THIS IS FOR YAI.
CAUSE I PROMISED.
AND STUFF.

Jayne glanced at the clock, Hanna should be here soon for his ‘after school tutoring’. Sure, he was passing his class and everything, but tutoring was a good excuse nonetheless. He even had a special lesson lined out for today. He placed a clear bottle of lube on his desk and Hanna’s last test [which he had scored a 75 on, unacceptable] beside it.

He wasn’t startled when the red-headed boy walked in, a little flustered and began his explanations.

“Sorry I‘m late, Ja- Mr. Hart. I was totally coming right after class, then Mrs. Adelaide stopped me to tell me something about how I was failing her class, whichtotallyisn‘ttrueIdunnowhatherdealis, and I was like, ‘Yeahokaygottago.’ But she just kept going on and on and thought she‘d never shut up and it was ridiculous and-” He paused as he realized he was rambling, again. Jayne suppressed a smile.

“Quite,” He picked the test up, and continued, “Do you know what you scored on your last test?” Hanna fidgeted and blushed in front of him.

“Yeah, I got a 75. But that was only because I didn‘t have time to study! I went home the night before the test and I was totally gonna. But then-” Jayne cut him off.

“Hanna.” Jayne tried to sound stern, but sounded a bit more indulgent than was entirely necessary, “A 75 is completely unacceptable.” He tapped the papers against his desk, frowning a bit dramatically.

“Now, I will consider a retake. But it will have to be oral.” Hanna looked up at him, a glint in his eyes.

“Mr. Hart I-” Jayne silenced him with a hand.

“This will not be your ordinary quiz.” He said, unbuttoning his slacks as he nodded at the door. Hanna jumped and ran to go lock it and shut the blinds. Jayne waited until he was back to drizzle some of the lube on himself, smiling up at Hanna. Hanna looked excited and came around to the other side of the desk. Jayne put a hand to his back, slowly bending him over the table.

“I‘ll give you a moment to look over your test.” He unbuttoned the boy’s pants, smiling to himself when he saw that he was already erect. He took the hand he had used to wet himself and inserted one finger. The teen writhed at the sudden intrusion.

“A-Ah! Jayne…” Jayne wiggled his finger, crooking it to hit Hanna’s prostate.

“Ah, ah, ah… It‘s Mr. Hart in the classroom.” Hanna bit at his lip before correcting himself.

“I-I‘m sorry… M-Mr. Hart… Nnh…” Jayne slid in a second finger, scissoring them inside him. He continued on as Hanna gripped the front of the desk, moaning.

“Now, what was the first question you got wrong?” Hanna gasped, pushing back on the fingers.

“Wh-What ancient civil… ization i-in the Ah! Americas developed a c-calendar that… that was more acc-curate th-than the G-Gregorian a-and J-Julian calendar-rs u-used in Eu-Europe?” Jayne clicked his tongue.

“And what did you put?” He asked, rubbing at the boy’s sweet spot.

“Ahn! I p-put… C-C… Th-the Aztecs…” Jayne stood behind him, lining himself up.

“And the correct answer would be?” He pulled his fingers out, waiting while Hanna groaned at the lack of stimulation.

“BTheMayans.” He spit out. Jayne pushed into him with a sigh. He eased in slowly, pausing once all the way in, while Hanna shook and whimpered in pleasure.

“V-Very good, Hanna.” He moved his hips slowly into Hanna’s tight heat. Oh god, he was the tightest thing he had ever…

“What‘s the next question you got wrong?” He growled, some formality dropping.

“Wh-Which… V-Viking came f-first, ohgodohgod, E-Eric the Red Ah! O-or Leif E-Ericson?” Jayne picked up his pace.

“Hnn… A-And what did you put?” Jayne asked leaning in closely to whisper into Hanna’s ear.

“Leif Ericson…” Hanna groaned, digging his nails into the table, “AnditshouldhavebeenErictheRed.”

Jayne pushed in hard, “I didn‘t ask.” He pushed the test out of the way, grabbing Hanna by the hips and pounding into his small body. Hanna muffled a loud moan with his hand, grinding himself back on Jayne as he gasped for air.

“Hnnh! Ohgod, Jayne… Ohmygod…” Jayne could feel his orgasm approaching with that. He wrapped his slick hand around Hanna’s dick and pumped him quickly. He felt Hanna clench around him in orgasm.

“Ah! Jayne!” He followed him only shortly after, crying out Hanna’s name and slipping out to sit in his chair.

“Oh jesus, Hanna…” Hanna sat on his lap, curling his legs up.

“Ohmygod. That was… Wow.” Jayne hummed in agreement, petting a few misplaced strands of Hanna’s red curls into place. He thought for a moment, considering what to do next.

“So did I pass?” Hanna asked, beaming up at Jayne.

“With flying colours.” Jayne said, smiling softly, “Would you like some ice cream , Hanna?” Hanna’s face lit up even more.

“You bet I do!” Hanna jumped up, using a tissue to wipe himself off, pulling up his jeans and grabbing his backpack excitedly. Jayne cleaned himself up a bit more slowly before standing up and pulling his pants up as well. He escorted Hanna out the door, gently laying his arm across his shoulders.

Back in the classroom, the door to the closet opened. A mousey grey-haired peeked out, followed by a dark haired head.

“See, dude? I fuckin‘ told you. We‘re totally safe if Hart finds us. Dude is bangin‘ a freshman.” Veser said, elbowing Conrad behind him.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” Conrad stepped out pulling up his pants, “Let‘s get out of here.” Veser smiled, waggling his eyebrows.

“Dude, wanna go get some ice cream?”

I wasn't there, but my friend went to Otakon and got me this ♥♥

also, new coqfag is new woowoo.

GUH FINALLY I COULDN'T WAIT TO REPOST THIS AGAIN!
>>52562 Well isn't this adorable?!

I love you IRC.
And all the wonderful things that come out of you.
Spoilered for boobs?
Er... It's got Adelaide in.

>>52568
I started a new thread special for you.
:|

>>52570 AHAHAH OHYOU
Sage for RETARDED CONTENT also it has boobs sooo SPOILER'D.

>>52562

OH MY GOD, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

>>52562
fgnsdhfg conrad in a peacoat. YES PLEASE.

also hi I guess I should post this here. lol I haven't drawn much in a while.

>>52568
yessssss the long-awaited Zombie/Hanna giffff

>>52599

FFFFFFFFFFFF there is a story behind this.

There is a story and OH GOD I WANT TO SEE IT.


Never, ever, EVER stop drawing. Period.

>>52568
D-did you really name this gif after that song
The song I imagine Zombie humming as he makes Hanna breakfast in the morning
The song that makes me melt inside and that I would kill to see used in fic/art of this pair
THAT SONG?!!

>>52560
This picture is pretty much my life whuuuut. Because I cosplay Conrad and bake people cakes and act creepy at people 8D! Aaaaahahaha~

>>52568
Hnnnng I am learning this rotoscoping thing, and I must say it is a paiiiin! BUT THIS IS YES. I don't even really ship them but...HRRRRNG.

>>52605
HAHA well it's based off a short fic which can be found here: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/708906/
AND THANKS LOL

>>52599
TAY


AAAHHH

<333333333333333333imissedyou

>>52562
i'm... i'm so glad this happened.

>>52599

oh heavens yes please.
also, naming this picture drumming song? AUGH YES F+TM I LOVE THAT SONG
THIS IS SO SEXY IN ALL OF THE WAYS OF BEING SEXY

Am I the only person who imagines Abner to be very...whorish, loud, et cetera during sex because he rarely even has any human contact?

So fff, here I am, first time EVER unlurking to request uberwhore!Abner/...well, anybody, really. Preferably Abner going from very dominant to very, VERY submissive.

Hurr!

>>52628
OH GOD THIS
SOMEONE GET ON THIS, PLEASE.
polite sage for nothing of value.

>>52561
Oh hay, the name is getting used for other stuff. SWEET.

Well. I lied. I have Internet, although it's ridiculously slow.

So, while, I'm here, I'll just drop this in...
It's shitty and I'm being an asswipe since I'm in a terrible mood, so I'm not going to edit it, so you can JUST DEAL WITH ALL THE ERRORS. ♥

Enjoy your porn.

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It was just like every night. Typical as usual, Casimiro was out late into the night, probably trying to pick up a good lay and a good bite all together. This left Finas at home alone while he waited for the other vampire to come back home before the sun would rise. it wasn’t that Finas minded at all, but he had read somewhere in some book he probably read some time ago that it wasn’t wooden stakes that killed vampires, it was all the emotional baggage and letdowns that they had to carry around for century after century, and, nowadays, Finas couldn’t agree more, especially with the tedious nighttime rituals beginning to build up in Casimiro that were beginning to get on his nerves as well, although he wouldn’t quite come vocal with it. It wasn’t that Finas entirely minded, it was just a little lonely t be at home while Casimiro was scoring himself some fun and racking up the tallies as they came - pun not intended - and the feeling as beginning to feel at home with him again, that somber loneliness.

Finas sighed and shut his book, setting it down as he pinched the bridge of his nose. It probably wasn’t entirely a good idea to try and read with the bloody lights off, but he didn’t wish to turn them back on and the glittering lights outside the windows that echoed in from their city was plenty enough for him, as well as with his enhanced vision from the vampires’ “blood” in his dead veins. He looked out at the lights that filtered in through the windows of their penthouse suite, some lights going out and others flickering into life; he was practically entranced, until the door clicked open and shut once more, trapping the light from the hall of their complex back out again. He could feel the air grow tense and heavy with another vampire’s presence and he could tell it was Casimiro. A rather irked Casimiro.

Finas turned about-face in his seat, looking back into the darkness to catch the tall, lean figure of Casimiro shifting through the shadows, hear the stream of curses that fell from his lips. Then, in a second of a quick flit towards him, Casimiro was standing next to him, and he could hear the faint crackle of his skin as he emerged out of the shadows, flesh sizzling and slicing itself out of his existence as his humanity slipped just out of his reach.

In the next instant, the vampire was in front of him, low and gutturally feral growls escaping between needled teeth. Finas stared up at him as the other vampire looked down at him, staring straight on.

“What did you do?” Finas asked with a raised eyebrow, and in the next half a second Casimiro was on him, pushing in between his legs with a huff of breath laced with sheer anger.

“She fucking denied me,” Casimiro said, although in a voice so feral and forgone from real consciousness that it came out in growls of consonants and vowels drawn out over pops and crackles of flesh. “Said, she’s ‘not that kind of girl,” he said, his head giving an involuntary twitch to the side, skin searing. Finas sighed, realizing that that was just like Casimiro, to get stuck on a single victim, so involved and then dropped off in the next moment. She went far, but not far enough. He looked up at the dark skin that was burning its way to a pallor, and already there were bruises, heavy and dark, waiting on both skins. “Then her husband…” he trailed off, mouth growing wider and lips curling upwards, inward, to reveal those teeth that could rip through flesh and bone like butter, that Noseferatu face that was replacing that nearly chocolate skin that let out growls of anger in rasps, those fingers that were tapping, scratching his shirt, his skin and the chair, growing long and sharp and cutting through.

“Watch yourself, Cas,” he said softly, and the nickname itself being uttered by him seemed to calm Casimiro a bit, the pallor of the blistering, burning flesh retracting momentarily.

“No, no,” the taller said and the white flesh came back with a growl of ripping an built-up madness, crawling more onto Finas and settling down in his lap. Finas didn’t realize for a while, but his hands were on the other’s hips, probably out of a long-since perished habit from his own legitimate humanity, and in a moment awkwardness upon realizing, he removed them from their perch, eliciting a disapproving growl from the Italian. “I need it.” It wasn’t anything but a command.

In a quick second, Casimiro shook his head and the sparks of pale flesh fled for the most part, leaving behind mostly tanned flesh once again, although that smirk that the skin usually held was simply a long look of anger, teeth barred and sharp. He could see the bruises along the skin, heavy and purple. Then, in the same moment it happened, the skin sizzled back into life, and Finas slowly raised a hand, ghosting gentle fingers across where the bruises were, darker on pale loss of humanity, the skin turning back to its tanner self after his fingers touched the spot, right under his touch, and the taller vampire closed his eyes tightly closed his eyes and arched his back, letting out a needy groan, but also one of pain. “Finas,” Casimiro whined out after the quick moan, the vowels of his name dragged out long and begging. Finas knew the only thing that would fix the pain, and with a sigh, he relented, feeling Casimiro’s warm mouth already on his skin, and he let his head fall against the back of the chair.

For only a moment, the pain is there, and then it quickly subsided into nothing but a gentle haze somewhere in the back of his mind. He hissed then let it fall into nothing, the fingers of each hand clutching the arms of the chair, the fingers of Casimiro clutching him. The man let out a soft sigh against his neck as he drank, the fluid of humans thick and delicate to dance on his tongue. Instinctually, his hips gently rolled against Finas, who opened his eyes as he felt the man’s erection brush against him faintly a few times, staring up at the ceiling, just counting the seconds until Casimiro pulled away. The man then licked his lips, grinning widely with the blood of humans Finas had drunk tainting his otherwise white teeth.

Finas raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you quite finished?” Again, though, his hands were on his hips by instinct alone, Casimiro’s groping at his shoulders for purchase.

“Just help me, Finas,” he said, rolling his hips and licking his lips, whines in time with his thrusts for desperate friction. “Just fucking help me,” he added in an aroused whine, each word sounding like a sentence of its own over a light moan. Finas glared at him a moment, as much as he could glare without breaking a face of general placidity, although Casimiro knew it as content. His head lolled back and around as he gave a little laugh, Finas’ glare still fixated on him. As his head came back around, he gave a wild buck downward on Finas, making the man close his eyes and give a light groan of pleasure. “So you’ll help me?” Casimiro asked, an innocent and mocking tone lingering on his words. Finas opened his eyes, just glancing at him.

“On the condition that you don’t give me any venereal disease,” he said, rubbing small circles with his thumbs to his sides. Casimiro laughed.

“Those won’t kill you,” the Italian laughed, hands suddenly on Finas’ cheeks, cupping his face as he moved in close, their mouths fatal millimeters apart. “I don’t have any anyway,” he added as he went up on his knees, much higher above the Englishman now rather than straddling his waist.

“Somehow I don’t entirely believe you,” Finas retorted, head pushed back more to align with Casimiro’s mouth, which it did quickly into an open-mouthed kiss, frantic and needy, fangs snapping and drawing blood to smear between them to drink in as well as each other’s taste. Even with Casimiro’s hips high above Finas’, the man stilled rolled them, Finas’ hands working their way with each buck down to grope his ass, taking each globe into his palm and rubbing slowly, sensually, enough to make Casimiro gasp, hips working in frantic motions for something, anything, to relieve himself with. Finas gave a small laugh at this as he worked his hands still, until Casimiro settled himself back down on his lap, and Finas could really only give a small squeeze before the other vampire started working their hips together quickly and roughly, enough to make them both let out a huffed groan into each other’s mouths.

Finally, bored with what he had, Casimiro pulled back and took in a deep, unneeded breath before shifting on Finas’ lap, straddling his waist more tightly before removing his jacket then settling back, giving a good thrust while doing so, just as Finas’ hands found their way up the back of his shirt and began to explore his back, scratching here and there, making a low groan fall out of Casimiro’s lips. Finas leaned slowly forward as his hands played at rear and back, mouth moving to Casimiro’s exposed collar bone. Glancing up, he could tell the blood had done its job; the bruises were gone, but Finas needed something for himself too, and he’d damn well take it. He opened his mouth and scraped his teeth flatly along the skin, not piercing, just taunting, making Casimiro release that whine that just begged him for more, squirming on his lap with anxiousness. Casimiro was never one for going slow and steady; he was more the hare of the race while Finas was the tortoise - slow and steady always lead the race, did they not? Finas couldn’t help but smirk against Casimiro’s chest.

Finas pushed back, much to Casimiro’s chagrin as he did. Casimiro gave a little growl at him, rolling his hips in desperation as he grabbed him by the collar, release of unneeded breaths right hot against his face. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he repeated over and over, each time craning his neck backwards and trying to push himself more against Finas. When he rolled his head back around, Finas could hear his skin spark again, sending off flares of pallor as those teeth grew back out longer and sharper than needles. He pulled his collar, clutching it between daggers renamed fingers, pulling his face closer, turning his hips to settle himself more comfortably. “Come on, Finas,” he demanded, breath hot against his face again with each word. That was when Finas decided it was high time he took charge - he was the tortoise after all. With the thought lingering in his mind and Casimiro’s groans of want against his face, he pushed the vampire back, pushing him off and giving him a shallow glare.

“Not until the clothes are gone.”

Casimiro’s frown laced upwards on his cheeks into a smirk, showing his enhanced needles of teeth as he gave a laugh, humanity blazing away in ticking seconds under the moonlight that scattered across the floor, enough to make his teeth glint as he tilted his head back in a laugh. He rolled his head back around, and it seemed that in the same instant he did, Casimiro stripped himself of his shirt and his pants. As he stood back up, he laughed again, his tongue darting across the edges of his barbed teeth, over his lips smeared with blood, of his own he shared with Finas in their earlier frantic kiss and those Finas had taken himself. He then did that slightly annoying strut back over to him, shaking his head in a quick moment that seemed more like a twitch and the pale skin fled off, sparking off into the dark to leave behind only the tanned as he settled himself once again under Finas’ calm control, right down in his lap. Even in the dark, the Italian’s erection was very evident, especially as he sat in his lap again. Then, hands quick as lightning, he grabbed Finas’ collar again and pulled himself closer, rather than Finas towards him, mouth open, hot and waiting as his hips gave an eager buck. Finas’ hands quickly made their way to Casimiro’s hips, steadying the much too eager vampire, although the Englishman did hold a slight smirk. “Calm yourself, Cas.” The vampire just bit his lip in keen impatience and pushed down on him more, only to get a gentle grunt in response.

“Keep your clothes on, I don’t give a fuck, just hurry,” he pleaded, practically bouncing on his lap. Finas nearly laughed.

“Always the impatient one,” he said, holding his hips steady and Casimiro let out a low growl, those Noseferatu teeth still sharp and waiting in his mouth.

“Let’s just see how impatient you are,” Casimiro smirked, hand already keen to play with the buttons of Finas’ pants. He sent him a glare, but the hand was already in, wrapped around his length tightly. His smirk widened as Finas resisted a buck into his hand, releasing a soft groan as Casimiro stroked his half-hard dick, eyes shut tight. After a few strokes, Casimiro gripped him more tightly, moving slightly to lean backwards to help himself stroke the other vampire faster. In a quick flick of his fingers, he gripped him tighter while pressing his thumb to the tip, the nail right against the slit, making sure he got it each time he stroke upwards, and, each time he did, Finas barred his fangs and resisted a buck still as he let out a growl, getting lower and more savagely wanting each time it slipped out of his throat.

“Enough, Casimiro,” Finas growled, low and sharp, each separate syllable stressed to show he meant it and Casimiro, giving a few last flicks of his wrist, took his hand back. With another wide smirk, he took his hand up to his mouth, sticking in finger after finger like he was cleaning them after a particularly delicious - and messy - meal. Then, immediately as he finished his last finger, it disappeared from his mouth and found its way to Finas’ shirt, tearing at the buttons with a ferocity probably only matched by a shark before it would actually take that first bite into its prey, and in the next second that Finas took real notice of it, he was helping the other vampire by shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and attempt to wriggle out of his pants, both of which were strewn about the room to locations he didn’t care to check, but they blended in with the darkness of the room well enough that he wouldn’t even care to until the lights would actually be turned on.

Finas held Casimiro’s hips still, trying to steady him, but the other vampire refused to keep under his steady control, trying to already push down on him without any sort of warning or means of lubrication. So, with a growl from both vampires, Casimiro pushed Finas in quickly and roughly, already beginning to ride him before he was even all the way down on his shaft. Finas, uncomfortable with the erratic pace Casimiro set by himself, pushed his fingers roughly into Casimiro’s hips, fingernails biting into the tanned skin. The Italian vampire let a rough growl fall from his lips, although it rolled into a very pleasured moan, to which Finas could only grit his teeth and close his eyes as Casimiro rolled his hips downward more roughly and more quickly, setting the pace high above Finas’ once again. With little to no choice, Finas decided to just go with the pace Casimiro set, allowing Casimiro to do most of the work while he occasionally gave a much-needed thrust, trying to relieve the pressure off himself, although the darker vampire was doing that for him for the most part. Rolling his hips slow and sensually, Finas opened his eyes, looking up to Casimiro, whose faced was twisted with pleasure. But the pleasure must have been too much, because the tanned skin just moving all around him sparked and set itself ablaze. Casimiro let out a howl of pleasure as their pace matched in a quick moment, Casimiro thrusting down roughly and erratically as Finas did up into him, and the tanned skin flashed all white as his humanity fled quickly, off into the darkness without so much as a warning aside a growl and a sharp click of teeth gnashing together hard enough to rip bone.

With a few more thrusts, Casimiro tightened around Finas and the last of his humanity sparked into the nighttime light of their apartment, leaving behind a pale figment of Casimiro that was all bone, sharpness and monstrously. Finas gave a soft groan, melding it into a growl of his name as he clutched at Casimiro’s hips, who gave another wild howl with pleasure, throwing his head back slightly as he gave a few, wild thrusts downward on Finas before he was basically spent, his humanity coming rushing back as he released his seed right on Finas’ chest and stomach. Riding out his orgasm, the last few thrusts his gave where rough, although less frantic, and the extra weight of orgasm made him clench around Finas, enough to get him off.

The last few moments before the afterglow hit really seemed to draw themselves out, the last few thrusts rough and desperate in finishing themselves off, the pace slowing down slowly, or maybe that was simply Finas’ mind alone, hazy with the afterglow, because he can’t remember actually pulling out, although it appeared he had, because Casimiro, full on in human form now, those teeth even back to normal, was leaning on him, murmuring with exhaustion things that were simply Gibberish. His arms were wrapped up tight around his neck as he snuggled in close, moving slowly up his chest to nestle his nose into the crook of his neck, smearing his seed between them. Finas’ arms found themselves laying loosely around Casimiro’s back and his nose to his hair for a long, sweet moment of bliss. The afterglow of things like this or taking a grand meal always made him kind of soft, more content than anything and just swallowed up in comfort. Though, he knew the consequences of not cleaning up, and that was something he’d rather not have.

“Casimiro, get up. I need to at least wash us off…”

The only response he got, really was a soft grunt that turned into a completely joyful whine, although the vampire did not get up. Like always, with a sigh, Finas gave up and simply snuggling Casimiro in closer, sharing the slowly fading warmth that rode off after sex, reveling in it for the time being.

What the hell, the man was worth it.

>>52628
Oh. This was my next work.
It worked out in my head at first, with Abner / Conrad (because I like it, shut your goddamn mouth), but then got all jumbled and didn't make sense (Conrad being dominant, whaaat?) and yeah.
Should I start it again ? :Y

Sage for no real content of anything of real importance.

>>52628
..kind of wanna see this as Worth/Abner oh man
might just drawfag if i can.

So I'm gonna do this thing that I do where I post what I've got so far which is NOT PORN YET in order to pressure myself to finish the porn quicker, kay? <3

A pretty rare pairing as requested by the lovely Ziggy. Porny illustration also in the works.

This episode: just some bitchy vampiric interaction and expo. Next episode: blood, pain, drugs, breathplay, etc. I promise.

* * * *

Part I (Conrad)

Conrad had realized that he was being followed two blocks back. At first it was just a suspicious prickling sensation on the back of his neck, easily chalked up to his normal level of paranoia. Then, a more confirmative glimpse of a shadow slipping back into an alleyway set his jaw clenching and his pace quickening. Soft rustlings gave way to actual, honest-to-God footsteps after one block, and then it was all Conrad could do to keep himself from whirling around to look. It was harder still not to simply bolt towards the nearest dumpster and dive into it, praying all the while that whoever or whatever was stalking him would turn up its nose at such an audacious display of cowardice. Sure, running to a well-lit area might be a better choice, but he was on his way back from Worth's, so the “safe spaces to run to” count hadn't yet climbed beyond zero. He'd told himself to remain calm (yeah fucking right screeched his amygdala as it went about its routine panic) and to keep going---he couldn't be more than a few minutes from actual civilization.

Finally, the shelter of a 24-hour diner gleamed neon salvation up ahead, and that was when he heard the cackling behind him. A chill raked up his spine---the laugh was oddly familiar. Giving in to equal parts terror and curiosity, Conrad turned, and was met by a pair of mismatched eyes and the glint of perfectly sharp teeth emerging from darkness.

“Boo,” grinned Casimiro, and then his face contorted in another fit of laughter.

Conrad stared wide-eyed for a moment, then his shoulders went slack and he rolled his eyes in exasperation. Even with the understanding that he most certainly was not yet safe, he couldn't help feeling the tiniest bit of relief to be facing an evil he knew. “You know, that really wasn't funny the first time,” he moaned.

“No? Well, watching you trying not to piss your pants for the past ten minutes was fucking hilarious.”

“Why the hell were you following me?” Conrad spat, trying not to let the sudden hot flush of embarrassment get up into his face. He had some of Worth's blood in him, though---not much, not enough, there'd been some words and he'd stormed out before they'd “finished”---but the little color it leant to his cheeks was now actively betraying him. He glanced around, and yes, there was a bulkier shadow further back---Finas, leaning against a burnt-out streetlamp. Wonderful. Conrad's night---which had quickly gone from bad to worse (from bad to Worth his brain echoed hollowly)---had finally plummeted to miserable.

Fuck my life, Conrad sighed internally. Unlife. Whatever.

“Ah, well, the night is young and there's always time for a little entertainment before a meal. Speaking of which...” Suddenly Casimiro was only inches away, leaning down slightly and...sniffing, oddly enough, at the air around the shorter man. Conrad froze, confused and panicked. After a moment Casimiro leaned back, eyes narrowed to slits. “Enjoy your dinner?”

“W-what, what are you talking about, I don't know what you mean---” Conrad fumbled, shying away from the piercing red and white gaze. It wasn't unthinkable that the older vampire could smell Worth on him---after all, the “doctor” positively reeked of smoke and sweat and God knows what else---but Conrad was beginning to suspect that there were more than a few vampiric senses and abilities he was lacking.

“I have to say I'm surprised,” Casimiro continued nonchalantly. “I mean, I figured you for a bagger as soon as I met you...but you've obviously been busy. Who is he? Smells like an addict.” That throaty, wolfish laugh again, and, “Now that's a shock. You don't look like a lush at all. Does he, Fin.” The other vampire, who had somehow crossed the empty street in the time it took Conrad to blink, said nothing. His mouth, however, was a thin line of annoyance, and he was looking at Casimiro with impatience. If the taller man noticed, he ignored it---it was plain to see that Casimiro was in no hurry at all.

“Look like a what?” Conrad blinked.

It was Casimiro's turn for a dramatic eye-roll. “Oh, I'm sorry, sometimes I forget that you were sired yesterday, and by accident, and by that ridiculous bitch whore of a---”

“Casimiro,” came the low rumble from Finas. There was an acid glance between them, and then Casimiro looked back and smiled the most unconvincing and unnerving smile Conrad had ever seen.

“Right. A lush,” he drawled, slowly as one might talk to a child, “is a vampire who enjoys drinking...from someone who enjoys drinking. Or pills. Or anything else that gets you up, down, or sideways.” He flashed his fangs in a wicked grin that clearly signaled his own preference for drugged blood.

Conrad did not want to have that in common, didn't want to have anything in common with the semi-psychotic figure in front of him, and it wasn't really as though he preferred it when Worth had been drinking or doing whatever else got him (and then Conrad by proxy) all hazy and warm, and the first time it happened Conrad hadn't even known what was going on so he clearly wasn't looking for it and he was not a lush and----

A quick snap of Casimiro's long tan fingers right in front of his face brought him back to reality. Conrad turned away, more flustered than ever. The diner was so close, surely they wouldn't follow him in, maybe if he could just make a dash for it...

“Right, well, thanks for the...educational moment, and I really do have to be going now so I'll just---”

A firm hand on his shoulder stopped his feet before they even registered the signal to move. “We're almost through here,” smiled Casimiro, mock-reassuringly. “I just need a name.”

Conrad stared again, at first truly baffled as to what the other man was asking him. Then it dawned, slow and terrible---he wanted to see Worth. Wanted to...no. No. As much as he hated that man, as often as he cursed him and regretted ever opening that third alley door, he knew he wouldn't wish something like Casimiro on his worst enemy. Which, come to think of it, was probably still Worth.

“Come on, Connie, be a pal and share a little,” Casimiro continued, slinging an arm around Conrad's shoulders playfully. “Isn't that what friends are for? I mean, people like us, we gotta stick together...”

Conrad glanced helplessly at Finas, who looked almost embarrassed but made no attempt to derail his partner's tormenting. The young vampire closed his eyes and tried his damnedest to steady himself, and then gingerly removed Casimiro's arm from his shoulder and stepped backwards a pace.

“No,” he said quietly, staring at his feet, and then a surge of adrenaline filled him and he looked up. “Fuck off.”

He regretted it instantly. A snarl started to curl back Casimiro's upper lip and for a moment Conrad thought it was all over, had a mental image of his disemboweled body spread across the pavement for some unfortunate jogger to trip over in the morning, but then Finas had Casimiro by the back of his jacket and was yanking him away.

“We are leaving,” he growled, and Casimiro shrugged angrily out of his grasp but seemed less than inclined to argue. The taller vampire fixed Conrad with a cold stare.

“Sooner or later you're gonna learn, kid,” he hissed, “that there are rules to this game. You're not one of them anymore. If you can't play for the right side, someone's gonna knock you off the board.”

A pause, and then Casimiro grinned again, lightning-quick and equally lethal. He turned away and began to follow Finas back into the blackness pooling at the end of the street, laughing darkly to himself. After a moment, only the bleak echo of laughter remained.

Conrad took that opportunity to flee.

* * * *

Interlude (Casimiro)

He hadn't really needed the name. One whiff and he had known who that miserable excuse for a vampire had been spending his evenings with, even knew where to find him---after all, Conrad wasn't their only mutual acquaintance. True, he'd never actually met the man, but he'd smelled him on Lamont now and again, and one night he'd finally coaxed (okay, pressured...maybe threatened) him into explaining who most of the dried blood on his shirt belonged to.

He knew the name. He'd just wanted to see whether or not Conrad had the balls to try to protect his own turf. And he'd been surprised, sure, but not discouraged. Oh, no. Knowing that this particular human somehow mattered to the young vampire just made it better.

It was high time that Casimiro paid this “Doctor” Luce Worth a visit.

* * * *

>>52656

Excited for MOAR!

This thread has been utter win so far <3

>>52640

Shush, I love Abner/Conrad! Maybe Abner encouraging Conrad to top him, rather than Conrad doing it himself? Or Abner riding him like the fandom bicycle he is?

>>52651

AAAHHH WORTH/ABNER FFUUU WE NEED MORE OF THIS PAIRING.

>>52656

oh, you lovely, lovely person. This is brightening my working day right up.

>>52628

For some reason I imagine Abner to go from "DON'T TOUCH ME" to "Don't stop touching me!"

Yeah...I dunno either...

I love Untimely.
AWESOME.
I'll just leave this here.
Because it's awesome.

Drawfag request; Abnerbat. (Abbat? Abbybat? IDK.) Possibly with Conbat?

Writefag request; Abner, a vampire, and a mirror. Abner = secret kink.

>>52599
YAY. MORE TAY ART.
I'm late to the party, but whatever.

Sup? De-lurking, 'cause I thought y'all would like this.

>>52757

I approve. And beg for more.

>>52757
I

this is

...more, please? <3
polite sage for no contribution!

>>52757
YOU WERE RIGHT. <3
>>52656
hi I already love this. oh man I can't wait for part twooo
>>52617
I. LOVE. THAT SONG.

also thank you guys aww you're too nice. <3
sage for me gushing over everything without contributing.

Have some genderswapped!Abner.

Spoiler'd for icky girl cooties.

>>52782

Looks like helena bonham carter.
... Me likey.

I have a very noble request of you writer and drawfags.

Recently, it has come to my attention that I do not pair Ples with anyone. So I started pondering who I'd like to see him fuck and the first person to come to mind is Ca$h.

Please, someone. Ples/Ca$h. You can use Ples!spoiler too.

>>52724

I didn't miss a spoiler somewhere did I? Oh well, I drew this anyway.

>>52757
Why is this not in the Y!gallery club ?? :< I wish to fave it over and over. Your style freaking rocks, Id love to seee the rest of what you've drawn!

>>52803

>>40367

>>52807

I love you, forever and ever. Somebody drew vampire!Abner on a really old thread and I wanted to see Abnerbat because I thought it'd be cute, AND LOOK AT THAT IT IIIS

>>52816

Well, gee, I'm super glad you like!

>>52757
it would appear /coq wishes to shower love and affection on you.
namefag?

I'll just leave this here then...~

>>52838

You may have my firstborn.

Also, this. I should NOT be allowed near my tablet when it's almost midnight. Or Tegaki. Or the computer at all, really.

We have WAY too little LamontxWorth up in hurr... Art AND fic. Let us rectify this problem, all?

Posting sexy some (saved) Monty to inspire y'all

>>52859
Er... or not... Just imagine a sexy inspiring Monty!

I don't suppose anyone saved the previous 37 threads saved in their glorious entirety? Like, one of those zips or rars? Some of the older threads that died are missing posts and pictures and everything before thread 24 is long gone. ;_; If not then I am one saaaad little anon for missing out on all of this awesome stuff. I feel like an ass for making a request but not sharing anything...

Remember when awesome stuff from dA etc was reposted here?

U-UNF.

Back with moar AU
pt I: http://duckyqueen.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2uazub
pt II: http://duckyqueen.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2ujhbd
pt III: http://duckyqueen.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2uwx4x

+++
Hanna sleeps through his alarm. And then his second and third alarm. Wes simply sits and watches the red head sleep. At one point, he gets up and scrolls through Hanna ancient cell phone to find his manager's number and tell him that Hanna can't come into work today. No, Hanna isn't dead. Yes, he should be in by Thursday, he'll call you later, thank you. Around noon, Hanna bolts up, rushes to the bathroom.
Wes can hear him peeing, brushing his teeth. He hears the water run for a moment and then a split second of silence and then he hears a thud. A low laugh.
"Jeez..." Wes hurries into the bathroom. Hanna, in his boxers and T-shirt, is sprawled on the floor. "Fuck..." Wes pulls Hanna up and into the kitchen. He sits the young man at the table, where he sways slightly and giggles. "Nathan..." Hanna says, dazedly. Nathan turns away from the fridge (which holds a depressingly small selection of food). "Why... are my fingers moving?" Nathan sees the slight tremor in the boy's hand and feels the thing in his chest twinge.
"Oh Hanna..." He rises and presses the small hand in between his own. "You haven't eaten. What should I make you?" Hanna shrugs and his skin seems to twitch. "Cereal? Tea?" Hanna laughs.
"I once... made somebody tea," Nathan pulls away and fills a pot with water and sets it on the stove. He finds a bowl and pours some cornflakes and milk into it and sets it down in front of Hanna. Turning back to the cupboard, he finds a relatively clean mug and a tea bag. He hears the spoon clinking around in the bowl. A few muffled crunches of Hanna chewing. "Hanna, do you want sugar in
your tea?" Nathan asks, facing the redhead. He stops. Hanna has something pinched between his thumb and forefinger. It's tiny, maybe as long as a grain of uncooked rice. "Hanna?" The boy tilts his head, examining whatever is pinched between his fingers.
"It's a Mealworm," Hanna says. "They turn into beetles. I think." There is silence for a moment. "They live in cereal boxes... for the grain..." He opens his mouth. Drops the small thing in. Swallows.
Nathan closes his eyes and opens them again. Hanna is staring at him. "Hanna, why did you do that?" Hanna looks down at the bowl. Back at Nathan.
"I..." Hanna looks lost. Small. The water is boiling.
~
Nathan puts Hanna to bed shortly after the Mealworm incident and sits close to the bed. He reads his book, occasionally glancing over to Hanna. The incident didn't <i>bother</i> him. In the sense that it didn't make him think <i>less</i> of Hanna. He remembers the way Hanna looked after
swallowing the tiny creature. He feels... sad? He can't place the emotion. He wants to hold Hanna. He
wants Hanna to eat. He wants Hanna to be safe.
Hanna sleeps until about seven pm. When he sits up and pushes on his glasses, his eyes are clearer.
"Hey," he says softly. Nathan makes no move to turn the lights on. He examines Hanna in the blue twilight of the room. He decides that Hanna probably doesn't remember the incident.
"We have a new client."
~
They meet the girl, Toni Ipres, in the theater at nine o'clock (after meeting Conrad at a bar, because the young man didn't really want to be alone at night after the incident with the other vampires).
The theater had probably <i>once</i> been nice. The cushions on the seats are ripped and stained and the air feels damp and moldy. Toni and her band clash with the space. After putting her bass down, she hops off the stage and introduces herself, her ponytail bobbing with almost palpable excitement.
She mistakes Nathan for Hanna, shaking his hand with vigor. "I'm not Hanna," Nathan says, politely. Toni turns to Conrad who shakes his head, with his hands up in a "don't look at me" kind of gesture. Instead of asking Hanna all sorts of questions pertaining to his age, she simply grins apologetically and shakes his hand.
"I'm sorry Mr. Cross. I'm Toni," Hanna just shrugs.
"I get that a lot," he mumbles. Toni smiles.
"We," she gestures with a tilt of her head to the group of people on the stage. "Are so glad you could come. And also that you got the message, that doctor guy..." She trails off. Nathan knows what she means, but Hanna just peers at her, his head tilted.
"So, what has the ghost been doing?" Hanna already has his Sharpie out and moves towards the stage. "Has anyone been hurt?" Toni, Conrad and Nathan follow Hanna, who pulls himself onto the stage.
"Uh, no," Toni says and climbs onto the stage after Hanna. He motions for Conrad and Nathan to follow.
"And what usually sets the ghost off?" Hanna switches his sharpie for a large, silver paint pen. He begins to shake the marker.
"When we start playing..." Toni watches Hanna begin to draw a large circle around the band and the equipment. "Uh, not to sound <i>rude</i> or anything... but what are you doing?" Hanna finishes the circle and stands up, pushing Nathan and Conrad inside the circle and stepping in himself.
"Magic circle," Hanna says, pulling a hammer out of one of his belt loops and scrawling something on it with the marker. "For protection..." he says this, while scanning the dark ceiling. "No one steps out of the circle." Everyone nods. "Alright, start playing."
The band isn'tt horrible, Nathan notes, but the lead singer makes him cringe. She sings with the confidence of someone who sang well, but her notes were flat and strained. Conrad looks on edge, his hands clenched. Hanna continues to scan the theater, his hands shaking.
As the band is reaching the bridge of the first song, the lights went out. The band slows their playing, but Hanna takes no mind to it and steps on the circle, which begins to pulse with faint light. An unearthly shriek suddenly rings through the building. The band stops completely.
Hanna steps outside the circle. Nathan wants to grab Hanna, but finds his feet stuck in place. The shriek rings out again and a blue <i>something</i> is swooping down towards the group. Hanna raises his hammer. "You need to leave," he speaks clearly, his voice louder and clearer than Nathan has ever heard it. The thing shrieks at Hanna and reaches out what looks like <i>arms</i>. Hanna raises the hammer higher and brings it down on the thing. Instead of passing through the thing (ghost, whatever), it makes a solid 'crunching' noise and the thing falls to the side. "Please, I can help you rest in peace, but you cannot frighten anymore people," Hanna walks closer to the thing. Hanna reaches out to it and the thing howls at him and flies into Hanna.
A million things happen at once. The circle's light fades as Hanna falls to the ground. Nathan jumps forward toward the redhead, who is writhing on the floor. The lead singer's scream stops him. Hanna's eyes are <i>glowing</i> and the room suddenly drops about twenty degrees. Hanna's mouth opens and a raspy voice that isn't Hanna's is tumbling from his lips.
"Get out," the voice is female, Nathan decides and it is chillingly familiar. "<i>Get out</i>" Hanna's hand, moving almost independently of the rest of his body, scrabbles on the floor with the paint pen, scrawling symbols on the stage. The thing that flew into Hanna seems to be pushed out of Hanna. Once back in the open, the thing circles over the stage, shrieking and then disappears. Hanna stands up and looks towards the group. His eyes are still glowing and weird smell is rolling off of him.
"Who-" the glow fades from his eyes suddenly and he crashes foward, coughing up what appears to be blood. Nathan rushes over, grabbing him, cradling his smaller form. He can feel the buzzing traces of magic sizzle off of Hanna.
"Hanna?" Nathan asks. Blue eyes flutter open.
"Constantine," Hanna tries to pulls himself up and falls against the zombie's chest. Constantine scoops him up with little effort, and begins striding towards the door of the theater. He hears Conrad hurrying after them.
Once out on the street, Conrad catches up. "We need to take him to the hospital," he says, his face paler than usual. When Constatine doesn't answer, Conrad raises an eyebrow. "You aren't seriously taking him to <i>Worth</i>, are you?" Constatine turns and starts down a back street. Conrad hesitates for a moment, then hurries to catch up.
They walk in silence for a good fifteen minutes before arriving at the door of Worth's practice. They pause outside the door. Constantine turns to Conrad.
"I know you don't like Worth, and I can't say I do either, but..." he trails off, looking down at the light frame in his arms. "There's definetly a reason Hanna sees Worth. And if Hanna trusts him, so do I."

>>52757
Ahaha, Worth kinda looks like the Grinch.
Not a bad thing.

Is there something missing from this, or is it just me?

>>52924

Needs more penis

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdEYGw5IW4U

>>52924
Despite him looking 10-15 years younger, this picture is pretty cute.

>>52929
LMFAO I CAN'T EVEN HANDLE THIS
I AM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF

So we've got like a bajillion Ple$ha fanarts, but no Ple$ha fics.
WRITEFAGS ASSEMBLE.

>>52762
>>52763
>>52776
>>52808
Aww...thanks. What a nice reception!
>>52827
Mmmk. c:
>>52911
It's a good description. They're both cranky, filthy, and diabolical.

Here, have some Hanna/{...}/Rubik's Cube.

>>52903
Hey Ducky? Maybe it's just me, but... when you post links with the random-letter address, clicking them doesn't get you to the deviation. You have to click on the title of the piece itself to get the address with the title in it, which does work as a link. I think you meant to link to these: http://duckyqueen.deviantart.com/art/And-we-will-171833843
http://duckyqueen.deviantart.com/art/And-we-will-part-II-172229737
http://duckyqueen.deviantart.com/art/And-we-will-part-III-172856769
Sage for nitpicking.

Hey, did the person behind htat fucking hot evil!ples/Veser fic >>46528
ever upload it to like, ff.net or y!gallery? Cause if they didn't I'm gonna be so sad.

hey guys, does anybody have a link to Spook's fic Making the Same Mistakes Again?

Caco linked it on a (gorgeous sweet jesus) piece she posted recently on y!gal but the link seems to be broken :(

>>52988
Tadaa: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/710257/

>>52956
oh geez sorry D:

This is how I imagine Worth's Accent: I give you... this brainfart.

>>52996
Not working. D;

>>53000
..i lol'd.

>>53004

Works fine for me.

>>52996>>53004>>53008
I feel like I should mention that y!G works a LOT better if you're a member---before I joined it, I could only ever see half the links posted here, and the other half the time it seemed to have a "server error" or something. I'm not sure if that's a passive aggressive ploy to get members or if there's really a server problem. Luckily it's free and you can just make an empty account to read/view stuff, it'll work better.

I don't know if this has been posted before, but this fanfic I found has to be one of the best works of short fiction I've ever read. I don't even like Ves/Ples all that much but holy God this is so good.

http://digital-troglodyte.deviantart.com/#/d2sh7di

woah new art from Tessa! zombie!hip-tilt may be my new favourite thing

>>53012
I love Conrad's clothes always.

>>53011

sauce plz?

>>53016
As do I<3

>>53009

I joined the site and everything, but still nothing. Well, not entirely true, I got a shiny page not found/access denied message instead. xD
Thanks though!

>>53011
Seriously what is this? I am intrigued. That is one damn sexy Ples in the last panel.

I decided to do a little searching on some of Tessa's character names to see what else came up---I was particularly interested in Casimiro and its etymology (as someone who speaks a little Spanish, I noticed it can roughly translate to "I almost see"). Turns out it's a Spanish/Portuguese/Italian form of Casimir, which can mean "Great Destroyer" or even "Destroyer of Peace." Ms. Stone, always doin' her research.

And then there's this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbfQ71hMr_k

Sage for "what the fuck, Mags?" <3

>>53043

It's from cyber-tronics ( http://cybertronics.livejournal.com/22980.html ). I don't think there's more, though. >:

>>53043
I would like to second your last statement. O_o

>>53066
Thanks---I'd love to see that finished, it looks great in sketch form.

Speaking of finished, this is NOT, but I hate being that drawfag who's like "sure I'll draw you something" and then takes weeks to deliver (and some people here are so goddamn fast). Also trying to decide whether I want to ink it clean, sometimes I like the energy of my sketches better and I haven't yet figured out how to preserve that. So here's a little peek present for you, still gonna try to do it up nice for y!G or something.

Why hello there coq. Haven't seen you in a while. Boop.

>>53113
Cacooooo *loves on*

>>53113
i cannot wait for the day someone makes plushies of these for me to buy and cuddle until they break.

>>52988
hello friend! i have actually run into this issue before with someone else, and so i now know what the problem is: any time i tag something as containing bloodplay, y!gal automatically filters it as containing "disturbing imagery" and "violent imagery." i'm not super crazy about that but i can see how it makes sense i guess. anyway, if you go to your site settings, i'd bet that you've got the filters for disturbing or violent content (or both) blocked- untick those boxes and you should be good to go!

though i guess it'd probably be, um, easier if i just posted it here... but anyway there's all of that, i can repost it later if it's still being a bitch

(ps mags i will PM you or something later too! <33)

>>53082
it's gorgeous!

>>53082
This is awesome. I like how you draw Casimiro. Also their expressions are greatttt

Break the Silence
Words by Spook, art by Caco. best duo ever.
-

They hadn't actually gone out expecting a troll. All the building manager had said- a bit vaguely, he's realizing now- was that there had been some mysterious thumping noises and strange smells coming from the basement. It had seemed harmless enough, at the time, to ask Conrad along.

"You can see in the dark, right?" Hanna had said, eager as ever and practically dragging Conrad out of his apartment and into the night. "When you go all bat and stuff! I mean, yeah, Abraham has those flashlight eyes and all but he can't really see with them like you can. So this way if it's something that's gonna hide if we put on a light, you'll be able to spot it and then we'll know what it is and then I'll know what to do with it! Y'know, hopefully."

Conrad hadn't exactly seemed reassured by this (possibly partly because Hanna seemed to be ignoring his protests of "I don't exactly have a handle on the whole... bat thing yet," or "I actually had some work I was doing?" or "You could've at least called me first") but, in the end, he had followed them willingly enough. Sort of.

The building looked old, but nice; the entrance and hallway were clean and well-lit and seemed almost cheerful. The stairs leading into the basement, on the other hand...

Hanna had been the one to venture forth first, of course. "I bet it's not even that bad," he'd said, and stepped down into the darkness.

It had taken a minute, the three of them huddled close together on the dark, dank stairs, for Conrad to manage popping himself into bat form, and then it took another minute for him to give up on flap-flailing around and collapse onto Hanna's shoulder instead. He'd muttered an "I hate this," but sat up a little to peer around anyway. "Um, there might be something in the corner there, maybe."

He'd sounded doubtful, but they'd moved closer to where he pointed anyway, and he'd got airborne after another try. "Yeah, there's definitely something-" he'd started to say, and that was when the troll stood up.

One of Hanna's books had a description of trolls; it didn't really do the size of them justice. The thing is huge- eight feet tall and nearly as broad, with oversized limbs that'd look funny if they weren't, well, sort of horrifying. He looks at it now and thinks that it's very possible that they're in over their heads. As usual.

As the troll stands, Conrad screeches in alarm, trying to flail away- but somehow the troll is fast, and one enormous arm swings towards him, sending him flying towards the wall with another screech that turns to a human yell as he smacks into the brick.

"Fuck, fuck," Conrad's saying, ducking as the troll's hand smashes into the wall beside him, trying to dodge away- failing, crying out as one massive fist slams into his arm.

It happens so fast, he hasn't even had a chance to react or even think what he should be doing. Fortunately, for once, Hanna's impulsiveness pays off; he runs at the troll, already scribbling a rune onto his palm as he goes.

The flame flaring up from Hanna's hand makes the troll reel back, roaring, all of its attention diverted to keeping as far from the fire as possible. "Daniel!" Hanna calls, but he doesn't need telling; he's already crouching at Conrad's side, helping him to his feet, grabbing the back of Hanna's shirt to yank him towards the door. "Wait, we can't just-"

"We can come back later," he says firmly, not relaxing his grip even a little bit. They hadn't come in expecting a fucking troll, and there is no way in hell he's letting Hanna stick around to try to deal with the thing now. Judging by the way Hanna scrambles up the stairs, he probably isn't really inclined to argue anyway.

As soon as they're out of the basement- back in the jarringly bright, quiet foyer- Hanna slams the door behind them, and sets to work drawing protective runes all around the frame. Beside him, Conrad is whimpering, right arm clutched to his chest, eyes glazed behind his glasses. His legs probably won't support him much longer. "Can you change again?" he asks, and Conrad looks up at him blankly. "So that we can carry you," he says; Conrad doesn't seem to hear him for a long moment, but eventually he nods.

It takes less work, this time, for Conrad to switch forms. Maybe he's getting the hang of it. It seems to exhaust him, though, or maybe that's just from the pain- one wing is crumpled in a way that looks... bad. He holds Conrad carefully against his chest, and waits for Hanna to finish the binding spells he's weaving.

Hanna's uncharacteristically quiet on the way to Worth's, continually shooting glances at the huddled ball of Conrad in his hands. Probably feeling guilty, he thinks.

He should probably feel guilty himself, for feeling glad that- for once- it isn't Hanna that he's carrying, broken and whimpering, to Worth's office. He should. But he doesn't.

Worth's in, of course. He always seems to be. And- again, of course- he's immediately unsympathetic at the sight of Conrad in his hands. "I ain't a goddamn vet," he says, and then Conrad tries to sit up, whimpers and falls back again, and Worth stops. "Back room," he says after a moment, and turns away.

"You're harder t' fix like this," Worth tells Conrad once he's been set on the exam table. "Make yerself useful n change back. Hanna, go find some paper, I'm gonna need some things. Dead Bloke..." Worth pauses, looks him over. "Stand there n look broody." He turns back to Conrad, who shifts forms abruptly, nearly falling off the table in the process. "Now ain't it nice when people do what I tell 'em to. C'mon, Hanna, yer holdin' us up."

From the way Conrad's moaning to himself, the changing back and forth isn't doing his arm any good. Worth ignores him, though, and waves away the papers when Hanna comes back with them. "Those're for you. I'm gonna need..." He pokes experimentally at Conrad's arm, making him cringe and whimper. "Two numbing an' a guiding. An' while you're doin' it you can go ahead n tell me what the fuck you were thinkin' dragging him into your stupid shit in the first place."

There's real vehemence in Worth's voice at this last, which kind of surprises him. Maybe Worth just likes to yell at people. "I didn't know it was going to be a troll," Hanna snaps back, but it's half-hearted, and he focuses more than strictly necessary on drawing the runes. "I wouldn't have brought him if I'd known. I wouldn't've even gone myself," he adds, which is probably an outright lie. Worth seems to know it, too, from the way he rolls his eyes.

He doesn't argue the point, though; just takes the first of the runes and presses it to Conrad's upper arm to transfer and activate it, doing the same with the next two. After a moment of working in silence- dragging his fingertips down the full length of Conrad's arm in strange, twisting patterns- he says, "Next time you get it into your head to run off like a moron, bring the werewolf instead. At least she ain't completely fuckin' useless."

"Ugh," Conrad says, sounding half-slurred and distant but slightly more like himself again. "Fuck off, Worth."

"Busy, princess." He moves on to Conrad's hand- tracing over the bones, it looks like. "You went n shattered like the delicate fuckin' china you are. Can't even heal this shit- all I can do is line it back up. Serves you right for followin' him anyway, y'ask me."

Conrad mutters an "I didn't," but it's fairly weak. Hanna fidgets beside him, turns away when Conrad cries out sharply. "Fuck," Conrad says after a moment, somehow managing to sound out of breath; Hanna leans into him, burrowing into his coat a little, probably still feeling guilty. Which he doubts is helped much by Conrad's low, worried, "Is this- will I- I mean, I need my hands, I make my living with them, so I-"

Worth grunts at him in annoyance. "Hold the fuck still, this's hard enough without you wrigglin' around like a goddamn landed fish." Worth isn't helping things much either, he supposes, except in the physical sense. Which isn't really the sense that matters to him personally right now, with Hanna still pressed to his side. "You'll be fine, stop cryin' about it," Worth says eventually. "It ain't even your drawin' hand anyway." Conrad's shoulders seem to untense, a little, and he feels Hanna's do the same.

After another few minutes of silence, Conrad slumps over a little, ending up with his forehead pressed to Worth's shoulder. It looks deliberate, so far as he can tell; Conrad must still be hurting, or maybe tired. Worth's hand comes up, touches the back of his neck, fingers briefly ruffling the hair at the nape. He's a little surprised Conrad doesn't complain about it. Actually, if anything, he seems to lean in closer. Maybe he just doesn't feel like protesting over so brief a touch; the next second, Worth's stepping away anyway.

"Right," he says, "that's as much as I can do for now. Gonna need blood- fresh stuff, n plenty. S'pose I'll call Lamont, cos I know you're still too much of a fuckin' pansy-ass to go out n bite someone."

Before Conrad can argue- he's already glaring, gearing up- Hanna says "Thanks, Doc," and Conrad's mouth snaps shut. He adds his own somewhat surly "Thanks," after a moment, and Worth smirks at him.

It's kind of comforting to be shoved out of Worth's office. It's so normal, it's hard to imagine anything particularly dire is happening when Worth is still being so entirely himself.

"Fuck off," Worth tells them, almost cheerfully; "He'll be fine, he's just complainin'," and "No more haulin' him along for your stupid-ass adventures," and (obviously knowing it's pointless) "No more stupid-ass adventures. I mean it, Hanna, cut it the fuck out already."

Hanna just smiles at him. "I'll bring you some runes tomorrow or something. Thanks again," he says, and they head out, the door clicking shut on Worth's grumbling behind them.

The walk home is quiet again. Conrad might be okay, but he can tell that Hanna's still feeling guilty, or at least upset about something. It makes him worry. He doesn't want Hanna doing dangerous things, but he can't help but dislike seeing him so discouraged.

"I'm glad it wasn't you," he says suddenly. He hadn't really planned on admitting to that. That sort of snuck up on him; he's not sure why.

Hanna shoots him a sideways look, mostly surprised and maybe amused, maybe something else too. "Don't let Worth hear you say that," he says, and he doesn't sound like he's kidding.

He gives this a moment of consideration before answering. Worth had been a bit harsh, but... "I don't think he likes seeing you hurt, either." It hasn't been all that long, really, since the theater, Worth's flippant way of asking him to look after Hanna, the exasperation underneath his casual tone. The affection, even further underneath. He'll readily admit he's not the best at reading people, but he hasn't got any doubts when it comes to Worth's feelings towards Hanna.

But it seems like Hanna's not quite as sure. "Heh. He doesn't, but," Hanna shrugs, "I'm pretty sure Conrad getting hurt instead is like his least favorite possible alternative. He probably would rather be fixing me instead."

That doesn't sound likely to him at all. Worth doesn't even seem to particularly like Conrad, mostly- not that he seems to like anyone much, but Hanna at least brings out some sort of protective instinct.

Though he'd been pretty protective of Conrad tonight, too. He wonders if maybe he's missing something.

Regardless: "I'd rather it be him and not you," he says decisively, and Hanna grins up at him.

"Yeah? Well." Hanna's cheeks are faintly pink, he notices. It's cute. "That's pretty cool. I mean you don't seem to have a whole lot of selfish impulses so that makes me feel pretty, y'know, special and junk." It's offhand, teasing, but he thinks maybe there's an undercurrent of real pleasure in there, too. Maybe he's getting better at reading people.

He reaches out, tangles their fingers together, and Hanna's cheeks get pinker, but he doesn't pull away.

There's still a troll to be dealt with at some point, he supposes, and Conrad might be mad at them for a while, but for now... It's actually a pretty nice night, and Hanna's hand is warm in his, whole and unbroken and safe.

Making the Same Mistakes Again
Once again, words by Spook and art by Caco.
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It's been 18 years since the last time he had a broken bone- memorable, because it was also the last time his mother had let him go to Jacob Newley's house, which meant he was the only kid in class to miss out on that summer's one and only pool party. He'd cried at the hospital, but not too much, because he could already tell his mom was mad and he wanted to be good so she wouldn't yell at him for climbing trees in the first place. The doctor had been really nice, though. She'd brought him a pudding from the cafeteria.

He thinks, now, that he's probably in shock, which is why his mind's wandering like this. There's a lot of pain, but it's almost distant, and mostly he just feels cold. Which is kind of weird, because even though he knows he is cold, he doesn't actually feel it anymore. Not like this, anyway, like a chill all the way through him. He has a vague moment of wishing Worth was nearby (Worth's like a goddamn human radiator) then he realizes Hanna's Zombie Sidekick is trying to say something to him.

Changing back into a bat doesn't sound so great- it sounds like work, quite frankly- but being carried sounds good. He's not really sure his legs are going to hold out too much longer; he'd probably be feeling faint except doesn't that come from a loss of blood to the brain or something? Well, actually in that case he's probably more likely to faint, but- right. Bat-shape. Right.

The trip to Worth's is a blur; the change seems to make his arm (wing) hurt worse, or maybe it just clears his head enough for him to feel it, but either way all he can think is pain, pain, pain, sharp stabbing pain that puts a haze over his eyes and makes him see stars with every jostle to his right side. He only knows they've reached Worth's because he happens to catch the familiar scent as he's gasping for breath he doesn't actually need.

When he tries to sit up, his wing gets jarred in a way that makes his vision white out completely for a minute. It's possible he makes some embarrassing noises; it's kinda likely that he falls over. He's not really sure, though. The next thing he's aware of is being set on the table, and Worth hovering over him.

It takes a minute for Worth's words to sink in: change back again. Right. That sounds like a completely fucking awful idea, but maybe it means he'll stop hurting soon. Or maybe this'll be bad enough that he'll actually pass out, which would actually be pretty welcome right now.

He doesn't pass out, but he does nearly fall; he's kind of too busy gasping in pain to care about how embarrassing that would've been. The shift makes his arm feel like it's full of stabbing things, and he's a little afraid that those stabbing things are bits of his own bones, and he's really not willing to look at his arm right now to find out. He whimpers to himself instead, closes his eyes, tries to ignore the way Worth is jabbing at him and snapping at Hanna and just generally being an asshole. The familiarity of it is almost comforting, really.

The hit of the first rune to his arm is like ice water being poured down his spine, only in a good way. It makes the pain sort of blur, and the second rune seems to be more of the same. "Oh," he murmurs softly, relieved, barely more than an exhale, and Worth's fingers brush his hip in a way that could almost pass for accidental. He has no idea what the next rune does, but at least it doesn't hurt, and then Worth's doing something weird that he decides to just ignore in favor of basking in the snow-cold numbness keeping the pain away.

"Next time you get it into your head to run off like a moron," Worth's saying, snapping at Hanna, sounding genuinely annoyed, "bring the werewolf instead. At least she ain't completely fuckin' useless."

Ugh, just when he'd started feeling benevolent and almost-fond towards Worth for whatever the hell he's doing to his arm. "Fuck off," he mumbles, and Worth answers him somehow- words words words, it's all sort of fuzzy. Worth's being a jerk, though, he can follow that much. And he's aware Worth's moved on to messing with his hand, because it's a little less numb than his arm, and then it isn't numb at all because ow and fuck.

He realizes he's making really pathetic noises, makes himself stop. Fuck, his hand fucking hurts and somehow that thought makes it through the cotton cloud around his brain and flips the panic switch. "I- my hands," he says, or slurs, or babbles; he doesn't think he's making too much sense right now but apparently enough of it gets through.

"Hold still," Worth snaps at him, and says some more stuff, too, and somewhere in there is reassurance and even if the words don't get through his tone does, and Conrad feels the tension slide out of his shoulders pretty much immediately. He's sort of surprised to realize how readily he's willing to take Worth's word that he'll be okay.

The pain fades back again a bit, enough for Worth's actual words to register, and the implications that go along with them- his drawing hand, he'd said. Ha. So Worth's been paying attention; the sudden warm feeling in his chest might have something to do with the affection thing that they don't talk about, but he's sure it can just as easily be blamed on the runes somehow, or maybe the pain.

Still, Worth's hands are surprisingly gentle where they're running over his arms, and it almost gets a smile out of him. The affection thing (that they don't talk about, ever, seriously) is apparently mutual.

Whatever Worth's doing is helping, though; after a minute the numbness starts to turn to warmth, radiating out from his arm to all along his right side. It's such a fucking relief that it makes him sigh a little, slouching forward a bit to press his forehead to Worth's shoulder. Worth's ridiculously bony shoulder, ow, but even that's kind of okay because Worth reaches up, touching the back of his neck, ruffling his hair a little.

He closes his eyes, still for a moment, feeling Worth's warm breath puff against his scalp along with a barely-audible, "Fag." And somehow even that sends a rush of affection through him, and he reaches out with his good hand, just a bit, just enough, not actually touching Worth's hand where it's resting on the table but edging a little closer, a silent I guess I wouldn't fight it or anything if you wanted to touch me.

There's maybe the briefest hesitation- and then Worth's hand inches forward; the tips of their fingers brush, tangle for a moment, then pull apart as Worth steps away.

"Right," he says. And then proceeds to basically push Hanna and Zombie Sidekick out the door, while simultaneously reestablishing himself as a huge fucking jerk. Like Conrad needed the reminder.

It's so quiet once the others are out of the room; exhaustion sneaks up on him suddenly, and he's tempted to just lay right there on the table. The grubby, skeezy table. That he probably won't want to get up from once he's down, since he's so goddamn sore and sleepy right now. Yeah, okay, maybe not.

Worth's bed isn't exactly great- it's pretty shitty, in fact- but right now it sounds like heaven. He keeps his right arm clutched close to his chest and makes his way down the hall, collapsing (carefully) onto the ridiculous pile of pillows covering half the bed. One of these days, he thinks, he really ought to get a mattress pad, or maybe a new mattress entirely.

Before he can let himself be too horrified by that thought, Worth wanders in, thankfully distracting him with his grumbling. "You're a fucking moron," is the first thing he says, and Conrad wonders if he even actually gives a shit or if he just likes yelling at people. He's thinking the latter.

Either way, he's still hurting enough to not want to bother arguing back. "And you're an asshole, and we all play the hand we're dealt. Are you really going to call Lamont?" Worth shoots him a glare, then turns away to rummage in a box that Conrad knows contains a variety of things with sharp edges. Ha. That's a no.

"Gonna have to," Worth says, which he hadn't expected. "You're gonna need fresh, more'n I got, n you're too fuckin' useless to get it yourself." His tone's mild, though, and he's climbing into bed holding a pocket knife, and Conrad's still achy and exhausted and, suddenly, really really hungry. "It'll keep 'til later, though." And he drags the knife across the inside of his arm, just above the wrist, hissing in a sharp breath as the blood wells.

The smell hits him like a slap- fuck, he's starving and Worth smells amazing and he finds himself lunging without really meaning to, latching onto Worth's arm in sudden desperation; he feels mindless, as dazed and needy and out of control as he'd been the first night this thing between them started. Except now he's had months (don't think about how many months) of experience with Worth, and he knows exactly what each of the noises he's making mean, can gauge his pleasure from the tightness of the grip on his hair, knows where to touch on the inside of Worth's arm to make his groans stutter into something a little more breathless.

It makes him want more and suck harder, biting at the already broken skin, making Worth jerk against him and make an entirely new noise. He's maybe being too rough, but fuck, he can't stop- and Worth's not exactly discouraging him with the way he's gasping and yanking at his hair and he tastes like he's already close to the edge without so much as a hand on him. "Fuck," Worth says, distant and faint, and he loses himself in the taste and the smell and the feel of Worth against him, gripping him closer.

And then, abruptly, Worth's grip slackens, and it's not because he's come because Conrad would've noticed that and then he thinks shit and pries himself away, panting for breath he doesn't need and swallowing convulsively.

Fuck, he can tell at a glance that he's taken more than he should've; Worth isn't pale or anything but he looks shaky, pupils blown wide, breath coming fast, words slurring when he snaps "The fuck'd you stop for?"

Right, and he's the stupid one. "Oh, y'know, I just figured I'd not kill you, sorry about that." He moves his arm a little experimentally, finds it feels a hell of a lot better already. Worth smacks at his head for it, though.

"Stop undoin' all my hard fuckin' work, hold still. Christ." Worth's looking kind of weak but he shoves Conrad back anyway, pushing him flat into the pillows and shifting to straddle his chest. "You just stay right the fuck there," he says, voice gone low and gravelly in a way that he finds kind of embarrassingly hot; "Stay right there n open that mouth for me," and his hand's back in Conrad's hair, tilting his head back, other hand shoving his jeans down over his hips to free his dick, hard and a little wet at the tip and Conrad just gives up, groans and opens his mouth because there's no point in trying to pretend he doesn't want this so fucking badly.

Worth pushes in slow, watching as his dick slides over Conrad's lips, against his tongue, cheeks hollowing as he sucks; "You fuckin' love this, don't you," he murmurs, and Conrad almost wants to close his eyes against it, hide from it since he hasn't got the words to deny it, but fuck- he does love it, loves the weight on his tongue, the way it stretches his mouth, the taste and the smell and the sound of Worth's heartbeat surrounding him, and instead of closing his eyes he looks up to meet Worth's gaze looking down.

"Fuck," Worth hisses, and shoves in rougher, faster, bumping against the back of his throat and making them both moan, pulling back out just so he can push in again even harder, fingers of both hands gone brutally tight in his hair. "Fuck, yeah, take it, that's-"

And then somehow the pocket knife's in his hand again, blade digging into his thumb, and he's pushing his thumb- fuck, pushing his thumb in alongside his dick, stretching Conrad's mouth further, hot blood against his tongue and it makes him jerk, makes him keen, embarrassingly high pitched but holy shit he doesn't care, he absolutely does not give a fuck. He sucks desperately, his own hips pushing up against nothing as Worth starts to fuck his face in earnest, swearing continuously under his breath, free hand curving around the back of Conrad's head to keep him right fucking there.

His fingers curl tight, suddenly, yanking hard, pushing deep and holding there and if Conrad actually had to breathe he'd be choking but instead he just moans, and swallows, and Worth says "Fuck, fuck," hips snapping as he comes down Conrad's throat.

Worth stays exactly as he is for a moment, hissing and twitching as he rides out the aftershocks, fingers combing loose and easy now and probably making a fucking mess out of his hair but it's pretty much impossible to care about that right now. He whimpers, after a minute, Worth's thumb still bleeding a little in his mouth and if that keeps up too much longer, seriously, he might just come from that alone.

But Worth's apparently feeling benevolent; he pulls back at last, split thumb rubbing along Conrad's lips, then sliding down to grip at his throat and tilt him up for a kiss and, fuck, he knows that thumb can't actually be closing off his breathing because he doesn't breathe but apparently his body doesn't care, judging by the way it makes his dick jump. Fuck, he never used to have kinks before.

"Y'know," Worth says against his lips, and then bites, "I'm thinkin' if I get you off it'd be like positive reinforcement for you to do stupid shit again, n we can't have that." He's pretty sure he whines; he's beyond caring, even when Worth snickers at him. "Christ, you're a crybaby." But oh, fuck, yes, he's sliding down the bed and Conrad can't help but arch a little even though nothing's happened yet.

Worth's looking kind of sleepy, heavy-lidded and lazy and probably still woozy from the double hit of endorphins and blood loss- but that's usually when he's at his most agreeable, and fuck, yes, he curls a hand around Conrad's dick without preamble, stroking slow and tight once, twice, then leans in to suck at the head, lips soft and wet and lush and warm around him.

He yelps, grabs at Worth's hair; Worth glares at him, swats at his hand, but doesn't pull away, and when Conrad switches from grabbing to petting he leaves off on the glaring. Worth doesn't do this much, though he seems to like it well enough, so Conrad fully intends to enjoy it while he can. Which sadly really isn't going to be very long because fuck, he's so close, he feels like he's been close for ages and when Worth sucks again he shudders and whimpers and tries to hold himself back just a little bit longer.

Except then Worth gets devious, and fuck, he really has been paying attention- one hand splays on his belly, the other nudges up behind his balls, knuckle pressing right at the sweet spot that makes him jerk and Worth sucks, so slow, so easy, like he's going to do it all goddamn night and then suddenly it's hard and rough and hotwetperfect and he's biting his own lip and making muffled embarrassing noises as he comes, and Worth (fuck, Jesus) swallows around him.

"Fucking hell," he says weakly after a bit, and Worth looks smug.

They drift quietly for a bit, too worn out to bother with bickering or anything else. He drapes his right arm over his ribs, eyeing it dubiously; there's still faint runes on it, and it still hurts, though nowhere near as much. His left hand's still in Worth's hair, and he can't bring himself to give a shit about that, or about the fact that Worth's using his stomach as a pillow and looks to already be half asleep. Whatever, it means he gets all the real pillows, and Worth kicks out heat better than any blanket.

His mind's wandering again as he starts to doze off, back to being in the hospital at 10 and Doctor Cartwright sneaking him chocolate pudding because she said he'd been so brave about his broken ankle. He wonders if Worth's got chocolate pudding; he wonders if Worth would eat a chocolate pudding just so he could get a secondhand taste. Both sound pretty unlikely, but then he remembers that he's not getting a secondhand taste of anything for a bit because Worth is stupid.

>>53121

"Hey." He tugs at Worth's hair, nudges him until he opens his eyes to glare blearily. "Go drink some orange juice or something." Worth grunts in irritation, closes his eyes again. "Seriously, you're going to hurt yourself- or I'm going to hurt you. You really need to start, y'know, stopping me when I'm going too far."

"Yeah," Worth says, and squints one eye open to give him a look that clearly says not likely. "Tell you what, you stop followin' Hanna into his stupid-ass adventures n I'll think about it." Where 'think about it,' he knows, means 'have another cigarette and ignore you'. He speaks fluent Worth by now.

It strikes him suddenly that holy shit, they're worrying about each other. It's a horrifying thought, and his first instinct should probably be to shove Worth away, to get out of here as quickly as possible and back to the relatively normal, boring life waiting for him in his flat.

But instead, he laughs- a real laugh, a kind of embarrassing guffawing sort of laugh that shakes him all through and makes Worth make noises of irritation at the way his pillow's suddenly become less stable. "What the fuck," he grumbles, and pins Conrad down by his left wrist. "Stop fucking flailing around."

Which only makes it worse, of course, turning the guffaw into more of a giggle, and there's no way in hell he's explaining why. "Yeah," he says instead, and makes himself settle down, though he can't stop the grin. "Okay. Hey- have you got any pudding?"

>>53121

I just-- I can't--- I don't even--- Hnngh.

THANK YOU ANON FOR POSTING THIS.

>>53119
I love how Zombie is so ignorant that's so cute.
>>53121
You guys spoil us askjhflalsk don't stop.

NEW STRIP MOTHERFUCKERS

>>53135

AAAAAAAAAA PLES IS LIKE, RIGHT THERE COME ON OH GOD

that last panel needs to be on a t-shirt

>>53135

What the hell Conrad, go take your midol.

>>53135

I love puppy!Toni's expression in the first panel. Somewhere between "HNGHHH" and "DRRRP". Or maybe "TA-DAAA".

>>53000

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaMso75ddb8

>>53137

I second this so hard.

Saw this the other day while babysitting--couldn't help but think of Worth and Conrad. :B

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yol9Sm8zFP0#t=2m45s

>>53178
YES.

>>53012
Kindof late but I'd just like to point out that Hanna seems to be morphing bit-by-bit from being short to looking like jailbait
I don't think that's a bad thing at all

>>53201
I have been saying this since goddamn middle of chapter 2.

He's got the Tsuna syndrome (anyone familiar with Hitman Reborn will know what I'm talking about). Basically, the more fans, the more MOE Hanna gets, the more he turns into shotajailbait.

Despite being 24, no less.

Can someone post the link that leads to the preliminary strip sketches on Tessa's pb again?

>>53211
That...sounds a little bad. D:

>>53211

Eeeurugh do not want.

>>53178

I DID TOO AND THOUGHT THE EXACT SAME THING!!! I thought I was just taking the obsession too far...

>>53222
>>53221
Eh, it's what happens. Notice how pretty much ALL the characters went up in "attraction" level?

It's what happens, man. I've seen it in so many fandoms (usually animu, but whatever) it's not even funny.

>>53239

No way. Taking the obsession too far is seeing Worth during friendly gatherings-- Swear to God I saw this guy that reminded me of him at my friend's 25th birthday party. Looked and talked like him but he was in this ridiculously fashionable *purple shirt*. I immediately made up a story about Worth's sister forcing a younger Worth to dress nicely for a change. [He was even kind of an asshole, it was great. He was pissed the first drinks we ordered seemed to have no alcohol so when the waiter asks if he wanted a refill he pasted on this fake smile and said yes. Then he goes, "But tell them to put alcohol in it this time, mate." I just...died.]

QUALITY GOES

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Regular updates are back? :D

>>53256

Oh God I'm going to jizz in my pants this suspense is killing me

>>53257

right there with you baby

>>53256

Tessa said in the DeviantArt comments:
"I worked really hard to make sure I didn't make a typo and leave the 'L' out of "clocks" guys, because wooooo, would've that been a tragic (but probably hilarious) error."

GOOD FREAKING JESUS, THIS GUY LOVES COCKS.

>>53256

the typo would be a good excuse to make a cockwhore! Ples... or have every clock in his house be shaped like a dick..

>>53261

I like to think younger!Ples was a c(l)ockwhore, no one that gay and adorable can get away with it

I'm actually worried that Ples might be dead... D:

but the whole oil/blood thing is a tad interesting :3c

>>53264

I doubt it, he just barely got into the comic now, why would Tessa kill him off?

I actually wouldn't be surprised if another visit to Worth's was on the horizon--now with bonus wounded!Ples.

Guys guys guys. He's probably killing a whore. With a chainsaw. While running after her in a pair of white nike's (jesus, why do i think he's patrick bateman?)

I made a bad.

>>53283

LOL NO DUDE YOU MADE A GOOD
LAUGHING SO HARD RN

>>53283
hahahahHAHAHA oh my god this is beautiful

>>53283

Clockwork cocks? Steampunk dildos?

Incidentally, when I was making that, I found this lovely floral patterned dildo, which is definitely the one he would use.

>>53295

Would go so well with the tea set.

You should see some of the stupidly expensive artisan glass and china stuff they have in Europe. Like... £300 artdildo.

>>53211
KHR fandom is really up on this comic. Though I don't know why it surprises me each time, it totally makes sense.

More relevant to the discussions - at least Hanna is meant to look more like a teenager than a 24-year-old.

>>53000
This is ... the greatest.

>>53283
Oh god, it's beautiful. Also pffft Tessa you were totally asking for that.

>>53295>>53297
Uh, wow, that's actually pretty? I once saw this toy designed to look sort of like a jack-in-the-pulpit flower, kind of thing you could really just put on your shelf and get compliments on for being a sculpture. :D

>>53301
LANDSHARK <3 candygram?

Landshark, LOLS. Now I see Veser drinking Landshark.

A Cockwork Orange.
I want to see this happen.

We have seem to have run into a dry spell for fanarts.
Did people on DA stop making them or something?

Have a thing.

>>53217

i'd like this too please :)

>>53354

This is now the pairing name for Ples/Hanna.
Somebody, make with the porns please~

I just finished this doodle I drew a while ago. Enjoy some Worth Ples.

>>53410

AGREED. this must happen

>>53217 >>53377
This is the link to the last sketch she has posted: http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn137/stillwithoutvoid/hbn_145.jpg If it doesn't make sense, don't worry; she did some rescripting, and everything past about 135 is now out of continuity. Personally, I like these pages better; I understand that she wanted to change things around and maybe get to the action sooner, but these flow really well and have some great character interaction. Plus, juicy info about Lamont and vampires.

>>53518
yeah, the character interaction may be delicious, but I've been waiting half a year for Ples to arrive, and it seems like he's about to bust in on the scene and start being all villanious. (At least one of his personalities is going to, hehe) and I like this faster pace a hell of a lot. Also, I think this whole scene with Lamont will get shown after Hanna gets his ass kicked by Ples and has to go to Worth. hahaha. Cause we all know how crappy he is at kicking ass. not getting hurt.

Yeah, but even if he does somehow get out unscathed, they need to get the talisman fixed, so this scene will still happen. Ples DEFINITELY takes priority over pleasant chat.

>>53518>>53523
Thanks! I lost that link a while back, but it seems like I didn't miss anything new anyway. I really enjoyed those last few sketch pages but I'm pretty sure they'll fit into the comic later (at least I hope she works them in). I agree that we need to get some Ples action right now. But hey, the real question is, when will we ever get to see Abner? :P I kind of really hope we meet him before brand-new-cake-guy-whose-name-I-forget. Not that I'm not sure we'll love that kid because shit, which (cute, male) character don't we love...

P.S. sorry it is taking me FOREVER to writefag for you folks, I work on it a little bit every night and hopefully it will be worth it in the end?

>>53530
Eh, no pressure.
Is that a pun I see thar, magpie?

Just found how the old plotline was supposed to go. Posting pages from Tessa's Photobucket.

1/10

2/10

3/10

4/10

>>53574

shit. sorry, forgot to spoiler. it won't let me delete it either. I can re-upload it if someone else deletes it. sorry :/

5/10

6/10

7/10

8/10

9/10

10/10

that's all she has right now, nothing after that. sorry again for the un-spoiler'd one!

>>53530
When I talked to Tessa at AX about him she said she hoped to have Abner in the comic by chapter five "if she ever gets there" (her words not mine, haha). And I think we're on chapter -- two or three right now? I dunno'.
I'm really excited for Dalley (Endo)/cake dude, but yeah, I hope he comes after Abner's made an entrance as Abner's one of my favorites. Can't remember if she mentioned when he'd (Dalley) pop up, though. Sorry~.

>>53586

I believe she said in a Livestream that Abner might be appearing, albeit briefly, at the end of the current chapter and possibly the beginning of the next. I'm not quite sure, though, my memory's a bit fuzzy and I heard this from somebody else.

>>53580

This is hilarious.

>>53523

I can see the original sketches showing up next chapter. Hanna still has to fix the pendant. But yeah, the flow of the current strip is steady, and it might be off to jump from an interaction lull into this huge introduction of a charcter we - and tessa- have been dying to get to.

>>53421 hahaha,christ pless always did strick me as the type to pick up guys from bars. XD

How many of you have pre-ordered a signed and sketched chapter 1 from 4DE? I check my mailbox everyday and always :( because it hasn't come yet.

>>53638
Well, I didn't order the book, but when I ordered a shirt, it took 3 weeks to arrive. Maybe it's the average for all product deliveries?

srsly. Need Worth's number.

>>53638
I'm pretty sure they haven't been printed yet. Once they get printed, THEN they get shipped to Tessa for signage and sketchage, THEN they get shipped to us. So it's gonna be a while. :|

>>53656
Pfffft, hahaha. One day you will troll a fellow Hannafag and that'll be epic.

>>53649

The 4DE thing was a pre-order. They still have to make them and send them to Tessa for her to sign/sketch and then send them to you. It's gonna take a while lol

Does anyone else follow the HiNABN tumblrs? I'm new on /coq/ so I dunno if this has been posted in any other threads, but why is there still a fucking rivalry? It pisses me off. I think one is worksafe and the mods or whatever from bigger one seems to just keep ripping into it, guys, seriously what, I just want to see some fucking art.I've unfollowed a few people because they keep being assholes about it, for no real reason.
WTH is with this fandom and the constant bitching, is it because we're all women with swollen ovaries or what? Goddamn.

>>53669
Uh, I don't follow either of those things so I've got no idea what their deal is, but since we don't need any new wank anywhere I'm gonna say let's leave that shit over there. (I have no idea what all the bitchiness is about. There's some really nice, talented people in this fandom and I usually just enjoy them and ignore the rest.)

Have a cute thing I saved from DA.

soooo I guess I'll just leave this here. Probably not doing a background because I'm so tired of working on it, oh my god.

>>53669
Generally, yeah, the whole being a little more than I'd say 95 percent - give or take - is definitely part of it.
Most people really get bitchy after an "explosion of popularity with the fandom," and then the mindless faggotry begins. Seriously, that's when our favourite artists begin to get bigger and hit first page on their own with the fandom and care really only for that portion of their art. Then we get pissy about newfags and drop out of the fandom.
It's basically what happened with Naruto, South Park, et cetera...

ENOUGH WANK - let's get some porn going already !

Also, I'm posting ALL of my porn ( including the hetero stuff with femme!Conrad ) to my livejournal. It's easy to find since the username is still Biacide. :I

>>53669

I haven't noticed any ripping into the worksafe one, but the worksafe one has "because SOME PEOPLE want a break from slash" or something along those lines in their description and it always came off as a little snarky to me. Whatever, I check both cause I like checking out the art and try not to pay attention to wank. I'm here for the comic~

New OTP.

>>53699
Post them heeeeeere.

waddup coq

>>53721
I CAN'T POST THE HETERO STUFF
THAT'S CHEATING.
RIGHT ?

>>53530 may I ask who this cake-guy is? I am@constantly out of the loop in this fandom XD

>>53731

We've done it over in the other threads - NSFW or Spoiler-tag it and warn people it's het and you should be okay.

>>53729
YESSS, I missed you, your style makes me ridiculously happy and this is hilarious <3

>>53732
Haha, don't worry, he's yet another future character Tessa couldn't help but leak (during a livestream?). Dalley Endo, works in a cake shop, wears a cute apron, that's all we know. Will possibly call in the Hannagang to deal with his paranormal problems? Haunted cakes? We can only hope.

>>53736
That. Would be. Freaking hilarious. Seriously - I want a haunted cake - make this canon or something.
I think Endo will just be filler for a bit, like some kind of ridiculously cute guy in a Lamont-situation of character.

>>53733
And yes, I've seen people do that before, but mostly just because there were boobs in genderbent doodles, or vagina alerts for LESBIANS ( which is still queer - unlike het ).
I'll post here when I'm finished then, but yeah. I still feel like I'm cheating.

>>53732

Used some google-fu and dug up these posts!

>>45527
>>45528

Does anyone know which part it was were all the Hanna art with zombies arms coming out of his back were posted?

>>53788 The artist is Lascaux, and you can find the first of the series on their ygal: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/678140/ . The next four pics also got multi-armed Hanna going for them.

>>53808
tyvm <3

oh yeah so
I've got a bunch of pictures from the Otakon photoshoot I keep meaning to put up
they're not very good but
um
have some Shiva!Hanna?

>>53860
Haha, holy crap.
I'm that Hanna in front with the hat... oh god.
Also, InvaderxJaden on deviantart has quite a bit of the Otakon photoshoot, if you want them all. :T

http://www.johnnywander.com/comics/55
what the hell? why does this comics characters resemble hinabns so much?

>>53933
Already been done !
I know there was a picture of that EXACT comic edited to be Hanna somewhere.

>>53933
Difference is that these are actually based on true events.

>>53933
>>53938
Johnnywander is older than hinabn too.

>>53877

lol omg did someone just insinuate that Yuko ripped off Tessa

because if so LOL FOREVER

>>53933
The style looks nothing like HNaBN LMAO
god this fandom sometimes

but what about http://www.johnnywander.com/comics/179

>>53947
Isn't Johnny Wander based off things that actually happened to Yuko? Chances are it's all just coincidence (I think somebody made this connection a billion threads ago)

>>53947
You've got to be shitting me anon. Take a look at the date each comic was created. Realize that the "goofy childish guy" and "serious straight man" characters have become archetypes -- in webcomics especially. Shush now. Let it go.

We uh... realise Yuko is a girl, right?
And that the characters in Johnny Wander are like, ya know, based on real people?
No? Okay, now we do.
Shut up and stop being stupid.

Sage for "I have nothing to contribute but crabbiness."

>>53933
Go back and read previous threads. Keep up, man!

>>53933
OH WOW I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW FUCKING RETARDED YOU ARE.

interrupting impending wank with a gross pencil comic.

I could not get this conversation out of my head so I just had to draw it fsgdfsf. hints of het (sort of?) if anyone gives a shit.

>>53970

Hey everyone, here's an idea! Why don't we skip the wank this time, and instead concentrate on how much we enjoyed this. 'Cause I can't be the only one, yes? YES. (Thank you, sneeze, for bringing us this awesomeness, btw! /Much/ more enjoyable than pointless bickering!)

Sage out for no contribution (but the best of intentions).

hey, guys, you know the role-flip AU(s)? the ones where the zombie is alive, and Hanna is a zombie? is there any semi-recent fic set in that kinda world? I've been out of touch with fandom for a while and I have no idea how to find any such fanfic (that... isn't just what I wrote for the kink meme myself) any more. D: I know I've seen a bit of art here and there so that means there must be fic, right?

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6062841/1/Dead_of_Night

Hands down, most interesting mirror!verse I've seen thus far.

>>53970
HI I LOVE YOU. ohh lamont, bein' a nice guy and worrying about worth. this idea is wonderful and asdffasdf I love this.

>>53970
GNEE! <3 comics from you now? You spoil us! And awww, a "we date vampires" heart-to-heart moment at that.

>>52628

WRITEFAGGING WORTH/ABNER SO HARD.

I-.. I love the idea of Abner being such a whore.

sage for no real contribution.

Not mine, but everything about it is hnnnnghh.

>>53970
NGHH SNEEZE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

also hay /coq/, long time no see. Have a silly little Young!ConWorth drawing. (also watch me fail at posting)

>>54111

/dribbles everywhere

>>52782

Wow, abner would clearly be 100x more awesome as a woman. :|

What is the IRC now?

so i had a dream last night, /coq/. i was dating Hanna, and his dad was a real estate agent. his friends convinced him to have a party in one of the houses his dad was going to sell and his dad found out. i ran, and i went back to Hanna's house to see if he was ok. when i showed up his dad was beating the crap out of him in front of his house on the sidewalk. Hanna managed to get in his car (some kind of station wagon) and he drove up and let me in.
at this point he was really really upset, and he just kept driving until we were in the woods on a dirt road. i kept telling him he was going to drive right into the marsh, but he couldn't hear me. at some point the car was driving in reverse and we backed right into the water. the car started to sink into the mud and the water was rising. i grabbed my keys and ipod and waited until the water was up to the ceiling. me and Hanna opened our doors and swam to the surface. a pontoon boat came by and rescued me, and i was screaming and angry because i didn't see Hanna surface or why he drove into the water in the first place. they brought me to shore and put me in the back of a van with a blanket wrapped around me. as we drove away i looked at all the trees out the window and they were made out of rainbow colored curled ribbons. i said to the people driving, "he's dead, isn't he?'' and then i woke up.

Aw, that's sad. Poor Hanna :(

>>54319

Gah, it's hard to tell over the interbutts, but are you being facetious?
Because if not, thanks!
And if so, aww, darn.

>>54483
i know, i felt really sad when i woke up. i have no idea what inspired this dream either, other then that being in a car that crashes into water has been in my dreams since i was little. too much angsty!Hanna fics, maybe?

WHERES ALL THE POOOORN

>>54543

Up your ass.
I made a funny!

>>54543

I'll write you some, if you tell me what you're in the mood for :T

>>54553
Ples/Worth

Please no rape.

>>54554

Any uhh, hm. Theme/setting you want to go with this? A typical doctor visit on Ples' behalf, orrrr...?

>>54555

Nah, that's as cliche as the whole Conrad visiting for blood thing. I think I'd like to see Worth being curious and experimenting though - Ples on top. I'm not sure what Ples's MO would be, so I guess that's up to your creativity as a writefag

>>54556

Aight, expect something by tomorrow

I know I shouldn't complain but this thread is has turned into ghost town!

Anyways, remember the good ol' days of fics with Hanna being ashamed of his chest/abdomen scar? Can anyone rec some good ones like this?

>>53656
I would love to read a fic like this, Hahaha.

>>54556
I seriously never get tired of that situation though, ever.

Why does everyone think that Conrad would just let Worth do things to him to get blood? What about a fic where Conrad, like seriously didn't like it but Worth sure wasn't going to stop?

An actual comment regarding Sugar and Spice:

Dhapmir,you are awesome~~ i was waiting for this. just this. as soon as I started reading the first chapter,i was like "Screw the actual comic,this i way more epicly bromantical~~"

/CO/MRADES PLEASE RESTORE MY FAITH IN FANDOM

Uhh hurrrr. This is what I did with my sunday.

http://quizilla.teennick.com/quizzes/17236340/which-qhanna-is-not-a-boys-nameq-character-are-you

/needs a life

>>54607

what in the actual fuck

>>54609
I'm {...}? How did this... what did I...

I still remember the days when Quizilla was like, the best place to find random fanfiction. That place had so much fun shit. So much.

>>54609 Conrad. Uh...

>54607

This fandom is dead to me.

>>54609

aw, I'm Hanna lol

>>54607

wut. also, just checked out the new chapter- can we go a DAY in this fic without hanna crying? srsly, wtf.

>>54609
a Veser is me!

>>54642>>54639>>54618>>54607

Lol. You guys act like this is your first fandom. There's comments like that no matter which fandom you get into. Besides, this board is for porn (which this thread is sorely lacking) not wank.

>>54609

I'm {...}.
...I have no idea how this happened, but I don't mind.

Have some porn!

>>54651

......... andskasdakdmna
Caco saves the day.

>>54651

Dat fluff ♥

>>54651

Chriiiiiiiiist.

Caco, you are the best thing to happen to this fandom. I dearly hope your obsession never ends. (also dearly hope that there will be companion Spook!fic to the finished picture)

Not really porn, since there's no nudity, but I gift this to you, dearest /coq/.

(FirsttimeuploadingimagesIhopeIdon'tfuckthisupahaha.)

And, for those of you who are aware of Ples-spoilers. If not, I'm hoping we see them in the comic SOON so you guys can come see this version, too.

>>54609
Clearly you've managed to set the whole thing up properly. It's marked me as Doc Worth, after all.

>>54651
Thank you. By gods, the thread needed this.

Caco don't ever, ever change. <3

>>54660 >>54662
Looking at the both of them I keep forgetting that that picture showed him having 2 scars there on his chest. I should remember that. Also they're both awesome, blood makes everything sexy.

>>54651
DAT ASS. Unf and hnnnghs all around.

Caco, I love you.

>>54676
What picture with what scars?
I'm obviously out of the loop, & I wish to be in it!

Also?
Totally digging all the love everybody's showing Ples.
<3

>>54685

Unfo I'm on my phone and can't upload it, but I'm. Pretty sure you can find it in the older threads too. It's a tessa picture of ples licking blood from the corner of his mouth kinda looking how he is in that spoiler'd picture up there. He has two cuts on his chest and one across his face I think?

>>54693
If it's not too much to ask, could you upload it when you're able to? Please and thank you!