands steadied over their thighs, trying to be so gentle with the most precious gem in the whole world. One wrong touch, and he would taint it, skin so pure he shouldn't be let near it.
"Only yours." The truth hurt. He couldn't bring himself to share this with anybody else, no matter how many offered. He only belonged to them, and to them he would give himself, against what he was told.
Religion was nothing but a figment of imagination for the weak, he always said, means to control the crowd and bring hope for the hopeless. After his upbringing withing the church walls, he started to despise anything associated with it. But right now all he wanted to do was to worship the divine in front of him, to pray and spill all his sins for he knew they would forgive him, their salvation being his and his only. His knees hurt, but he would stand worse if it was for their satisfaction.
"No...baby, no no no." the exposed stomach he longed to kiss all over suddenly hidden from his dark eyes, hunger spilling from them just like the dark ink on his forearm which held their legs apart. That wouldn't do, he tutted, gently rising it up again for the flesh to be seen and appreciated.
"Don't... don't do this. Don't hide from me. Don't cover yourself." he stuttered, mind not catching up with words quick enough, too busy burning holes in their body writhing under his palms, fitting so perfectly like puzzle pieces. They were made for each other and he finally saw it properly, not in the dreams or visions that tormented.
"I want to see everything you allow me" one kiss to the inside of their thigh made them jump, a single sound of their voice making him shatter into pieces, glued only by their sweet taste when he finally got to it.
"All of you is so...gorgeous, Doll. Your eyes..." Another kiss.
"Your smile"
"Your hands." they tangled themselves into the strands of his hair, tugging in a way that burned his scalp. He as a whole was burning, skin turning feverish, just as theirs did, the hot and heavy air in the room making it tingle, clothes itching to be removed fully, their place as far away from them as possible. There was nothing to hide, not from him, and he didn't want to hide anymore either.
"And especially this." they moaned in unison, pleasure hitting yet another high when his warm breath fanned over the sweet spot, mouth finally reaching the destination it was made for.
"May I?" One nod and they were gone, head in the clouds despite laying on his bed, pillow holding their neck steady.
The neighbours probably could hear everything, and if they cared, they would have half a mind to keep it down. But how was it possible to focus on something else beside him, spelling the most deranged profanities with his slick tongue, words getting slurry and dying down in their throat when he ate like a dog starved? He was presented with a five course meal right in front of him. It wouldn't do to not devour it whole, to not treat it with the respect it deserved just for belonging to them.
He was a gentleman. There would be not a single crumb left on the plate of their being.
"I should have known you'd be perfect everywhere, Doll." he murmured, wiping his face with his shirt, quickly taking it off, muscles stretching and rippling. He already looked buff despite only starting to work out and they couldn't help but bite their lip at the thought of sinking their teeth into that delicious piece of a man that belonged only to them for the night. And it only got better when he finally undressed fully, crawling on top of them with eyes blown out, looking like two embers burning with famine that couldn't be sated. The silver cross he kept wearing despite his better judgement was cool to the touch, they hissed at the difference. He quickly soothed, warm palm gently sliding from their chest up higher.
"Are you still okay with this?" he asked quietly, the hand cupping their cheek, searching for any sign of discomfort, pointer stroking their cheekbone, wiping the wetness that slipped from between their eyelashes, mascara slightly smudged. Beautiful anyway, they were anything but less.
He wished he could lick those tears away, kiss it all better and promise to never be a cause for them unless they were caused by pleasure.
"Do your worst." they whispered, shifting around to press against him, hips grinding just a little bit to tease.
"No," he immediately answered, the mere thought scaring him enough. His hands were tainted, and the last thing he wanted was to taint them with his sins too. They didn't deserve it.
"Never with you, gorgeous. Never." Their body arched so beautifully he wanted to cry. All he ever yearned for in his life was to be beside them, whether as an equal but might as well be just as the pathetic whelp, waiting patiently by their feet, guarding and craving the scraps they were so kind to offer. It didn't matter. As long as he was nearby, he was fine.
In that moment, he was ecstatic, able to support their back to arch even higher with just a touch and another sinful indulgence. He was going to hell and he couldn't be happier about his demise, senses overwhelmed by a heat he had never felt before.
With the main course already devoured, the dessert should have been a nice way to end the feast, a perfect little ending that would sate fully. Instead, the dessert turned into a climax point, only making him want more and more, hips snapping with force that made the bed rattle against the wall, the song of both of their voices filling the room with other obscenities alongside, peak coming quicker than he wanted.
It didn't matter. The night was still young and they were both stupid enough to not think about the consequences of next day. He would soothe every single ache he left behind, kiss every single hickey his lips sucked, massage every single bruise or bite he overdid. Bring them breakfast, pancakes, their favourite, fresh coffee because they would need some energy later on, kiss them all over again and maybe not leave the bed for few hours more, doing it until they no longer could scream his name, limbs reduced to jello when he would hold them close, whispering praises and thanks into their ear, words reserved only for his precious.
If only it could last longer. Forever, if it was possible. He started to be greedy, teeth already biting not only a hand but the whole arm despite being offered just one finger.
"I..." he held himself back, words that shouldn't be said almost slurred in the blissful haze, mind not working properly. A fool would ruin such a moment, and he would have liked to think of himself as someone better.
"Me too," they whimpered, saving his face not for the first time. Their arms held onto him tighter when he leaned down, red and puffy lips finding their neck and inhaling the leftover perfume that still lingered, mixing with a scent that screamed them and them alone. He lost it the moment they called for him, a broken and hoarse plea for repentance.
The stars he saw with the last pathetic whimper of their name were almost as beautiful as their blissed out face, chest heaving and legs still wrapped around him, not letting him pull away any further than necessary. Hair all over the pillowcase, lashes wet with tears they cried out, lips begging to be kissed until his breath was gone and he forgot who he was, lost only in the pleasure he gave them.
With face buried and arms holding them tight, he sobbed.
( god i hope that the quality won't fly out the window ;-;)
Some more doodles of face expressions, and just experimenting with how i want him to look, because smth is missinggg aaaa and i don't know what.
Like, some stuff are already intentional: symmetrical piercing for example, because its tidy and organised and with that - in control.
But i'm still not sure if the a bit more chubby body would work for him? By his character, having a slim body would fit (him being a sly, cunning and all) but also.. well i can't lie, it is my type slipping in when i draw him ( like his face being a bit chubby in the third tradicional drawing). i like it when people have a bit of a bod, what can i say >:P. + I feel like most people would draw him skinny and i don't think i want to do that.
But it also made him look wayy to young then i wanted to in that drawing, so yeah. Like i said, a work in progress.
I still need to design his tattoos, if and where he would have scars and from what. So much work, so little time... And i just love that freak so much, i NEED to make more stuff with him agghhh.
Also, if any of you have propositions i would love to hear them <33. i Hope i can get along with this community more, and then summer will start, i'll try to post more about him with the amount of free time i will have.
Anyway, Thx for reading my yapping and i Hope you all will like the doodles, even tho they are still a but undercooked.
This is my first little thing for the @moronkyne color palette challenge!!! I love itttt I had so much fun I'll definitely do more!! I'm trying to do vincent/lovely too trust me guys,,,but Blake for now!
So since everyone appears to be in a Balance mood right about now
Can we just stop and remember that Sunshine was fully believing that Elliott thought they’d broken up while they were being held captive by Blake?
The last thing they were told about him was that his memories of them were going to be altered, and Elliott would only remember a horrendous breakup, non-existent fights, and have some of their best memories together removed. And the last they saw, he walked out the doors of CloseKnit without the slightest indication he knew or cared about anyone or anything inside.
If they did what Blake asked, Elliott’s memories of them would be restored. And then the Shades got loose, and Blake’s promise obviously wouldn’t be kept.
When Brachium was instructing them which way to run, they must’ve thought they were running into a world where the man they loved with all their heart believed they hated him. When they were rescued by the Department, kept near the scene while officers made sure that it was safe for them to be escorted away, they must’ve been trying to work out what they’d do with themselves, now that Elliott’s memories had no way of being restored. How would they explain why so much of their stuff was still at their shared place? Where would they go back to, if not to him? What life could they even go back to, after all of this?
Who eventually told them that Elliott had kept all his memories? Was it the Department, informing them when they gave their statement about the deal they made to get Elliott out, that he was the one who alerted them to what was going on? Was it Scorpius, also being rescued by the Department and giving a statement, explaining the deal that he made with Elliott in turn? Or was it Aaron, after they arrived at one of DUMP’s office buildings, and the only one of the group allowed to see them, being the official informed unempowered who wouldn’t be able to manipulate the story in any magical way, coming to check on them so he could give word to Elliott, and see for himself that they were alive?
Anyway, I think about what Blake did to these two quite a bit, can you tell?
@urfavlistener for you! I know quite literally nothing about scents so mind my questionable descriptive skills but I’ll give this a go anyway!
Damien: very clean/white musk, a bit minty, and with undertones of burnt wood/smoke
Huxley: definitely sweaty/musky (wink wink) but mainly earthy slightly like freshly cut grass, sandalwood, and matcha. Possibly also incense like smells.
Lasko: petrichor, fresh linen, and a slight smell of coffee/tea depending on his day- like curling up under a clean fluffy blanket with a hot drink on a rainy day.
Caelum: warm cotton candy and sweet milk- a bit like lush’s supermilk if you’ve ever smelled that. Also that one banana medicine people had as a kid.
Gavin: I think although he chooses to keep his own physical form he would have a constantly changing scent depending on how him or freelancer is feeling. E.g. if they’re just having a comfy night in he would smell of sweet caramel and honey, if he’s feeling flirty his smell might have floral notes of magnolia or white musk, and if he’s feeling freekay he would smell spicy/woody with some musk.
Kody: ass
Brachium: an extremely strange and subtle but comforting petrichor, inky, and musky smell. The scent of the river stays with him- (but somehow not like Blake’s scent) like algae and moonlight.
Blake: Before d'derihdan: pretty basic scents- sandalwood and amber cologne over clean clothes After d'derihdan: sweat, blood, gasoline, metal, various other questionable.. bodily fluids and the scent of the river that still clings to him.
Elliot: a little zesty (lmao) like maybe a bit citrusy/orangy but mixed with warmer vanilla and powdery scents. Overall quite sweet but comforting.
Aaron: coffee, leather, sweat and musk covered up by an expensive oud, amber, and rose cologne. Yum
Ollie: like warm fresh laundry, mint, paper, and powdery white musk. Like opening a new book with a cup of tea.
Guy: pizza of course! Jk- a bit musky/sweaty (since hes practically always bouncing off the walls) but also sweet like chewing gum. His non work clothes smell clean but distinctly like him and his skin. He’s has a bit of a mixed up strange smell but it’s somehow perfectly Guy.
Geordi: sweet like caramel, vanilla and a bit nutty. Also a bit dusty in a good way- like vintage jumpers and old books. I feel like his clothing would still have a fresh linen smell to it, just in a more comfortable warm way.
Morgan: petrichor, oriental tea, cedarwood, clean laundry, and cinnamon.
Cam: clean and comforting, a lovely warm coconut smell like a classic nostalgic coconut and jam school cake. Maybe a little woody.
Porter: metallic, bitter, sharp and bloody. Hidden under a clean smelling expensive cologne that leaves a musky, sweaty, warm smell lingering once it’s rubbed off by Treasure. A bit like dark raspberry chocolate in scent form.
Vincent: a warm vanilla scent with powdery, clean and comforting undertones. Almost unnoticeable sweeter sugary undertones of candy floss, metal, and smoke- the types of things you’d smell at a theme park (hehehe).
Sam: like a toasted marshmallow but without the overwhelming sweetness. Woody/smoky oud, cedarwood, and oak but with a slight tangy metallic scent. Like starched jeans and earthy muddy boots.
David: warm, simple, and clean. A simple oud scent with undertones of tobacco on clean fresh clothes. Without all of the colognes and clothing (lol) I think he would smell a bit more musky and earthy pine type smell- a part of his wolf that stays on him as a human.
Milo: warm and aromatic, like a delicious home cooked meal. He would wear an expensive clean sandalwood and lavender scent with undertones of leather and musk. Underneath it all, he would have a soft moss, pine, and honey natural smell from his wolf.
Asher: he would have a fruity and floral scent, maybe like honey, watermelon, and coconut. A bit like a sugary energy drink. His natural scent would still be floral but more earthy- like freshly cut grass.
Vega: sharp and metallic. Enticing smells of leather and cold metal over a more dusty, smell. Like a heavy old book bound in cracked leather- nothing like a human.
Hush: Erm. Uhhh. So basically he would smell like
Avior: old books and wood. Like a smoky campfire but with slight spicy cinnamon smell. After leaving the meridian he smells more warm and fresh, like a subtle and comforting cedarwood cologne
Ivan: Without vega’s influence: clean and fresh, like a fancy bar of soap and hotel shampoo. A subtle floral cologne that smells comforting and familiar. Very put together. With vegas influence: sweat, cum, possibly a little blood, alcohol, leather, rope fibers, ew.
Anton: warm and spicy. Layered scents of oud, cedarwood, and white musk. The smell of warm home cooked traditional meals. A natural earthy smell like all other wolves- his is of petrichor, dirt, and pine. Overall a lovely comforting smell.
James: coffee, ink, and linen. A clean smelling cologne of white musk and lily of the valley. Slight smell of musk/sweat from long working days. (Not too sure if this is accurate since we don’t know much about prime!james sorry!)
Marcus: a lovely enticing sweet cedarwood scent covering the smell of basement dust, sweat, and musk. He overall smells nasty AF if you get close enough.
Caller/Azmidi: idgaf if he’s a fear demon he smells reaaal good. Roses and saffron but also a hint of blood.
I think that’s everyone but pleasepleasepleaseee tell me if I have forgotten a character!!!
