Hasn't been a huge amount of content lately. Posting things I'm pretty sure haven't been on /coq/ yet.

HERE YOU GO FAGS. IT'D MAKE MORE SENSE IF YOU READ MY RP LOGS BUT THEY ARE LONGER THAN HANNA'S DICK.

ALSO SEX COMES NEXT PART.

Edit: TYPO. LOL


The video started innocently enough, just a camera going through a well lit apartment into a bedroom where the lights were a little bit brighter and Lamont was standing, in jeans, by a tripod, fiddling with the thing and cursing it a bit.

“Fucking… It won‘t… Okay. There.” Lamont stood back admiring his handy work when he noticed the camera, “Hey.” A soft smile played across his lips before his eyebrows furrowed in amusement.

“Is that thing on?” He asked, walking closer.

“Yeah, man. I finally got the fucker to work.” A voice could be heard from off camera, but it was louder, proving to be whoever held the camera.

“I can‘t fucking believe it. Well done.” He said, stopping in front of it, “I got the tripod all ready to go. So, whenever you‘re good. We‘re set.” The camera shook a little as whoever was carrying it walked over and placed it on the tripod. The angle was set at the bed and, before long, a toned, lanky frame, pulled Lamont into view. The pair sat down on the bed revealing the camera man as Veser, who was wearing a pair of tightish jeans.

“Okay, so, I‘m Veser,” he said, motioning towards his chest, “And this is my man, Monty.” He threw an arm over Lamont’s shoulders, earning himself a nervous smile and a slight blush.

“Last night I decided, ‘Our sex is so great, we should share it with the world. Or at least you.’” He pointed at the screen addressing the viewer, “So, we dug out a camera and a tripod, got some 100 watt bulbs and bought an economy-sized bottle of lube special for the occasion.” He motioned at the items in order, first the camera, then the ceiling and finally pulled out a huge bottle of Eros lubrication.

“We intend to use all of it.” He said with a grin at Lamont, which was returned with a similar one, “And I, personally, intend to come at least three times.” Lamont laughed at this, watching Veser with a sidelong glance. Veser glanced back over at him.

“Monty, you‘re so quiet. Say something.” He said with a filthy smile. Lamont glanced at him and then at the camera.

“I‘m just along for the ride.” He conceded to the camera, turning back to look at Veser, “But if we stick to the ‘script‘, I should probably come twice.” He laughed nervously again.

“Way to make me look like an undersexed teen, you jerk.” Veser scoffed, elbowing him, but smiling. He leaned in, talking as if to the audience, “He‘ll come three times too.” Lamont’s voice could be heard chuckling in the background.

“I‘d tell you the break down, but where‘s the fun in that?” Veser continued, smiling at the camera. He walked back over to where Lamont was sitting, straddling him and baring his teeth in a devious grin, “You ready to get this thing going?” He didn’t wait for an answer, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss, both sets of lips parting so their tongues could play in the other’s mouth.

They remained like that for a moment, sucking at each other’s tongues, nipping at lips, before Veser started a slow rocking on Lamont’s hips, pulling a groan out of the older man.

When they finally parted, Lamont glanced at the camera and then back to Veser.

“Let’s do this before I change my mind.” He said, looking at Veser with want written all over his face.

“It‘ll be my pleasure to start us off.”

AND IT BEGIIIINS~


“So for round one, Monty here is going to get some head.” Veser was on his knees between Lamont’s legs as the other sat on the edge of the bed. The camera was tilted just so that it fit Lamont and Veser in perfectly, no close-ups or moving shots, unfortunately, but it was still in a good angle to record exactly what Veser was doing.

“I give the best blowjobs.” Veser said to the camera, turning to look up at Lamont, and continued, “Don‘t I?”

Lamont looked at the camera and said, “Heh heh… He really does” in such a conversational tone, you’d think they were talking about Veser making awesome pancakes.

Veser unbuttoned Lamont’s pants slowly, pulling out his mostly hard dick with a greedy look on his face. He said something low in his throat to Lamont*, apparently forgetting to speak up for the camera. But obviously it was hot because Lamont moaned and replied back, “I know… Shit…”

Veser slipped his mouth down around him in one quick motion, sucking hard as he jerked his head back up in an almost violent wrench.

“Ahh! Fucking… Christ…” Lamont gritted out, hand farthest from the camera moving to tangle in Veser’s hair, “Suck it like you need it… Fuck…”

Veser was all too happy to oblige, pulling back to suck on the tip hard, making soft sucking noises as he moved his head up and down.

“Mmnnh… Fuck… You‘re so fucking… good at this… Fucking slut… Get lots of practice… Don‘t you?”

“Mnh-hn…” Veser moaned in response, looking up at Lamont as he slid his lips down to deep throat him, swallowing and sucking around him.

“Ah! God, fuck!” Lamont screamed as Veser did something inside his mouth, only a grin showing on the outside, “Oh shit…”

Veser pulled his mouth off Lamont, causing him to groan in disappointment, but buck up when the younger set to running circles over the tip of his dick. Under the flare, into the slit, down the middle and the veins, moving a hand to pump at the moist dick, the hand in his hair pulling and balling into a fist and releasing.

“Yeah… Fuck, Veser… You could… Ah… Take those talents to the streets… Shit…”

“Like you‘d let me.” Veser said before taking the tip in his mouth and sucking hard.

“Nnh! Fuck no!” Lamont growled back at him, hand cupping his head as he bucked a little into the tight suction, “You’re fucking… Mine.”

Veser hummed around him thoughtfully, sending vibrations through his dick. Lamont’s chest pressed forward at the sensation.

“Ah! Aren‘t you… Little bitch…” He asked, pressing Veser’s head down. Veser let him, opening his mouth wide and sliding his tongue out over his lower row of teeth. Lamont apparently took that as a yes.

“Ohh… Fuck yes you are…” He moved Veser’s head up and down quickly, putting a hand behind him to give him leverage for some thrusting hard into the teen’s mouth.

One of Veser’s hands slipped to his waist, pushing his pants down a little to release his dick from the confines of his jeans. Muffled moans poured out of his throat as he pumped his dick in time with Lamont’s thrusts into his mouth. Lamont looked down, groaning loudly at the sight.

“You love getting… Hnn… Your face fucked… Fucking whore… Don‘t you…” Lamont growled out, pushing Veser down harder and thrusting up, eyes forcing themselves open to half-lidded to watch the amazing show going on between his legs. Veser writhed his tongue in the back of his mouth against the underside of Lamont’s dick, or something else magical apparently, because Lamont bucked up hard, gripping Veser’s hair in his hand and pulling him back, off his dick.

“Fuck.” Lamont moaned, “You’re gonna make me come too fast if you keep that shit up.” Veser’s chest jutted out as if his whole body was being held back by his hair, swollen lips turning up at the sides to send a lusty grin Lamont’s way.

“You like it that much?” Veser teased, stroking at himself while staring up at Lamont, glazed eyes flickering from face to dick.

Lamont said something back in a hushed voice*, inaudible to the camera. Veser groaned in response and pulled forward against the grip on his hair, Lamont’s dick just out of reach of his mouth.

“Then let me go…” Veser moaned, hand moving faster between his legs. Lamont let him go and immediately Veser went to work, swallowing him up and bobbing his head fast, free hand reaching between his legs to gently squeeze his balls.

“Oh fuck, Veser!” Lamont shouted, the hand on the bed twisting the sheets in a fist, throaty moans tumbling out of his mouth, hips jerking up spastically as his whole body trembled.

They went on like that for a while; Veser’s lips glossy with spit and moans pouring out of both of them, while Lamont clung to the sheets and watched, eyes growing hazy and flickering all over Veser, from his mouth to his dick. Suddenly, desperation crept into the whines coming out of Lamont.

“Hnn… I‘m… Oh fuck… I‘m so fucking close…” He groaned, “God fucking… Take it… Fuck! Swallow every fucking drop…”

Lamont arched up into Veser with an almost pained grunt, holding Veser’s head down as he emptied into his mouth.

Veser swallowed around his sensitive dick, eking out a muffled yelp from the man above him, who slowly let the tension slide out of his hand, resting it on Veser’s head in an affectionate manner. He flopped back on the bed, panting and trying to catch his breath.

Veser pulled off of him, licking one long trail up Lamont’s softening dick and then licking his lips, turning to smile at the camera, saying, “Lamont, one. Veser, zero. Let‘s get me some points in while Monty takes a breather.” He stood, flopping on the bed beside Lamont and purring in his ear, “Do you think you can lend a hand?”

“Oh… I can… definitely… do that…” He said between breaths as Veser got up to rearrange the camera to display the full, huge bed.

Veser crawled up, lingering over Lamont a moment to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “Ready when you are, loverboy.”

“Let‘s do this.”

* “I can‘t wait to suck your dick. Always tastes fucking delicious. I fucking love it.”
** “You know I do… Fucking love everything you do…”

http://vert-is-ninja.deviantart.com/art/Mercy-Kill-149264187
https://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/src/128193870831.png

DEM HIPS 8I

>>55129
I LIKED THIS PICTURE BETTER WHEN HE HAD THAT FACE ON HIS ASS.
:I

loljk, good job Manty.



...Polite sage for no actual content...

>>55129
Gold.

>>55138

YOU MEAN THIS ONE? 8I <3

>>55151
I-I... I can't stop staring...

>>55031 >>55050
Make this happen forever.

Hello! Who is this artist please?

>>55140
AWESOME.
<3


Also?
Have an accurate representation of Zommies dick.
Careful, it may cause mental scarring.

>>55211

I think it's ";", I know they have a dA but I forgot what it is.

>>55227

This is amazing and can kill scores of zombanna fangirls. I approve and consider it truth.

>>55227
'Scuse me while I go HURK and cry myself to sleep. (where did you FIND that?) I...still ship it, oh god, but mostly because I'm pretty good at a) not thinking about it and b) working around it.

This reminds me of a toy vendor I saw once with tentacle and alien sculpts. Oh, the (startlingly wide) world of custom dildos.

>>55227

Zombie's in pretty good shape, so it would probably at least not be rotting and covered in maggots. And the cuts would probably be sewn up. Could he still feel it if his dick got hurt?

>>55258

brb laughing forever

I will never ever tire of these fags

>>55293

I hope not

Does this comic not have a forum or what? 40 threads is ridiculous.

>>55151

THE WORLD NEEDS SO MUCH MORE OF THIS

>>55299

The forum isn't gay enough.

>>55293
Don't you ever! <3

>>55299
Because you can totally post gay porn on the forum.

>>55299

GET THE FUCK OUT

NOW

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uToAG7PUs8U
Dat Worth.

>>55398
FAGGOTSSSSSS

>>55398

I LOVE THIS SO FREAKING MUCH

>>55398

OH GOD I LOLED

>>55398

i am DYING FOREVER

>>55398
I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED WATCHING THIS

>>55398
This guy is my hero. <3
Also, I drew a Lamont.

>>55416 I am in love with you. No. Lie.

>>55398
This is amazing.
>>55416
And this is delicious.

>>55398
Woah, that guy's spot on. I kinda wish they hadn't drawn on his forehead creases though, he doesn't really need a whole lot of makeup to look like Worth. Good dark circles though.
>>55416
Helloooo, gorgeous! That might be the sexiest Lamont I've ever seen. <3

>>55398

Holy fuck oh my god. This was beautiful.

(I agree with Magpie though--they didn't need to draw the creases)

Hey, anyone has a Worth fanfic recommendation? I joined the fandom late and frankly, the lj community has horrible navigation system with regards to tagging.

>>55416
Wow, I love the bruises. So beautiful <3

durrdurr DON'T YA LOVE HIM COQ. ISNT HE SO DESU~CUTE!

(btw, i'm feel "bad" for never showing my face around here. been "writing" and whenever I want to "troll" irc, my computer blows up. /eventually/ you'll see actual content from me)

hey, any way to get to the old threads? Anyone saving/archiving the threads? The archive system doesn't work in /coq/. :T

Sage for no real content but I thought you guys would get a kick from this.

>>55398

Holy shit.
This is a masterpiece.

tallllllllllllllc

do you have a lj? i'm in love with your pedo fics and i need more.

>>55432
I would recommend this one by faor: http://o0o-faor-o0o.livejournal.com/51853.html?view=539277#t539277

FUCKING. HNG.

>>55432
Try looking a couple threads back in here; there's a link to the fic rec list (which, haha, I can't find in lj community go figure)

I'd recommend He's an Animal
http://not-a-doctors-name.deviantart.com/gallery/?26003349#/d2pd3ea

Seriously, I laughed. I cried. It's wonderful

Duckworth. We were all thinking it.

>>55599
I'm still working on compiling the rec list (all that's really left is coding and overcoming my own laziness) but the post where you can find other people's recommendations to me is here: http://community.livejournal.com/hinabn/101984.html

>>55597
BRB FAPPING FOREVER. Dear god, hot ot3 is hot.

This thread needs more sexyples

Have you ever wondered what exactly was up with that scar on Hanna's chest, who Zombie was before he died, and who Abner is, exactly? Well, so have we. And we intend to find out.

This is a roleplay community based around answering those key questions in the comic and exploring the world of Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name as far as we can take it. We're here to play around with the comic, but to also elaborate on it. So, if you want to find out just what's going on between Lamont and Adelaide, come play with us. We can't promise to predict where the comic is going, but we'll take you on one hell of a trip.

http://community.livejournal.com/xinvestigations/profile

Worth if he were a fabulous gay slut.

>>55766
Oy, those arms.

Worth is much better off on paper. ._.

>>55464

FFFFF. Thanks! XD

Noooo... I don't have an LJ. Sorry. :C

I have a yGal though... it's at http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/anontalc/

I haven't written pedo stuff in a while though...

I should do that. <:D

For Noora

>>55903

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSILU MANG

Guhhh, time to stop agonizing over this and fucking post it already. Long, and not (yet) containing porn but bringing us right up to where it will obviously happen. AND IT WILL HAPPEN even if I am slow as holy fuck

Contains: drinkin', fightin', and a gay unicorn joke. Continued from >>52656

* * * *



Part II: Worth

The fluorescent light flickered and buzzed overhead, somehow managing to make the tiny bathroom feel even more claustrophobic---as if the walls moved in during those split-seconds of darkness and jumped back as soon as the light returned. Worth held his hands under the rusty faucet, caught the icy water in his palms and brought it up to his face. He glanced up to the mirror and was transfixed for a moment by the way the droplets ran down his gaunt cheeks. He cocked his head to the side to alter their courses, following their individual paths for a moment before losing interest and straightening up.

Fuck this, he thought bitterly. It was time for a drink---no sense in letting the night go to waste moping about like prissy little One-Fanged Wonder. It had been half an hour since Conrad had slammed the door to Worth's office behind him, leaving the doctor still leaning against his desk with a little blood drying on his wrist and a raging hard-on completely neglected in his pants. Ah well. It was a thin line he walked with the vampire----push just enough and Conrad would give him everything he wanted. Push too hard, even a hair over the edge, and he'd be gone.

Worth was pretty sure he'd been getting better at it lately, but apparently tonight he'd tripped up. Figured that it would have been something about Conrad's mother that would set him off. He could barely even remember what he'd said, only that Conrad had pulled back in shock and stared at him for a few seconds before delivering a (delightfully hard) punch to Worth's gut, shouting something at him and turning tail.

Frustrated, Worth had sat on his desk for a few minutes staring at the back of his office door, then heaved a sigh and lit up a cigarette. He'd wrapped the bloody bite mark up in a fresh bandage and then sat down to try to get a little work done, but Connie running off in the middle of what was quite probably (according to his dick, anyway) gearing up to be great sex had put him in a foul mood, and he was having more than the usual amount of trouble concentrating.

He flicked the light off in the bathroom and stepped out into the hallway adjoining his front office, then took a left into the back room where he kept most of his things and the dirty old mattress he slept on. The “medicine” cabinet was running a little low---he'd have to talk to Monty about that. There was nothing---from hospital supplies to arcane herbs to hard liquor---that that man did not traffic in. Everything had its price, of course, but Lamont wasn't a hard man to bargain with. Turning the key in the lock (some things were worth protecting), he surveyed his collection, eyes finally landing on a bottle of Jack Daniels that looked three quarters empty already. It'd do---just something to warm his belly and take the edge off the mixture of annoyance and arousal he still felt. Goddamn undead yuppie.

Six or seven shots later, Worth leaned his head back against the wall behind his desk, chair tipped back precariously on two legs and feet propped up on a pile of papers. Ash drifted down to the floor from the cigarette dangling between bony, nicotine-stained fingers. He let his eyes fall shut, relishing the warm glow, and wondered idly what Conrad was doing.

Oh, mother'a Christ, his thoughts derailed in annoyance. What the fuck was he still thinking about him for? Ridiculous. Bloody fuckin' ridiculous, what that is. He let the chair fall forwards with a thud and reached for the bottle, only to find it empty save for a few dregs. He squinted angrily at it for a moment and then tipped its meager contents down his throat. With one last derisive glare at the empty vessel, Worth pitched the thing across the room, and the sound of it shattering against a filing cabinet brought only the ghost of a smile to his lips.

Before he had time to wonder whether or not he should try another bottle, there was a faint knock at the door. Worth quirked an eyebrow---apparently he wasn't the only one still musing over the night's earlier episode. Maybe Conrad could be persuaded to pick up where they'd left off, or maybe the vampire had just come back to shout at him some more. Even the latter was preferable to boredom.

Worth stood up (feeling the ground shift and sway only a little beneath him---after all these years, damn him if he couldn't hold his whiskey) and made his way around to the front of his desk. “Door's open,” he called out gruffly, flicking open his lighter and pulling another cigarette out of the pack in the front pocket of his coat.

The office door swung wide. The vampire who came through it---and there was no doubt in Worth's mind that he was a vampire---was a stranger. Tall and dark-skinned, dressed in a stylish brown blazer and black slacks, his lanky form seemed almost to vibrate with restless energy. He cocked his head to the side and smiled, all teeth and confidence, and Worth felt something in the pit of his stomach turn over. Whiny, repressed art-fag vampires he could handle. This, on the other hand, was something he did not want in his office, or anywhere near his person.

He took a long drag of the cigarette and straightened up a little, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Help you with somethin'?”

“Hope so, Doc,” the vampire grinned, red and white eyes (the fuck's wrong with the left one?) sizing up the other man. A pause, and then, “Right, manners, of course. Name's Casimiro.” He extended a hand, which Worth reluctantly took---the casual strength with which the vampire gripped and shook his hand made his stomach flip back over again.

“Enchanted,” the doctor muttered absent-mindedly. He could swear he'd heard the name somewhere, but he'd probably remember meeting somebody as...distinctive as this Casimiro.

“Pleasure's all mine,” and now the vampire was definitely leering at him, how was that for unsettling. “I've heard so much about you.”

Aww, fuck, and it clicked. “Monty?”

“That's him. Man's got more connections than the devil himself,” Casimiro replied, his eyes finally leaving Worth's to glance curiously around the office.

And a bigger mouth, Worth thought miserably. He couldn't remember when that conversation with Lamont had taken place, but his hazy mind managed to call up the basics---pair of rogue vampires, Casimiro and...Finas, he thought, sounded right. Dangerous. Particularly the tall one, with the...white eye. Shit. He wondered where the other one was, and how thankful (if at all) he should be that there was only one of them present. Why the fuck had Monty told them about him? He made a mental note to hit the bastard that much harder the next time he saw him.

“Right.” The doctor shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Even with the whiskey dragging slightly at the edges of his consciousness, he was sharp enough to be sizing up the situation. The small scalpel tucked into the sleeve of his coat would be of little use. His eyes drifted across the cracked tile floor and landed on the broken neck of the liquor bottle, maybe six or seven feet away. He knew he could be fast when he needed to be, but he wasn't an idiot—there was no way he could get there in time if the vampire made a move. “Well, any friend o' Monty's a friend o' mine,” he continued, with a smile that was more an assertive baring of teeth than a friendly gesture. He couldn't beat the vampire in that department, either, but Worth wasn't one to show any kind of weakness, particularly when faced with a predator.

“That's a relief,” Casimiro replied, meeting Worth's challenge with a display of his own wickedly pointed fangs. “Then you wouldn't say no to a little drink, with a friend? I hear you rarely say no to a drink.” The vampire laughed, a merciless, twisted sound.

Worth couldn't help but flinch, but he resisted the urge to back away, even as Casimiro took a step forward. “Think I've had my fill fer t'night,” he answered, meeting the other man's truly disturbing gaze.

“Not a problem,” Casimiro continued, advancing another few steps.

Well, if the vampire was done beating around the bush, so was he---Worth squared his shoulders defensively. “Ah-ah,” he chided. “I ain't yer martini. Think y've got the wrong man.”

Casimiro furrowed his brow and tilted his head, mocking confusion. “Really? 'Cause Lamont's not the only friend we have in common, Doc, and I don't think you've been turning him away.”

“Connie?” Worth blurted incredulously, cigarette tumbling from his open mouth. “The fuck're you on about?”

The vampire's devious grin fell slack, replaced by a look of impatience. “Don't fuck with me, Worth. I saw him tonight. Your scent was all over him.”

The doctor felt a brief pang of concern for the pathetic young vampire, and then shoved it back down into the well-hidden mental compartment where he stored anything compassionate having to do with Conrad. He had a pretty good feeling Connie was okay (at least as far as he was ever “okay”), but it did little to reassure Worth that his own much more vulnerable mortality wasn't on the line. “Yeah? Well 'm closed fer the night,” he scowled. “Better luck next time.”

Casimiro's eyes flashed angrily. “You gonna tell me you're open for some useless fucking weak-blood mistake? That spineless piece of shit's only got one good tooth.”

“An' you only got one good eye, pup, so I don't see much of a trade,” Worth shot back with a sneer, unable to restrain himself.

What came next happened so quickly it was a miracle that the slightly inebriated doctor could even follow the action, much less keep up. Casimiro's visage seemed to flicker, replaced for a second by something bone-white and monstrously deformed, and then his fist (claw?) was moving towards Worth's face in a violent blur. Worth dodged left at the last second, felt the rush of air against his cheek and then propelled himself clumsily forward in the direction of the broken bottle neck he'd been eyeing. The vampire was already turning, and deftly caught him by the fur collar of his coat as he made a lunge for the floor. Casimiro gave a hard tug backwards, but Worth let his arms go limp and kicked his body forwards, and the coat peeled off with a soft ripping sound. His favorite goddamn coat. Motherfucker'll pay for that, he thought murderously, but then the floor was rushing up to meet him.

The impact knocked the wind out of his chest and sent a shooting pain up his side, but he stretched his arm out and managed to close his fingers around the bottle neck, pulling it back and rolling over as Casimiro's shadow fell across him. Casimiro bent and clutched a fist-full of the front of Worth's shirt, yanking him back up to his feet as effortlessly as if the man were a rag doll. The doctor swung the broken glass in a glinting arc, aiming for the vampire's throat, but then somehow Casimiro was behind him. A powerful kick to the small of his back sent Worth stumbling across the room to sprawl over his desk, wind knocked out of him yet again and his makeshift weapon lost in the fray. Before he could recover enough to pull himself up, the vampire had a hold of both his wrists and was pressing him down onto the desk top, one arm twisted painfully behind his back. Checkmate.

>>55926

“You finished fucking around?” Casimiro hissed into his ear, wrenching his arm back and eliciting a sharp gasp.

“Did I---nngh---strike a nerve, princess?” A little blood trickled down where Worth's grin was mashed sideways onto the desk.

“You know, I think you got me confused with your little boyfriend. See, I have absolutely no problem drinking you dry right here and kicking your empty husk to the curb. But that wouldn't be nearly as much fun for either of us.”

As much fun as what? Worth wondered darkly. Adrenaline was surging through his system, mixing with the whiskey and making him giddy. He was aware of the way his body was beginning to respond to the pain and pressure applied by the other man, but his mind insisted that murderous psychotic stranger should really be more of a turn-off than anything. A man had to have some standards, right?

“So we can do this the easy way, or I can fucking kill you, but either way I'm getting what I want, understand?” Casimiro continued, punctuating the statement with another sharp twist of Worth's strained arm.

“An' who's to say y'won't kill me anyway?” Worth grimaced, shutting his eyes tight against the pain, even as some part of him thrilled at the intensity of the sensation.

Casimiro relaxed his grip. “I'm a man of my word, Doc. Don't you trust me?” he purred, and let go, sliding back off the other man like a snake recoiling.

Worth turned and rubbed at his sore limb. “S'pose I ain't got too much choice.” You knew this was going to happen, whispered something very far back in the shadows of his mind. You let it happen. He decided to ignore it. Certainly he could still get out of this, he just had to play along until the vampire's guard was down.

“That's the spirit.” Another smug grin, and then Casimiro shrugged off his blazer. “Now take off the shirt.”

“'Scuse me?”

“You got a hearing problem, old man? It comes off or it turns red. Up to you.” The vampire was undoing the buttons of his own dress shirt, and Worth stole a sidelong look at the smooth brown skin revealed. “Personally, I'd rather not have to dry clean this one.”

“Is it just me, or are all you vamps gayer'n a pack o' prancin' unicorns?” Worth muttered, turning away and lifting his faded black t-shirt up over his skinny shoulders begrudgingly.

There was a snort from behind him. “You've obviously never actually met a unicorn. Those fuckers'll gore you as soon as look at you.”

“Don't mean they ain't queer as—-fuck!” Worth flinched as a cold hand curved around his waist, pulling him sharply back against Casimiro's equally cool torso. The vampire's other hand snaked up and around to close on his jaw, wrenching his head sideways, and then he felt the lightest prick of fangs brush teasingly against his neck. Fangs, plural. How much more would it hurt? A flutter of anticipation and arousal caused his breath to hitch momentarily, even as the sober part of his mind reminded him that he must stay focused, must not get carried away. He could still make a break for it—-he had to make a break for it. It would be far too easy to die like this.

Never stopped you from having fun before, whispered that hidden thing, and he had to admit it had a point. But there was a vital difference---with drink or drugs, with knives, with Conrad, it was always Worth in control. Even when it felt like he had pushed it to the brink, he'd done the pushing. Even when everyone else in his life was certain that he'd meet an early end, he clung to the edge of the world, sure that he could pull himself back up if he chose. It was all about choice. Control.

Control had gone out his front door the moment Casimiro had opened it. He felt as much as heard the laughter behind him, a low, dark rumbling in the vampire's chest.

“Scared?” Casimiro whispered playfully into his ear.

Yes, answered that subconscious demon, yes, and you love it. You need it. Let it happen.

Worth rolled his eyes. “Shakin' in my goddamn boots,” he scoffed. “You gonna do it or not?” Christ, he hadn't meant that to sound as impatient as it did. He was pretty damn close to aching for it, and if he let on, if he let himself go, it would be over. Run, willed the last shred of his self-control. Run now.

“Don't worry,” came the reply. “I'll make it worth your while.”

A sudden shiver as Casimiro's thumb traced the line of a particularly deep scar across Worth's ribs, and his bluff had been called.

*

>>55831
You should, indeed. Pedo Worth is best Worth.

>>55928>>55926

Aw, jeez, fuck ME instead Magpie. That's some goddamned quality pornography. I can't wait for more.

>>55928
Fuck yes, I was wondering if another part of this was going to come out. I love you.

>>55928

Oh dear god. I was looking forward this but I didn't expect it to be THIS good. MOAROAR.

You now rule my world.

So where's all the Abner porn that people said they'd write/draw?

>>56063
Oh wow, before I saw the bomb I thought the "tic tic tic" was the sound effects of Abner's compulsions - his tics. Alas, no weird metahumor for me.

I scribbled some more. Herp.

>>56138
BAWWW

>>55954>>55955>>56050
D'aww, thanks guys, I kept fussing with it cause I wasn't super happy with how it was turning out but I'm glad it's enjoyable. Now that's out of the way and I just get to write violent sex, hoorah!

>>56063>>56137
Both of these posts had me cracking up. :D Speaking of Abner, did anyone see that post on the LJ community where somebody put together their picks for a live action HiNaBN movie, and Abner was Sacha Baron Cohen? I fucking died. <3 Actually their whole cast list was pretty spot on and/or hilarious...though in my opinion there should be no Hanna movie unless it's animated.

>>56169

I cannot unsee Borat!Abner though, oh my GOD. I have to admit that was a spot-on pick though, dat nose hnnnghh~<3

I...this...fff why am I drawing that now? SOMEBODY STOP ME. D:

>>56169 >>56175

That LJ user was actually me :O

Needless to say, I am giggling madly at the fact that people on /coq/ approved my casting - I am the biggest nerd, excuse me~

>>56204
Well you, dear, win 1000 internets from me for that thing, it made my day (Paul Bettany is the only man I would ever want to play Worth, hnnngg). Also Lee Pace was previously unknown to me but goddamn, he can be my Zombie anytime.

>>56206

fff Thank you so much I cannot even ndfskj. <3

Okay, so since I've been contacted by a few other people, I'd just like to put out a general call for incentive art from last year - I don't have anything from before January and I would really, really like to see it. I don't know how many oldfags still visit here, but please let me know if you have them at this email. Also, if there are any newfags in the thread, I offer old incentive art and minicomics. Contact me and I can set you up.
/would sage but the email field is full

Fightin'
(by Vende)

hey bitches want to repay tessa for the awesome orgasms she gave us?

PAPER CRANE TIEM

http://hannaisnotacranesname.tumblr.com/

>>56369
This is really cute and a nice gesture, but I can't help but fear it will only contribute to her performance anxiety. As for myself, the only thing that truly alleviates those worries is for everyone on the planet to lose interest... and that's not going to happen.

sage for negative nancy-ing

>>56372

she has a performance anxiety? D:

but she's too good

>>56377
Go to her devart, she's got a post about it.

You really gotta feel for her. It's tough to have to deal with huge popularity, an insane amount of fanworks, and a burgeoning case of hype backlash on your very first comic.

>>56380
I realize that could be read as sarcasm. Wasn't intended. I mean that sort of success can be overwhelming to seasoned creators, so for a newbie it must be some scary shit.

>>56369>>56372>>56377>>56380
I agree that this is sweet and well-meant, but IMHO the nicest thing you can do for Tessa is spread love for the comic and donate or buy merch. If I were her I'd want some healthy boundaries between myself and my (genuinely adoring but kind of intense) fanbase.

Speaking of the fanbase, we continue to get bigger but the porn is definitely slowing down, huh? (at least on /coq/ anyway, which is probably a relief to every other thread here) I wonder if the demographic is shifting or we're just running out of steam over here. Eh, I'm still enjoying.

Here's some Cas/Fin hotness (oh silveray, don't ever stop) that I think never made it over here from DA.

uhh... pron?

:d

>>56430
OH GOD hilariously I know exactly what reference photo was used here (because I used the same one for the arm in my Cas/Worth sketch). <3 Apparently there is only so much gay porn on the internet, what, hahahaha. Anyway this is lovely, never enough ConWorth, never ever.

>>56434

Oh hell yeah. Shamelessly using gay porn for reference ftw.

>>56430

fapfapfapfap

uh so link to original, please?

>>56382

When a new page comes up, I'm sure people will go "Oh hey, let's check /coq/" followed by "Oh hey, I should draw more porn" /shrug

>>56138

You did this to me... this is totally out of season and everything. You made me BAW with that and I LOVE YOU FOR IT.

_____

"Halloween Party?" Veser said blankly.

Hanna nodded brightly, "I'm sure you've heard of the idea."

"Hanna," Veser said after a moment, "We chill with a vampire, a werewolf, and a zombie and Ples. Who is his own kind of freaky. I'm half Selkie. Even when soaking wet you weigh less than a chinchilla and are a witch."

"Magic USER." Hanna broke in, "One proficient with Magic."

"Just how much more," Vesser went on, giving a half grin in spite of himself, and making towards the big kids swing set in step with Hanna, "How much more supernatural are things going to get by dressing up?" He plunked down on one swing and looked back up at Hanna. "Also Worth." He said as an afterthought. "He's our resident evil spirit or some shit."

"Lamont is pretty normal," Hanna said helpfully.

Veser gave a bark of laughter, "That's a pretty big conditional statement."

Hanna ignored him in favor of happily sitting himself down on the swing beside Veser, facing the other way and kicking off. The zombie stepped up behind him silently, pushing him higher as Hanna began to swing down, knowing exactly when Hanna would need him as if by telepathy.

Veser watched them as Hanna laughed, delighted as he soared up again and again, saw the zombie give a rare soft smile.

Veser looked away. Looked down at his shoes making ruts in the sand. He'd come here a lot with Lee as a kid.

"So are we dressing up or whatever?" He asked his shoes, scowling.

"Well yeah. That's what a..." Hanna broke off as he crested the back apex of his arc, hanging perfectly weightless for one breathless moment in mid air, his back to the dark sky, picked out in his bright red and white shirt, looking down at Zombie. Zombie stood below him, waiting, smiling, looking back up into his eyes. "A Halloween party is about right?" As he came swooping down beside Veser.

"Right." Veser laughed. "If Connie doesn’t come slathered in glitter with gold contacts and looking pale and tragic I'm going home."

"What are you going to come as? I bet you make a great Pirate."

Veser cracked up laughing despite himself. Lee had said that exactly. And when Veser had scoffed and said he was way too old to be trick-or-treating, Lee had given him a pirate costume that could have shamed Sir. Henry Morgan. Veser laughed his ass off, but he hadn't missed a beat when Lee presented it to him; instantly tugged off his clothes standing in the middle of Lees' living room and donned the totally over the top outfit. Lee making last minute alterations while Veser stood with his arms awkwardly above his head as Lee fussed with the sash. He and Lee had spent the evening watching Against All Flags, pausing it so Veser could imitate Errol Flynn. He'd fallen asleep, draped across Lee on the couch in full regalia, sore from laughing so much. Mostly at himself. Partly to assure Lee that he was grateful for the gift.

Veser pushed his toe into the sand, tipping his swing back slightly.

They'd spent last Halloween together that way. Eating the candy that Lee had intended for the kids coming to the door. Ignoring the world. And he’d woken up late the next morning in Lees bed and to the smell of Lee making pancakes.

"You have a costume right?"Hanna reached the top of his forward swing, unhooked his arms from the chains and leaped into midair, dropping into the sand below with the swing clattering back.

"Yeah." Veser hopped off his swing, "Though I'm still pretty sure you're the lamest person I know for throwing a costume party for a bunch of... for us."

"I thought it'd be appropriate." Hanna was grinning at him, holding Zombies hand in the dark. "You are going to come though right?"

Veser grinned wryly; never let it be said that Veser turned down an excuse to party, especially not when it was in Conrads apartment. And Veser happened to make an excellent Pirate.

Hanna was Shaggy from Scooby Doo as it turned out. Zombie was a 1920's gangster, resplendent in spats. Conrad came as Greebo in his human form (which was hilarious enough). Toni as Cindy Mayweather, Worth in a killer/sexy Nurse outfit provided by Lamont (Worth had lost one hell of a bet), Ples as Gustav Holst...

"That's cheating," said Veser as Ples handed him a drink, "You always look like that." But Ples just smiled, lifting his glass in salutations.

“I was expecting you to arrive as a Sealer,” He replied smiling, lifting his glass in salutations.

“Forgot my hakapik.” Veser grinned, leaning against Ples' chair and throwing back half his drink.

"One more guest." Said Hanna, on hands and knees, scribbling runes across his floor. He moved to marking runes on the walls and then Capone gave him a boost to make one more on the ceiling.

"You are going to wash these off right?" said Conrad, eyeing the ceiling and the hardwood floor as the runes gleamed and light began spreading from one to another, shining pink and orange.

"It's Sharpie," said Hanna.

"Wait wait wait what kind of guest are we talkin here?" Veser asked, turning to pull off his hat as the room warmed with Hannas' magic, setting his drink down and draping his coat over the back of Ples’ chair. "I'm pretty sure the supernatural gang’s all here, witch, vampire, zombie, werewolf..."

"Ghost?"

Veser was about to say, ok, I'll give you that, we are missing a ghost... then stopped, his chest suddenly aching, hearing the voice over and over in his head. He turned back to where Hanna had been drawing the runes. Where someone new was standing. Vesers heart was skipping beats at random.

"Lee?"

"Heh, All Hallows Ves, Samhain. Night the spirits rise. Hanna helped..."

Lee standing with his feet a little misplaced from the floor, etched in the pink and orange of Hannas runes. Lee in his blue shirt and black coat and dark jeans. Lee with his light hair and light eyes, smiling with the same warm smile. Looking into his eyes. Shrugging slightly, his arms out. He was talking, explaining some shit about Spirits rising.

He was solid.

That was surprising. But Veser was more grateful then surprised as his arms closed around Lee in a wild, flying tackle that nearly sent them both to the floor. But Lee caught him, like he always had when they played. Caught him in his arms and held him, the two of them standing together in the glow of the runes. Veser holding Lee so tightly he started shaking. Lees arms closed around him, murmuring into his hair as Veser pushed his face into Lees' chest. He was warm and solid and he was HERE, right fucking now.

He even smelled the same.

“Fuckin’,” Veser choked out, his heart beating so hard his whole body ached. He rubbed his cheek against Lees chest, tucked his head under Lees chin, half hidden inside Lees coat.

"You make an awesome Pirate Ves." Lees' hand was in his hair, cradling his head, his other arm tight around Vesers waist. "I'm sorry," he whispered, nuzzling Vesers hair, "Sorry Veser..."

"The fuck," Veser said, abruptly shoving Lee away with both hands fisted on either of Lees shoulders, glaring hungrily at his body. He slid his hands down Lees' chest, across his shoulders, down his arms as Lee held them out to him, took Lees' hands his both of his. He was solid, warm, real, just a little... removed. Already he didn't fit in this world anymore. "But, I mean, you're here..." Veser said a little weakly.

"Not for long, just the night," Hanna said from beside Zombie. Somehow, Conrad and Worth and Toni were gone, Ples lingering in the door to the kitchen, smiling sadly back at them, Hanna and Capone already turning to join him, leaving Lee and Veser standing alone together in the heat of the shining runes.

"Ah," Veser grinned back up at Lee, "You gonna go all Cinderella on our asses?"

"My favorite Princess." Lee smiled back, only a little sadly.

Veser just hugged Lee again, starving for this familiar touch, Lees' arms around him, his hand in his hair, petting down his back. Starving for the simple happiness of the open affection and the safety and the warmth and the familiarity of Lees body in Vesers arms. Starving for his smell and the sound of his voice and the heat of his hands…

And Veser had no WORDS for this.

"I'm sorry Veser," Lee murmured again, "I'm so sorry." Over and over, hugging him as tightly as Veser remembered, like he could keep him safe if he held on to him hard enough. Hold him together. "Ves, Sorry."

"Shut up," Veser said, trying desperately not to burst into tears and soak Lees ghost-shirt. "Just..."

Lee smiled into his hair. Just held on to him tighter. Not speaking as they stood wrapped in the light of Hannas' runes, warm together, Veser holding on to Lee until he ached from it. Like it wasn’t ever going to be enough. They both knew it wasn’t.

Veser couldn't let go of him. Even when Lee pulled back slightly, ran his fingers through Vesers hair, smiling, studding his face with his head slightly cocked to one side. Veser wouldn't let him go.

Couldn't let go as Lee tipped his head back with one hand on his cheek and kissed him.

Couldn't help but pull him closer.

The kiss was soft, warm, somehow just as familiar as everything else between the two of them. Veser taking care not to bite either of their tongues as they slid across one another. It was achingly easy to kiss Lee. And fucking hard to stop. The same familiar body under his palms, sliding an arm around Lees neck, running his other hand down his side. He knew every inch of Lees body, Veser realized as he tugged Lee down, pulling him harder against his mouth, pulling him closer, and this was the first time was able to use that information.

"I wouldn’t have let myself do that when I was alive," Lee remarked softly against Vesers lips, their foreheads together, eyes closed.

"Must be pretty fucking liberating to be a ghost," Veser said with a breathless little laugh. Ghosts had a flavor he was interested to discover, or maybe that was just Lee. He fisted one hand into Lees overgrown blond hair, pulled him down to kiss him again, meeting Lees parted lips, his tongue flicking against Lees as he arched his body in Lees arms, pressing their hips together.

"Amazing the clarity that comes," Lee smiled, shuddering in Vesers arms as he barely managed to pull his mouth off Vesers. He kissed Veser again, briefly, like he was amazed that he could. He ducked his head, kissed Vesers skin under his ear. "By knowing exactly who you love."

"I am so fucking glad you had that revelation." Veser grinned, his head tilted back with one hand in Lees hair, the other sliding under the hem of his shirt. "We got tonight right? You fucking show me what else a liberated ghost can do."

>>56470

I'll probably die if this isn't continued.

>>56470
I am caught uncomfortably between BAWWW and OH YEAH GET IT ON, so yeah you pretty much need to keep going, ffff.

>>56443
May that day come soon. :'(

>>56470

there is no excuse to not continue.

whoops, never posted this here, eheheh. excuse the ridiculously huge dose of fluff, this was a one-time thing.
>>55928
YESS I was wondering what happened to this. it's turning out amazing shdfasdf part three please come quick

>>56507
yep so, pretty much my favorite thing ever.

uhhhhhh.... I totally RP this.. yeah.. Jacob/Veser *flees*

>>56540
Holy size-difference Batman. Also, Jacob? What? (I get that it's the bartender, just didn't know he had a name.)

>>56507
We need more from you, this is glorious!

I WROTED MORE.
ENJOY, FAGS.


Veser sprawled out on the bed on his back, pushing his jeans further down his hips, and began to stroke himself teasingly, watching as Lamont shucked his pants and grabbed his by the hem to pull them off in one quick yank.

“Oooh… I like it when you get forceful…” Veser purred up at him, eyebrow twitching upwards. Lamont crawled up the bed to lay between Veser’s legs, giving the camera a good view of what he was doing. He grabbed the enormous bottle of lube and drizzled it all over Veser’s hips and groin, rubbing it around and Veser squirmed under the cool liquid.

“I know you do.” Lamont said, rubbing everywhere but the boy’s dick until the last moment, stroking up it and getting a moan out of him.

“Nnh… Fuck… Just do it already…” Veser groaned, hips trying to push up into Lamont’s hands.

“Who doesn‘t have patience now, you little slut?” Lamont asked, grin creeping over his face as he pushed Veser’s legs apart.

“I don‘t fucking care, man. You already busted a nut, I‘m fucking re-” Veser’s snarky remark was cut short with a moan as Lamont grabbed his balls and squeezed them gently.

“Shut the fuck up…” Lamont rumbled at him, “You‘re my bitch now.” Veser took no problem in letting him have that, pulling in a hissing gasp and shivering a little.

Lamont decided then, while Veser’s mouth was slightly parted and still slick and swollen from giving him head and his eyes were fluttering closed and back open to look at him, that, yeah, he was going to tease them christ out of the kid.

“Go on, say it. Tell me you‘re my bitch.” He flicked his hand up suddenly, dragging large fingers across the tip of Veser’s dick, pulling up the foreskin slightly and gently pinching it over the top and sliding his fingers up and down.

“Oh fuck! I-I‘m your bitch… Oh fuck, yeah, I‘m your bitch…” Veser let the words tumble out of his mouth unchecked, sounding needy and desperate.

“Not good enough, I want you to fucking scream it…” Lamont mumbled, gripping Veser tightly and sliding all the down and back up.

Veser seemed to consider not doing it, just out of principle, saying, “Make me” in a very challenging tone. Lamont grinned at that, rubbing his thumb in circles at the tip, pressing into the slit to smear the precome around.

The “You really want me to?” Lamont asked was nearly drowned out by a sharp hiss and groan from Veser as his hips rocked up into the hand on him.

“Yes… Fuck yes…” Veser breathed out, unfocusing eyes watching Lamont.

Lamont decided at that moment to pour more lube onto Veser’s groin, making him moan at the sudden cold dripping down him.

“Jesus Christ… I… Hnn! Fuck…” Veser grunted out, hands tangling into the sheets. Lamont dipped his other hand in to run the backs of his fingers over the dribbling lube. He slid his newly slicked fingers down, rubbing first at his balls and then making a trail down to his entrance.

Veser’s breath caught in his chest as he shivered more, thighs starting to twitch in an outward direction.

“Oh fuck… Shove them in… God, I want you to stretch me out and fuck me and make me come so many fucking times…” He purred, pushing his ass back towards Lamont’s fingers.

“Such a greedy little slut, huh?” Lamont asked, hips twitching forward the tiniest bit. He pressed one finger to the tight hole and rubbed over the ring, Veser jerking up into the hand that was holding his dick hostage. Lamont just grinned wider., saying, “You gonna ask nicely?”

“Please fuck me with your fingers…” Veser moaned, still trying to wiggle back onto Lamont’s hand.

Lamont couldn’t keep from sliding one finger in, pushing several panting gasps from the boy’s mouth, “You‘re so fucking tight… Fuck… How do you fucking do it? God knows I should have fucked you loose by now…” He pulled back and pressed in another finger, scissoring them apart and together an few times before shoving them in sharply.

Veser writhed back, clenching around the fingers and letting out soft whimpers. Until Lamont found the spot that made him spasm up into an arch, teeth gritting down over a scream as he pushed himself into Lamont‘s tight grip.

“Oh fuck, Monty… Fuck… A-Ah! Ohh… Shit…” Veser rocked himself back and forth on Lamont’s fingers for a moment before he was stilled with the hand on his dick leaving to hold him down by the hips.

“Ah, ah, ah… You know what you have to do…” Lamont purred, rubbing persistently at his prostate.

Veser tried to move but was pinned. He jerked in place, moaning as his dick twitched, “I‘m your bitch! Christ! I‘m your fucking bitch!”

With a pleased smile, Lamont moved his hand back to Veser’s dick, working his hands quickly as Veser began to fuck himself on Lamont’s fingers, screaming curses and half formed sentences.

“Feels good, huh?” Lamont asked teasingly, crooking his fingers and pumping them in and out.

“Yes… Oh fuck, yes… Fucking amazing…” Veser’s legs trembled, toes curling in tightly as his muscles tightened and pulled him off the bed again, “So… Fucking close…”

Lamont pushed his fingers in as far as he could, absolutely ravishing the soft spot inside him as he pulled his foreskin over the tip and tightened his grip, sliding it up and down in short spurts.

“Call my name when you come.” Lamont said to Veser, who nodded back deliriously. Neither had to wait much longer, though, Veser hitting his climax as Lamont jerked his hand up in a squeezing motion. His ribs pushed up into the air as he spilled into Lamont’s hand, muscles clenching around his fingers as he came.

“A-Ah! Lamont! Fuck! Hn… Oh god…” Veser slowly lowered back down to the bed, gasping and shaking, as Lamont slowly pulled his fingers out, crawling up over Veser to kiss the breath out of him.

“Was that as good as it sounded?” Lamont asked smugly, rolling to the side to lay on his back and reveal that he was already semi-hard again.

“Fuck yes, it was.” Veser managed out, “I‘m glad we got that on tape.”

Lamont laughed, “Me too.”

“I know, you wanna make me your ringtone, right?” Veser asked, grinning and shooting him a sidelong glance.

“Nah, I don‘t need to get hard every time someone calls me.” Lamont replied, looking over at Veser.

“Oh, did I do that?” Veser glanced at Lamont’s dick, grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah, you did. You gonna fix it?” Lamont asked, putting on mock anger, soft smile giving it away.

Veser hopped up suddenly and straddled Lamont, “Ready when you are.”

“You… Hehehe… Might want that lube.” Lamont chuckled out, nodding at the foot of the bed.

Veser flopped off of him to the side, straining to reach it. His fingers brushed against it before tapping the side and knocking it off the bed.

“Goddamnit…” Veser whined, rolling his legs over Lamont to get it. Unfortunately for Veser, Lamont was in the playful mood and grabbed his ankle, pulling him back. Veser wriggled in return, trying to worm free.

“Knock it o- AH!” Veser was cut off as he wriggled himself off the bed, knocking into the tripod. A shot of Lamont’s grimace and Veser’s leg all in a left downward movement and then static.

>>56551

oh baby fapfapfap

So I've written around 6 plus pages worth of Young!Conrad/Worth. Is anyone open to reading and critiquing so I know what I'm doing right/wrong?

Here's the story:

https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=13PHskNJ-5wLdd4D5Kd4GAOtfmXDZkOjZ0rLbWv7e8jA

or

http://cl1p.net/pippin/yconradluce/

Or you can email me for a document. :>

>>56632

fffuu formatting's screwed up. Here, have a pdf.

http://view.samurajdata.se/psview.php?id=3218b229

>>56632
This.
Thisthisthisthisthis.

>>56639
huh?

>>56632>>56633

OH AND IT'S WIP

>>56545
heh.. yeah after I drew it I was like holy cow he's so huge.. but ooowww.. man it must be pretty painful for Veser lol. Ah yeah I think someone asked what his name was during a stream or something.. I forget.. but I believe that Tessa did in fact say that's what his name is.

>>56641
It's so delicious that I can't even understand. But, there were a few typos, you should read through it.

>>56667

Aw, thanks. :3

I got my friend to work on the typos and stuff, so the final product should be better.

Please, if you have any criticism, don't hesitate!

Comic arrived today!

>>56704
Mine did too.
Hate Veser by the way.
Trading it if anyone has a Worth or Lamont they want to part with.

My book is missing a page containing two strips...but it's numbered correctly.

Check your books, guys.

>>56712
Mmm, I don't think mine's missing any...
Which strips/page seems to be missing in yours?

Shit, mine, too...the bits of Hanna sewing [...]'s arm back on with Worth and Conrad arguing in the background, are missing. It goes straight from "YER DEAD" to Conrad punching Worth.

Can other Europeans post when they get their books?

The arrival of post where I live is weird and slow sometimes, but if books get to the dark corners of Scandinavia before London then the postie may've nicked my copy.

>>56750
Disregard that, I too, am missing the arm stitching scene and Worth and Conrad arguing.

Missing that as well. Fuck.

>>56704
That Hanna is so cute.

Plesssssss. This took foreverrrrr. I pretend to know how to draw by slathering shit in brushesssss.

>>56712
Mine is missing them too.. the same ones.

>>56769
Holy shit.
I am finding his fingers sexy for some reason.
And I also feel like that's probably how Worth's naked body looks.

>>56712>>56751>>56753>>56761>>56770
...aaand I think we can conclude we have a printing error. Anybody mentioned it to 4DE?

>>56777
Yes, I e-mailed them about it around 5:30 EST today to make sure they were aware of the error. No response yet, but then I don't know how late they work.

Printing errors aside, I do love the sketch I got.

That sucks about the printing error. I'm really diggin' all the sketches people got, though. Keep 'em comin'!

On a side note, Have some Montworth.

>>56780
I have fifty boners right now. Fifty.

>>56780
HNNNNNNNNNGH
THIS. YOU.
I LOVE YOU AND THIS.

>>56780

BONERS, MAN. BONERS.

May I have your DA or Y!Gal? I need to favorite this and stalk you.

>>56810
deyuoh.deviantart.com <---non-porny things go here.
yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/tuzi <--- porny things go here.

Here, have another scribble for being so receptive to the stuff my pen shits out. C:

My book has all pages, nothing missing here.

And I'll trade Ves for Conrad or Worth if anyone wants to. (But no one else~ Veser is still pretty awesome.)

>>56380
>>and a burgeoning case of hype backlash on your very first comic.

This isn't her first comic. I don't know why so many people are saying that. She did a comic called Kill the City years and years ago, around 2004ish I'm guessing. Back then a comic with this kind of style was a rarity, so I certainly remember it, and read it, for all it was worth.

It, like hinabn, was ridiculously popular, but updates were sporadic, and there was a big furor when she ditched it. There was basically so little BL stuff back then a cast of male characters with realistic proportions was coveted very much. I remember she also eliminated a popular character from the cast not long before ditching it as well.

WHO WANTS PLESCEST BECAUSE I KNOW I DO.
Part one of an RP log with talc and myself. 8D
--

It was barely 9 o'clock, and Ples felt absolutely tired. His fifth shot of scotch wasn't exactly helping to keep him awake, let alone clear his mind. Younger couples that knew nothing about keeping money annoyed him the most, and the week had been filled with about five of them. He decided it best to retire for the night and properly clear his head, undressing of his eye and unbuttoning his shirt as he walked into his bedroom. A moment here and another there to get his pajamas - hooray silk - letting the bottoms stay snug on his hips (or what he had of them) while he glanced at a mirror while buttoning the top.

Ples’ other half had watched silently through the confines of their mind at Ples’ lovely day, smirking with every turn his clients threw him. He was even more delighted with the poor sod as he drank a fifth of scotch, meaning he would be even more easily overtaken. He waited, watching Ples go about his nightly routine, growing excited as Ples neared the mirror. Oddly the mirror did not mimic his actions, top remaining unbuttoned and actually sliding off with the droop of shoulders. Ples’ reflection flashed him a grin, a rather sadistic one at that.

He had looked down for but a moment before looking up into the mirror and - Ples startled back, his eyes wide. "Y-you!" He took a breath behind his teeth, "...god what d-do you want from me now, I'm done for this evening, let me be at peace for tonight," he said, exhausted, "A-and for heaven's sake fix your top."

The reflection chuckles, looking down at the neck of the top that was hanging from his shoulder. "Always so proper, that I never meet your expectations. You hold them rather high for me, I can't say I don't do my best." He fixed it, but kept the shirt unbuttoned, 'walking' closer to the glass of the mirror. "Someone's going early tonight... why don't you tell me what's wrong?"

“N-Nothing…” Ples said, finishing buttoning his top, “It was just a stressful day at work. Nothing more.” He stated with a certain finality that he was sure his other half would ignore. But it was worth a shot.

"I can tell you're stressed," he placed a hand on the glass, "It's rather obvious, heh, isn't it?" The smile hardly changed, "Nobody knows how to take care of themselves these days... it makes you sad. Hm, but oh, if they only knew more of the world, then perhaps they could manage, instead of relying on others for help?"

“Well, yes…” Ples said, not /minding/ helping people sort out their problems, but wishing they could help themselves a bit more. It bothered him to see the single mothers with their children in tow, on the verge of tears, because they couldn’t afford their rent or food or new shoes for their children. He looked away from the mirror.

"Mhm," he leaned on the glass a little bit more, "Look at me, Ples. I'm talking to you," he grinned, "I wasn't finished. I was also going to comment that you have been doing something similar." There was tsk, "You need me."

“Wha…” Ples started looking back up at the mirror, “What do you mean? You‘re… I mean…” He looked flustered. Why would he need /him/? He seemed to exacerbate his problems most of the time, when he wasn’t causing them or being them.

"Why, without me, Ples, you'd completely defenseless." His fingers tapped against the glass, "You are weak, if you haven't noticed?" Another chuckle, "Drinking every day into some... stupor you try and get to but it never helps, does it? No... I help it, though, I make it better. I make sure you fall asleep, and that all your troubles are... taken care of. Come closer, would you?"

Ples hesitated, before moving slightly closer, almost subconsciously, “I‘m not sure you solve /all/ my problems.” For example, talking to /himself/, technically. He tired not to think about it like that most of the time. Preferring to think of this man as someone else, who merely looked like him.

"Apples and oranges, nothing more," he stood up a little, watching him come closer. "You just look so weary, that I tend to worry about your well-being," sounding as concerned as he could get. "You need to have a little more fun with your life."

“Fun?” Ples asked incredulously. He hadn’t gone bar cruising in forever, not to mention, one night stands were more wearisome than an actual relationship, “Please, tell me you‘re joking.” He said, with a slight shake of his head. “I don‘t think I could handle anymore… Excitement.” He used the word liberally, he was, after all, feeling too old for much more than work and existing.

He faked a shocked expression, a hand on his chest, "Me? Oh no, I tell the truth," the reflection's other hand made a loose fist, and then made a tugging motion. If it worked, he'd be able to 'reel' Ples closer. "Besides, isn't it what you have me for? I provide you with more than just a little fun, don't I?"

Ples couldn’t place as to what exactly it was, but he felt like he was being pulled forward, “I-I-I suppose…” He admitted, a bit flustered as he was pulled a tiny bit even closer. He felt vaguely uneasy being this close to his other half. Despite how often he saw him and how pleasurable his visits were [most of the time], he often felt put off at how this side always got the better of him.

His 'other half' hummed, and he stopped that little tugging motion of his. He was close enough, as his reach was obviously limited. "You see, Ples, I know you... don't seem to like me but what choices to you have?" There was grin, and his hand, then his arm, extended out from the mirror, pulling the other in by the shirt until Ples was against the mirror fully.

Ples made an almost yelping noise as he was pressed against the mirror, obviously flustered, “I… I like… I mean…” He gasped a little as he floundered for words that didn’t seem to be coming.

"Hm? Take your time, take your time..." he seemed to purr near Ples' ear, one arm keeping him against the glass of the mirror while the other was busy snaking under the shirt. "Don't be so nervous. Tell me."

The arm sliding up his shirt really didn’t make it any easier to find words. He tried again, “I-I don‘t dislike you…” He managed out, shivering a little as a flush spread across his cheeks.

"Oh?" He turned his head, noticing the tint of pink on Ples' cheeks. "You don't dislike... usually that means that you 'like' something." His fingertips danced along his ribs and traced lazy circles on his chest. "Does this mean you like -me- Ples? I'm flattered, I would've always thought the opposite!"

“I-I‘m rather n-neutral on the matter…” Ples stuttered out, trying to regain his composure, and failing miserably. It wasn’t often that he got gentle caresses and they certainly wreaked havoc on his nerves. The slightest touch sent him shivering all over. “Pl-Please…” He tried, “I sh-shouldn‘t…”

"Mhm," like he would believe that. He felt the shivers also - still technically a reflection of Ples - and they were wonderful. Made even more wonderful knowing he was the cause of them. "Shouldn't what? Be enjoying his?" The touches didn't stop, eventually his fingers peeking out from Ples' shirt and stroking his collarbones.

“Shouldn‘t… B-Be /doing/ this…” Ples said, pitifully aroused at the fingers sliding across his collarbone. This was mostly degrading, but it excited him in very odd way, never really knowing if his other half was going to pet him or choke him, both sounding equally enjoya- He stopped that thought there, far too ashamed at the introspection it would warrant.

"Oh, but you're not doing a thing, I am." He chuckled, keeping his fingers at his collarbone, while his thumb stretched along the other. He could, of course, raise his hand a little more and encircle his fingers around Ples' neck right then and there, but no. His 'host's' emotions were catching on to him, "You're ashamed that you like this, don't you?"

“What?! N-No!” He denied it even though he knew it was pointless to lie to the man, who knew every thought that ever crossed his mind. He looked away from the mirror against, condemning blush spreading further across his face even as he scowled.

His smile only widened across his face if it was even possible. "You stutter when you're nervous, you stutter when you lie, Ples... you're a mix of both right now."His voice was low, almost near a purr, his thumb and index finger moved up to Ples' neck, giving it just a subtle hold. Letting him know that he could, and he would.

Ples remained silent, letting a few shuddering breaths and the soft ticking of the clocks be the only sound in the room. “Wh-Why do you…” He wasn’t entirely sure how he wanted the end of that sentence to go; perhaps “do this to me?” Perhaps, “make me like this so much?” Both were valid questions in his opinion.

He leaned in, most of him actually escaping the mirror, his cold cheek against Ples' oppositely hot one. "Why do I...?" he murmured, his hand creeping up Ples' neck a little more, and the hold just subtly getting tighter. "I'm a part of you, what am I not going to know?" He cocked an eyebrow, "Hm?"

Ples closed his eyes as he felt the man’s cheek press against his, it actually felt quite nice, not that he would mention that. He opted for the question that revealed less about his current state, regardless of how obvious it may or may not have been, “D-Do this to me?” He asked, breath getting faster as the hand on his neck tightened marginally.

He only shrugged, "Because you need an escape... and who better to provide it?" He glanced down at Ples' chest, watching it rise and fall slightly as his breathing was picking up. His hand tightened around his neck, sort of looming over him now. "No one can please you better than I can, Ples."

>>56816
Huh. Is it archived anywhere?

Have a sexy Ples.

Got mine on Tuesday night. <3

>>56816

She also had one going with her sister called Under Lock and Key, which I liked very much and wish she and her would continue at some point.

As for ditching her works, she really has no sympathy from me. I mean, I understand the pressure of having such a huge fandom, but she does this for a living. And this is not her first time, as you said, she's done this before, so she should expect drawing in a large fandom. I think she does need to get over herself a little bit, and just go back to drawing her comics, and stay as active in her fanbase as possible. Just dropping a comic when it's halfway through the plot is pretty cheap.

>>56871
Gyuh, you lucky jerk.
This Veser I got is like a cancer right now.

>>56882
I disagree, as a cartoonist and webcomicker myself (I won't say which).
I mean, considering just how big and, honestly a little bit obsessive, the fandom has been getting, she's been coping pretty well so far.

And keeping up a comic is really, really hard. It took me a good 5 or 6 years to ever begin a comic which I saw through from start to finish. If you feel like the story is no good, then there just isn't any motivation to see it through. If you tried to finish it just for the fans, your own disinterest in it would very likely show. I think it's pretty common for cartoonists to start and drop a lot of projects before they can find something they feel is good enough to continue, just as a part of the learning process.

That said, the longer she leaves it, the harder it will be for her to pick it up again, so even if she is taking a break to do all the drawing and signing for the 4DE books and everything, she should at least drop a page now and then to keep her own interest in it. Plus, now it's signed to 4DE, I can't see her abandoning it.

Regarding the missing pages/books that have not arrived yet, someone from 4DE posted on the forum at the Hanna site. For those who don't visit there, I'll repost here:

---

>Hi!

>Thanks for all of the comments. We have been getting the emails at info@4thdimensionentertainment.com regarding the missing section. It's about one whole page, when you compare it to the web comic.

>The comics are being mailed out chronologically, aside from a few that required a new label or an address update. The customers in the U.S. will recieve theirs first, followed by international shipments.

>Also, the comic that is available on 4DE does NOT have any kind of personalization. It's simply the comic without Tessa's awesome doodles or signature. The shipping of those comics have also been delayed because we are trying to be respectful and get the pre-orders out first. However, if you have any suggestions to improve our shipping or pre-order polices, please email us. :)

>Lastly, I erroneously told a few people that they could request a signature or a doodle. Alas, this is not so. We couldn't do custom requests in the comic. We have no way of tracking several hundred sketch requests. It would simply take too much work, make an obscene delay in the whole process, as well as be unfair to all of the people who didn't make a request.

>If you got a doodle of a character you're not fond of, then I recommend starting a thread in this forum to offer to trade your comic for another person's comic. That's the only way I can think of to be fair to everyone.

>We apologize for the delay and appreciate your understanding. Please continue to email us with any concerns at info@4thdimensionentertainment.com.

>Heather
>Sales
>4DE

>>56900
4DE sucks in general imo.

Um... hey, guys.

Haven't been here in a while...

>>56919
I really don't want to smacktalk 4DE since I want to support them as a company just like I want to support Tessa as an artist...but I have to say, this isn't the first problem I've had with them. (I've had several order problems with them - mostly simple slowness, no big deal, but what bothers me is that they NEVER answer my e-mails. Ever. The only response I've ever gotten out of any of their people on anything was from the person who runs their DA.)

I really want to support them, I know what they're doing is hectic since they're a newish company, but I really wish they'd fix these communication problems. As a paying customer, I'm kind of not super thrilled at this "Yeah you guys are missing pages, awesome, good for you" attitude. :\

DERP DERP DERP SCHOOL NOTES WITH SHITTY FLAT COLOR LA LA LA

>>56931
Lovin' the tones

hey /coq/, new anon/drawfag here. just dropping some hanna/{...} cuteness to see what you guys think. critique would be lovely.

>>56893
This. Hate to say it but I'd rather she dropped the project than continue HiNaBN if she's not into it---the quality would definitely go down. I mean, I certainly hope she springs back into action, because I love Hanna, but at the end of the day...she has a life. I have a life. Worlds would not end. I'm not even sure the fandom would end.

Anywho, I am STILL writing fic (slow slow grad school slow) and waiting for my book to come in the mail so I can see who I got! Will definitely post the sketch when I get it, I love seeing other people's.

>>56945

Since you asked so nicely, and lovely is one of my favourite words...

The only things I can see that would improve your technique dramatically is having their necks bend a bit more.

Once you bend the neck a tiny bit they look a little less stiff. And then the length [or foreshortening] of ...'s arm is a little too short as well as his thumb, but just a tiny bit.

Other than that, not bad, drawfag. :D

Edit: Fucking sage fail. Damn, I need to go to bed.

>>56963

thank you kindly my dear. :) i am working on the neck/hand/foreshortening thing slowly but surely and attempting to make the people i draw look less like...statues. your opinion is duly noted and greatly appreciated.

Alright folks, I'm about to dump some stuff I've done on you folks. Starting with a sketch of Worth all beat up 'n stuff. Hng I'm tired.

Uhm. Next is Veser. Yes, I know his neck is too long. Yes, I know he doesn't have a pelt. Yes, we have no bananas.

HNG ITS SYMBOLIC.

Err. A doodle that I slapped some color on of Lee. Lyrics are from "15 Steps" by Radiohead.

And to round this all off and end my pic-spamming journey for the night, we have some creepy Worth singing "Dr. Dick" to Conrad.

I hate that song and it gets stuck in my head and then I do crap like thiiiiis. Just a doodle that I half-assedly inked and colored hurhur.

I like your style, Davyn. Especially >>57108 and >>57105. Do post more.

>>56936 Dat Ples.

Have a sketchy Worth.

Abuse does not translate well over a phone.



Sept. 2, 2008
10:11 pm
dude i just fucking FLEW down the stairs

Sept. 2, 2008
10:13 pm
u gotta learn how 2 use those stairs man. u ok? lol

Sept. 2, 2008
10:15 pm
yea got a bigass cut on my forehead tho. i'll show u tomorro, its gonna leave a wicked scar lol
10:16 pm
vouch 4 me in pre-cal cuz ms lowry's gonna freak when she sees it

Sept. 2, 2008
10:19 pm
lol k. i'll just be like "o he was tryna impress some girl & busted his face open"
10:20 pm
cuz if u tell her u fell down ur stairs again shes gonna think ur dad fuckin beats u or somethin lol

Sept. 2, 2008
10:21 pm
lol nah just fuckin clumsy
10:22 pm
but yea impressin a girl is way less stupid than the stairs lol so go w/ that

Sept. 2, 2008
10:24 pm
lol k got ur story straight. u do the hw in eng?

Sept. 2, 2008
10:26 pm
no cant rly see 2 good rite now so im just gonna copy lauren's at lunch & u can copy mine

000

Sept. 3, 2008
11:36 am
told u lowry would freak

Sept. 3, 2008
11:37 am
i told her u were tryna impress a girl like i said i would!

Sept. 3, 2008
11:39 am
yeah & she didnt believe us u tard

Sept. 3, 2008
11:42 am
w/e. where were u at lunch man i needed 2 copy ur hw!

Sept. 3, 2008
11:44 am
in the counselors office
11:45 am
cuz ur stupid ass cant help me tell 1 fuckin lie

Sept. 3, 2008
11:47 am
whoa chill dude its not that big a deal, just tell the truth & say u fell down the stairs like the retard u r
11:48 am
wait y r u in the counselors office

Sept. 3, 2008
11:49 am
cuz she & lowry think i live in a fuckin "abusive household"!

Sept. 3, 2008
11:50 am
thats fucked up man
11:52 am
u dont rite?
11:54 am
hello?

Sept. 3, 2008
11:55 am
wtf no!
11:56 am
me & my dad r fuckin bros man
11:57 am
& im not some pussy who gets beat by his mom
11:59 am
christ this is like the 3rd time someones gotten in my business cuz of this
12:01 pm
i just get in fights & crash my bike & shit
12:02 pm
im not exactly GRACEFUL

Sept. 3, 2008
12:04 pm
lol i'll believe that
12:05 pm
relax dude just tell em the truth & theyll leave u alone

Sept. 3, 2008
12:06 pm
w/e
12:09 pm
& i didnt get to copy lauren's hw so we can just fail together lol

000

Nov. 16, 2008
2:20 pm
lol i heard the new girl talkin about u

Nov. 16, 2008
2:21 pm
hell yea. girls, they love me

Nov. 16, 2008
2:22 pm
lol doubt it
2:23 pm
she was sayin u look hella freaky

Nov. 16, 2008
2:24 pm
fuck u

Nov. 16, 2008
2:22 pm
like an alien

Nov. 16, 2008
2:25 pm
FUCK U

000

Jan. 29, 2009
9:33 am
got a date w/ claire. mission accomplished

Jan. 29, 2009
9:34 am
congrats

Jan. 29, 2009
9:35 am
mustve been my new cologne. fuckin sexy

Jan. 29, 2009
9:36 am
dude i smelled that earlier when u fuckin sneaked up on me

Jan. 29, 2009
9:36 am
lmao i saw ur face when u turned around, u had the best OH SHIT face before u saw me

Jan. 29, 2009
9:37 am
wtf r u wearing, u smell like my dad
9:38 am
i smelled u & thought it was him 4 a sec

Jan. 29, 2009
9:39 am
idk, some expensive italian shit. its sexy, idgaf what u say. theres a reason ur dad hooked up w/ a MILF like urs

Jan. 29, 2009
9:40 am
ugh

000

Apr. 1, 2009
12:00 am
HAPPY BDAY BRO!
12:01 am
UR 18!
12:02 am
veserrrr
12:03 am
heyyyy
12:04 am
u cant be asleep, not at midnite on ur 18th dude
12:05 am
TXT ME BACK COME ON
12:06 am
wtf where r u
12:07 am
u always have ur phone & u txt at like the speed of light so i know ur not just bein slow
12:08 am
either ur dead or ignoring me
12:09 am
u asshole u better be dead
12:10 am
ok jk about the dead thing. not on ur bday, i'll be nice on ur bday
12:11 am
VESER
12:12 am
VESERRRRR

(1 missed call)
(2 missed calls)
(3 missed calls)

12:30 am
dude i know ur not getting laid or anything
12:32 am
ANSWER UR FUCKIN PHOOOONE
12:33 am
plz. since its ur bday. plz. look, bein polite & and everything.

(4 missed calls)

Apr. 1, 2009
2:19 am
hey

Apr. 1, 2009
2:21 am
wtf!
2:23 am
helloooo? takin 2 long 2 respond bro!

Apr. 1, 2009
2:26 am
stfu im txting w/ 1 hanf
2:28 am
hand*
2:32 am
my left hand, & im rite-handed
2:35 am
my arm's snapped bro come pick me up

Apr. 1, 2009
2:35 am
huh?

Apr. 1, 2009
2:37 am
just fuckin pick me up man my arm's broken i need 2 go 2 the hospital
2:42 am
dont go 2 my house im at the bus stop 2 streets fown
2:43 am
down*

Apr. 1, 2009
2:44 am
k lemme sneak out & i'll be there in 5 bro dont worry

Apr. 1, 2009
2:47 am
thx

000

May 13, 2009
4:13 pm
got accepted at NYU!

May 13, 2009
4:15 pm
whoa man congrats! lol what do u wanna do there?

May 13, 2009
4:15 pm
lol nothing im not gonna go anyway, just thought i'd apply and see what happens
4:16 pm
im just gonna go to the community college anyway

May 13, 2009
4:17 pm
lol dream big
4:17 pm
u tell ur parents yet? they should take u out to celebrate or somethin lol

May 13, 2009
4:18 pm
no

May 13, 2009
4:18 pm
y not?

May 13, 2009
4:19 pm
idk
4:19 pm
i might tell lee tho

May 13, 2009
4:20 pm
alright, still dont see why u dont just tell ur parents but w/e
4:20 pm
lol 420

May 13, 2009
4:20 pm
hahahaha

000

May 20, 2009
1:01 pm
hey GameStop is hiring
1:02 pm
and i'll bet u anything theyll hire u even if u go in there w/ that black eye lookin like a punk, they don't give a fuck
1:04 pm
cuz andrew works there & everybody in town knows he tried to knife a guy a few years back & they hired him

May 20, 2009
1:05 pm
fuck yea, thx man, gonna apply stat
1:06 pm
need to pay room & board somehow if i wanna get outta the house

May 20, 2009
1:07 pm
u can just live at home & go to school till u decide u wanna transfer somewhere u know
1:07 pm
thats what im doing

May 20, 2009
1:08 pm
fuck that i want my own place. dorm room counts as my own place
1:09 pm
preferably a place without stairs
1:10 pm
fuck stairs man

May 20, 2009
1:12 pm
lol i cant even count how many times u've tumbled down those stairs man, & this is like ur 6th black eye that ive seen
1:13 pm
ur gonna die a virgin i just know it

000

May 26, 2009
2:00 pm
u awake yet?

May 26, 2009
2:03 pm
unfortunately. i want to DIE
2:06 pm
where the fuck am i
2:09 pm
oh thank god im at lee's i just about shit myself

May 26, 2009
2:11 pm
lol on a scale of 1-10 how bad is last nite kickin u in the balls

May 26, 2009
2:14 pm
its about a 16
2:16 pm
it was fun tho
2:17 pm
even tho u & everyone else made fun of me 4 bein the shortest guy graduating so fuck u but my head hurts 2 much rite now to properly bitch u out

May 26, 2009
2:19 pm
lol w/e
2:20 pm
lee's ur dads bro he's not gonna tell him ur hungover at his house is he?

May 26, 2009
2:22 pm
no we made a pact

May 26, 2009
2:23 pm
lol
2:23 pm
btw speaking of lee, he ttly wants to bone ur mom

May 26, 2009
2:25 pm
yea im aware

May 26, 2009
2:26 pm
like srsly he wants to plow into her till theres no tomorro, i swear 2 god

May 26, 2009
2:27 pm
brb puking forever

000

Aug. 12, 2009
11:55 am
hey r u sure u cant come over & help me move out

Aug. 12, 2009
11:56 am
yea sry man i hate 2 bail
11:57 am
isnt ur dad gonna help tho?

Aug. 12, 2009
12:00 pm
well yea
12:01 pm
idk i just think it'd be easier if we had 1 more person & not just the 2 of us

Aug. 12, 2009
12:02 pm
sry i cant

000

Dec. 25, 2009
8:39 am
merry xmas

Dec. 25, 2009
8:40 am
u 2!

Dec. 25, 2009
8:41 am
whatd u get?

Dec. 25, 2009
8:42 am
money
8:43 am
u?

Dec. 25, 2009
8:44 am
lee got me pendulum tickets
8:45 am
wanna go?

Dec. 25, 2009
8:46 am
hell yea!
8:47 am
anything else? like from ur parents

Dec. 25, 2009
8:47 am
i didnt ask for anything

Dec. 25, 2009
8:49 am
rly? thought theyd get u that drum set u've been bitchin about all year, figured u'd beg 4 it

Dec. 25, 2009
8:50 am
nah didnt wanna ask em

Dec. 25, 2009
8:51 am
oh ok
8:52 am
r u at their house rite now?

Dec. 25, 2009
8:53 am
yea lee's just about 2 leave, im gonna get a lift out w/ him if dad lets me leave

Dec. 25, 2009
8:54 am
k swing by my place when u leave we'll go 2 breakfast

Dec. 25, 2009
8:55 am
k

(1 missed call)

Dec. 25, 2009
10:01 am
where r u im hungry

Dec. 25, 2009
10:13 am
hey sry
10:14 am
lets go 2 lunch instead
10:15 am
i had 2 go 2 the ER real fast 2 get stitches

Dec. 25, 2009
10:16 am
y?

Dec. 25, 2009
10:17 am
driveway was real icy
10:17 am
cracked my head on it

Dec. 25, 2009
10:18 am
ouch lol & on xmas 2. u would.
10:19 am
lee take u 2 the ER?

Dec. 25, 2009
10:20 am
no he left before it happened
10:21 am
so ur hungry come pick me up im outside the hospital

Dec. 25, 2009
10:22 am
y dont we just meet up
10:23 am
who took u 2 the ER, have them drop u off at tgi fridays

Dec. 25, 2009
10:25 am
i cant, i took the bus
10:26 am
i wont have any $ left for lunch if i use what i've got 4 bus fare again

Dec. 25, 2009
10:28 am
wtf u busted ur head open bad enough to need stitches & u took the fuckin BUS?
10:29 am
u were at ur parents house, y didnt either of them drive u?
10:33 am
hello?

Dec. 25, 2009
10:35 am
dude dont worry about it do u wanna go eat or not

Dec. 25, 2009
10:37 am
well yea but
10:38 am
thats fucked up man ur dad shouldve taken u or something

Dec. 25, 2009
10:39 am
w/e man r u gonna pick me up or r u gonna bitch some more

Dec. 25, 2009
10:40 am
fine w/e im on my way

000

Jun. 6, 2010
4:11 pm
lmfao
4:12 pm
i just saw a ginger midget workin at target
4:12 pm
like no lie he's shorter than u

Jun. 6, 2010
4:14 pm
lol! i know who ur talkin about
4:15 pm
his nametag says his name is like hannah or something
4:15 pm
hanna* i think it was some weird way of spelling it

Jun. 6, 2010
4:16 pm
lololol hannas not a boys name

000

Oct. 12, 2010
7:20 pm
hey im takin a rain check on hangin out tomorro

Oct. 12, 2010
7:21 pm
ok. y?

Oct. 12, 2010
7:21 pm
lee needs help w/ somethin

Oct. 12, 2010
7:22 pm
k just tell me when ur free then

000

Oct. 15, 2010
5:59 pm
dude where the fuck is lee

Oct. 15, 2010
6:00 pm
idk. y would i know

Oct. 15, 2010
6:01 pm
im just wondering aloud u retard

Oct. 15, 2010
6:02 pm
christ who pissed in ur cheerios this morning?
6:03 pm
ur the 1 who saw him last

Oct. 15, 2010
6:04 pm
i know, i asked him 2 find somethin 4 me & i havent seen him since

Oct. 15, 2010
6:05 pm
he's probably just holed up in his house jackin off 2 pics of ur mom from graduation lol

Oct. 15, 2010
6:06 pm
fuck u man ur no help at all

000

Oct. 20, 2010
5:11 pm
omfg

(1 missed call)
(2 missed calls)
(3 missed calls)

5:17 pm
dude im so sorry about lee i just saw it on the news what happened?
5:20 pm
omfg

(4 missed calls)
(5 missed calls)
(6 missed calls)

5:25 pm
dude veser ur dads on the news
5:26 pm
he's the main suspect & he's gone
5:27 pm
cmon man answer the phone i need 2 talk

(7 missed calls)
(8 missed calls)

5:31 am
did he kill him? do u know?

Oct. 20, 2010
5:35 pm
yea

Oct. 20, 2010
5:36 pm
omfg there u r
5:36 pm
holy shit man thats so fucked up im so fuckin sry omfg
5:37 pm
where r u

Oct. 20, 2010
5:40 pm
friends apartment

Oct. 20, 2010
5:41 pm
do u want me 2 come over

Oct. 20, 2010
5:42 pm
no
5:42 pm
he's still asleep & i dont feel like leaving

Oct. 20, 2010
5:44 pm
bro idfk what 2 say
5:45 pm
r u ok?

Oct. 20, 2010
5:49 pm
dont ask stupid questions

Oct. 20, 2010
5:51 pm
sorry
5:54 pm
...dude
5:57 pm
ur dad killed his best friend

Oct. 20, 2010
6:00 pm
yea thx 4 pointing that out stupid

Oct. 20, 2010
6:01 pm
if he killed lee
6:03 pm
fuck
6:04 pm
ves was he like
6:04 pm
abusing u
6:10 pm
dude answer me

Oct. 20, 2010
6:11 pm
i dont want 2 talk about it

(number blocked)

>>57121
........EEEEEK

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ANON THAT JUST FUCKING KILLED ME. YOU HEAR ME? FUCKING STAB ME IN THE HEART AND GUTS UNTIL I WAS CRYING LIKE A BABY.

Oh Veser, fucking neglected by all who should've watched out for his welfare. Now I have this urge to fucking smother him in my cleavage and feed him delicious food all day. ;A;

You need to write more. This was amazing. The very believable everyday conversation leading up to our current story line had a great effect.

>>57121
This is brilliance. Veserrrrrrr

I'm bawing, and at the same time I want to read about Veser getting drunk and sleeping over at Lee's house because it sounds adorable.

>>56063
He can tell they're old vampires. Just the way that they move, speak, hold themselves. Abner can also tell that he is losing this battle. He is backing himself down the alleyway, his gun still in his hands, but not firing. Para is scurrying on his shoulders, giving off distressed squeaks. The hunter thinks nothing of these squeaks. He just wants to go home and take a long, hot shower and then maybe clean his apartment again. Abner feels a sudden burst of cold fly by him and Para stops squeaking. He stops. A low laugh comes hissing from behind him.
"Look at <i>this</i> Fin," the voice drawls. "I haven't seen someone keep a ferret since... I don't know... two hundred years ago?" 'Fin', the stockier vampire shurgs. "Hm," The thin vampire walks so that he is facing Abner. Para is wriggling in his grip. Abner feels ill. "Such a silly creature," the thin vampire gives the ferret an experimental squeeze. Both Abner and the ferret squeak.
"Please, don't hurt Par-" Abner stops abruptly when he feels another burst of cold. The other vampire, Fin, is leaning in close to him.
"And why should we listen to you, hm? Mr... Van Slyk?" The vampire's face is inches from his, and Abner supresses a shiver of disgust. "You came after us, with guns. Trying to kill us." Abner isshaking and the stockier man's hand is inching towards his mask. A single finger touches the mask. Abner feels his heart stop. "Drop the gun, Mr. Van Slyk." The weapon clatters to the ground. The other vampire, the one holding Para grins, showing his fangs.
"Now we're getting somewhere," the other vampire says. He drops Para, who skitters behind a trashcan. He moves closer. "Now, what's your name, Mr. Van Slyk? That's Finas and I'm Casimiro."
The way the name rolls off the vampire's tongue makes Abner shiver. He tries to back away from the
duo, but the vampire Finas grabs his clothed wrists. Shit.
"A-Abner," He says quickly. "Can you please <i>let go of me</i>?" His question is ignored and Casimiro eyes his mask and goggles.
"Why do you wear this ridiculous mask?" Long, cold fingers skim the edge of the mask. Abner stands stock still again. "And these silly goggles..." Abner's mouth is dry.
"Please, don't-" he feels his neck spasm and he resists the urge to twitch his head. Casimiro raises an eyebrow. Then grins at Finas.
"Would you look at that, Fin, we got ourselves a... what do you call it?" he thinks for moment. Then grins. "A mysophobe." Finas lets a slow grin work onto his face. "Come on Abner. Our hands are clean," Casimiro is still grinning as he plucks the mask off and throw it into the darkness behind him. Abner let's out a distressed keen. The hand moves to remove his goggles and Abner can hear them clatter into the darkness. He thrashes and suddenly Finas is behind him, grasping his arms with a bruising force. "What's the matter Abner?" Casimiro's (bare!) fingers grasp his neatly shaven chin and force his face to look up at the vampire's. "Huh," Casimiro tilts his head. "He's not half bad looking Fin," he swipes his thumb over Abner's lips and Abner gags (germsgermsgerms-holyshit). Finas just 'hmms' and he can feel the larger hand dragging the zipper of his coat down and the hair of Finas's beard brushing against his neck as the vampire noses at his neck and jaw. Casimiro grins.
"Don't looks so <i>dour</i> Abner. Touching isn't <i>all</i> bad." Casimiro is sliding a hand up under Abner's shirt (which he is going to <i>burn</i> when he gets home). He shivers as the cold hand brushes over a nipple. Each time he tries to wriggle away from the cold hand, he bumps into Finas, who is mouthing at his neck (Jesufuck he might have to light<i>himself</i>onfire when he gets home). Casimiro's thigh is suddenly inbetween his legs and is undulating very, <i>very</i> slowly. The hand is still wandering his torso. Finas is grinning agaisnt his neck.
"He's getting <i>aroused</i> Cas. I can smell it," Finas says and Casimiro drags his lips along Abner's cheek and continues to move his leg. "Have you ever let anyone touch you like this, Abner?" The red head just thrashes his head in a last, desperate attempt to move away. Finas gives a low chuckle. Abner can feel Casimiro's thigh begin to push against him harder. Two sets of lips are running up and down his neck and he wants to vomit, but the friction in his pants is a kind of nice distraction from what is happening. At the exact same moment, identical bursts of pain flair up on the side of Abner's neck. He jolts, thrashing and letting out a cry. The movement between his legs becomes a more focused action. Longer and more precise strokes that match the sucking and pulls at his neck. He is shaking, from fear or revulsion or blood loss (or God forbid, he is actually <i>turned on</i>), he isn't sure. All he knows is that there is this <i>pressure</i> building up in his abdomen and his body is <i>tingling</i>. Abner can feel feel his mouth open of his own accord as he moans. A cold hand tweaks one of his nipples viciously and his back arches, a high, alien noise coming out of him. He finds his hips moving mechanically against Casimiro's thigh and a wave of heat washes over him. He slumps against the thin vampire, who pulls away from his neck with a grunt and pushes him against Finas, who pulls his fangs out of Abner's neck. Casimiro is grinning.
"That was a <i>treat</i>," he licks his lips and Abner shudders. Finas moves away from the redhead and sidles next to Casimiro. Abner sways and leans heavily against the wall of the alley, his brain temporarily forgetting that the wall was covered in germs. "We'll see you around, Abner." The devilish grins disapere is a cloud of smoke and Sulfur. Abner looks up to see two bats taking wing. Finas calls out to him.
"Next time we call on you, leave the gun and cutesy pet at home." Abner <i>swears</i> Casimiro's laugh will haunt him until he dies.

>>57121
Shit, man, that actually really got to me. The timing was beautiful. Uggghh, fuck, very sad.

>>57128
Every time I see this picture I think Lee looks like he walked off a frame of The Iron Giant, which is totally okay with me. <3

>>57130

Not exactly porn, but thanks!
...
Oh god I want more of that sammich. ;A;

>>57137
I WILL WRITE YOU MORE OF THE SAMMICHE.

>>57145

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT I LOVE YOU.

>>57121

Oh my god. I cried.

>>57146
FFFFF I don't know if it's very porny. BUT I MADE IT WITH LOOOOOOOOOVE.

Abner's body is hot. He squirms, his skin feeling weird and tight and like there are... bugs underneath it. His brain feels slow and hot and stupid.
Abner leans heavily against a bus stop sign and tries to sort out his thoughts. He's missing gaps, and it takes him a moment to remember what happened. He had been walking to the grocery store... And a beautiful woman sidles up to him while he's waiting for the light to change. And she's smiling at him and saying something and pointing to a bar. Abner says no and looks to see if the light has changed and when he looks back, the woman is now a... man? A very, very gorgeous man. And he- she, whatever- is pointing back to the bar and Abner shakes his head again and bolts across the street, not caring if the light has changed and he can't really remember if he made it across the street, but the man/woman/thing suddenly has a iron tight grip on his wrists and is dragging him into an alley, whispering, filthy things into his ear. And it hits Abner that this thing is a succubus. The succubus has him in an iron tight grip and licks his cheeks, her nails ripping through the back of his shirt. He hisses at her, pushes her away. She laughs and then, suddenly her tongue is down his <i>throat</i>. And Abner does the most logical thing he can think of, he pulls out his concealed gun and shoots her in the belly. She lets out a screech and then-
Abner's memory ends there. He wants to cry because, as soon as he remembers what happened, he gets painfully hard. He feels his knees buckle and he can hear himself moan. And he knows what he has to do, and he retches a little.
Abner would have to masturbate. The thought sends a shiver of disgust through his body. He manages to pull himself up and find a dumpster to hide behind. He unbuttons the top of his pants and stops, bites his lip. He doesn't think he can do it. The rational part of his brain is screaming "you will <i>die</i>. Just do it." And the more... dominate part of his brain is screaming something about germs. He can feel his temperature rising and he's about to faint when he hears an all too familiar 'pop' and sulfurous smell.
"Well, well," a pleasent, British accent says. "I thought I smelled mysophobe." It's Finas and Casimiro, of course. Casimiro cackles.
"What's up, sugar plum?" Abner just growls and shrinks away. Casimiro laughs again. "What, no guns today?" Finas is looking at Abner with a strange look.
"Smell his breathe Cas," Finas says.
"What?" Casimiro looks at the other vampire. "Why the fuck would I do that?" Finas gives him an exasperated look.
"Just do it," Casimiro, huffs then leans into Abner's face.
"You heard him, sugar," Abner exhales shakily and Casimiro sniffs the warm breathe, he pulls away, his tongue sticking out slightly as he thinks. Abner watches the tongue, feeling his face get hot. Casimiro turns towards Finas. "You seriously don't think-?" Finas nods. "Succubus?" Finas nods again. They exchange smirks. "Darling," Casimiro turns back to Abner. "I think it's high time we invited you over to our house." Finas is grinning.
"We aren't taking 'no' for an answer."
~
If his brain wasn't so clouded, Abner would have noticed that Casimiro's and Finas's apartment is <i>really</i> nice. But he is too busy getting his clothes ripped off. Casimiro is kissing him and Abner tastes Listerine on the vampire breathe and feels a sudden rush of affection for the vampires when he smells the same, comforting mouth wash on Finas's breath. Finas is grinding against his ass and Casimiro is pulling down his pants and underwear...
A firm, cold hand is grasping his too hot, painful erection and Abner moans, loudly and unhindered. Casimiro laughs and presses his mouth against his neck. Finas is fumbling behind him and suddenly, two cold fingers are probing at his-
"Fuck!" Abner struggles, his brain suddenly hurting and feeling to sharp and-
"Shush," Finas is still toying with his entrance and Casimiro's touches have become softer. "We just want to help you." Abner whimpers as Finas stretches and scissors him. Casimiro keeps petting at his length and suddenly, the fingers inside him brush against something and he comes, hard and fast. To his chagrin, he finds himself getting hard almost immediately. Casimiro eyes his dick with a raised eyebrow.
"Some succubus," he mumbles. Finas 'hms' and adds another finger. Abner twitches, feeling too hot again. Casimiro is moving his other hand around and is adding one of his own, slim fingers to the three already in his ass. It takes a few minutes of stroking and kissing to get Abner relaxed enough, and then Finas and Casimiro are slipping their fingers out of him and Casimiro is hoisting Abner up so that he is leaning against Finas's chest and his legs are wrapped around Casimiro and Finas is pushing into him.
And as soon as Finas pulls out, Casimiro is pushing in and the two vampires form this devilish rhythm and Abner can barely <i>see</i>, his brain is so clouded with lust. It's Finas's hands that reach around to grab his length this time and the fingers barely touch him and he's coming again.
Abner blacks out again. Maybe. He isn't sure. But when he wakes up, he is sandwiched by the two vampires, who are sleeping. He feels a little lightheaded and feels dried blood and bite marks on either side of his neck. He massages his temples and is about to get up to find a shower, when he feels two sets of eyes on him and a cold hand inching down his stomach.
A shower is going to have to wait.

>>57121
JESUS CHRIST ANON. It takes a metric shit tonne of scrolling to get around it, but IT'S SO WORTH IT.

It got to me. Seriously it did. :c Veserrrr.

>>57121
Dear anon;
you're an artist. Omg how did you even do this *cries a bit more feels ridiculous*

Cas/Ves pic... this happened during my RP so.. yeah.. and I totally suck at drawing porn..

>>57161

OH JESUS CHRIST YES. UNNNF.

o hey /coq/, long time no see

i kinda feel like drawfaggin', anybody care to prompt?

>>57249

holy shit. Tentaclees, in my /coq/, DRAWFAGGING? More likely than you think.

I've had this hard-on for Ples bound, gagged and forcibly stimulated through his proper English pants for a while now. Also maybe some vibrator on his gears. Do it and I will come so hard you can use me as a fucking projectile weapon.

>>57249

Young Worth and Lamont. Preferably fucking.

>>57249

Sweeeeet.

Hanna walking in on Zombie naked, dusting himself or whatever zombies do to keep clean.

OR

Lamont walking out of his bathroom after a shower to find Worth and Conrad doing it on his bed.

>>57264
asdlkjfas;ldkfj, Zombie taking a dustbath like a chinchilla, yesssss.

>>57249
FUCK YEAH TENTACLEES

I would LOVE to see some Fin/Cas/Connie by you. I would explode into a glittery shower of candy and rainbows and jizz.

>>57249
ABNER SAMMICHE. With Cas and Fin. I will jizz rainbows and unicorns.

>>57272

I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW, ANON. D:

His gun, his mask and his goggles all clatter to the ground noisily, resting at his feet after a moment, useless. The only sounds he can hear after that are the shifting and friction of clothes—and bodies—and his own panicked, erratic breathing.

“Don’t worry, VanSlyk,” a voice purrs into his ear, arrogant and light and alluring. There’s the faintest Italian accent rolling into the air with each word, and he shivers. “We’re not going to suck you dry, not just yet. Isn’t that right, Finas?”

They’re talking about his blood, obviously. But he knows they’re hinting toward something else as well, and he shivers again at the thought of it.

The reason Abner doesn’t fight back is because of that hand clamped over his mouth, dark and slender fingers pushing past his lips and forcing into his mouth. They press at his tongue and he snaps his head back, only to slam it into a firm chest. In front of him is Casimiro, one hand over—in—his mouth and the other reaching for his belt. Obviously the chest he’s hit his head against belongs to Finas; immediately strong arms wrap around his midsection, one just above his waist and the other just below his shoulders, holding his arms down. Holding him down in general, because when he lashes out he can’t move; he’s tried kicking at them both, but they seem to be doing a fine job of sandwiching him.

It felt like far longer than the few seconds that had actually passed, and he gags around Casimiro’s fingers a little, eliciting a sharp bark of laughter. Finas hums softly in response to the other vampire, who sniggers to himself this time, one hand still hovering over Abner’s belt. Almost as if by a change of heart, he pulls his hand away and lifts a leg, grinding it between Abner’s legs. Suddenly Abner isn’t just wishing for his mask back, for his goggles back; he’s wishing death on them, wishing he had his gun back so he could blow their brains out, purify them with his holy water bullets.

He mumbles a curse around Casimiro’s fingers, unable to pull away from them now that he was so tightly pressed by both vampires. Casimiro is undulating his leg, and Abner suddenly gasps, his stomach lurching uncomfortably.

“Casimiro,” Finas mumbles against Abner’s neck as he presses his lips to the nape. Abner twitches away from him, but Finas just squeezes his arms around the hunter and renders his attempts to resist as completely futile. “He’s resisting. Do you want this to be quick?”

“No,” Casimiro replies, pushing on Abner’s tongue again with a fingertip. He gags, again; when he writhes away Finas grazes a fang over the nape of Abner’s neck, threatening to bite down. He freezes, stock still, and Casimiro continues. “We’ll make him enjoy this, Fin.”

A cat yowls in the distance, and from his spot between the two vampires Abner envies that filthy stray’s freedom. He squirms again, and gasps lightly, incredulous, when he realizes he’s been grinding back against Casimiro’s leg. His hips were moving completely of their own accord, and he had no hope of stopping them. His stomach knots again and he groans around the fingers in his mouth. He couldn’t bring himself to bite down before, and he still can’t now, and he has no idea why.

“See?” Casimiro huffs a snicker, pulling his fingers from Abner’s mouth, who pants lightly and rolls his head away, grateful. Finas nods; for once, Casimiro has patience, and Finas sees exactly why. Or rather, smells it. “He’s aroused, Fin. He won’t admit it, but he’s aroused.”

They spoke of him as if he wasn’t there.

Abner is finding it very hard to breathe with Finas’ arms wound so tightly around him, and his panting is no longer from fear or disgust or denial, but from the lack of oxygen, and Finas realizes this, loosening his grip just enough that it was still firm, but it was also forgiving. So Finas has more of a heart than Casimiro, Abner concludes, even if it wasn’t beating.

Finas and Casimiro are tugging at the zipper of his jacket, Finas mouthing at the back of his neck and Casimiro still undulating his leg. Abner shudders violently when suddenly his jacket is gone, and in one fluid motion his jumper is riding up his abdomen as Casimiro trails a cold hand over his stomach. He writhes, startled by the crisp breeze rolling over him, and the smooth, freezing fingers tracing over faint torture scars. And it almost feels good. Almost.

“Some of these look like they were pretty nasty, VanSlyk,” Casimiro observes with a leer. He traces a fingertip over a more prominent scar, thin but long. Abner squirms again, whining pathetically, brokenly. “Tell me, has anybody ever touched you like this before?”

“N—No!” Abner snaps, probably a little too quickly. It felt as if he hadn’t spoken in ages; his throat burns just that tiny bit from lack of use. Or was it from suppressing noises he had no idea he’d been trying to suppress? Whatever the case may be, neither vampire seems to be buying his response.

Finas hums softly behind him, nosing at his neck until he’s a mere inch away from his jugular. He kisses the spot before sucking at it, and Abner lets out an odd whine. His stomach is heating up, it’s almost uncomfortable, but this is something that he can’t deny any longer: it feels good.

Fueled by shame and rage and humiliation, Abner writhes violently, cursing to the high heavens and demanding to be let go. Suddenly Finas bites down on his neck, and Casimiro leans in to follow suit on the other side of his neck. He cries out, suddenly his words racked with stutters and the oddest noises he’d never before let slip past his lips.

He moans. The effect is immediate and he’s completely and utterly still again; both vampires pull away after a few seconds of hungrily sucking at his neck, drinking every single drop of blood that spills out of the hunter. The bites had barely been pricks, in reality, and the bleeding stops quickly.

Casimiro’s feigned patience is broken, and sensing this Finas backs up against the wall, bringing the hunter and the tanned vampire with him. Abner makes a confused grunt, Casimiro laughs softly. Both vampires are tugging at his pants, Casimiro working his belt off and tossing it to the ground carelessly with the rest of Abner’s things, Finas curling his fingers to tug his pants down by the belt loops. Finas still has his arms wrapped around Abner’s waist—Abner is writhing violently still, but somehow this wasn’t as much resistance as earlier—so Casimiro helps by tugging them off all the way once the other vampire has them down half the length of his forearms.

Abner whines and yells again, completely unaccustomed to the cold night air hitting his legs, or really, any body part other than his face. But when Casimiro unceremoniously shoves a hand down Abner’s underwear, he freezes and chokes on another moan, the sound still so foreign and confusing to him.

He’s not aroused. He can’t be. This is disgusting... He was lying to himself.

“VanSlyk,” Casimiro purred again, “stop denying it. You’re randy, I can smell it”—he leans in again to where he’d bitten Abner’s neck, sucking on it lightly so the bloodflow started up again—“and I can taste it.”

“F...Fuck you...,” Abner manages to growl, his face hot with an oncoming blush. Casimiro wraps slender fingers around Abner’s length, pumping him smugly. Abner lets out a strangled groan, which only grows louder when Finas presses his hips against him, biting at his neck again in the same spot as before. Finas is grinding against his ass slowly, and Casimiro is stroking him at the very same speed. Already his head is swimming, and he slumps back against Finas a little, hot and uncomfortable and tired of resisting.

Casimiro pulls his underwear down, lifting his legs and guiding them to his waist. Obediently Abner straddles him, legs wrapped tight around the tanned vampire; his hands are groping around from their restrained position to grip at whatever he can of Finas. His fingers brush over clothing—but that’s definitely not his jacket...when did Finas take that off?—and he grabs at it, balling the fabric up in tight fists until his knuckles are white.

Finas chuckles and rocks his hips hard against Abner, licking up his bloodied neck with a rough tongue that makes Abner squirm and hiss. He had no idea Casimiro had pulled his underwear down until he’d rolled his head, panting more from excitement than the actual need to breathe. He glances down, gasping whorishly at the sight of Casimiro’s hand wrapped tight around his cock, thumb teasing at his tip roughly until precum leaked out.

“Ah—ahh—Ca—Cas—” He couldn’t form anything intelligent, couldn’t even finish Casimiro’s name, as he moaned and bucked his hips, his body moving mechanically. He pried his eyes away, whimpering slightly and chewing at his lip. Casimiro chuckled, Finas following suit. Abner choked a little when he realized both Casimiro and Finas were working their own pants down one-handed, and his odd noises turned into a lusty cry when Finas pressed two fingers hard against his entrance. Teasing him, brushing over it and circling it, teasing him, teasing him, teasing him. Casimiro, on the other hand, is doing a fine job of shocking him, because after a few seconds of Abner’s impatient groans, he presses their arousals together. The hunter slumps back, crying out yet again and whining gratefully.

Casimiro is bucking his hips, grinding hard against Abner who’s shakily grinding back, tightening his grip on Finas’ clothes—a shirt, probably—and squeezing his legs around Casimiro in order to pull him closer. Finas finally pushes his fingers into Abner, eliciting a half-hiss, half-groan from him. He scissors his fingers carefully, working them in up to his knuckles. Casimiro reaches back to swat at Finas’ hand after a minute; Abner whimpers as the fingers invading him so skillfully pull out, slick and wet. Finas rests his hand on Abner’s hip, and he and Casimiro go back to biting at his neck, sucking roughly to restart the bleeding, pushing and pulling at his throat hungrily.

“Fffuck,” was probably the only real word Abner was able to produce in his current state. Rocking forward against Casimiro, and pressing back on Finas as he positions himself against his entrance, he easily set up a rhythm before Finas was even in. Abner arches his back as he feels the head of his cock press into him though, moaning breathlessly as the vampire rolls his hips and pushes himself in as far as he could go. A better—quicker, harder—rhythm is set up between the three; Casimiro rolling his hips against Abner’s, pressing their precum-slicked cocks together and pumping the both of them with one hand; Finas thrusting into Abner steadily, pushing in and pulling out slowly but roughly; Abner arching his back, hissing and generally making loud, whorish noises, pushing hard against Casimiro and then against Finas.

It’s like that for a while (nobody cared enough to keep track of time). Hot, steamy and lustful, neither vampires, nor their supposed-to-be-hunter making any attempt to keep things slow any longer. Abner is the loudest of the three of them, his moans, whines and gasps filling the night air like he had no control of them. Like he was completely shameless in comparison to Finas, whose loudest noise was a half-grunt, half-moan, or to Casimiro, whose loudest noise was a sharp hiss that was muffled by Abner’s bloodied throat. Both vampires had neglected biting at Abner’s neck, not wanting to risk getting carried away and sucking him dry (his blood was just that damned good, most likely because his mysophobic tendencies ensured that his blood was as clean and delicious as possible). Instead they’d settled for sucking at spots and leaving him dark hickeys, marks that would be relatively easy to hide with his turtleneck.

Suddenly Abner tenses around Finas, clenching his teeth and jolting without warning as he released against his and Casimiro’s chests, crying out both vampires’ names in as loud and lecherous a voice as possible. His vision blurs considerably and goes white as Finas continues thrusting into him, leading him through his orgasm; Casimiro groans roughly and rocks against him one last time before coming messily himself.

When Finas finally reaches his own climax, he thrusts into Abner as hard as he could possibly manage, moaning low and gutturally once he’s buried as deep as he can go. Abner makes a strange noise, a strangled yell or a gasped pant, he doesn’t even try to figure out what it was because he’s too busy reveling in the feeling of being filled by the stocky vampire. He slumps back against Finas, completely out of breathe; a problem that seemed to affect the other two as well, because they were needlessly panting along with him. Even if theirs was just slight, they were still panting, and Abner works up the strength to chuckle smugly, especially when Casimiro leans heavily against him.

Finas pulls out of him without warning after a long moment passed, but Abner’s too overwhelmed to react. He lolls his head lazily, still panting with Casimiro slumped against him.

“Mmm, damn. VanSlyk, that was actually pretty good...,” Casimiro purrs into Abner’s ear, his Italian accent thicker than usual but still relatively light. Finas licks up the blood drying on his neck, then licks his lips. Casimiro stands by himself when Abner doesn’t respond, only to find the hunter out cold.

“He passed out, Cas,” Finas chuckles, raising the hand he’d held on Abner’s hip to rest it over his heart, feeling his heart rate slow and steady along with his breathing to something denoting sleep. “Were we too rough?”

Casimiro barks a laugh, smirking at the hunter's sleeping form. “We weren’t rough enough, Fin.”

>>57275

...
AND I LOVE YOU, TOO. HNNNNNNNNNNNGH

>>57275

YOU MAKE THE BEST SAMMICHES.
GO BACK TO THE KITCHEN & MAKE ME SOME MORE.
<3

ALSO; STOLEN FROM DA.

>>57121

This was amazing and I love you.

>>57275

Dear Mantycore:

Marry me.
Demand, not a request.

>>56946
omigawd magpie, heresy! I would be friggin CRUSHED if she just ended the comic here. :'( I miss her art so bad :/ I check the site pretty often.

I can't wait for her to come back :(

>>57110
This is totally adorable. I'm gonna see this image every time I hear the song now. Where can I see more of your art?

>>57322
Heh, believe me, I'd be pretty damn sad (not to mention disappointed)...I think I'm just responding to the general level of frenzy surrounding suspicions of Hanna getting axed. I was pretty disturbed by something I stumbled on over at DA---somebody basically saying "my life will be over if this ends." I mean maybe that shit is par for the course in fandom, but woah. Just woah. Anyway, 'nuff of that, I will rejoice the minute she updates the comic and I am definitely lovin' all the porn still going on over here. <3

>>57262

Thisthisthisthis.

>>57262

YES

>>57251
oh GAWD this.

>>57275
OP here.
I'm so very fucking happy. You have no idea

>>57251
May I fill this one as well?

>>57249
This; >>57251
Oh dear god.
I just- the mere thought alone is nearly enough to make me very happy~
/nearly/.

IT CAME and also I came, because look at this fucking adorable Confag with his hair all sexed up un-gelled. But yeah, totally missing those pages, annoying. I love the extras in the back though.

>>57397

oh god jesus I CAME
brb drawing some shit up because Connie's canon messy hair is just aa;jnfke;senf

>>57397

............... Thank you for sharing this.

New kink GET.

>>57397
OH MY GOD.
as;dlkjas;lfjdsjg;sldf


brb foaming at the mouth

Have we seen this yet? It was by Tessa's sister Sarah.

>>57413
Yeah, but six months or so ago. I'd say it's safe to repost.

>>57366

FUCK YES GO FOR IT. GO FOR IT LIKE A FUCKING DEATH SENTENCE INMATE WOULD AFTER A PUSSY.

So anyone have the sauce for this gif?

>>57454
http://yasu-aibu.deviantart.com/

Sup? Have another scribble.

I'm surprised there's not more of this threesome floating around after those abandoned page sketches came out. C'mon, man. It's practically canon.

>>57409
IKR <3 I am so unbelievably happy with this, it pretty much makes up for me not getting the first round of books, I don't know what I could have asked for her to draw that would be better than what I got.

Okay, normally I'm not that into the cosplays, but LOOK AT THIS --> http://donda.deviantart.com/art/Unlikely-Duo-179184538
HNNNGGGGG

>>57459

I'm surprised, too. IT'S SO DELICIOUS AND SO FULL OF MANLY

Tick-tock, more like dick-dock, amirite?

>>57522
This is beautiful and I don't even like Ples that much.
Your art.
Oh my god.♥

>>57522
I want to marry you, & make sweet sweet love to you.
This is just- I don't even-
agtdgafsdgfadsf.
<3

>>57522
I'll be having a boner.
Over here.

I found this for you /coq. because I love you.

from http://humhumbert.deviantart.com/

So the news is that Sarah (Pickpocket) is moving to California for her job, and Tessa is going with her.
And you know...the whole moving thing takes a while; so that is probably why Tessa hasn't updated in a while.