woah new thread soon as I get on? lol.. uh here have some content right away XD
Streamed this last night.

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streamed this yesterday as well.. as a request from one of my viewers. ugh I hate livestream so much.. it lags my computer out so bad.. that's why it sucks. ustream works so much better, except for the fact that I had to make a new account on there because I got banned for copyright infringement while drawing hinabn fanart.. :/

For anyone interested, found that fic I was looking for in thread #22 (Worth/Conrad noncon runeplay by Saede)

Dunno if it was archived anywhere else though.

>>50922
Ooh, share?

Should be here!

>>38336

>>50919
ooh, more Abner please!

best. threads. ever.

Have something I doodled for ZiggyStardust (the fanfiction writer, not the singer, ALTHOUGH I CAN SEE HOW THEY WOULD BE CONFUSED BOTH ARE AMAZING).
Sorry it's not wonderful, but I can make it better later.

Spoilered because evil!Pleshands/good!Ples

>>50946


Dudeeeee, hottttt <33 love it!

>>50946

Ah, thanks! Evil mirrors are appropriate in so many situations, and even more fun when they're being inappropriate.

>>50954

I like how young Worth seems so much more gentlemanly even though he's still an asshole.

>>50954
Haha, you do love that AU, don't you?

>>50976

Who wouldn't? It's magnificently hot in a sort of filthy lecherous way

>>50982

hot = filthy and lecherous, I thought?


HURRRR

>>50976
WELL
IT'S PROBABLY THE REASON I AM STILL IN THIS FANDOM
SO THAT SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT IT I THINK

Relating to a prompt on the kinkmeme. I am not used to smut so forgive me if it's gone horribly wrong.

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"Hanna," the dead man had whispered. "Let's try something new."

And of course Hanna had been up for it, whatever it was, because Hanna was always eager for anything, devoting the same enthusiasm to ice cream and music and investigating paranormal disturbances as he devoted to his undead partner.

"So? What are we trying?" he'd asked.

"Just close your eyes," the dead man had smiled, and Hanna had happily done so. Slim greenish fingers tied a blindfold in place to prevent any peeking under not-quite-closed lids. The idea had come to him some weeks ago, when he'd been tidying up the tiny apartment while Hanna was out at work. He'd found a not-very-well-hidden issue of a rather explicit magazine, and while he'd initially just put it carefully away with any of Hanna's other bits and pieces that he probably wasn't meant to find, the images had stayed with him. He'd tried not to dwell on it, but the image of Hanna in place of the young men from the magazine was positively delicious, and absolutely far too tempting not to act upon.

"I'll give you a safeword," murmured the dead man as he wrapped thick leather cuffs around Hanna's wrists, kissing his knuckles as he went, and secured them to the immovably ancient cast iron radiator at the top of Hanna's mattress. "If you want to stop, just call me Alphaeus."

Hanna had laughed, perhaps a touch nervously now that he couldn't see and couldn't use his hands, but had agreed to the name. He'd been almost holding his breath as cold fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt and bunched it up around his forearms. His head had turned this way and that, trying to find a gap in the blindfold so he could see what was going on when those same cold fingers had patiently removed first jeans and then boxers and even socks. He was oddly quiet when he wasn't able to see, too busy straining to hear what was going to chatter over everything.

But the dead man was very much used to moving quietly, and he'd continued in usual silent manner as he watched Hanna listening out for anything at all.

At the first touch Hanna jumped, not expecting the cool hand that trailed along his ribs and back away from him again. He craned into the second touch, the cool hand stroking his cheek for a moment and then lifting away. For now, the game was simply to see how sensitive Hanna could become, how keenly aware of his surroundings he might be and how much he might anticipate any slight contact. He never quite seemed to get used to it, which the dead man found pleasing. Any little brush of the skin brought a reaction. And in the midst of all these little flinches and twitches and so on, Hanna was becoming quite, quite hard. The brush of a chill fingertip across the head caused Hanna to jolt in surprise, catching his breath, but still not saying anything. The dead man lifted his hand away, and Hanna's hips tilted up as if to follow.

"Do you want to take things a little further?" the cool lips barely touched Hanna's ear as the dead man spoke, and the living man shivered.

"Yes, c'mon, please."

And this time the dead man had deliberately made a bit of noise, rustling through the plain black bag that he'd tucked out of Hanna's notice. Hanna wriggled, trying to get closer and work out what was going on. There was a rustle, and the sound of... some kind of catch or box or something? And a little pop, like the top of a bottle coming off, like toothpaste or ketchup. The dead man noted the puzzlement on Hanna's face as he dripped a little of the lube from the pop-cap bottle onto his fingers, and relished the way Hanna gave a little gasping cry as a single, long, slim digit toyed with his entrance. The single finger pushed in very, very slowly, teasing till Hanna began to whimper softly. The second finger joined it, again almost painfully slowly, and Hanna whined when they stopped moving for even a moment. Constant but very deliberately restrained motion continued to tease him, and stopped any time Hanna started to rock back on the fingers for himself.

Hanna reacted with near desperation when the dead man withdrew his fingers.

"Hn, please, stop teasing me, c'mon," he pleaded. The dead man responded by uncapping the little bottle of lube right beside Hanna's ear for him to hear nice and clearly. Hanna's power of speech seemed to return. "Oh man, you can't keep teasing me like this. C'mon, please, just - tell me at least, or something, I just-"

"Shh." He put a single, clean, finger against Hanna's lips and Hanna, surprisingly, fell silent as requested. He considered taking the blindfold off, letting Hanna see what was going on, see the range of options that was sitting beside the mattress. But, no. Let him find out for himself.

He looked at the little selection again, and chose the first option. That oddly shaped wand, a series of beads stacked on each other, steadily increasing toward the little loop you were meant to hold it by, and with a fresh set of batteries. He slicked it up and began to slide it in, bump by bump, and always making sure that Hanna had a little pause between every single one to savour the slightly fuller sensation each time. The dead man discovered that just twisting and rotating the beads was enough to make Hanna writhe in pleasure, and Hanna was biting his lip and trying hard not to wriggle too much, not to get too greedy and risk the whole thing just falling still or being taken away.

Which led to the current situation. Hanna, blindfold still securely in place, hands out of the way, completely exposed. He was squirming and panting, a hot blush on his cheeks as the dead man continued to tease him slowly, so slowly. Any trace of the earlier nervousness was long since gone, and Hanna was lost in the sheer stimulation he was receiving. The dead man's thumb paused for a moment over the little button on the side of the wand, hand falling completely still and eliciting another whining little moan from Hanna. He pressed the switch and the beads began to vibrate. Hanna yelped in surprise and began to wriggle even more, no longer even trying to bite his lip.

"Oh god, oh fuck, Izanagi, that's... ahn, that's so, fuck, can you just.... ahhn-" The words tumbled out in a stream of mostly gibberish, half-formed phrases and pleas that only added to the incredibly sexy view the dead man enjoyed. He leaned down close to Hanna's ear even as one hand continued to twist the beads, drawing them in or out by just a few, toying with the settings of the crude vibrate function.

"I wonder," he whispered. "Could you come just from this, Hanna? Just from all this, without my ever needing to even touch the rest of your body?"

Hanna let out a keening noise at the words, leaning toward the source of the sounds, but the dead man had moved back again and was continuing to simply, ruthlessly tease.

"I've only tried two of the four settings on this thing," he said, giving the vibrating beads a quick jerk. "Shall I see what happens if I try the other two?"

He didn't wait for Hanna to reply, swiftly flicking it all the way up to top speed. Hanna cried out, hands scrabbling uselessly at the old radiator as he came suddenly, so hard that sparks danced in the darkness of the blindfold. His hips jerked uselessly into empty air as the orgasm tore across his nerves, and his come splattered across his stomach as the toy was withdrawn. There was silence for a few moments. Then:

"Th-that was amazing, Alphaeus." At the name, cold hands released Hanna's wrists, and the living man tumbled into the arms of the dead before he even began to take the blindfold off. His face turned instinctively toward the dead man's as he pulled the blindfold away, an expression of curiosity starting to break through the aftershock of orgasm. "I didn't think you were, y'know, kinky like that. That was whoa unexpected, but, ha, still like really hot. Wh-where did you, uh, get the idea?"


"You left your... magazines around." The dead man gestured to the bottom drawer of the elderly wardrobe where he'd taken to carefully placing any of his housemate's unseemly clutter. Hanna blushed, but grinned.

"Oh, um, I didn't think I'd left anything like, uh, that out of the drawer, haha... but maybe I should leave stuff out more often?"

"Perhaps," the dead man agreed.

Sorry for the lack of dicks, but my boyfriend who is incredibly freaking awesome and at Comic Con just got this for me from Tessa herself.

Apparently the con-exclusive pins are Lee and Unzombie.

CONTENT LATER OR SOMETHING TO MAKE UP FOR THIS POST, I SWEARS.

>>50954
JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST.
I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH.
:|

More Cas/Finas please?

>>51027

FUCK YES. I am still waiting for AbnerTorture!Cas and Finas rescue and hurt/comfort fiction.

SERIOUSLY, WHY HAS NO ONE DONE SOMETHING LIKE THIS ffffffffffconiegetsallthelove

>>51014
Did he just go up to her table and ask for it? I'm going to comicon on sunday but I don't know the proper etiquette to meeting artists :'(

>>51042
I will be seeing her at Otakon and am also wondering this.

Prices are usually posted. Basically just say you want a commission done. Then ask for what you want. (ie, Worth dressed as Tuxedo mask waltzing with {...} in a speedo) Duuno what requests she'll actually take though, some people at cons will draw you ANYTHING you want.

When I saw her at AX she was doing a commission of some werewolf dude. She also has an orange sketchbook full of spoilers. Let us know if you get an accident peek? We totally won't tell anyone

>>51058
She allowed me to look through that sketchbook at AX~. There wasn't much in there that the people on here [that look behind the spoiler cuts, haha] don't already know about. She's not too weird about showing it off either, I asked if I could see it and she basically said to go ahead and look through it but there were spoilers.
http://i698.photobucket.com/albums/vv349/TheNightSurgeon/Abner.png she actually tore this out of it and gave it to me since I was commenting on how much I adore Abner.
Sorry about the quality/him having no legs. :I Had to take it with my camera as I lack a scanner.

Is anyone willing to trade the Worth+Conrad comic for the Worth+Lamont comic? Cause I can totally do that.

>>51065
Dat profile <33 [/envygush]

>>51004
Hnnnng
I'll be in my room if anyone needs me.

>>51065>>51050
That is awesome. I'm even more excited for the con now.

LONGEST WAIT TIME FOR A REQUEST TO BE FILLED? SORRY, HERE ILL JUST LEAVE THIS HERE u___u

>>51080
As in, you give me Worth-Conrad, I give you Worth-Lamont? Or the other way?

Sorry, I'm not actually namefagging any of my legitimate usernames.

BUT.
I wanna write some porn really bad. Any requests ?

Also, anyone else here going to Otakon ?

>>51107

Can I request Zombie being curious about how much he can feel and experimenting with himself please?

Since it's masturbation and not actually sex, if you don't wanna do that, can I have Cas and Finas ganging up on Lamont?? (I've seen art but no fics!))

>>51110
I've actually seen a fic like that, of Fin & Cas ganging up on Lamont, a few threads back ( although it wasn't truly them ganging up on him; it wasn't too non con or anything ).
I can do either if you still want.
Hell, I'll do both.

>>51107
Cas and Finas ganging up on Hanna.

>>51096

I love it....But...He has two left hands...I just noticed that...

PROMT:

How about Lamont and Worth ganging up on Conrad...

>>51107
Anything with Abner pleeeeaaase

>>51119
Oh god I love you.
I'm doing this RIGHT NOW.


Works in order; Lamont & Worth > Conrad. Abner ( /Conrad ? WHO TOPS ?? ). "experimenting"!Zomboi. Finas & Casimiro > Lamont. Finas & Casimiro > Hanna.
You guys really like gangbangs, huh ? ♥

>>51106

The other way. I have the Lamont+Worth and I'm looking for the Conrad+Worth.

Mooooorrreeeee Cas/Fin.... And Evil!Ples/Veser.

>>51130
If you want, I have the Conrad+Worth one, and I've yet to see the Lamont+Worth one.
Trade off, perhaps ?



Pretty far into the Lamont + Worth ganging up on Conrad fic, and I'll post it when I'm done. Getting to the good stuff now... ♥

>>51130
Damn. I reallyreallyreally want the Conrad-Worth one. :C

anons, i am in despair. i have been without internet for quite some time and just retrieved it back. has there been anymore animations drawn? i don't want to comb through so many threads for just them at the moment, so if you could kindly post.. i would love it

Hmmmm. Well, tell me what you think of it...
I'll be posting the rest as it comes along, don't fear, and I'll post the full on y-gal later.

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Conrad had decided that it was high time something changed.

He had gotten bloody tired of that dingy, dirty self-proclaimed doctor, and he had gotten sick of having to sneak along the alleyways at night trying to find the right fucking hole in the wall that the damned rat seemed to live in. More than doing all that, he hated the things he had to do for that damn excuse of a man, all just to have a meal. And he had kept going back all because he couldn’t work up the damn nerve to go to any kind of blood bank or find a really fresh meal.

And that was the day he met Lamont.

After that, he called Lamont quite often when he felt he needed to, although it was usually in the most awkward ways possible, but the Franco-Italian always laughed it off like it was no big deal (as long as he paid his invoice, he told him, albeit jokingly, but Conrad was just intimidated enough by those arms of his that he always paid it off long before it would begin to make him in-debt or something) and always delivered his blood packets right when he needed them, which completely eliminated the need for that grotesque excuse of a man, which lifted a lot of pain (and undeniable rage) from his mind, and, for a while, he felt a lot more at ease with the world.

Today was just one of those days when he needed it too, since his fridge was beginning to run out. It was that Conrad usually called Lamont early in the week, and ordered a lot of blood too, usually enough to stock up his fridge. Last night, he had used up his last one too, which meant that Lamont was going to be due in shortly. Sometime along today, he hoped, because his stomach was beginning to put up quite a fight, and he knew what that meant. The image of Casimiro losing his humanity crept back into his mind and, suddenly, he felt like he was in school again, because he was saved by the bell.

“Speak of the devil - here‘s my savior now,” he said to himself, pushing himself back from his computer before sliding his headphones off his head, setting them down then nearly skipping out the door, completely ready for his next meal.

He didn’t need to look through the peep hole, because no one else would ever even dream of visiting him at this hour of the night (except for, god forbid, Hanna and his zombie companion), so Conrad just swung the door open and backed away, turning back into his apartment without looking and ushering in Lamont with nearly a sing-song voice, “Come in, Lamont, come in.”

“Your place is just as faggy as you are, Confag.”

Conrad knew that voice, and he made a face that was uncannily close to the exact definition of “disgust.” “What are you doing here?” He seethed, letting out a growl, and he heard a nervous chuckle from behind him.

“Sorry, he followed me,” came the nervous laughter again, and in waltzed Lamont, carrying a box full of blood at his hip. So much for his savior. Conrad could really only growl in response as he glared at Worth, who was surveying his apartment with a keen eye, like he was studying it for something important. Conrad huffed and nearly slammed the door before he moved up to Lamont and begrudgingly took the box from him with a glare, to which the Franco-Italian could only give another hesitant giggle. Conrad almost let his glare drop at the apologetic face Lamont was giving him, until he saw Worth attempting to sit down on his newly cleaned sofa and then passed the glare that could probably kill any normal humans back to the doctor. The doctor just let out a huff and turned his face away, crossing his legs and leaning back, swinging his arms across the back.

Conrad shifted the box in his arms, finding it rather large in his hands as he made his way over to his fridge. He could easily open the box since it wasn’t taped shut or anything, and he began unpacking it with a hefty sigh, knowing the two would just make themselves at home on his couch. The thing that bothered Conrad the most though was Worth was here. He nearly growled at the thought of the doctor alone, now here he was sitting on his couch like he owned the damn place and-- he jumped suddenly as he dropped the last packet into the fridge. He looked down, and there was a flat hand making its way across his stomach. He reached down, pushing the hand away gently. “Lamont, what are you…”

He trailed off as he watched the refrigerator door close slowly, only to reveal someone he’d rather never see ever again. Worth held a finger up to his lips and gave him the most perturbing smirk Conrad had ever seen as Lamont’s hands pressed flatly on his stomach, then made their way around his sides and down to his hips and lay his head on Conrad’s shoulder, making him fidget slightly. He couldn’t get used to the feeling of someone near his neck, especially after getting bitten by a vampire, but this only made Worth laugh around that finger and Conrad nearly hissed.

“Now, now, puppy,” Worth cooed, pressing his finger up to Conrad’s lips, silencing him for a short moment with a look of surprise. “We can’t have ya makin’ too much noise, ah? Might wake up your neighbors, and ya don’t want that now do ya?” Worth was right, in a way. Conrad didn’t want that, but he didn’t want this either, and it was hard to weigh his options being sandwiched between two men.

With his arms around Conrad’s pretty little waist, Lamont took little steps backwards at a rather odd angle, pulling Conrad with him as he pushed at his collar with his nose. Worth followed after them by securing his hands onto Conrad’s collar, the other hand of the doctor on the vampire’s mouth, silencing him for now, aside the little muffles of protest into his palm, which just made Worth coo a “tut, tut” at him softly, leaning in real close to his face, until Conrad sunk that one, rather painfully sharp tooth of his into Worth’s palm, which made him flinch slightly, but then laugh and grin widely as the blood started flowing.

“Oooh, kitty’s got claws, Monty,” he nearly laughed, and Conrad nearly gagged at the smell of cigarettes on his breath as he pulled away from the hand with a slight reluctance. But then Lamont hit the counter and Conrad let out a little noise of protest, which was immediately covered up by Worth’s hand again, the slowly flowing blood of his palm straight to his lips. Seemingly forgotten, Lamont nosed at Conrad’s neck almost apologetically, as if he was sorry for what he was doing, though Conrad regretted feeling sorry for him at the exact moment that Lamont finally bit his neck, making Conrad suck in a breath that wasn’t particularly needed.

He inhaled the scent of blood and he could hear Worth’s laughter on the edge of his hearing, right next to his ear, and he had to, he had to bite down into Worth’s hand again, the smell of blood making him go nearly blind with need, his stomach nearly roaring agreement. He didn’t care, couldn’t care even, as Worth bit at his ear and Lamont at his neck, the heavier man leaving what would be bruises if he had blood still coursing through him, but surely still what he was doing would leave some kind of mark, and Conrad would be damned if it didn’t feel fucking amazing. But what felt even more amazing than that was the sweet juices of a human running over his tongue, fresh out of a quickly beating heart. He could feel the heat of it as it slid thickly down his throat and his eyes slid shut just the same, feeling completely in a world of his own.

>>51120
That's so awesome. I love how he looks slightly confused. Bondage!Hanna is definitely my dream come true.

>>51143

I. FUCKING. LOVE. YOU!!!!!!

>>51135

That'd be great. You can e-mail me if you'd like.

Hi guys, does anyone know if there's any realistic/ish art of Hanna, and his chest specifically?
'Cos if there isn't, it'll inspire me to draw some, and if there is, it'll probably inspire me to draw some more. But I need to know like burning... Halp?

>>51120

Somehow I missed this? Hanna is.. strangely adorable. He looks abit confused as if it's a new development.

Wonder who's next?

Well, here's the rest of the request.
I really hope you like it. I'll be posting it to y-gal ( named Biacide now ) as well, even though I feel it's kinda crappy.

Enjoy your porn.

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That was, until he noticed that Worth was grinding down into his leg and he pulled his mouth away from the hand, hearing the faux doctor grunt into his ear heatedly. He growled slightly, feeling the heat spread to him too, and he didn’t realize that he was clutching the countertop around Lamont.

“Wait, just what are you--” he cut himself off with a low moan as Lamont bit deep into his neck, making him crane his head backwards, instinctually giving him more room to continue, eyes shutting once more with pleasure as he gasped softly.

“Just what you think we’re doing,” Worth growled huskily back, sharp fingers tracing over his chest aside Lamont’s hands and-- wait, when did Lamont’s hands get so far up his shirt? Conrad groaned, baring his fangs as the man behind him began to suck on his neck at another point, a sensitive one just below his ear. Then those damn knives Worth dared to call fingers were making their way down his stomach, looping around his naval in a dancing taunt, then tracing all across this pant line.

He lost track of Worth’s hand as Lamont’s breath made his neck tingle with heat, his mouth playing at sensitive places that made Conrad want to hold in the breath he didn’t need. Then his unneeded breath really did hitch, as Worth’s hand found Conrad’s length inside his jeans. Conrad shifted, pressing back against the Franco-Italian man, who merely grunted softly against his neck, Worth ground more roughly into Conrad’s thigh with some rather frightening snickers. The vampire barely managed to lull his head around a little, still giving Lamont room when he moved to the other side of his neck, but also enough that he can look down at Worth’s hands, which apparently had loosened his pants and pushed them and his underwear down enough to reveal his dick, which Worth was stroking slowly enough to make Conrad’s breath become labored with impatience, letting out moans to urge on the blond occasionally. He think he could faintly feel Lamont laugh against his neck at his noises. But the ministrations continued, speeding up slightly, and the vampire couldn’t help but buck his hips towards Worth’s hand, legs moving to get some kind of good leverage, inadvertently grinding his leg into Worth and his ass back into Lamont, enough to stimulate groans from both of the other men, one which was more a yowl from Worth than anything.

Finally, Conrad’s hands grew tired of gripping the cold counter, and they shifted, moving up and wrapping around Lamont, gripping at the black shirt tightly with fists nearly strong enough to rip the fabric. Through the grinding, Lamont gave a faint laugh, saying something about how Conrad was getting a little impatient that he couldn’t quite catch, although it made Worth laugh in agreement. Conrad rolled his head back on Lamont’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut again as he gave into the pure sensation, letting out a long moan, desperate. Under him, he knew his socks were sliding across the floor slowly, but he couldn’t care less, really. His mind was completely flooded with the singular thought of getting off, and that’s just what his hips were working for, his hands gripping Lamont more roughly to keep him up while Worth worked his erection and Lamont just splaying his hands feeling all over his chest under his pushed-up shirt, his glasses slipping off the edge of his nose as he neared release, almost completely gone and, just a little more-- Conrad let out a groan of unadulterated want, pushing his head upright to see himself. Looking down, he noticed Worth’s hand had retreated with full knowledge he was almost there, making the vampire whine.

“Wh-why… why di-did you stop?” He panted, whining, hips still trying to get something, anything, for some kind of friction, hands working the material of Lamont’s shirt, gripping and un-gripping constantly in question. He struggled for a moment to keep his footing and he just slightly tilted his head, letting his glasses fall back into place, although they were still slightly askew.

“Because,” Worth said, giving him that wicked smirk that he completely despised. “Monty and I’ve got needs too, pup.” At that, he felt Lamont move, glancing up at Worth. “Ya gotta play or ya get no play.” As each word seemed to spill like acid from Worth’s lips, Lamont’s hands slowly made their way out of Conrad’s shirt, making him shiver from the lack of heat that he desperately wanted. He let his hands fall from Lamont’s back, drooping down to his sides as he slouched against him, wriggling slightly, feeling all too constricted and much too hot. He lazily pushed himself off Lamont, whose hands stayed at his waist, even as he turned around to face him.

“Shirt,” Conrad said, grabbing him by the black collar of the material he mentioned. “Get rid of it.”

“Ooh, feisty,” Lamont said with a soft laugh, giving him a wide smirk as his eyebrows lifted just slightly as well. “I like it.”

Conrad ignored the last comment, still panting faintly, turning to Worth, pointing at him with a glare. “That means you too, asshat.”

Worth smirked wickedly at him again, taking a step closer, so as to look down at him from right above him. “Make me.” Conrad growled in response.

“I like that idea much better.” They both looked back at Lamont, who was leaning back on the counter with his elbows. Lamont looked between them a quick moment, then gave that little laugh of his, that made Conrad turn back immediately, hands reaching forward quickly to cup his face, pulling him forward and off the counter slightly, pulling him into a rough kiss. Lamont let out a soft groan as he kissed back just as roughly, adding a little tongue into the mix. A few times, Conrad’s single pointed canine scraped Lamont’s tongue, drawing a little blood after a few scrapes. Worth grunted behind Conrad, his hands making their way to Conrad’s waist, thumbing there as he gave a low growl at the two. Conrad then pulled back from the kiss, leaving Lamont struggling slightly, trying to keep it going; he turned to Worth with Lamont’s saliva running down his lip, the man’s face still cupped in his hands.

“His pants,” he said, in an out-of-breath way, which he was, as he sucked in another breath before turning back to the Italian man, leaning back forward to connect their mouths. But, against Conrad’s command, Worth pushed Conrad’s shirt up, making Conrad pull back from another kiss to raise his arms, long enough for his shirt and argyle sweater to be thrown somewhere he didn’t care for because it wasn’t where he was, which was caught immediately back in another kiss. They kissed roughly again, tongues thrashing wildly as Worth reached around, rubbing his own erection into Conrad’s ass slightly, reaching for Lamont’s belt, which was quickly undone and pushed down with his pants.

Then Worth thrust against Conrad, pushing him into Lamont, who willingly accepted the weight sandwiched against the countertop, Worth’s hands across them both on the countertop while Lamont’s where exploring Conrad’s thighs, occasionally brushing his erection, not enough to start anything, but enough to make Conrad let out little noises into his mouth. Conrad’s hands, however, were perfectly busy as his mouth was, but instead working the buttons of Lamont’s shirt. Keeping in the kiss, Lamont removed his hands from Conrad’s inner thighs to shrug off his shirt, which fell back against the counter, until Worth tugged at it and Lamont pushed himself off the counter slightly, cupping Conrad’s face to get the kiss more intimate as Conrad’s were now around his neck, wrapped tightly and groping slightly at his back. What with Conrad against his hips, Lamont slowly worked into a grind through his underwear against the naked vampire, trying still to keep him closer. And it was working too, until Worth pushed his hand through Conrad’s hair, softly at first but in a flustering way to make the vampire gasp into the delivery man’s mouth, then tugged roughly, pulling his head back roughly, nearly making him squeal, Lamont trying once again to trail after his mouth, desperate to continue, but still rocking his hips.

“Don’t forget about me, ya faerie fag,” Worth growled, making Conrad growl in response as he relinquishing the grip on his hair so Conrad could turn around, although the vampire stayed pressed up against the other man, who pushed himself up slightly, hands finding their place on his hips once again as he tugged Worth in close, growling straight to his face, baring his teeth at him. He tore at the buttons of Worth’s jacket in a more animalistic way, pushing it off and away and throwing it uselessly aside, hips rocking both back against the Franco-Italian delivery man and forward against this med-school dropout, both men pushing back eagerly against him. He shivered slightly, cold and growing warm with just hot touches, peeling away the last layer between all their chests, the last between them all together as well, so all is just flesh, as Lamont had taken off his underwear sometime in between, Conrad couldn’t recall.

Worth gave a low growl at Conrad, a growl to stop, before bending over to his jacket, another fur-lined abomination, fishing out a small bottle with a pop-cap, which he flicked open quickly, turning back to the other two with a wide grin. He flipped the bottle upside-down, squeezing some out onto his palm, before moving back to Conrad with a wicked smile, grabbing his dick roughly, stroking even more roughly, enough to elicit a small cry melded in with a moan from him. Lamont took the tube then, squeezing some out onto his palm easily before rubbing it in his palm with his fingertips, giving a small laugh, perhaps of nervousness, or at the lube itself, Conrad couldn’t be sure. Whatever it was, he was stroking himself, since Conrad was busy gripping the everything and nothing while Worth lathered him. Lamont finished quickly since he wasn’t one to taunt himself, and pressed his lubed fingers up to Conrad’s entrance, making Conrad twitch forward towards Worth’s hand, who was now rubbing him in nearly an affront, some sort of odd taunt, but, slowly, Conrad pressed backwards on his fingers, resisting thrusting towards Worth’s hand now, much to Worth’s disappointment, although he continued with his little game to lather Conrad.

Two slicked fingers made their way into Conrad’s ring of muscle, and he couldn’t help but twitch slightly at the new feeling, although his mind was particularly concentrated more on his dick being stroked down than his ass. The vampire shut his eyes tightly as Lamont spread his fingers, going into a scissoring motion, working Conrad loose. Though, the fingers were quickly retracted, making Conrad let out a soft sigh which was quickly sucked back in as Lamont pressed himself up against him and Worth positioned himself just above Conrad with a wide smirk and-- wait a minute, when did they get on the floor?

Lamont, on the bottom, held Conrad’s arms firmly as he pulled the smaller down on himself. And up above, Worth straddled Conrad’s waist, his grin wide on his lips with intent to go down without preparing himself or having Conrad do so. Conrad struggled a moment, trying to push himself onto Lamont while Worth settled on himself. He jerked and let out a hiss at the more-than-slightly awkward feeling of having Lamont inside him, and even more so released a groan as Worth came down on him, taking him in fully and without any real warning, to which Worth released a very pleased grunt as well, already beginning to ride him roughly before Lamont was even fully in. Lamont pushed in and pulled out slowly while Worth was just wild, and the awkward pace of both men made Conrad’s head spin, his head lulling back as he felt he couldn’t support himself, the sound of pounding, hot blood loud in his ears as both men finally came together roughly, Lamont thrusting in and Worth down on him. And the pace was set.

Hardly able to keep himself up, Conrad clutched him at Worth’s shoulders, pulling himself up slightly to a more comfortable position than laying back against Lamont while the man was thrusting into him, and he buried his face into the crook of the doctor’s neck. He could feel the heated blood pulse beneath the skin as Worth rode him, the scent of his skin strong with built lust and sex and sweat. With a moan, Conrad bared his fangs, quickly puncturing the skin of the blond’s neck, who gave a howling growl of pleasure and pain, riding him faster dryly. And, after that, Conrad’s mind was lost in a sea of red, the sweet, hot, fresh pumping blood making its way over his tongue and down his throat where it settled in his stomach, filling him to the core with pleasure, enough that he never released he came hard, his thrusts to both men turning feral as he did, but still his mind was wrapped around the blood filling his delighted stomach. Not even the grunts of the other men distracted him as he fed, even when Worth came on his stomach, giving groans and growls of pure, unadulterated pleasure, or when Lamont came inside him. All the pressure built up with the pleasure, and Conrad felt himself grow dizzy, the room seeming to spin around him even as his mouth still clung to Worth, trying to get more of wanted his hunger called for.

When Conrad would wake up, he’d of course think it was a dream, especially because he woke up in his bed, wrapped up in blankets that settled around him comfortingly in a cocoon. He’d believe it until he would move, and find that note on his nightstand telling him that he owed Lamont nothing, as well as a thank you, next to which was a poorly scrawled heart - probably Worth’s doing. And that would be when he would collapse back on his bed, finding himself too bloody sore and hardly able to stand and cursing his life even if he wasn’t really alive.

"Well, shit."

>>51179

...So today at work I randomly got a craving for a threesome like woah.

This has just made my night, forever. It's just exactly what I wanted earlier. <3333

>>51179

again....I.FUCKING.LOVE.YOU....Gneee

>>51143 >>51179
THIS. Unf unf

So, checked up on my hinabn sims after leaving them alone for a while.
Hanna and Toni are dating. I'm surprisingly okay with this. Zombie has disappeared from the town. Best of all, Worth and Conrad hooked up on their own. Seriously.

>>51179

THIS

>>51122

Hanna gang bang= DO WANT.

>>51289 Seconded!

>>51289
Thirded so hard. nnngghh

Sketched for the IRC. Someone requested evil!Ples/Abner.

Sorry for anatomy!fail, but I thought it was funny, in a cracky way.

Also, it should be noted that the slutty maid uniform was part of the request.

>>51237
Uncanny! (also hella rad)

does anyone by any chance have pictures of the Comic Con exclusive pins? I'd at least like to know what I'm missing. I'm feeling kinda jipped in general, 'cause I was in the con area and saw people with new HINABN merch, but nothing was announced before the con.

ANYONE WANNA GET ON PAINTCHAT NOW LOVES?

First time I can deliver something more or less decent >U I made this for Devious.
I hope at least one of you enjoys it?

HAVE SOME FAGGOTRY<3

Drawfags need requests.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1jIXYz7e38&feature=channel

Listen to that, then draw me a Ples fresh out of the salon.

>>51339

Awesome.

>>51339
Fuck.
I was JUST drawfagging that. I feel jipped. LOFL.




Also, if you all really want, I can do a Hanna gangbang... Who's getting gangbanged ? Hanna ?
Maybe that's why he hides his past ? D: jkwtf is this.

Lastly, in the works currently is young!ConWorth & then something with Abner.

>>51397
>I can do a hanna gangbang...

DOOOO EEEEEET! D:<

odd request for anons out there.

Anyone have the pictures Tess put up on her DA journal when she was polling for which design to put on the T-shirt???

>>51404
OKAY I WILL JUST TELL ME WHOOO. D8<


>>51416
Uhm. I have it. How should I get it to you if ya want it ?

>>51421

Just post them here

>>51422

yeah what they said. LOL.

>>51422
>>51423

Whatever rubs your Buddha.

>>51421

CAS AND FINAS GANGBANGING HANNA, THAT WAS MY REQUEST

>>51424

Aw man, I really like C1 and D.

>>51424

thank you so so much!!! <33

Saw this on DevianTart and my heart exploded from cuteness. If it's yours, CONGRATS YOU ARE AMAZING.

Well... They had them in the Boostle thread...

>>51451
That is pretty goddamn cute. But at the end, oh god, alive!Zombie lets go of the wheel and then CRAAASSHHH and shit I'm sorry it's pretty early in the morning over here.

>>51454
This made me giggle.

Sage because I need to go to fucking bed, my head is empty.

>>51457

made the wierdest noise as I drank coffee and read this at the same time. I almost choked and died because of you anon.

>>51457
lmao these are amazing

>>51457
Oh god lmfao

>>51457 >>51454
lol

>>51471
I decided that Veser calls him Mr. T as well.

Sage for srsly these are silly.

>>51472
in other news this old-ass browser won't let me delete posts when I fuck them up

>>51457>>51471>>51473

Guys, I love you.
I laughed so hard.

Has the irc commited ritual suicide as they all do, or just taken a personal dislike to my uncouth ways and booted me out?

>>51473

"I'm a shark."

YES.

Yes Ziggy, IRC is dead. AGAIN. Pony kicked me out also.

>>51492

IRC is giving me bullshit, too. Grrr.

Any way we can get the IRC chat working again?

Go here till Noora gets on and makes it go.

http://mibbit.com/?channel=%23hinabn&server=irc.mibbit.net

>>51451

Oh god, Zombie Hanna scares the ever living fuck outta me.

Well, as long as we're all posting ridiculously silly shit, I have a little something for any Dead of Night AU fans (I was late to the party on that one but goddamn is it addictive). Her doodle of Worthbat looked oddly familiar to me, and I realized I'd seen him before. He's a hoary bat. They come complete with fur collar and dark spots under their eyes. So I found this absolutely perfect picture of one and couldn't resist a little shopping.

http://www.doink.com/clips/skrinkle/1017318/messin-with-conrad

Crappy homage to Conrad, for anyone interested. -snicker-

>>51512

OH GOD THIS MAKES BOTH MY ZOOLOGY DEGREE AND INNER FANGIRL SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF


sage for lack of coherency.

>>51509 I think it has something to do with the unfocused eyes. Kind of unnerving.

>>51451

I really like how asian everyone makes un!zombie. <3

>>51535

Isn't it wonderful?

WELL. My y!Gal account has been banned since I'm "not eighteen." So my pent-up porn will be posted here & FFN only, until my account is off suspension or something, idefk.

SPEAKING OF PENT-UP PORN.
I'll be without Internet as of Monday next week for about a week. Soooo, I'll be taking more requests for porn so that I WON'T BE BORED FOR A WEEK NNNGH.
SOOO spit 'em out if you want me to writefag for you, and it will all be posted when I retrieve the Internet ( which may happen sometimes in between that week if we're lucky, unless I feel like posting everything all at once like a hoard of spam ).
Here's what I'm doing already:

( almost finished ) young!ConWorth... ( halfway done ) experimenting on masturbation!Zombie... Finas & Casimiro gangbanging Hanna... Finas & Casimiro going on Lamont.

And something with Abner of which I'm not sure, but will totally do anyway because I LOVE THAT MAN.



TL;DR: MAKE ME WRITEFAG PORN FOR YOU SO I'M NOT BORED.

>>51539
..there was a prompt on the kink meme..

"This kink meme needs more vampires that aren't Conrad.

Finas/Casimiro plz whatever you want just make it happen WE NEED IT.

Bonus points for Cas "losing his humanity"."

http://sugar-magic.livejournal.com/1903.html?thread=73071#t73071

wanna give it a go? i was planning to fill it but i can't stay committed, and i wanna see it done.

>>51550 oh christ I will never stop loving this selfcest nngh!!

>>51550

Hahah the filename made me chuckle. i love this pairing so much Hhnngh~

>>51548 THIS PLZ.

>>51550

What is wrong with his HANDS?

>>51556
Hey, no need for that. Ples is already self conscious about his backward hands...

)':

>>51548

This.
I am doing this. Yeeees.

>>51539

Hanna/Veser in the bathroom at Target, with Hanna in his Target uniform.

do it uuuuuup

>>51561

^Thissssssssss

>>51561

May a humble drawfag anon take this on, even though it is a request for someone to write? BECAUSE THIS WOULD BE. SO MUCH FUN OMFG. Also the visual of red shirt+orange hair would be AMAZING.

>>51566
PLEASE DO THIS.

>>51556>>51558

They aren't backwards. His palms are facing up and his thumbs are on the outside? Sorry; I should have drawn it more clearly. Herpaderp.

>>51566
PLEASE DO!

>>51566

op is saying OHMYGOODNESSYES
YES FOR DAYS

>>51573

That looks like his thumbs are in the center of the image and, protip, arms and hands don't bend that way. Go ahead and try. I'll wait.

>>51550


The hands bother me....Like...my brain says..."he is balancing them on the back of his hands" and that makes it better...but yeah...I love this concept...

>>51539

How about...by some form of rune Magic, Hanna manages to accidentally give evil!Ples his own body...So there are now two Ples' running around....but they cant be to far form each other for some reason....and its Slave/Master Non Con....o_O

Uh, okay, spoilering a little rant here:

I think everybody knows who you're talking about when you spoiler evil!Ples. I think that cat's out of the bag, and it ain't going back in. Can we stop with the annoying spoiler tags now?

Alright, now I'll write some free porn for the next person to post. Sorry for the brief moment of wank, dudes.

>51610
Conrad "loses his humanity" porn?

>>51573


Hands don't work that way.

>>51581>>51592>>51615

Ffff I will try fixing them then. Thanks for the heads-up. Deleting picture now and reposting when it's edited.

>>51613

Poor Conrad. Most people can only lose their virginity or dignity during sex... He loses his humanity.

>>51622

Casimiro assures us it only hurts the first time

>>51593
You always give me the coolest prompts. :D
I'm so doing this.
Also, yes, I will do that Hanna / Veser because that just sounds fun.

Anything else you all want me to writefag ?

>>51668
Ples/Veser/Hanna

Veser and Hanna are having a somehow halfnaked pillowfight at Ples' place and Veser hits Hanna with a pillow just a bit too hard. You gotta kiss it better, Veser.... There's plenty of clock for the boys to polish too.

PLES'S HOUSE FUUUUUUUUUUUU

>>51676

glad i'm not the only one who flipped because it was his house...

Now we know where he lives...COMMENCE THE STALKING!

ok. so i know there were special buttons for anime expo. i got those from the site. and i know there were con-exclusive buttons for SDCC. I got a friend to grab those for me.
BUT! are there special buttons for otacon???? If so, who's going and willing to pick some up for me?

PS: Ples doesn't have a doorbell. He has a doortick.

HEY, PLES' HOUSE, YES SWEEEEET.
And it TICKS. HAHA. Sooo great.

Also !
I'll be going to Otakon ! I'll be sure to nerd out as Hanna in cosplay form, and I can try to pick up buttons for anyone who wants them, dependant, I suppose.

312 again??

>>51683

depends on how much we have to pay ya for um. i've never been to con before and cant make it to Otakon... although i'd love to

>>51684
idgi what's with 312? Did I miss something?

it´s just the same number of worth´s room XDU

>>51688

it is Tessa showing her love for the song "room 312" from Silent Hill 2
She says it reminds her a lot of HiNaBN and tends to reference it throughout the comic

derp derp

>>51676
>"There's something about you that draws out all the paranormal oddities out"
>"draws out all the paranormal oddities out"

Is that a small mistake, or is that gramatically correct?

>>51683

If there are otacon exclusive buttons, Id love for you to pick some up for me. I have all the others, including SDCC. email me at miashadowchan@gmail.com for details, and ill pay you back

Are Toni's eyes open? Have they been closed since she changed?

>>51610

Its my choice to put the spoiler tag up. Not yours. So get over it.

Also a PROMPT for anyone who cares: A picture of Hanna in a french maid out fit and Zombie in a nurses out fit...

>>51704

OUT FIT

>>51424 DO WANT CONRAD SHIRT

He loosens his tie with one hand, making a small tutting noise as a stray droplet of blood on his thumb leaves another red smudge on his shirt. Across the alleyway, Worth grates out a low chuckle, mumbles, “Prissy fag,” around his cigarette.

Conrad ignores him. If he still needed to, he'd be catching his breath. As it is, he just uses the time to gather his thoughts. He checks his revolver, reloads it. The smell of blood on his clothes, on Worth's, is easier to ignore now. It's become such a constant that he's surprised when the air doesn't smell of carnage. He finds himself performing calculations in his head. The distance from here to the docks, to their next target. How many police officers are on the streets looking for them already. How many more will be dispatched after they make their next house call.

Worth rotates his head slowly, clearly savouring the way his vertebrae pop and settle back into place. “Fuck,” he mumbles as he stretches his right arm then shakes it, working out the tension in his muscles, “it really jolts ya when y'hit the bone. Thought I was gunna drop my fuckin' machete.” But he hadn't dropped it, and Conrad had pressed the barrel of his gun to the base of the guy's skull and fired even before he had a chance to swing for Worth's face. And Worth had darted in close under Conrad's arm as he took aim at his next target and stabbed with his butterfly knife up and under the ribs of the guy who was about to attempt to strangle him, aiming with a surgeon's precision for the heart. And that's why they work as a team.

The thin slice of sky that's visible above them is beginning to lighten, stars disappearing one by one as inky black lightens to a deep blue. They'll need to find somewhere safe to lay low for the daylight hours, and soon.

The discordant clang of metal on stone startles him from his thoughts: Worth's knives, hitting the floor. He has enough time to wince, to think of the hour he spent before sundown honing the edges to perfection only to have them dulled by such misuse, before Worth is in his space, pressing him back against the wall. He grins at Conrad and it's almost animal – his eyes seem too bright, his teeth too sharp.

>>51705

Oops...Xd...Im a bit drunk and tired...sorry for my mistake...:P

>>51719
My curiosity is piqued. Do Want more yes ok plzkthnxbai...XD

because I am epic fail at writing.. and well I'm going to try it.. but I've actually never written a single fanfic ever.. I would totally love it if someone would write some Casimiro/Veser hahaa... because I know mine will be atrocious. I'm willing to draw/sketch something in exchange, though sadly not porn cause I suck at it XD;;

The comic should probably go on hiatus during the time of the cons, since it feels like the quality of the product has dropped because of other disturbances.

>>51727
I agree. And also the plot/character changes.

I didn't dislike Toni until now.

>>51727

I completely DISagree. A hiatus for webcomic artists generally spells the end of the comic
a) because the artist loses interest in their work
b) because fans are fickle and once they're out of the habit of checking for updates they'll forget all about the comic
c) the artist may start another project and get sidetracked/give up on the first

I'm already terrified of that happening even though she's doing her best to keep up with updates. So. Just no.

Saaaaaaaaaaaaage

>>51734

Aw, why do you dislike Toni? She's a blue little fluffy puppy!

Sage for no content.

>>51734

Whereas I quite like the direction Toni's taking, with the no-nonsense "I'm getting into this, and you're not making excuses to stop me" thing. Purely from the standpoint of someone who reads a hell of a lot and doesn't see nearly as many strong female characters as might be preferable, I like seeing female characters that stand up and get involved.

Dudes. Don't be so fair-weather friendly.
We gotta support.

>>51734
I honestly don't think anything's changed about the characters except for their dialogue, which I must admit has gotten sort of... clunky lately. BUT I am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt & say that's probably because she's not had an awful lot of time to edit before uploading lately (please please please don't think it's more sophisticated not to truncate your words when you're speaking aloud Tessa, it just makes you sound like a shut-in), & even though I suppose I should be willing to wait longer for a 'better' strip, I'm honestly just happy that she's excited enough about it to keep updating even though she's been rushed off her ass this past fortnight or so.

& THAT'S HOW SUE CS IT. sage for my two cents

>>51736
She already seems quite sidetracked doing Instead of Going Up and lately everything Hanna related seems very... financial profit related, shoving lots and LOTS of merch in our faces.

Can we all maybe just calm down and think that everything is going to be awesome/okay in the end?
I don't want to dismiss peoples' feelings, but that Tessa is showing up to cons and still updating and still talking to fans means that she still cares a lot about her work on the comic. HiNaBN, to me, actually updates quite often, especially for such a work-intense-looking strip. I can imagine how hard it must be to stay on top of a crazy hectic con/drawing schedule.
Sorry for the ranting, but guys, maybe we should reserve judgment until things REALLY, REALLY go down the crapper (I don't see how that could happen, but still).

>>51754

There's a good reason for the merch- she's now actually doing it for a living. She needs to shove merch at us and be financially motivated if she's to continue making hinabn as a living.

Otherwise we face Artist At Work syndrome, where the artist is trying to support herself on whatever rubbish job she's managed to pick up, and has no time or energy left at all, and the comic gets abandoned. I don't mind buying books and paying extra for signed stuff if it means I'll still have a comic to enjoy instead of yet another dead end on 'indefinite hiatus' as so many other things I've read are.

sage for needlessly overlong response to simple point

>>51424
DUDE shirt A and D, I wanttttt
I'ma go beg my mommy for this man

also, I drew a Ples.

>>51770

i love you so much.

OH HAY GUYS. Sorry I haven't posted/been on IRC in a while, but work is friggin crazy and it seems as if next week is going to be too. So to make up for it, have this crappy ConVes doodle!

This was partially done as a gift for Noora, although I'll probably do something better once I have a life again, and partially for my good friend who cosplays Veser sooooo!

ENJOYYYY~

P.S. You guys will be seeing some fic from me soon, too~ Oh ho ho!

P.S.S I WANT TO BE INSIDE PLES' HOUSE IN A SEXUAL WAY.

Sage for my un-asked-for two cents, but uh...I don't think the quality of the comic has gone down? The art gets better and better every week and I like the direction the story is taking. She's clearly still thinking hard about the plot (as evidenced by her recent decision to shuffled the timeline around a bit). And I for one am glad that Toni is part of the story again and being assertive and cool and cute.

Guys, it's not that I don't think we should be arguing over having an intelligent discussion about Tessa's art/writing/plot (quality/consistency/whatever)...but we shouldn't be having it here. Why? This shit is for porn. It's been proven over and over again that bickering and nitpicking kills all our (girl)boners.

We have like umpteen billion other places we can discuss/argue to our hearts' content. Let's just keep this porn and rainbows and humor.

/minor wank, + drawfag taking requests. Somebody give me something hot to doodle.

>>51845
I couldn't agree more. And because I agree, I would like to give you a request!

Uhhhhm. How about some young Lamont and Worth, preferably with something like Worth going down on Lamont. See, I see Worth as being flat out bisexual, with Lamont as only bi-curious (at least in college) and him only being comfortable with hand jobs or blow jobs from other guys.

J-Just sayin'.

>>51845

Any chance of a nearly unconscious but ever so pleased Worth being a tasty snack for Cas? With all the various sadism/masochism that entails.

This morning I just fancy skinny dudes and blood for some reason.

Okay so I hate to be the idiot who keeps asking for the same thing over and over but could someone again help me find that Lee/Veser masturbation "woe these teeth are in the way" fic? Because my friend lost the link I gave her and it's dead anyway because it was just posted on the thread.

...I can has external link? I swear I read it on deviant art but I can't for the life of me find it again.

>>51854

Do not have but lrn2txtfile. It'll help in the future.

Also, sage.

A short little fic about Conrad being desperately in denial over his trips to Worth's office. Apologies for the lack of actual smut and for my eternal love of run-on sentences.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Coming back to Worth's office over and over was starting to take its toll on Conrad's patience and sanity. The... Doctor... was not a particularly pleasant individual at the best of times, and so, so much worse when he actually had something to hold over another person. He lorded in his petty power and teased like a schoolyard bully. Conrad hated the man, absolutely hated him.

So it was definitely hate he was feeling when he brought his fist crashing into the side of Worth's face as had happened on so many previous visits. And it was hate fuelling him when he and the Doctor grappled, tearing at each other and hissing and snarling. And it had to be hate that made him feel like his blood was pumping, because the alternative was simply too horrible to consider. If he didn't absolutely hate Worth, then maybe some part of him was enjoying all this rolling around and tussling and physical contact. If he didn't absolutely hate Worth, then perhaps some vile little impulse really was making his breath catch when he snarled "oh, fuck you!" and Worth replied "If y' wanna, peaches" with that unbearable, sleazy grin.

But, well, the thing was that sometimes... sometimes maybe he wasn't quite sure that he really hated Worth as much as he assured himself. Like now, for example. Right now he was uncomfortably pinned against the wall, Worth's bleeding wrist in his mouth and Worth's body pressed really rather close and he could taste the blood and the flavour of arousal from Worth, and he could feel the heat from the skinny, too-tall frame. And it really wasn't so bad, he supposed. God knows the fresh blood was so much better than the bagged stuff, though it did mean he could taste the chemical tang of emotions affecting the bloodflow, altering the composition in ways he'd never dreamed.

The composition of Worth's blood when Worth was really really enjoying something was undeniably delicious.

Unfortunately, what Worth was really really enjoying was the pain, and he was enjoying it so much that he was mumbling passionate curses into Conrad's ear and his erection was kind of impossible to ignore through such ridiculously tight trousers at such very close range. And yes, Conrad was uncomfortable, and he sort of resented Worth for using his own blood as a lure like that, but damn this was... good. The taste of Worth's arousal, the feel of it, the heat of it was incredible and he wanted more.

Though he'd never admit it, of course. And he'd never admit that he kind of liked the bony body up against his own, or that he liked the way he could just kind of let go and actually be angry around Worth, a luxury he never really got around anyone else.

So much easier to say he hated the whole thing. So that when Worth tore his wrist away and Conrad let out an involuntary moan, he could pretend it was only hunger and nothing else at all. Not that he was fooling the Doctor, who grinned and rubbed up against him when he saw how Conrad was affected. And when Conrad snarled "fuck you" and turned to storm out, he could pretend that he didn't feel a little thrill when Worth replied "any time, puppy".

>>51854
Shortly I will edit that fic and post a link on the HINABN LJ comm, promise, but please no one look at it in its current state again argh argh
/writing angst

>>51846>>51851
Hnnnggh and yesss to both of these, just give me a few days. I've been wanting more young!Worth/Lamont ever since the mini-comic. Am I the only one that thought both mini-comics were 100% pure shiptease? Tessa, ILU so hard.

And, shocking, I have actually never drawn Cas (despite thinking he is definitely the sex) so that's pretty overdue.

>>51899
No worries! Take your time! And yeah, definitely agree with you on that xD! Hence my request, oh ho ho~

Can't wait to see the end results!

newfag here. Thanks to a thread on 4chan, I have a new obsession and internets are failing me with some stuff:

1) Does anyone know who drew this fffffffffffucking amazing fanart and do they have a devart or website so's I can stalk it?

2) I can figure out how to get the Lamont & Worth mini-comic thing, but it appears there is no way to donate and get the Conrad & Worth mini-comic thing any more... how does one get one's hands on this deliciousness?

>>51912
Drop me a line via e-mail, good sir/ma'am, and I'll send you a link to the comic.

>>51912

that was beat! http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/beatfu

>>51912
That would be the uberfantastic BeatFu (who I fucking miss around these parts, where did you go oldfags). Her y!Gallery is http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/beatfu/

I asked Tessa to draw a fat Conrad and her only question was "How fat?"

AND THEN SHE DREW THIS AND I EXPLODED.

My friend got this one! Aw, poor Worth.

>>51932
>>51933

I totally regret not having anything commissioned. She even added a penis to make the pick /coq/ worthy. (Worth being in the picture makes it qualify regardless)

The possibilities. I missed them

>>51932
>>51933

tessa is so freaking good to us.

Connie is too cute.
I drew him without glasses because maybe he was in a fight? And lost?

(Never posted any of my art on internet before = scared )

>>51882

...does anybody else think Veser on the left looks like a very cute lesbian?

>>51952

More like, a quite scary lesbian.

Yes sir, Veser is the best ever lezzer.

>>51952>>51957>>51959
It might be where I live, but the whole "teenage boy or 20-something lesbian" question is something I have to try to figure out pretty often. Alway hoping for the 20-something lesbian, but yesterday it was actually a teenage boy.

Veser is definitely (secretly) a 20-something lesbian.

>>51967
I would be more than okay with this.

Also hay gurl hay

>>51952 ...Dear god, you're right. (Actually, if that were the case, I would to totally be okay with some Toni/lez!Ves...)

>>51967 lol. I get the same feeling riding the subway going into lower Manhattan. It's the hipsters, I tell you. The hipsters! (hahah. I can only imagine that as a teenage boy, Confag was often mistaken for a lesbian.)

...Requesting lesVes/Toni.
(Or maybe Adelaide/lesVes...)

>>51993
Motherfuckin' Adelaide/Toni... I need it so much now. To the kinkmeme to prevent "this is gay male only!" wank.

>>51993

hahhahaa.. augh.. I may have to draw that adelaide/lesves.. hahahaha.. darn you making me want to XD

SO, HANNAFAGS.
I just came back from Otakon today, and, it was awesome. geggidy was a Conrad, and she was so freaking cool, like what, I don't even... but yeah.
Also, I was talking with Tessa after our HiNaBN photoshoot while I was dressed as DATASS!Hanna, and she was feeling sick. Not only that, she was kind of bummed out because FedEx decided to hate on her hardcore, so there were NO 4DE edition books, nor any Otakon-specific buttons, I'm sorry.

TL;DR: MET geggidy AS CONRAD = AWESOME. NO BUTTONS FOR OTAKON, CRYFOREVERPLZ.



So, now that Otakon is over for me, back to porn.

>>52000
Seconding. Can never, ever get enough of this pairing.

AAS;LDKAFJ can we please please have lesbians please. I don't care where, kinkmeme, fine, somebody give me some lesbians. I will be more than happy to contribute once I'm done with the Cas/Worth I'm drawing (which is going slowly but enjoyably). Also I have a Lamont/Worth to do, right, but THEN it's lesbians everywhere.

Kaiji sob sob I missed you BB <3

>>52034

So of course just as you post this I finish writing CasxFin genderbent porn so uh YOU CAN HAS. Haha. But uh yeah lesVes/Toni I am all over that.

OOPS LESBIANS

BEEP BEEP BEEP VAGINA ALERT BEEP BEEP BEEP

Anyway.

The music was still throbbing in her head as Cassandra walked out of the club, intoxicated with the lights and smell of a hundred vivacious bodies moving together to the same beat. She grinned at Fiona, teeth glinting in the neon light.

"Let’s go home, Cas," Fiona said calmly. She wasn’t as drunk on the music, as usual.

"But I want to party!" Cas moaned, stumbling back into her companion, who just caught her under her arms calmly and righted her. Just routine.

"Nope, no more partying. It’s bedtime." Fiona hooked her arms around the taller woman’s waist, supporting her, and they walked home slowly, pale skin glowing slightly in the dim streetlights. Cas’ hand ended up slipping into Fiona’s waistband, clumsily groping her ass. Fiona smiled and left it alone.

All of this was perfectly routine.

They ended up in their apartment, lovely and modern (they liked to stay with the times, but not be too show off-ish), Cassandra slamming the door shut and biting at Fiona’s lower lip. Blood smeared between them, over their lips and chins as Cas shoved her against the door, already grinding against Fiona’s thigh. They stumbled and fell over to the couch (black faux leather, metallic accents), teeth clacking as their tongues intertwined. The smell of alcohol and blood was heady on them both, encouraging their hands to move faster, remove clothing faster.

"Do you have to do this every night?" Fiona mumbled in Cas’ ear, already free of most of her clothing. Cas expertly unhooked her bra, tossing it randomly out into the rest of the room.

"Yes I do," Cas said, laughing, tonguing at Fiona’s collarbone. She traced her teeth over the ridge, drawing a line of blood, which she promptly went back to lick up. Fiona shuddered and wriggled her way out of her panties, now completely naked, and soon took steps to make sure she wasn’t the only one.

Fiona was patient, her fingers light but oh-so-good over Cas’ darker skin, a slow dance, while Cassandra insisted on the quick route, her lips everywhere on Fiona’s body, furiously working. They both alternately laughed and gasped, Cas’ back arching and grinding into Fiona’s thigh desperately. She was still furiously slow, her thumbs tracing the faint outline of Cas’ quivering abs.

"Fiona if you don’t hurry the fuck up I will kill you," Cas said through gritted teeth, and kissed her roughly, eliciting a moan and a back arch from Fiona. "Better," she whispered as she suddenly dipped down, kissing the other woman's stomach lightly. She stayed there for a moment, then moved lower still, her tongue almost in knots pleasuring Fiona.

Fiona’s back arched again, more, her hands scrabbling at Cassandra’s shoulders and hair for purchase. She grasped at air before finally gripping the sofa cushions until her knuckles were white. This was really Cassandra’s area of expertise.

She was working quickly, her tongue doing dances over Fiona’s clit, two fingers exploring, then sliding in and out of her, making quick work of her. Fiona swore once as she came, her knees gripping Cassandra’s sides as she jerked and settled.

Cas smiled, nodding at a job well done, and Fiona winked, slinking her hands down Cas’ hips and up her inner thighs. She was already warm and wet, and made frantic high-pitched noises as Fiona delicately, but surely, fingered her.

They lay against each other, Cas jerking up and down against Fiona’s stomach, their mouths meeting and parting sporadically, sweat (who knew vampires could sweat!) mingling.

"Why are you so stupidly good at this?" Cas mumbled into Fiona’s neck, dragging her teeth against her jugular, but not piercing the skin. Fiona just chucked and increased the pace, sending the younger vampire into fits.

Another minute and Cas lurched up and bit down hard on Fiona’s shoulder, the blood flowing just as she came, both of them shuddering with the sudden rush of feeling.

Cassandra licked the wound clean quickly, then lay against Fiona’s stomach, staring at the ceiling.

Fiona sighed. Just routine.

>>52036
WHAT, it's like it's my birthday and I forgot or something. But, uh, hilariously (and try as I might) I just could not picture Cas and Fin as women, so in my mind they were, uh, cross-dressing and somehow had vaginas. Which was...also good?

Anyway thank you (for lesbians/bizarre mental images). <3

>>52036

I'd be a horrible liar if I said I didn't love this.

A lot. ♥

a picture I got from ~tessa~ at comic con!

>>52056

jizzed. in my pants...

>>52056
FFFFFFF-- AMAZING. These con sketches, you guys are making me so jealous. Tessa, please come to Boston, we have...um...Anime Boston? Which I have never been to so I cannot vouch for how legit it is.

In stuff-Mags-is-supposed-to-be-making news, whoever asked for Cas/Worth (Ziggy?) is also getting fic from me, because I started telling myself a story while I was drawing and now I'm like fuck, okay, writing this. Not sure which will be done first.

Sage for I am full of chat and no content. :|

>>52072

Awesome, I shall look forward to the Cas/Worth blood and pain fun (I'm assuming blood and pain? I can't imagine any combination of those two that doesn't somehow involve blood and pain, or possibly heavy alcohol abuse).

HANNA?

>>52097

oh my god. can i have the video link? i'm am intrigued

>>52105

I am* stupid typos...

>>52097

OUR COCKSLUT!HANNA THEORIES ARE TRUE

Oh God, I can't keep track of all the AUs and RPs going on. ): I know about a couple livejournal RPs and a few AUs on deviantart, but I haven't a clue about most of them. Is anyone willing to point me in the correct direction? :< I love reading all the rp/au content; it's all pretty bad ass. I'm just sad I don't know about more of it, lol.

>>52132

Not quite sure how you'd find all of them, but ongoing AUs include:
Dead of Night (available on ygal and fanfiction.net)
the Punk AU (available all over the place, depending on who writes it)
young!ConWorth (available all over the place, depending who writes it)
Book/coffee shop AU (DA only, I think)

Finished or smaller AUs:
the Steampunk AU (DA only, I think)
genderbend AUs (scattered, I've only seen one or two bits)
highschool!ConWorth with vampire Connie (DA only, I think, just the one fic, but author suggests more later)

And I don't know if you'd call single-character stories or little snippets of individual character history AUs since they sometimes seem to exist outside of the known timeline...

When it doubt, though, go for DA and Y!gal, and most stuff seems to be there if you have the patience to find it.

>>52132 ...I get the same feeling a lot of the time, too. Part of the reason is that fandom actively posts to four(+?) sites but each person does not necessarily contribute to all of them.

I was actually thinking of compiling a sort of rec/fandom essentials list soon, if only because I have a lot of friends who want to join hinabn but don't really know where to start fandom-wise. Also--so help me--every fandom needs a damn rec list somewhere it also needs a wiki page, but that for later Would anyone be interested in seeing this and/or would be willing to offer suggestions? I would format it all, read each of the recs and talk about why they are awesome, but there's always that fic you missed once upon a time...

>>52133

Woah, thank you so much! :D <3

>>52139

Ohhhh my god that would be amazing. When it's not four o'clock in the morning, I'd love to assist in any way possible, be it link gathering or w/e :3

>>52139
According to the main HiNaBN LJ community, there's a Wikipedia page in the works, which got me excited because at this point (with a fanbase this big and crazy) the comic really needs one. I'd offer to help with that but I know absolutely nothing about how wikis work.

I would LOVE to see a big list of fic recs. It could have groupings of art/fics that go with certain AUs, or be organized by pairing...basically any kind of conglomeration/organization of good fanstuff would be super welcome. If you need a hand or a second opinion, shoot me an email!

>>52139

Rec list needs anything ever by Spook and Caco, no questions asked. Dynamic duo FTW.

>>52139 (Dear god, I'm never getting anything done ever again.)

REC LIST INFO: http://community.livejournal.com/hinabn/101984.html

God, I feel like a creep. Anyone know how to politely get in touch with Kaijifag? I've been catching up on the older Hanna threads and Kaijifag mentioned sending an e-mail to her to get the Conrad/Worth comic that Tessa once had available. I'd be willing to work out a trade or exchange for the comic :D Not to sound like a whore, rather, I'm just willing to return a favor.

I'll link my e-mail if this is replied to with an answer.

>>52165
You can talk to me, too! I was away for a while, so I couldn't reply to the last few who asked, but I have a bunch of old incentives (including the mini-comics) that I share with people. Contact me on dA under the same name and we'll talk. (Not trying to undercut Kaiji here, just wanted to help.)

On a completely unrelated topic, I'm writing an AU and would it be ok if I posted it here? (self sage for no content)

>>52183

Should I note you or would you prefer the usual front page comment? Thank you so much, this makes me ridiculously happy!

>>52188

Ducky I love your stuff, please post!

>>52189
Oh, just note me. It's easier.

Sequel-ish to "Rot" (http://duckyqueen.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2q9ccc). Basically "What if Hanna was more fucked up than we thought". Sorry for spacing issues D:

He wakes up in the dark. Just, floating. He tries to sit up and cracks his forehead on something solid. A low ceiling? A crawlspace? It suddenly occurs to him that he isn't breathing, and, panicking, he tries to
suck in air. Nothing except a horrible wheeze that comes from deep in his chest. He tries again before
realizing that <i>there is no air</i>. Wherever he may be, he is lying down, in the pitch dark with no air. And it hits him that his heart isn't pounding with anxiety. It isn't beating at all. He screams, the sound
filling the space and reverbarating. He kicks his feet and scrabbles his hands on the wood above it, desperate.
He isn't sure how long it takes him to claw through the wood. There is no night or day and
he can't seem to sleep. Or hunger, or breathe. That's what gets to him most of all. As he scrabbles at
the wood, he thinks about how the splinters that have begun to lodge themselves in his fingertips aren't
hurting the way they should be. He feels ill.
His fingers finally touch cool, moist earth and he begins pushing his way through it. His mouth and nose fills with dirt and he is reminded of swimming. He pushes away dirt and his fingers brush worms and bugs and rocks and then, finally, his fingers, hand and then forearm reach the air. He feels around blindly, his hand finding purchase on what feels like solid rock. He pulls upwards, his head breaks through the dirt.
It is twilight. In the fast fading light, he pulls himself out of the hole and leans heavily against the rock that he used to pull himself up. He examines his hands. The flesh looks off- greenish, maybe- and he begins to pull the splinters from his fingers. There is no blood and the only pain is a dull, slight throb. Nothing horribly unpleasent. He stands up and finds himself fully dressed in a smart, black suit. He turns and looks at the rock- the tombstone. It mearly says "Beloved" and he suddenly realizes that he can't recall his name. Family, profession, what the fuck he was doing six feet under- nothing. He turns around, gazing at the vast expanse of almost identical tombstones.
He is dead.
And suddenly, a name is pounding at his brain. <i>HannaFalkCrossHannaFalkCross</i>. He has to steady himself for a moment.
He needs to find HannaFalkCross and he needs to find him <i>now</i>.

~

He manages to find his way out of the cemetery, which involves avoiding guards and climbing over a wall. He walks, stiffly, through the dark, quiet streets. He occasionally groans, trying to
make his vocal chords work properly and he almost laughs at the absurdity of his situation. His knees finally loosen up enough to walk normally, and he stops groaning after an older man, walking his dog,
stares at him strangely. He spots a twenty-four hour diner and wanders in, spotting a payphone near the
back. A grimy, beat up telephone book swings on a chord under the phone and he walks to the back.
Picking up the book, a lone white business card stuck in a crevice of the phone catches his eye. He plucks it from its space and examines it. It says Hanna Falk Cross. And underneath, it says "Paranormal Investigator". There is an email and an address.
Well, alright then.

>>52201
PART DOS (forgot to mention that it will be .../Hanna and undertones of ConWorth and VesPles)

When he finds Hanna Falk Cross, it isn't what he was imagining. Or he isn't sure <i>what</i> he was imagining when he pictured Hanna Falk Cross.
Hanna is small, thin and pale. A shock of red curls covers his head and plastic framed glasses are perched on the boy's nose. There is a wary look in Hanna's eyes as he looks his visitor up and down. "Yes?" he askes, suspiciously. The dead man swallows.
"Are you Hanna Falk Cross?" he can't help but notice that Hanna shuts the door slightly at the question.
"And if I am?" Hanna says, eyes narrowed.
"I found your card. I um, think I should talk to you," he says, showing Hanna the card that he found in the diner. "As you can see, I'm a little, um, dead." Hanna regards him silently for a moment before shutting the door. The dead man hears the scrape of the chain being pulled off the door and the door to the apartment is opened wider. He steps inside the harshly lit room. He glances around, taking in the piles of clothes and the odd marks scribbled on sheets of paper which are tacked to the walls, some marks even written <i>on</i> the wall. He turns as Hanna shuts the door and spots a large marking jaggedly carved in the door and he gets a sudden flash of <i>something</i>. Hanna gestures for him to step further into the apartment and he does so.
"How can I help you, mr...?" Hanna says, his voice cool, though the zombie can hear a hint of fear in the man's voice.
"I, um, don't have a name," he says, examining the tiny window. "I forgot it. I think." He turns back to Hanna. The redhead nods.
"If you're looking for ressurection, I'm really sorry, I'm not the right guy for that-" Hanna says, a sad look on his.
"I'm not... looking to be alive again," he interrupts. "I'm just really confused. When I, um, woke up... in my grave, the only name I could remember was yours. I'm not sure why. I can't remember ever knowing you or anything." Hanna just nods and looks miserable.
"Are you here, to um, <i>hurt</i> me?" Hanna says, his voice small and the dead's man head is suddenly <i>throbbing</i>.
"No, no," he says hurridley. "It's going to sound odd, but I think I am supposed to <i>help</i> you." Hanna tilts his head. "If that's okay."
"Um," Hanna is smiling. "Sure, that sounds... really great, actually." And the dead man finds his lips twitching in what might be a smile. "But what should I call you?" the dead man just shrugs.
"It doesn't matter to me," he says. And it really doesn't.
~
Nights and days pass in the small apartment. The two men grow used to each other, even friendly. Hanna treats the zombie, who's names changes daily (sometimes even hourly), with mild suspicion at first. He darts around the dead gentleman for the first few days, barely speaking to him. The zombie tries not to take it personally. Hanna is probably uncomfortable around strangers. He simply makes himself scarce.
One evening, he walks into the apartment and finds a neatly folded pile of clothes on the counter with a note from Hanna.
<i>I picked these up from the Goodwill for you. I think they'll fit. If you want, I can wash your suit.</i>
The dead man smiles and changes into the new set of clothes. They fit wonderfully and instead of leaving the clothing, he takes Hanna's laundry bag to the laundromat, along with the dirty suit.
~
After maybe two weeks of living together, they have gotten comfortable around each other. They sit on the floor one evening, Hanna trying to teach Horatio (his name for the time being) how to play Spit, when there is a frantic knocking on the door. Hanna gets up, slowly (almost like he is in pain, Horatio notices) and answers the door.
And youngish man, maybe in his late twenties is on the opposite side of the door. Hanna smiles. "Hey Conrad, come on in," the ginger stands aside and Conrad hurries in. "How have you been feeling?" Conrad just grunts and stares at Horatio.
"Um, sorry, am I interrupting something?" Conrad says, eyeing the playing cards. Hanna shakes his head. "So, anyway..." Conrad looks shaken, and he is silent for a moment. "Some... other... vampires are looking for you." Hanna's face pales. Horatio stands up, moving so that he is behind Hanna. "They say that you need to find the vampire that turned me and put that curse that you broke for her, back on her." Hanna looks ill and Horatio places a hand on the boy's (ice cold) shoulder. "I'm really sorry, I just, they kinda cornered me and I-" Hanna just shakes his head.
"It isn't your fault Conrad, don't worry, okay?" Conrad just nodded and looked away from Hanna. "Did the vampires give any names? Adresses?" Horatio begins to pick up the cards, shuffling them before putting them back in the box. This is his first time seeing Hanna do any investigative work, and he is secretly fascinated by what is going on between the two men. Conrad nods.
"Uh, their names are Casimiro and Finas. And the vampire lady's name is Adelaide," Hanna nods and begins scrawing the names on a Post-It that Horatio handed to him. "They said they would pay you well if you did it for them... and if you didn't curse Adelaide, um," Conrad scratches the back of his head. "They would kill... you," Hanna just nods and caps the sharpie that he had been scribbling with. Another awkward silence settles over the trio. Conrad turns to leave.
"Oh, wait," Hanna rushes to the fridge. He turns back to Conrad, holding a brown paper bag. "Worth gave me this, to give to you." Conrad takes the paper sack.
"Um, thanks, you, um, didn't have to do that," Conrad says, looking bashful. "I know you don't really like blood, or whatever." Hanna just smiles.
"It's fine, it wasn't like it was out of my way. Plus, I know you don't really like Worth all that much." Conrad looks flustered and mumbles something before quickly turning and leaving. Hanna sighs and flops back onto the mattress that serves as his bed. He rubs his face roughly with his hands.
"Hanna," Horatio sits down next to the man. "Are you alright?" Hanna moves his hands to look at Horatio.
"Yeah Magnus... just frusterated," He rolls onto his side, facing Magnus. "This vampire, Adelaide, was in Conrad's apartment, and he hired me to get rid of her, but she tricked me into breaking a curse on her and then she attacked Conrad. It's kinda funny... she really didn't mean to sire him, but I managed to get some of her blood... so, ya know..." Magnus isn't sure if he knows what Hanna is talking about. "Just, magic... big magic like that... is really hard on me." Magnus is confused.
"Wait, you do magic?" Hanna has a bit of a talent for forgetting details.
"Oh," Hanna sits up. "I didn't tell you?" Magnus raises an eyebrow at him. "Well, it's not really <i>magic</i>," He gets up and grabs a sharpie. "It's runes, which is like... older than magic... I guess. I don't know how to explain it." He scribbles a rune on his palm and suddenly a whitish flame is dancing in his palm. "I use them for protection... this one is like... a flashlight. Some of them are for attacking."
"And some are for curses, right?" Magnus asks. Hanna nods, cupping his right hand over the flame, extinguishing it. "What does it do to you?" Hanna turns away.
"I don't really wanna talk about that," he says.

>>52203
Part three. (there will be many chapters)

It's their first night out investigating together. Hanna and Cornelius wander through a twisting maze of alleys is utter silence. The silence isn't uncomforatble. Maybe a little bit, but Cornelius realizes that Hanna is so used to being out on his own, he must've forgotten that he had a companion. And, Cornelius thinks sadly, thinking back on the dead silent afternoons together, Hanna is probably used to not talking at all.
Hanna finally comes to a stop infront of a door with peeling, black paint. He raps on the wood sharply and a slot opens up on the door. Cool eyes peer out.
"Yes?" The voice is smooth and icy. Hanna fumbles in his pocket for a moment and then shows the eyes a slightly crumpled piece of paper. Cornelius thinks he sees a rune scribbled on the paper. The slot shuts a moment late, the door opens.
Hanna walks inside, Cornelius close behind. They are in some kind of club, loud, thudding music that makes Cornelius's eyes vibrate. The club is dark, save for strobe light. Girls and boys dance against each other. Hanna walks through the crowd, ignoring the bar. He and the zombie move towards a quieter corner, where a horribly beautiful man is sitting, surrounded by women. He has a cup in front of him, filled with something dark and viscous, and a sudden surge of protectiveness is welling in Cornelius's chest. The man spots Hanna and grins, showing sharp, pointed incisors.
Cornelius suddenly understands where they are.
"Mister Cross," the man says, and it takes every ounce of Cornelius's will power to not grab Hanna and run. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" Hanna looks anxious, his eyes flit all over, never meeting the vampire's eyes.
"I'm looking for um, Adelaide," Hanna mumbles. The man's eyes narrow.
"And why would you do a thing like that?" The man is absently stroking one of the women's necks. "And didn't you preform quite the favor for her?" Hanna shrugs. "You never did specify..."
"Um," Hanna glances around, guiltily. "I may have... released... her?" The vampire looks livid.
"And <i>why</i> did you do that, Mister Cross?" he growls out.
"I was hired to get a bat out of a clients house. She said that she would leave if I helped her... and then she kinda... killed my client." The man looks positively incensed.
"And where is your client now?" Hanna's color is draining quickly and Cornelius is prepared to step in between Hanna and the vampire.
"He's... actually... well..." Hanna looks near tears. "She kinda unintentionally sired him." The man's nails on the hand that was stroking the woman's neck sharpen and plunge into her neck. The woman gasps and flails, the other ladies in the booth don't seem to notice or care for the woman's plight. Hanna flinches. Cornelius steps forward.
"Mister Cross, who sent you?" The man grits out.
"Um," Hanna's voice cracks. "Casimiro and Finas?" The man shouts and rips his fingers out of the woman's neck, flinging her limp body aside.
"I advise you," the man says to Cornelius. "That you take mister Cross and <i>leave</i>."

Cornelius grabs Hanna by the wrist and drags him out of the club.
~
Cornelius drags Hanna quickly onto a main street and busies himself with putting as much space between them and the club. They stop in front of a diner.
"C'mon Hanna, let's get you something to eat," Cornelius says. Hanna just gulps and shakes his head.
"I can't- not in a diner. Please," he isn't meeting Cornelius's eyes. "I can't go in Ignatus. The smell, I just-" Hanna looks positively ill and hobbles over to the gutter before vomiting. He sways and falls against Ignatus before saying "I need to go to the doctor's." Ignatus couldn't agree more and Hanna begins dragging him back to the maze of alleys.
After a good fifteen minutes of Hanna half running, half hobbling, they stop in front of the third door in an alley. Hanna groans and falls against the door, trying a few times to work the door knob before succeeding. He stumbles through the door and Cornelius follows the red head into a sad, sad excuse for a surgery.
The lighting is yellowy, the paint peeling. The smell of stale nicotine and booze permeates the air and Cornelius is thisclose to dragging Hanna out of the office and to a real doctor's practice.
A thin man, reading with a cigarette between his lips, looks up at the duo.
"Oh fucking-" The man sighs, stubs out his cigarette. "What happened <i>now</i> Hanna?" Hanna just groans.
"I did something dumb Worth," a desperate whine is evident in the ginger's voice and the man-doctor, whatever- sighs and flaps his wrist towards a back room.
"Go lie down in there, 'kay?" Hanna nods and totters through another doorway. Worth eyes Cornelius. "And 'oo're you?" Cornelius's eyes snap from the door that they had just been fixed on to Worth.
"Hanna's..." what, sidekick? Friend? "I'm Hanna's assistant," Cornelius finally decides on. Worth just rolls his eyes.
"What happened?" He says, shrugging on what looks like a lab coat with fur trim. "Forget to eat?"
"Got in trouble with some vampires," Cornelius says. He hears Hanna retching and tries to peer into the room. Worth steps in his line of view.
"That's all?" He raises a pale eyebrow. Cornelius nods. "Fine then. He'll be fine in an 'our."
~
Give or take, an hour later, Hanna wobbles out of the back room, a vaguely dreamy expression on his face.
"Mhm, hullo Wes," Hanna says, his voice honey slow. Wes rises and puts a hand on Hanna's shoulder, steadying the boy. The boy's body seems to almost twist and blur as Wes watches him. "Can we go home?" Wes nods, and grabs his coat and Hanna's.
As they are about to leave, Worth stops Wes. "Look after 'im, okay?" Worth looks sulky, as if it took all his willpower to say the words to Wes. "So help me God, if he dies..." Wes simply nods and guides Hanna out the door.
~
Wes ends up carrying Hanna home and finds him disturbingly light. Hanna barely speaks and when he does, it is in disturbing fragments that Wes can't decipher.
The landlady, Mrs. Blaney, stops Wes at the door to Hanna's apartment.
"Someone came by lookin' for you, Falk," She says in a voice that sounds and smells like a lifetime of cheap cigarettes. She has an envelope in her hand. "Some girly with blue hair. Didn't leave a name." Wes nods and takes the envelope after setting Hanna gently against the wall. Mrs. Blaney gives him an odd look but doesn't say anything and leaves. Wes opens the door and leads Hanna inside, pushing him down onto the mattress and pulling off his vans and jeans. Hanna blinks at Wes, and his eyes are suddenly a chilling, too blue. Wes has a sudden, nagging feeling of deja vu and then Hanna blinks and his eyes go back to their normal blue. Wes tucks him in a Hanna mumbles something that sounds disturbingly like "my darling boy" before falling dead asleep. Wes sighs.
He turns out the light and opens the letter that Mrs. Blaney gave him. By the light of his glowing eyes, he reads the plea of a young lady named Toni Ipres who's band seems to be practicing in a theater with an angry ghost. Wes folds the letter and puts it back in the envelope.
He'll tell Hanna about it tomorrow.

Aaaaaand that's all I have for right now D:

>>52072
BEHOLD, FOR I GO TO ANIMEBOSTON.

And it's basically become a crazed jumble of stuff. It advertises as "everything Japan!" but really, it's just "everything."

And BGHHJGBKH IF TESSA CAME TO ANIMEBOSTON I WOULD BE SO HAPPY.

>>52205

FFFF <3 I'm loving this!

MOAR WEIGHT

man the elbow too, that's gotta hurt

>>52227

Uberwin to Tessa for the Crucible reference. Srsly. I have so much more squeeing respect for her as a person now just for that.

>>52229
Oh god, they are so cute.

>>52229
awww Zombie looks so worried...

>>52097

Please for the love of God, someone tell me where this video can be found...

hiii, delurking. This is has been up somewhere else for a while already, but I was told to post it here! my apologies for this containing no smut whatsoever. but err ... it's still Conworth?

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“Oh, shit, hang on. I’ve got to take this one.”
Worth spun very slowly around in his office chair. His eyebrows were raised almost comically as Conrad fumbled with his iPhone across the desk.
“Connie,” he began to chastise, “you’re not really gonna answer your phone in the middle of an appointment, are ya?” His lips curled into a grin at the dead stare he got in return. “’S just bad manners. Nice ringtone.”
“Thanks. Imogen Heap,” Conrad replied flatly. “And this is far from what I’d call an ‘appointment.’” Even if they did occur at about the same time on about the same day of every week. He put the phone to his ear to answer the call, turned, and started for Worth’s office door. A kind-of-repulsive noise from the back of Worth’s throat made him stop moving.
“Connie, you’re not really gonna just walk out in the middle of an appointment, are ya?”
Conrad looked back over his shoulder to glare imaginary daggers. As Worth’s chair creakily revolved back to face him, the doctor’s earlier smirk was morphing into a Cheshire smile. The word ‘sinister’ did not even begin to cover this. Worth waved him on as if letting him pass by a toll booth.
He forced off a shudder of dread and directed his attention back to the call, because there was now a slightly shrill older woman’s voice in his ear and he could tell this was going to be rough.
“Mom?” he began, very hesitant, and just as he feared, Worth began to laugh. It was more like snarling coyote puppy laughter and it was really unnerving. “I might need to call you ba—”
Worth sat on his knees to lean over the desk, shoulders hunched, and was positively leering with fiendish glee at Conrad. How old was he, anyway, because that position was way too young for him and he hadn’t been this energetic a moment ago. “Ooh oh! It’s mummy? Hand over the phone, Snow White, I needa introduce m’self –”
“You don’t even know how to work an iPhone,” Conrad spat, with his hand over the receiving end. Worth was saying something like ‘a phone’s a damn phone, give it here’ when the darker haired man’s frown grew a little deeper. He strained to hear what his mother was saying for a moment, then his facial expression began to look a little more frantic. He stole a couple of glances at Worth. “Who? No, I – that’s nobody. I don’t know who that is. I …”
Worth looked like he could barely contain himself, at this point.
“I’m at a party and people are just getting a little wild. That’s all. … Yeah, I know it’s only six-thirty.” His neck and ears definitely would have been burning if they could. There was another hardly-stifled laugh from across the office. “It’s, um. It’s a work party.”

Here Worth decided that he was no longer going to be patient and swung his long matchstick legs over the desk. “Nope! That one’s not gonna work, Connie. You don’t have any work friends.” He was being deliberately loud, it was obvious, and sauntering way too near to the phone. Conrad shrank toward the door again, trying to protect Jasper (that was the iPhone, named after Johns but due for a change because y’know) from prying hands that had been who knows where. Jesus, that man would leave hideous fingerprints, too.
“Would you back off? --Don’t worry, Mom, it’s a – like an artist party or something okay. Look, that’s why I have to call you back. I just really can’t talk right now, I seriously can’t.”
“If he won’t talk t’you, I will, Mum,” Worth half-shouted, and the look Conrad gave him during the beat afterward said very clearly ‘you wouldn’t fucking dare.’ But he fucking would, judging by the essence of pure evil visible in his expression, and by how quickly his arms shot out for the phone again. It was no problem for Worth to reach over Conrad’s shoulders as the shorter man fumbled with the door handle (why oh why did he even feel the need to lock it beforehand); he easily plucked the device from his free hand and turned away.
Conrad’s previous life flashed before his eyes.
There was some truth to the earlier statement that Worth had no idea how to use an iPhone. He took a moment to stare at the screen and contemplate how to execute his next plan of attack, which was, undoubtedly, to put it on speaker. Instead of shouting “just touch it, fucktard” like he had half the mind to do, Conrad decided it was time to beg. The idea made him cringe in his Urban Outfitters sweater but presently he could tell that his mother was asking a lot of heated questions, and he could hear the tone of her voice.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he hissed sotto voce to Worth’s back. “Don’t say a word! Anything you would say to her would make her burst a blood vessel to her brain – just hearing your voice oh my God – just give it back to me and –”
He was cut off by a small cackle of triumph. Okay, so Worth obviously hadn’t been listening at all. Had he even really expected him to.
Worth pressed the speaker button. “’llo, Mum.”
Conrad was kind of stunned. Worth took a leisurely step back toward him but held the phone just out of reach. Stupid tall jerk.
“Conrad?” she asked, voice lightly accented and heavily suspicious. “Who is this man? Why is he calling me ‘mum?’ Is he one of your artist friends?”
Stun mode was over. “No!” he nearly shrieked, lunging up for the phone to no avail. Worth used his right arm to bar Conrad across the chest.
“Why not?” Worth chimed in, sounding just so incredulous. “We’re good friends, aren’t we, peaches?” Peaches saw where this was going and began to protest loudly as the older man continued.
“I swear he’s just a doctor, Mom –”
“I know y’son quite well, miss. We’re right mates.”
“I don’t even know why he’s talking to you because this is–”
“Friends with benefits, even.” A beat. “Very certain kinds of benefits.”
The implication lingered in the air between them, over the phone static, and in a moment of frozen panic Conrad wondered how far the man was going to take this. There was the standard meaning of the term, and then there was, well, their system, their ‘very certain kind’ of system. He was nowhere near ready to explain this to his mother, of course, of all people – especially how it started.
But the silence lengthened. Worth, still wearing that crooked smile, left it at that, and almost earned himself a thank-you. Too bad he still didn’t deserve one right now.
The hand currently holding him back began to trail lightly down Conrad’s chest (no worries about him trying for the phone again, the vamp was too mortified to move) as Worth tilted his head to regard him. The stricken look on Conrad’s face was enough to warrant a snicker that probably sounded to Ms. Achenleck like a fond chuckle. A fond chuckle from Worth was completely different than a fond chuckle from anyone else on the planet, give or take a few serial murderers, perhaps.
“Conrad?” his mother began again after a moment, but didn’t say anything else. Probably couldn’t think of where to start this time.
Conrad nearly groaned, but Worth’s hand was making its way back up, fingertips grazing from his hipbone to mid-torso and taking the bottom of his shirt with it. The sound he made turned into more of a wince. He had forgotten not to breathe; his lungs and throat felt painfully tight and he couldn’t tell if it was because of Worth assholery, the contact or his mother.
There were two courses of action laid out in his mind.
He could admit it was true (because it sure as hell was), shock her and hurt her, and never speak to her again. Alright, he already knew he wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t sure if it was the friend or the benefits that would horrify her the most, but she’d definitely send him to an asylum either way. That was something he wouldn’t mind waiting on. Just, if not now – when?
Alternatively: he could deny it, tell her the man was intoxicated and didn’t know what he was saying. Simple solution with no heartache on her part. But that would be …
“Whatever,” he mumbled almost to himself, and held out his hand palm-up.
He’d lied to her before and he could do it again.
“Jus’ thought I ought to introduce m’self, ma’am,” Worth said amicably, and dropped Jasper into Conrad’s grasp. He withdrew his roaming hand with a little pinch of flesh – an action that normally would have made Conrad shiver, damn it he was tender there – and half-skipped back over to his desk. The damage was done, after all, and his attention span was probably running low.
Conrad pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. He didn’t even bother to take the phone off of speaker as he told her quickly, “He’s just a doctor, Mom. He’s drunk and thought he’d mess around. Not a therapist,” he added, predicting her next question. “I’ll explain later goodbye.”
The silence that hung in the office after he ended the call didn’t last very long.
“She seems a nice enough lady. Can’t see why you wouldn’t feel like talkin’ to her.”
Conrad massaged his temples. Worth rummaged around in the desk drawers for something. A few more seconds passed. Worth began humming something unrecognizable.
“Why would you do that?” Conrad managed to ask, a little sadly.
Where he had expected an immediate snarky retort, there was nothing, so Conrad looked back over at Worth. The doctor’s sneer was gone. He had pulled a lighter from a drawer, apparently, and was putting it to use. He started walking across the room and stopped behind Conrad to take the first drag of his cigarette.
“I just don’t see the point in keepin’ secrets.”
Conrad watched him move past him over to the door and jiggle the door handle. Still locked. He turned to face him again. Their eyes met for a moment but Conrad couldn’t hold the gaze.
Another small laugh, but this one was different. Conrad was pretty sick of him being so amused. But it sounded normal, less tense, and helped loosen his shoulders just a little.
“Well now, mama’s boy,” stupid tall jerk said more loudly, leaning his back against the door and inclining his head, “didn’t we have some business to attend to?”

>>52132 http://community.livejournal.com/hannaisnotarp/ this is one of the LJ rps

>>52258

I APPROVE.

Well, I guess since this has been officially pimped out on Sugar and Spice, I can post it here.

>>52307
So I did not expect to like this whole bookstore/coffee shop AU, and then stayed up reading it until 5 in the morning. No joke. It's so fucking cute it's unbearable. Also, this picture, holyfuckingshit. Tessa is a dream come true.

>>52307
>>52229
Zombie's face just gets longer and longer!
(Not that I'm complaining, mind)

BROS B4 HOS MAN? This was requested, man. Still gay as fuck. GAY GAY GAY PINK SHEETS

"IT'S MAUVE"

>>52307

MOST TERRIBLE FIC I HAVE EVER READ. EVER.

>>52320

You need to lurk moar then. While terrible there's CERTAINLY worse on the tubes.

>>52151. I need more faggotry for this list. I am especially looking for rare pairs, ples/ves and fin/cas. (Feel free to link it here if you hate lj.)

8,I We're off the front page!

>>52335
HOLY FUCK YASU
YASU
YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO US ;_;
AGDFHGKJFHLG;';CLYRXYCUV

>>52335
oh nooo. why didnt you wait for the new thread to post that!

>>52335

Oh hey, I'm curious, can I have your permission to use your awesome .gifs as my icon on a site?

>>52339 HAHA CUTE THANKS
>>52347 BECAUSE I CAN NEVER WAIT
>>52363 Do whatever you want darling!

>>52401
Thank you!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysmvC4pO-ZU