FUCK THIS
YOU KNOW WHAT
THIS IS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER.
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Have you ever regretted a decision you made so much that you think about it all the time and you imagine all of the different ways the situation could have turned out if you didn’t mess up so bad
Arthas and Stratholme
(Source: dickochet)
amoralovesfood asked:
My gorgeous flamey sweety darling~!“My adorable sexy druidy sweetheart~!”
So yeah, I wanted to see if I could draw with three fingers bound in bandages. … Turns out I can… sorta…
Winterenchantment had an idea for a fic she’s writing involving Lor’themar in formal attire. I… probably won’t finish this so, if anyone wants to fix it up, be my guest. I won’t blame you for not wanting to, however. Look at this trainwreck you’d have to work with, haha!
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“Oh, yes, Mistress, please!” His whines have become keening moans, and he is all but praying for her to continue to punish him. “Please, Mistress, I want more…”
She doesn’t reply. Instead she switches attention to the other ear. Alternating between sucking his ear and spanking him. She pauses in this only to switch the crop into the hand hold his hair, so that she was able reach between his legs to grab him. Once sure she had his weight, she squeezed him. “What was that I could hear you?”
He cries out, wailing in need. “Mistress! Please, use me, punish me!” He’s panting and sweating, and his cock is so hard it hurts. He wants relief, he needs relief, and if he’s lucky, she’ll take her time in giving it to him.
Kaelessia gave a shout of laughter as she pulled her hand away. Still chuckling, she pulls him up by his hair to get him back onto his knees so she can sit in front of him. Straddling him, she pulls his hair to the side, she forces him to reveal more of his neck. She starts biting neck, careful of the rope and then switched to nipping his ear.
“I shall certainly use my most eager slave.” She rubbed her lower half against his. Then pushes away and push him back into his previous position. “But I’ll do that when your blindfolded. Next time, I promise.”
She cemented the promise by picking up her riding crop and striking his backside again.
He whines in need. She is torturing him now, and he needs relief. Ah, sweet, delicious torture, though, how he loves it! He secretly wishes it would never end, though his aching cock is begging for release.
He nods his understanding, but doesn’t release Rommath. “When will that happen..? Soon?” He sounds hopeful, almost pleading. He wants to help, so badly. He wants to be able to be useful - after all, being born of royal blood means nothing more than being an incredibly well-endowed servant, if you’re doing it right.
“All that is needed for the ritual is Loryarlotep and some minor preparation,” Rommath told him, “to fully participate it is necessary to expel your energy, so you can absorb and attune yourself to His as much as possible. The ritual is simple, you cleanse yourself of energy and then when he offers you his power, accept.”
“I can do that, no problem at all.” However, he worries about doing so, though he doesn’t say anything. “We should find him before I do that, you’ve seen me when I’ve gotten rid of it all…”
Memories of exhausted rantings and snapped arguments come flooding back and Kael fights off a fresh set of tears.
Finding Loryarlotep was an incredibly simple feat when you take into account that you’re sitting in a spire constructed of his flesh.
The room they were sitting in sprung to life, pulling them through into the antechamber below and sitting in his binds, patiently waiting was the great being himself.
“You called?” He asked, gazing at his high priest and then to his child.Rommath went to his God, “My Lord, whenever you are ready for the ritual.”
He looked to Kael’thas, beckoning him.
Kael steps forward, head down in reverence, to stand beside Rommath before Loryarlotep. He looks up at his parent for a moment before asking, “Purging my energy won’t hurt you, will it?” He seems genuinely concerned about this.
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“Oh, yes, Mistress, please!” His whines have become keening moans, and he is all but praying for her to continue to punish him. “Please, Mistress, I want more…”
She doesn’t reply. Instead she switches attention to the other ear. Alternating between sucking his ear and spanking him. She pauses in this only to switch the crop into the hand hold his hair, so that she was able reach between his legs to grab him. Once sure she had his weight, she squeezed him. “What was that I could hear you?”
He cries out, wailing in need. “Mistress! Please, use me, punish me!” He’s panting and sweating, and his cock is so hard it hurts. He wants relief, he needs relief, and if he’s lucky, she’ll take her time in giving it to him.
Kael sighs and snuggles against Rommath. “I’m still a little afraid, but I will do what I must!” He smiles up at his childhood friend before wrapping his arms around him and giving him a tight, but not crushing, hug.
“I really, really am glad to see you again. And… I’m really glad that you don’t hate me. Are there any… rites or rituals that I have to learn, though? Or do I bypass any of that because of what- of who I am?”
Rommath is glad Kael’thas is happy and gently returns the hug. No one can see them anyway.
“That you have met Loryarlotep and know his Avatar is the penultimate initiation into the Cult. We call it being ‘Blooded’, I’ve told you the basis of Loryarlotep’s history, which you would learn as you were initiated into the secrets. All that is left would be the ritual connection to Loryarlotep’s energies.” he explained
He nods his understanding, but doesn’t release Rommath. “When will that happen..? Soon?” He sounds hopeful, almost pleading. He wants to help, so badly. He wants to be able to be useful - after all, being born of royal blood means nothing more than being an incredibly well-endowed servant, if you’re doing it right.
“All that is needed for the ritual is Loryarlotep and some minor preparation,” Rommath told him, “to fully participate it is necessary to expel your energy, so you can absorb and attune yourself to His as much as possible. The ritual is simple, you cleanse yourself of energy and then when he offers you his power, accept.”
“I can do that, no problem at all.” However, he worries about doing so, though he doesn’t say anything. “We should find him before I do that, you’ve seen me when I’ve gotten rid of it all…”
Memories of exhausted rantings and snapped arguments come flooding back and Kael fights off a fresh set of tears.
Chuckling the hooded figure pulled off her cover. Letting her dark skin and black hair show as she addressed her newest companion. “You ought to be see whose going to punish you. At least the for first time.”
Kaelessia looked over him over with a wick gleam in her eyes, smiling as she stepped in close to him. Taking the rope, she looked up into his eyes. Her riding crop rubbing slowly against his sensitive area. “You’re going to lose these clothes. We wouldn’t want them to get ruined.”
He quickly disrobes himself, baring himself for her. His blue eyes are almost pleading with her, his obvious arousal proudly showing for her. He grins at her expectantly.
“Good. Know that if you ever want to stop, merely say Stop.” She held the riding crop between her legs as, with the ease of clear practice, she bound his wrist and then loops the rope around his neck so that he hands rested on his collar bone. Stepping back, she looked over her work. She didn’t want to harm him to badly. Stepping behind him she took hold of his hair then tugged it as she smacked his backside with the riding crop.
“Kneel.”
He moans, loudly, and does as he is bidden, kneeling for her and secretly praying that she would pull his hair again. It hurt so much, but felt so good… He looks up at her with big, lustful eyes that plead for more.
“Hm, something pleased you did it?” She chuckles darkly. “Which was action was it?”
“Was it this?” She strikes him against with the riding crop this time with a bit more force. Sliding it up his back takes a firmer grip on his hair, then tugs. “Or was it this?”
He twitches the tiniest bit at her strike, but bucks his hips in desire at the hair-tug. “Oh, no, no, I’ve been so bad, I need to be punished, please, punish me…”
“That wasn’t an answer”. She chuckles as she took a breath to steady her own excite nerves. She tugged his hair again as she leaned in to lick his ear. “Now tell me. What you like.”
She already knew, since she tugged his hair again as she snaked a hand down to rub his clearly aroused area. Gripping him there, she squeeze gently. Nipping at his ear. “You’ve got to answer if you want it.”
He whimpered at her grasp, bucking his hips against her hand, letting his head fall back with her tugs. “P-pull my hair, please, toy with me, I’m your pet, I’m your slave, to be used as you like…”
She gave a breathy chuckles to his response as she begins to move her hand on him, pulling his hair taut. She carefully counts 5 strokes, before squeezing his tip. She licks his ear as she works him. “Say, I’m your Mistress. Tell me how you want to be teased.”
He whimpers again. “Mistress, Mistress, please, tease me, slowly, so I have to beg…” He tries to grind against her hand, but is hampered by her hold on his hair.
“Good boy. Not so hard now was it?” She praises him by sucking on his ear. Releasing him, she shifts behind him taking up her crop. Pushing him forwards, she keeps a grip on his hair. She sucks on his ear as she smacks his backside with her riding crop only to slide it down between his legs to tease him by sliding it against his sensitive parts.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress, please!” His whines have become keening moans, and he is all but praying for her to continue to punish him. “Please, Mistress, I want more…”
Beattrix Lerathian
Aka the “Hotter than You” DK.
XDYou have NO idea.
So here we go… *ahem*
/steps up on soapbox.
I was getting a lot of grief yesterday because Beattrix is “pretty” and not just the usual load of crap, but well it’s all on her character blog.
Apparently having her MRP filled out with only pictures makes her a bad character and me a bad writer/roleplayer. LOL!
I was getting anon hate with things like “I hope u know deathknights are walking corpses so its funny that she’s a pretty princess lol” — but hey you know, elves aren’t allowed to be pretty, nope, not allowed. Because… they aren’t one of the prettiest races in the game/universe or anything, you know? Heaven forbid an elf be pretty. Oh wait — an elf death knight, how dare she be pretty. How dare she.
How dare I have a character that isn’t super original? I mean, I have a lot of nerve there.
The entire incident from yesterday has really opened my eyes.
- Something I’ve known for a while anyway, but generally kept on the down-low since I don’t really like to bring a lot of attention to myself BUT — People are two things. Dumb. Assholes.
- The environment that World of Warcraft roleplayers put themselves in consist of a never ending cycle of drama. No matter how much you try to avoid it — it catches up to you eventually.
- One gets criticized for being original. Being original and creative is generally noted as being labeled as a “Sue” — even when that creativity doesn’t show any “Sue”-ish characteristics at all.
- One gets criticized for not being creative and original with the tag of “It’s been done before” and “It’s overdone and unoriginal” and then the character is labeled as 2-dimensional and boring.
- There’s a fine line between “creative” and “cookie-cutter” that no individual can easily walk upon; because either side of the line is going to push and pull one back and forth in that never ending cycle of bullshit drama.
- It doesn’t matter to the vast majority of others that someone spends their time doing what they have fun doing — because everyone has an opinion, and they’re going to share their opinion whether you like it or not. People don’t know how to mind their own damn business.
- Going back to people are assholes; the insults and shit flinging is the easy part. Judging someone’s character and making snide and unwanted remarks is easy. Because being an asshole is easy. Hurting someone is easy. But not once did the individual who decided that my profile deserved such a harsh critique, ever once offer a method on how to improve. Because trust me, if that had been put in there as well, the entire argument wouldn’t have escalated like it did. I’m an artist, I’ve been handling criticism for 20+ years. Which is why I’m able to sit here and easily go over the events from yesterday with a level head — a few folks thought I was mad over this. No, not mad. Mildly annoyed at the general stupidity of others because they can form in a line behind an internet bully, but not mad. And saying things in part to defend my character and my methods of filling out profiles for my characters was seen as “the need to justify my bad” — umm no? More so I have a right to defend myself and stand up for myself when someone feels they have the right to insult and attack me; whether it be physical or in this case, verbal. That doesn’t make me mad, that makes me human. Come on people.
- After the events from yesterday, I’ve come to learn exactly why there’s a large majority of people who do not even bother trying to fill out their MRP/TRP2/FlagRSP profiles anymore. Why put the effort into writing something or drawing something when some elitist know-it-all will come along and try to tear down all your hard work? Even before yesterday, I remember quite a few individuals mentioning this person’s blog and saying that they hoped and prayed that their profiles are never posted, at least two individuals even said they took their profiles off of their characters completely with the exception of names and very basic information, and the meat and potatoes of those profiles are stored on websites elsewhere so the information is at least not lost, but it can’t be posted up for unwanted critiques.
The RP community on WoW is small already, I know that sounds a little absurd because there are a lot of us out there, but compared to the other server types the RP servers are the severe minority. That being said, the RP community is also very harsh and thrives on the equivalent of high school drama — which is sad, in my opinion. Because instead of whispering behind each other’s backs and pointing fingers and passing judgement on other people’s characters (like I’m sure the majority of us are guilty of and we just don’t want to admit it because then it makes us look bad) we should, as a community, be more supportive of each other and help each other out. That’s supposed to be what makes us part of a community in the first place >_>a but it seems most people are generally only interested in themselves and won’t lift a finger to help their fellow RPer out unless they can somehow benefit from it or get recognition… which is also, really sad.
Over all; the reason I decided to draw Beattrix next on my long list of characters was because of what happened yesterday. Yes, she’s pretty. Yes, she’s a death knight. But that’s only the face value of the character and I am not obligated to have every detail of her physical appearance or personality on display if I don’t want it there. If one only judges a character by what is in their profile — then what does that say for the people who actively RP and don’t use RP addons? What does that say about the folks who choose not to fill out their profiles but are still active in the RP community? You know what I think it says? Nothing. A profile is not a way to judge a character or a writer’s ability to bring that character to life.
And I think that is important to any writer, roleplayer, and artist out there.
If someone cannot offer constructive criticism in a manner that helps you improve — or gives you unwanted and unnecessary criticism — it does not make you a bad writer, roleplayer, or artist.
/steps down from soapbox.