#snakeeskinn

[snakeeskinn]

I did deer makeup yesterday and I'm proud of my result. Honestly the progression I have made is mind blowing to me. If anyone has ideas of what they'd like to see hit makeup form, let me know!

[snakeeskinn]

Rainbow Road on Mario Cart is a perfect example of how it feels to be part of the LGBTQA+ community. It's a twisty road with other competitors who race or fight against you to win. Nobody said the ride would be easy, as you fall off many times and the ride gives you gifts along the way. Some are bad, some are good. You get stopped by other people who go out of their way to make you stop. You get crushed by many things and many people who may try to shrink you, (aka the lightning bolt power) and there are many times you want to stop or regret starting the race. Really, in your heart, all you wanna do is get to the end and have fun doing it.

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[snakeeskinn]

I sat in complete darkness. "What the hell?" I said out loud as I tried my damnedest to move. It appeared that I had a rope tied to me and the chair I was in, securing me to the chair. As I moved, it got tighter and tighter. That's it. I'm not going anywhere. "Fuck," I said out loud at the realization of the fact that I'm not moving. It's also pitch black besides a single light, spotlighting myself. It is also a bit smoky. Not smoky as in fire smoke... But maybe... A smoke machine? That's my best guess. Lost in my own thought, I had forgotten about the bigger problem: how the hell am I supposed to get out of here? As that thought crossed my mind, I heard a deep and quiet laugh. It is strange; it seemed to be quiet, yet echoing. I tried to stay as quiet as possible. Surely, yelling would do absolutely nothing; and struggling, well... that made it worse. Suddenly, Nate seemed to walk towards me. The normally nerdy, quirky, and cute Natewantstobattle seemed to have transformed into something much... darker. This Nate had purple tear marks running down his face to his chin, along with all black clothing, and a knife hidden behind him. He was super pale and really didn't seem to be 'Nate'. He went behind me, cutting the rope, or what he pretended was rope. He cut right into my arm. "Ah!" I screamed in pain. Nathan chuckled. "You didn't think I'd let you go, did you?" He walked back to where I could see him. Being oddly close to me, he pulled his knife out from behind him, putting it under my chin and forcing me to look straight up at him. He leaned in and kissed me. Oddly enough I didn't even fight it. There was a knife under my chin, pointed at my neck, and I still enjoyed it. Strange. I whimpered in pain at my cut which was still bleeding. Suddenly, I looked to the ground. I wasn't looking at blood. I was looking at black. Pure black. Nate noticed me looking and smirked. "What am I?" I said out loud. "You mean... what are we?" Nate replied. I shot him a glare that seemed to frighten him a small bit. In this newly found strength, I ripped the rope right in half, breaking the chair in the process. As I fell down, Nate ran to tackle me. He seemed to be there in a flash. Pinning my wrists to the ground, I could tell he was much stronger than I could ever imagine being. "What do you want from me?" I dared to ask. "What do you mean 'from' you?" He replied. "I just want you." He said. He bent back down and kissed me again. I let out a soft moan and melted, yet again. Letting my guard down, Nate attempted to slide his left hand up my shirt. Realizing that, I managed to slam him up against the wall, from the floor, in less than a second. He looked shocked. Realizing the power I had, I smirked. "If we are gonna do this... It's gonna be the right way." I said. He smirked. "I'm down." Is all he said. I slammed my right knee and right arm parallel to each other against the wall, kissing up and down his neck while he slipped his hand further up my shirt. His other hand, still clutching the knife, he pulled it up to stab my stomach. I moaned really loudly, slamming my eyes shut. It hurts so well. He retracted the knife, throwing it across the room. I collapsed to the ground. He climbed on top of me. My stomach healed back to its normal capacity. It wasn't until then that I realized that I had given him a gigantic hickey. I guess that's what he gets for tying me to a chair. I felt weak, so I began to let him take over. I pushed my hair to the side, readying myself for anything he might throw at me. He leaned up to look at me. Pressing his hand against his neck and biting his lip, he said, "They call me Natemare..."

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/67775160-they-call-me-natemare-a-book-of-one-shots