shit sux

Finally, thanks Talc <3

>>49270
>sage in the subject field

lololol

Quick question: Who's that supposed to be in the initial image? Doesn't look like anyone from HINABN that I know of.

>>49270
Wank on someone else, man.

>>49272
No prob, man. Couldn't take that shit no more. :|

>>49274
S'posed to be Conrad, me thinks.

>>49274

....It's Conrad. Does the blood, hair and glasses not give it away?

>>49277
The man purse over there gave it away for me.

I offered to write some insomniac!worth in >>46639 as a bribe, and I finally have it done. For fellow ljfags, also posted to http://o0o-faor-o0o.livejournal.com/51853.html#cutid1. First contribute to /coq/, so excuse any posting mistakes...

-

It's only hour sixty-four, but everything is already churning—dull colors running into ugly stains, ugly stains dark against the fray. In the mostly indeterminate blur that is his vision, part of the room expands, part of the room contracts. It would be distracting to most, but usually Luce was okay with it. He'd long since memorized his office's measurements—this long x that wide x however high. And even if the hour pushes eighty, he has the numbers carved into the side of his desk: fingers across the ledge will give him the correct dimension of the room. That's all he usually needs to focus... to find the outline of a trashed cabinet across the room, distinguish a wilted plant's shadow from its creator, know that the walls really aren't closing in.

But at the moment, the worn numbers aren't enough. He can't recall them (they're just a haze of symbols in his memory) and none of his fingers can decipher the scratches. There's something like an 8 or a 3 or R... but R doesn't make much sense, now does it? Actually, nothing makes much sense: his office is in shambles but he still gets business; he stinks of day-old cologne, sweat, dust and rubbing alcohol; there's a jagged ache behind his ear and a monotone form is fixed to the middle of the room.

The last of these peculiarities is out of the ordinary, but Luce shrugs it off. New shit comes and goes all the time: this will probably be another passing fancy he forgets about once it's gone; once his sleep-deprived mind finds something else to obsess over. And there will always be something else because nothing is ever still with Luce, and he cackles at a sudden buzzing he hears that tastes like death and nonsense on his tongue. He figures he likes the sensation, and even though he wants to keep to his chair (which is meticulously held together with duct tape and surgical thread), Luce stands, strangely docile and compliant. The buzzing quakes a little when he begins to stumble forward, but fuck it if Luce cares about that.

(His insomniac visual distortion makes it difficult to judge where objects are in relation to him, so several miscellaneous objects snap under his boots as he crosses the room. Whatever. If they were on the floor they couldn't have been that important.)

Some time later, he arrives at what he takes to be his destination. In reality, it had taken only a minute; in Luce's reality, it felt like he had always walked between his chair and the little fridge he keeps tucked into a corner. (The strained way his walls curved as he traveled certainly made it seem like forever...) He hesitates for once in his life: the fridge is meant for medical use only. What's in there is there for a reason. He can't play with that shit. But... he needs to get at the blood. Right, right. Yeah, that's why he got up from his chair. He needs blood. He needs to—Wait. No. That can't be right. Why does he need blood? He ain't no filthy vamp and he certainly won't waste any of his supplies on a random impulse, no matter how fucked up he is at moment.

But... the buzzing chirps at his proximity to the blood, pulsing for it like a slut. Like nothing can be better than a mouthful of red sludge. (Distantly, Luce notices the monotone shadow moving—slow, slow, like movie stills held up one at a time; it's still far away but he knows it's closer.) Luce glares angrily at the fridge door (stained yellow—everything is so yellow) and turns away. He doesn't need the blood... yet the buzzing sharpens. It's confused and angry and for fuck's sake shut up. I'll get you your blood. I'm just saving this batch for someone more deserving. (Buzz—buzz—buzz.) You don't realize how many hemophilic fiends I've got on my ass, depending on me for their fix, do you? (Buzz.) Well. Fuck you, too. Coming in here like you mean something.

The buzzing stops when Luce's inner monologue (his lips moved... but he can't hear himself; he has to be thinking his tirade) does. Luce really should leave it at that, but the monotone patch flickers into a stretched field of gray. Dark, light, gray, gray, coming closer and Luce gets it into his head that he should talk to it. Make it even more upset; make it come to him faster. You mean shit—Luce's hackles raise, exposing a crooked set of nicotine-rotted teeth—and you are shit. Not even good enough to be buried, you scum you corpse you—

Pressure. Tightness in his right arm. He fights against it but it stays, cold and burning. "Numbness or weakness of the face, arm or leg, especially on one side of the body": one sign of a heart attack. He's too young for this shit, but he... he can barely feel his fingers, and the buzzing is back but it's no longer buzzing: it still tastes awful but it's loud and grating and right in his ear. At least the gray has returned to its monotone state, a block of white with a black tuff on top, then below the white a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and twin white columns stretching out to Luce and...

Luce has a sinking feeling in his stomach as one of these columns comes toward his face in a rush, and a burst of (pleasure) lightening erupts on his jaw. It's sort of like a flash of absolute lucidity, feral and stark like the punch he sends in reply.

Perhaps, this feeling tells him as the buzzing-turned-grating sounds more and more like a voice—accented and fucking annoying. Perhaps... it's not hour sixty-four. Perhaps... he doesn't know what time it is or the time it was when he last slept; and... more importantly, how long he slept (his mind supplies two hours, but then another question: how long was he awake before that?).

Perhaps... he doesn't remember when hour sixty-four started; how long it's been since hour sixty-five was supposed to have begun.

Perhaps he should pay attention to the voice, hear it say ...a doctor! ...tell me to—Luce is pushed against the fridge, the glass stuck in his boots shattering further—wait a few more days, come over when you call me, like a dog (I'm not your dog, I can't stand dogs, but even if I did I wouldn't be yours). ...crawling in my skin, you demented twat, ...barely made it over here without jumping someone. ...have been on you. What kind of twisted—

Now it's Luce who interrupts. Slips the side of his wrist between thin lips, and uses his other hand to force the jaw closed—teeth sinking into skin, breaking flesh; blood immediately seeping around sharp edges. The fuc—Conrad (epithets aren't for a man who's got his mouth on you) knows what Luce's poor-quality blood tastes like—like cigarettes, sleeplessness and Vitamin-D deficiency—and yet he still gasps throatily around Luce, chewing down on until his fangs find purchase on something that makes Luce's fingers spasm. If Luce was a well adjusted individual, he would be offended by and/or curious of the unquestioning manner Conrad accepts the offer. But Luce is not well adjusted, so instead he pulls his wrist and, with it, Conrad's head closer to his mouth, sneering:

You're snorting it in like a pig, you cheap...

—you suck like a pro; are you sure I won't have to push a few dollars into your grubby hands when you're done...

...ugly Brit, can't make sense if you—Luce yanks on Conrad's hair, but Conrad steadies himself, putting all his weight on Luce as he clutches to the bleeding wrist.

...piece of...

...and Luce keeps pulling like a—Conrade keeps sucking like a—there's going to be a bruise...

The room is spinning on its own now, Luce's head pounds, and he feels things he knows doesn't exist: heat bringing sweat to his thighs, a ghost of a touch down his side...

…how much of it in your mouth before you choke...

Thrusting shallowly, desperately against a sharp hip: Luce is hard.

—bet you can take it all...

Luce isn't sure whether what he's saying is disjointed or not, if it is more than a string of half-thoughts and ugly teases. He doesn't care at this point because he hears more than sees Conrad's tongue lap at the curve of his wrist, half-assedly cleaning up the mess that he made. It's only making everything worse, of course: grimy saliva of the dead sealing the bite like wet cement, mixing with the stain of red on his sickly, taunt skin. Conrad even has the balls to unravel some of Luce's sodden bandages, tonguing the first scar he finds as if he can taste both the blood from the new bite and the blood from when the old cut was made.

...drooling for it—

—starving for it; got your spit running down my wrist...

He's so fucking hard but Conrad's brain can't handle anything more than its own bloodlust and related interests (namely, Luce's skin). Figures Conrad would be a horrible, inattentive fuck and... and even Luce—in all his insomniac stupor and blood loss and angry desire—jumps a little at this thought. It's proof that he's so bugged out that sex and Conrad can exist in the same figurative breath without destroying all of his mental capacities. It's bordering on intriguing and Luce hisses blasphemous insults to nothing in particular as he gropes his own zipper, deciding that's too much work a second afterwards: instead, he pushes both his pants and briefs down just low enough so he can pull out his dick, hard and hot in his palm. Conrad doesn't even blink at the movement; he continues coating Luce's arm in a sheen of spit as if either of them can actually get off on that shit.

...and, really, Luce doesn't groan a uh yes you filthy fuck when he directs Conrad's licking to his hand. (He's seething, not moaning, and yes you're going to believe him.)

Luce ignores Conrad's ministrations and just tries to jerk himself off without hurting himself. There's just him and the movement, slim hand tight and skin-against-skin slick with a dead man's spit and the friction killing him. His headache dissolves into a numbing calm, and he pumps clumsily. It would be nice to have Conrad doing something sexy, something to push Luce over the edge so he can get back to rooms that make no sense and tables with now-meaningless scratches in their ledges.

He might have said as much aloud because Conrad's teeth are on him again: they push through his skin halfway up his forearm between a melody of scars. The pain is real but the wounds are shallow, and before any significant amount of blood is drawn the pain moves—again and again it moves around Luce's arm and the punctures startle his body into searing heat. Luce detests Conrad for doing this to him and he kicks Conrad hard. Harder than he has any right to be able to do with his mind starved for sleep and his cock starved for release. Conrad finally stumbles away from Luce and just as he notices what the fuck Luce has been doing to himself, Luce bites out Conrad's imbecilic name, orgasm jolting out over the crotch of Conrad's black slacks.

Luce, of course, doesn't pass out (he actually stays up for another six hours, but does manage to sleep uninterruptedly for ten: a victory in the end), but he is not the first to recover. (If he had been, he would have had something insanely clever to say; he would have made fun of Conrad while disguising the guilt of his own misdeeds all at once.)

Instead, Conrad wipes the back of his hand across his wet mouth, eyes flickering between Luce's arm, cock and cum, before spitting out a simple yet elegant, "This still doesn't mean I'm gay."

>>49286
I fucking love this, feels like I'm high reading it.

>>49286
>>49291
Ditto this. It's weird but makes me feel exactly like I did once when I went 48 hours without sleeping.

>>49286
That was on the good side of fantastic.
Being wicked sleep deprived is pretty much like being high and I think you captured that perfectly.
On that note, holy shit more please.

>>49291 / >>49300 / >>49336

Pssssh. Y'all inflating this fag's ego. But yeah, I swear that my bursts of insomnia can be on par with a good high (except for the killer headache). I'm totally going to write more soon (busy with, you know, old man loving... tie!smut... the usual...). I just hope you'll forgive me for any conworth I further oversaturate this fandom with in the near future.

>>49344
There is no such thing as too much conworth

>>49344
Over saturation? Pffft what's that? I'm of the opinion the more fic the better, regardless of pairing! And, you know...kiiiiind of a Conworth fan. ALSO the story? Freakin awesome. I've only been that sleep deprived once, and it really did feel like I was high. I remember I had fruit loops for breakfast and never was a bowl of cereal more glorious. Haha~

And because I hate to post without posting some art or writing, I've promised a fill on he kink meme of Conrad getting hit on by a beefcake German woman in a bar and begging for Worth to help him: http://sugar-magic.livejournal.com/1903.html?thread=202607#t202607 And so I did a little teaser art. Ahurrrr. Shall I post the fic when its done as well?

>>49356
When I'm in the throes of insomnia, I usually get a wicked high sensation a few days in. Crazy shit man. But just like that. Minus vampires.

>>49356
I love you Davyn. :|
'Nuff said.

>>49384

Eeeee~ <3 I love you, too! Surprisingly, I'm almost done with the aforementioned fic, so I'll definitely be posting it here. Almost 3,000 words in 2 hours, I've set a new record for myself.

Someone was writing delicious Worth/Abner. Any update on how that's going?

I ask because it is... very relevant to my interests.

Ditto on the Worth/Abner very very relevant to my interests.

>>49398 >>49403

I'm more of an artfag and I've kinda had a lot to do, but it's coming along no less.

I hope you like Abner all tied up oh boy

hahaha.. this is just silly and poorly drawn.. but I had a little conversation with one of the people I RP with and I had to draw this XD;

>>49356
also... totally forgot to mention. That scary woman.. before I read what you wrote about it I thought that was Lamont in drag.. XD;;;

and some stuff for content sake

>>49413

Ohboy I cannot wait. Wantwantwant.

>>49356

Ha! That is awesome. Poor Connie. I suggest resizing pictures in the future, though -- there's no reason for it to be that huge and it takes forever to load for people with slow internet connections.

>>49442
PFFFFT Lamont in drag would also be pretty terrifying.

...and perhaps slightly arousing.
>>49523
I will definitely keep that in mind in the future. I didn't realize I'd forgotten to resize it! Thanks 8D!

Sorry, I deleted the old picture because it had a really retarded mistake in it. Fixed now.

Does anyone remember the pictures awhile back with Cas getting captured by Abner and being tortured, and then Finas comming to the rescue?

Can we have a fic of that? Please? With some hurt/comfort thrown in?

My writefag is fail, so PLEASE SOMEONE HELP A FAG OUT.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TE60Npeyx6s&a=lSPV-M-RFe4&playnext_from=ML&playnext=8


"Worth? Is that you?"

>>49581

I SECOND THIS.

>>49581

Yes please.

>>49581

If someone is willing to write this, I will draw the FUCK out of a picture for them (nothing too porny; I am uncomfortable with drawin' the porns, but something hopefully worth the effort of writing).

>>49581
Was thinking of it. I'm currently lined up for a Slender Man and two "Teeth" fics, buuuut... Maybe.

>>49616
i know this is off topic but-
slenderman
where will you be putting this

>>49623
It's mainly for a friend. The one who drew the picture of the HINABN cast as the children of that one famous SM photo oh the kids at the park with slender man in the background by a tree with his tentacles out and such.

Where Ples is slenderman. :I I'll just let you dwell on that. The first part won't really have much pron, so I'm not sure if I should post it here or leave a link. If you're interested, I would gladly post it here though.

>>49624
i am
very interested
either way would work, really

>>49626
Then I will probably end up posting the first part tonight.

>>49624

I'm actually horrifically interested.

Oh hi, blatant request.
Does anyone have the Conrad and Worth donation comic and would be willing to share it with me?
I'll... I dunno, I can sorta draw, so I'd take a request in exchange for it?

remember how last thread someone requested some conves?
no?
oh. huh.
well have some anyway

>>49665
This made me giggle.

>>49665
That may have been me...
Anyways. Love it though.
:D

Quick pchat crap

>>49664
Oh hey, thought I got everyone before. Guess not. Contact me on dA under the same name and we'll work something out. A warning, though - I'm gonna have very limited Internet access for the next ten days.
Aaaand on a different note, did this site crap out for most of the day for anyone else?

>>49707
Yeah, it did.
Sage of the polite persuasion.

We're back, yay! So happy!

Sage for lack of content.

>>49692
puki
i miss you :<

oldfaaagssss

I'm loving all the Veser abuse lately. Still waiting for another part to the 'Clock's broken so what's ticking?' fic

Although I like this direction, anyone up to doing some Veser-as-accomplice? Like Veser actually likes the abuse (fucked up childhood etc..) and hides the bodies of people Ples has killed... in his spare time of course

What say you?

>>49735

Has it actually been proven that Ples has ACTUALLY killed people? Or is this a theory?

GUYS GUYS GUYS. NEW STRIP.

>>49837

HOLY SHITZ, and so it begins.

>>49837
....kinda bummed at the way this strip was changed from the sketch! i hope this doesn't mean we'll miss out on lamont/cas&finas shenanigans or the talk of catnipped!Conrad

maybe it'll just mean it takes longer to get to them. oh, well, i guess the main plot at least is moving along faster.

>>49836
nah, just speculation at this point, probably mostly because of that one bit of spoiler art.

>>49837

Hanna is totally talking to Toni's boobs

Polite sage for not dicks

It's not just me who thinks Hanna looks a lot like Chuck from Boxer Hockey in that last panel, right?

>>49851
I can see it too.
Sure is slow lately.

>>49837

Their heads seem HUGE in the 3rd panel.

Polite Sage for no content

But I want Toni's necklace.

>>49880

I've already started on it for my cosplay *sobsobiamsolame*

Long time lurker, first time poster.

No one seemed to care very much about the explosive sexual tension of the donation strip... Was I the only one?

>>49888

oh believe me. I NOTICED ALRIGHT *fapfap*

>>49888

Mine still hasn't turned up... damn you people with you acquisition of things and all that tasty homoerotic tension that I've only heard about.

>>49888
You most certainly were not.

Oh man, I am in serious need of some ConPles. I AM SORRY MY PAIRING TASTES ARE WEIRD.
Sage for no content

Made some hinabn sims while I was bored.
Conrad had a mild panic attack about some dirty dishes, Hanna is obsessed with a swing I put in the back yard, and Worth keeps yelling at Toni for no real reason.
Sage for no real content.

>>49888

Moar like this, please.
Polite sage for nothing to contribute.

Bored drawfag. Requests? Nothing too porny, but I can try if you DESPERATELY NEED some penises in there.

Welcome back bored drawfag! We've missed you!

Um, how about Cas/Finas in fancy clothes? Or Finas in something that shows off his chest hair.[spoilers]some bows tied into his chest hair is optional[/spoiler]

Or Cas/Finas in fancy clothes/suit BUT with wrinkles, skewed ties, buttons missing, mussed hair... that sorta thing

>>49922

It will be yours!

>>49920

Galahad/Hanna plz.

Fluffy and sweet and adorable and oh god I'm going to hell aren't I.

Spoiler fail, I was just testing you guys anyway...

>>49924

Thank you! You will be feeding my insatiable appetite for vamps!

>>49920

cuddly PlesVes? 8D

>>49925>>49928

Done and done!

A bit less than 2/5 of the way done with the Cas/Finas. It is silly. There are nice clothings. And chest hair.

drawfagging?

>>49929

Casimiro and Finas decided to be douches to Ples and go over to his house to bug him. When they discovered that he wasn't home, they tried on his clothing. All according to Casimiro's plan, of course. He just wanted to witness Finas' MANLINESS in too-tight clothing.

On to some fluffy zombie/Hanna. OhgodIwantsomeflufftoo.

>>49928
Would you mind if the other drawfag tried?
(Sorry, I don't mean to be impeding on your territory, Drawfag A)

Polite sage for no content

>>49937

JEEZ HOW DARE YOU FILL OUT A TOTALLY AWESOME REQUEST FFFFFFF

No no that would be fabulous I am joking.

>>49934

HahaHAHAhaha. Damn this came out awesome. Cas is a genius here and I love the look on Finas's face while he's talking about his MANLINESS.

Again, this is awesome. Totally made my night!

>>49939

Awww, bro, any time. I love drawing fancy clothing, so I was so happy with the prompt.

And here is some Hanna/Zombie fluff. HANNA IS AN EXCELLENT ZOMBIE.

Aaalright, now for the VesPles. Anon, you get TWO drawfags doin' your requests! You are special!

>>49928

DONE!
Hahaha, anon, you did say 'cuddly.' I thought that since the other drawfag is working on it too, I could afford to be a bit silly.

Coming soon to a toy-store near you: Conbat, Paradox and Adelaide plushies, Finas-brand fake chest hair, Cuddly Worth (like, I'd imagine, Teddy Ruxpin, but says things like "Go an' shoot yerself in the fuckin' foot, ya fairy," in a menacing Australian accent), and a whole assortment of fluffy zombie body parts.

Any other requests?

BRING THEM ON! :D

>>49944

FUCKING ADORABLE. SAVED.

I'm going to take this time to share some of the best fanfics I've read recently

HAPPY STORY by Elorai
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6030132/1/HAPPY_STORY

Doctor's Orders by Rae Himura
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6084512/1/Doctors_Orders

Bit of Leverage by ScottyFTW
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6085268/1/

It never changes to stop by Merri Cheri
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5845763/1/

Lub Dub by anthrop (fics about Conrad's monster form is so awesome yo)
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6052011/1/


AND these two by Demyrie, who I am quickly falling in love with. The picture is by her, for her Dead of Night series. That series is so freaking awesome. It's unzombie and deadHanna with Doc Achenleck and vampire!Worth.
Dead of Night by Demyrie
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6062841/1/Dead_of_Night

Organic by Demyrie
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5997838/1/

>>49944
Ohman now I feel bad for taking such heinous amounts of time while you churn your stuff out so fast and it's all so adorable. Aww. Did I mention how cute this is?

For Talc and Noora. Lamont/Conworth noncon.

>>49954>>49949

THANKS GUYS. I DRAW TO PLEASE.

>>49954

PS- And take your time. I just sketch super-fast.

>>49941

brb dying from the cute.

Gallahad's ear is high in protein.

New to the fandom, and am craving some good fic. Any suggestions?

>>49928
DONE. Finally. I wanted to finish this before bed and that didn't happen so I ended up staying awake and now it's almost 6 AM. I hope this is what you wanted!

Adorable.

>>49966

Anything by Spook. http://spookmouse.deviantart.com/

>>49984

I'm not requester anon, but this is wonderful!

>>49950

Oh god Conrad. You're such a fucking hipster.

♥

>>49984


THERE ARE NOT WORDS for how much i love you. seriously buhhhh. too damn cute. <3<3<3<3<3

>>50012>>50010
Aww, thank you! ♥

Hey, does anyone have any good Abner fanfiction?

Sorry to be a creep.
Just wondering.

>>50021
Only one I've seen so far is
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6102135/1/Animal_Insight
It's pretty good, but short. I guess we're gonna have to wait for him to show up to get more.

>>49966
Read the damn thread, newfag! Seriously, right above you are tons. here, >>49953
>>49999
yeah spook is really good, but everyone has read everything she has written by this point.
I can also highly reccomend a lot of fics by http://digi-writes-fanfics.deviantart.com/gallery/
try On The Beach for a first taste. Berkana is a bit long, but I enjoyed the HELL out of it, Seriously. Could not put my computer down. I think it's finished by now, too.
The xauthoressx, who co-wrote that epic, has some excellent stories, try this one to start: http://xtheauthoressx.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2p6w33