#wip!!!

[hellypoison]

wip

prolly will finish tomorrow

I need a friend w whom we can come up with an endless torture scenarios for these two. And then maby even rp some of them. Sighs dreamly. Would give anything for someone just as crazy as we are.

everyone nowadays "crossfangs this", "bloodloathing that" but what about elderfangs, why only like three people seem to see the potential!??? please😭 okey. no actual hate of course!!! all pairings deserve love, I'm complaining only lightheartedly.

[bunnwich]

Was I dreaming or your yuu used to be different? Iirc they're masc leaning? Or at least part of the savannaclaw? I remember the green hair tho

My Yuu Has Changed??

Yeah!! Yuuta's def gone through some changes, They still/always will be a unofficial member of Savanaclaw. It's still part of their lore that they stay their for a month while Ramshackle is fixed. I just haven't finished the Part 2 of their character sheet!! Rough version below: (assets for the boots n jewelry www)

(Current Yuuta! They hide ALOT with their school uniform choices. Bagginess to hide their hips and butt, and a magical binder!) So they did used to be a bit more masc AND slender, but...I realized I was only making them that way bc I think I felt a femme/chubby MC would be less popular/demonized when I joined the fandom? (silly I know!!) Yuuta is genderfluid! They do prefer to dress more masc/nb when they first wake up in NRC. but over time they become more comfy expressing themselves in more "femme" way and eventually adopting She/They/He pronouns. This sorta reflects my own journey with my gender discovery and my comfortability in giving Yuuta more traits of mine!! So, you're not crazy FDGHJK Idk if I ever explained it TBH!!

[goosewon]

idk whether I wanna finish this or not 😓😓😓😓

[lunarfuneral]

i've used that line before — priest!frank excerpt for @francislangdon. nsfw, underage, grooming, mel thinks she has an accident again. father langdon helps :)

“Father,” she whispered as she could feel the shame crawling up her neck, warming the tips of her ears. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes and visions of his disappointed, downturned face had her heart pounding. He had been so kind to trust her, to let her sleep next to him knowing she’d been having trouble, and she didn’t want to repay him like this. She wanted to be good. She wanted him to be proud of her. 

Usually, when she had an accident, she woke right away and could feel the warmth of what she’d done between her legs. But now her thighs were cold and it was only one small patch that was wet and sticky, right in the middle of her underwear. Her stomach sank as she wondered how long she’d been laying there with her mess drying on herself and his sheets.

Father Langdon groaned sleepily and turned towards her. She could smell the sleep on his breath as he moved. 

“What is it, baby?”

He called her that sometimes when they were alone. The way he handled it, so deep and easy, baby, had her wanting to hear it over and over. It wasn’t like when her mother called her that, sweet and singsong. It wasn’t like that at all.

She inched closer to him, afraid of the distance they were apart.

“There’s something …” she trailed off, unsure of how to put it. “I think I had another accident.” Though she’d just had one, earlier tonight. She’d had a glass of water Father Langdon offered her after he put her sheets in the wash, but she never went in his bed before.

He didn’t open his eyes but reached out for her, patting the bed. He gathered her into his arms and tucked her in to him, chest to chest. 

Mel loved when he cuddled. Though, only in the middle of the night. They never started out this way, but often ended up like it, holding each other in some way come morning. Father Langdon usually gently moved her away from him, untangling their limbs without a word. She breathed in deep where she was nestled into his neck. He smelled so good she wishes she could bottle it and wear it, walk around with him on her always, not just so she could smell it but so other people could, too. She wanted everyone to know she was Father Langdon’s favorite, his best girl, the girl he let crawl into his bed, the girl he walked with hand in hand for ice cream after mass on Sundays.

His hand slid down her back and hit her hips before his palm came around to her front. He warmed her stomach, just beneath her belly button, and let his hand rest there. She could feel him press on her slightly, flexing his fingers like he was kneading her.

“Where, Mellie,” he muttered, sleep breath ghosting over the top of her head. She felt the rumble in his chest against her breasts as he spoke. “Here?”

He grabbed at her stomach again with more force.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. Her tears spilled over, nervous for when he woke up enough to realize what she was really saying. She wasn’t sure he was understanding. “Down …” 

She couldn’t tell him. It was already embarrassing enough to come into his room and have to go show him her mess. To have him hold her close and let her feel the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart, the solid embrace of his arms—it confused her and threw her off course. She felt hot and overwhelmed. 

“Oh? Down here?” 

He moved his hand further down, angling it so he could cup her, the heel of his palm pressing over her and holding here there, between her thighs. She startled, going stiff in his arms. She couldn’t believe he was touching her there. No one had ever even seen that part of her besides her family, let alone touched her there. She couldn’t move, shocked and scared and unsure.

She knew he could feel it. The wetness there, the cold spot on her underwear and pants. He squeezed her and he bumped something that made her whimper unwillingly, completely out of her control. 

“Oh, baby girl, don’t worry about that,” he groaned. She’d never heard him like this before. He sounded so pleased. She couldn’t understand why. “That’s not your fault.” 

The relief that washed over her was too much, and she began to cry in earnest, wet sobs taking over her body. She hiccuped and wheezed while she tried to catch her breath in his arms. He wouldn’t let her go. 

“Mellie,” he soothed, rubbing his hand back and forth, confusing her. Whatever he was touching felt so good. “You don’t have to cry, it’s okay baby, I’m here, daddy’s here.” 

She didn’t know what to make of what was happening. His hand felt unbelievable on her, holding her so possessively, a way she desperately wanted and yearned for, but she couldn’t stop crying. She felt both safe and lost in his arms, feeling things she had no name for. It was like reaching out blindly in the dark—like one of her nightmares. But then he was there, calling her baby, kissing the top of her head.

She wanted so badly not to be alone. 

“Daddy,” she whimpered, and let the comfort that brought wash over her. “Daddy, help me.”

She liked how it felt to be pathetic in his arms and cry out for him. 

But what she liked best was that he answered.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

[onwardpasserine]

my stupid ass computer won't display colors correctly grrr

[hucklenberries]

this fic is beating my ass but blood in my mouth i hope yall will like it

edit: it’s finally posted!

[rissas]

i dont know how to draw facial hair but anything for grace! (help)