awwwwww yissssss

French Zombie was hilarious and all, but I was so waiting for a new thread.

:|

-sage-

Drawfag still taking requests.

Drawfag also smells like animal skulls and H2O2.

>>47750
Teef, is that you?

>>47750

How about zombie/not!zombie in full police/detective uniform?

>>47757

I can't say I know who teef is, so I'll say that I'm probably not them e u e

Hi Drawfag! Do Zombie feeling up Hanna when he thinks he's asleep

i've been thinking, what if ples really did murder lee? surely he'd go to jail, right?

what if prison rape occured? and it just happened to be with worth cause he'd probably end up in jail for some reason or another anyway.

anyone want to write it? y/n?

>>47759

Drawfag delivering!

Someone prompted this in the last thread, and ZiggyStardust and I made a sort of trade out of it ( I drew and Ziggy wrote )! She's awesome; s'all I gotta say.

-------------------------

Of course, nothing lasts forever. Doc Worth has this amazing ability to just… work out whatever you most want him to never never know, and it’s some kind of freakish talent that he just outright abuses when he thinks it’ll be funny, and his idea of funny isn’t quite the same as everyone else’s, and ... yeah.

He’d been going to Worth’s for a couple of years, so he was pretty sure he was safe because in all this time if he’d actually noticed then surely Worth would have said something by now. Would have done something, at least, even if it was just to stencil something obscene onto a cast limb.

It wasn’t like he got complacent or anything, but somehow it seemed like Worth was being extra slow and thorough with his latest repair work, and surely he hadn’t worked it out, surely he was just, just, just having a total change of character or something. Sharp, bony fingers so so carefully grazing over his wounds with a stingingly cold swab, really taking their time about wrapping everything up. Just barely keeping the linen bandages on the right side of tight, and this was way more attention to his work than Worth usually paid.

“Haha, you okay? You’re not usually this, uh, attentive, when I’ve got all bashed up again,” Hanna laughed nervously.

“You sayin’ I’m usually a bad doctor?” Worth didn’t even glance up, and Hanna couldn’t quite see his face. “Move yer arm, set it here fer a minute.”

“N-no! Just that you’re usually really cranky and you don’t usually just sit and spend this much time just getting everything so, uh, so … tidy.” Hanna tried to crane around and see what Worth was doing. He could feel it, and the bandages were going way further up his forearm than they really needed to, not that he was objecting, god no, but…

“There! Nice and snug, ain’t it?” Worth leered. Hanna realised with a mixture of horror and fascination that his arm had just been very securely wrapped to rail on the edge of the table.

“Ah, wh-what are you doing?” he asked. Worth grinned and took his other arm, starting to swab just as patiently and delicately and maddeningly-slowly at it.

“You gonna tell me y’ don’t like this, then?” His tweezers pointed at Hanna’s crotch which, now sans jeans because of leg wounds, was horribly obvious. “Cuz there’s somethin’ that tells me otherwise.”

Hanna blushed as red as his hair.

“Yer always wrigglin’ an’ chatterin’. Figure this might make y’ a bit more manageable.” Oh god, he was really grinning too much now, he had something planned and it would be a really scary situation if wasn’t so incredibly hot. His other arm was now being bound down just like the first, and all he could feel was thin hands and cold steel and tight linen bandage and fuck, this was what he wanted so so badly.

He bit his lip to keep from chattering too much as Worth started to (agh, so slowly) clean up the scratches on his legs, but the habit was ingrained. The Doc looked up in irritation.

“If yer not gonna shut up, I’ll make y’ shut up.” Hanna flinched under Worth’s glare, but damn, even the threat was kind of enticing. An idea seemed to occur, and Worth rummaged through selections of shiny metal implements. He turned back, brandishing something strange and archaic, and Hanna squirmed in his restraints. “D’you know what this is, eh? This is designed to keep you from talkin’ all the bloody time.”

It was cold and hard and felt totally alien in his mouth, pressing his tongue down and keeping his mouth open at the same time. He felt weirdly vulnerable with it there, leaving him unable to speak or even close his mouth.

Unable to articulate more than throaty gargles, Hanna’s talking was no longer a distraction. Worth continued his patient, patient work, and now it was clear that he really was teasing on purpose. He spread Hanna’s legs, bound his ankles to the frame of the table just like he’d bound his wrists, all firmly tied in bandages. Hanna could wriggle his body, but any real movement was out of the question.

Worth didn’t let him go when he was done patching up all the scratches and cuts and wounds. He fetched scissors from his little surgical tray, and cut Hanna’s underwear off, even as Hanna uselessly tried to say… something. He wasn’t really sure what. All he knew, really, was that he was now naked on a cold steel table, wrapped up and tied down, and he had an incredibly embarrassing raging erection that didn’t wither even under Worth’s disdainful glance.

Worth ran a hand down Hanna’s exposed skin, along scars and hips and stopping just short of his cock. Hanna squirmed, but he didn’t have enough free movement to make any kind of contact.

“Gettin’ greedy, are ya?” Worth smirked, and reached under the table for something. He came back up with a box of disposable gloves and a pump-bottle of clinical grade lubricant. Hanna’s eyes widened as the Doc snapped on gloves and dribbled a sparse helping of the lubricant over the fingers of one gloved hand. The lubed fingers trailed lightly down his cock, over his balls, and kept going.

Unable to close his mouth or bite his lip, Hanna couldn’t keep silent as the (cold!) slicked-up fingers slipped in. Worth was still taking his sweet time about everything, just exploring as he felt fit, letting Hanna moan and writhe and ultimately manage absolutely nothing that Worth didn’t feel like giving. The skinny fingers found his prostate and started to work it, and Hanna wasn’t able to keep even the minimal vocal control he’d had till then.

Fuck, how was he doing that, so intense and god the feeling of the latex gloves and that half-way immobilisation and the restriction of the bandages only made it all so much worse, or better, or stronger, or something, and he came harder than ever before without a hand anywhere near his cock.

“Christ, y’ really take yer doctors an’ nurses shit seriously.” Worth muttered on the edge of hearing as Hanna lay gasping and panting. He wandered out of the little room, leaving Hanna alone on the table to get his heartrate back to normal, his breathing back to something sensible.

He was nearly asleep when Worth returned to free him from his various restraints. The little keening noise he made when the gag was taken away did not go unnoticed.

“What’re you complainin’ about? Fuckin’ thing’ll be shuttin’ you up again if you’re back here any time soon.” He glanced down. “And y’ can damn well take care a’ that yerself as well.”

Hanna got dressed quickly, sans underwear, and fled home.

Fuck, yes. He’d be taking care of himself for days after that.

-------------------------

>>47774

Dude. SO fucking hot, and the picture too??? you're spoiling us!!! We love youuuuuu

>>47774
FAPFAPFAPFAP

lazy drawfag here again
i think someone last thread requested abner, so have a bit of him and cas.

>>47774

OMG YES. ILU, GUYS.

>>47774


YES!!! Epic hannaxworth! do more! plz

>>47812

ksjdfhksjhfsdffd HOT the poses, the expressions, everything!

HEY DRAWFAGS CAN I GET ME SOME LAMONT/WORTH? MAYBE?

(I seriously don't know why more people don't pair them, I mean they knew each other as kids. They have a history)

>>47812

Unfffff.

Drawfag my morning is exponentially better thanks to you. A sexy Abner-related picture, AND bacon for breakfast!
THIS IS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY. :D

Totally at AX right now. Tess seems really cool. Anyone have any questions while I'm haunting her booth?

p.s. Conrad pins are running out

Sage for no content. Sorry guys.

Drawfags, can I request some more Veser and Ples? Just anything. I can't seem to get enough of those two.

Also, what are your guys' opinions on crossover stuff? Mainly with Marble Hornets / Slender Man stuff. Tryin' to figure if I should post or not.

>>47853

Ask her if she'll ever come to Charlotte.

Charlotte? What state is that?

>>47856
>>47858

She says sorry, probably not... but then again she doesn't know where it is

>>47860

North Carolina...

I'll cook for her. <3
-is a chef-

>>47840
Here you go, and I must apologise for hiding Lamont's face. It wasn't intentional. ;__;

>>47863
whoa dude no way.
Another NCfag over heeere

>>47866

Slip you glorious fag

>>47873
no u
>>47875
<333

This is for >>47855. Some angst for you.

>>47871
Same here! I'm in Raleigh myself, would LOVE to see Tessa at Animazement one year.

>>47876

Gneeeee <3 - Oh dear god, this is adorable! Hehe~ Thankyousomuch!
(There needs to be more of these two. Even angstyfluff.)

I should drawfag later tonight, too. Find a request and just go for it. It's been a while.

>>47866
OH MY GOD YES.
HNNNNGH.

>>47871>>47880
Dude.
Hannafag party at my place!
B]

>>47880

JUST GONNA JUMP IN AND SAY, holy balls I'm in Raleigh too :U

Animazement is kinda lame though.

I did a few more panels of French!Zombie. They contain Cajun!Adelaide. Anyone interested?

(I feel bad for totally spamming the other thread, btw. ;-; )

>>47866

Ffffff it's totally okay anyway oh god how could you know about my tied-from-the-ceiling-hanging kink.

And ffff even though Lamont is being all kinky sneaky dom his hand on Worth's arm is still totally lovey. Silly romantic bastard.

>>47890

No.

>>47896

I thought not. I just wanted to ask before I derped the place up again.

>>47866

JFC this is hot. His arms are just guhhh.




Is there any art of Lamont paired with other people around? Him with Casimiro or Finas would be UNF.

I totally screwed this one up ;-; So half assed
Line: Caco
Colours: Wild DF / Yasu

arg I'm alone in the Channel! you guuuys :c

>>47890 I am SUPER INTERESTED. Bring it onnnnnn.

Any NY Hannafags? I'm in the Buffalo area....

Derp.

Here's a Veser I just drew, derpaderp.

Hhhey, can anyone who's been to a con that Tessa's sold at tell me what kinda' merch she has? Aside from the poster, shirt and buttons.
I'll be going to AX tomorrow and I want to know how much money I should bring.
Thanks and sorry for no contribution~.

>>47905
Me here, in NYC!

>>47902

Best filename ever.
Also, Worth looks like house. I lol'd.

Exemplary job. Love Connie's tattoo & the shading.

On a song-related note, I was chatting in the IRC with the other Hannafags, and I realized that this is an excellent ConWorth song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TytGOeiW0aE

Plus, as evidenced in the video, Mr. Tom Lehrer is a sexy, sexy man.

>>47920

ever in the bufflao area, youll need to drop by!!

>>47922

I'd dance the masochism tango with him, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

>>47920
I'm in NYC too! NY Hanna meetup Y/Y?

>>47905
Yup. Upstate/CNY Hannafag checking in.

>>47928
Where in NYC?
Brooklyn here.

>>47936
Queens, reporting in.

>>47902
WHY IS EVERYONE NOT SPAZZING OVER THIS
Oh right, because they have more self-control than I do. Still. This doesn't look screwed-up at all - I love the textures and colors and especially the shading. Gives it the right kind of twilit feel. Soooo beautiful. <3

>>47939
There must be a meetup!

If, um, any write!fags are up for it, this prompt from the kink meme caught my eye:
"Because I have no shame. Worth/Abner flithy dirty non con, because it would be totally worth it to read."
http://sugar-magic.livejournal.com/1903.html?thread=180847#t180847

I'd write it myself, but I am horrible at the porns.

Hey bros, artfag taking a late night request before I go to bed. DURF AND ALSO HURF.

I uh, humbly request some Conrad/Veser since we haven't seen that in a bit and...yes. Please.

>>47972
Worth/Ples, please? Really craving those two.

>>47916

AX fag reporting in. She's just doing the shirts/buttons/posters. The books sold out already according to the girl at the 4DE booth but buttons are $2, posters are $5 and $17(?) And the shirts are $20. The shirts are selling out fast so nab one if you can and... yeah

>>47974>>47975

YOUR LACK OF SPECIFICITY WILL HAUNT YOU BOTH MOO HA HA HA.

How about some Cas/Abner/Finas where Abner is tied to the showerhead (in a bathroom obviously) and more than being molested by vampires, Abner is irritated by water leaking onto his head/back/neck etc.

>>47979 specific enough?

Drawfag here, have some Lamont-Worth

>>47979

...Somehow this anon doubts that. >_>

>>47840
another fill on the lamont/worth request
i'd be happy to give any other requests anon has a go :)

I'll be haunting Tessa at AX tomorrow. Any of you cosplaying HINABN characters? I saw a zombie and a Hanna today.

>>47943
Thanks very much! Oh no, I think they're just too busy talking about meetups and requesting stuff. : )

did some ConVes during a stream this morning.. here lol..

>>48029
I love the way you color! Cell shading can rarely be pulled off but you're awesome at it<3

>>47985
Someone please do this. Ffft.

>>47977
Thanks so much~. I reallly hope books aren't seriously sold out, especially since my friend went through the strouble of sending me money to buy her one there.
Ah well. Here's hoping.

>>47985>>48033

Yessss. Please.
NEEDS MOAR ABNER!PORNS.

>>47927
I feel we have tainted dear Lehrer by posting him here.
;_;

Betcha there's not any Oklahoma fags in here.

>>47963
Is it bad that I was actually writing that? I still have forever to finish though...

>>48038

Pleasepleaseplease finish.

Please?

I will draw you stuff!

>>47840
AgreedAgreedAgreed! They were meant to beeeee....!

>>48036

That actually makes it sound pretty sexy.

>>48040>>48043
Samefag go away

>>48053

They link to different posts, derp.

I posted one. Dunno who posted the other, but it was not me.

I'm apping at Amat Omnes for Ples and it'd be great to see other Hannafags there! http://community.livejournal.com/amatomnes/profile

Little practice page I had fun with, thought maybe someone here might like to see it. I love my new drawing pens...unnnf...

Alright, so I'm going off lurk-mode to ask a quick question.

I'm writing a two-part ( first part horror, second part horrorish smut ) fic, and I can't really decide on something. Of course, I'll be posting the smut here, so I'll take your input if you want to give it:
To be seen or not to be seen ?

FYI, it's a evil!Ples/Ples/Veser fiction.

Never mind that it makes no sense and is apropos of nothing--have some bizarre Ples/Abner.

--

He took the coldest shower he could manage, then the hottest. Things needed to be washed away.
It was like this:
The whole fiasco was utterly avoidable. But the ticktocking--that's what had done him in. It was intriguing--beyond intriguing, it was paranormal, and that's what had drawn him to the man in the first place.
That abominable ticking.
There was probably any number of ways it could've been done, getting a look at the quivering clockwork--the mass of flesh and gears all embedded in one another, clicking and moving. (He wouldn't ever forget the visual. Would never quite get rid of it.)
But no, he had to have offered the clockwork demon a toss in the backseat of a car that properly belonged to the demon's more sensible half.
And the abomination took the offer; that's what made him ashamed of himself. He could've made any other proposition and he would've got a look at what made the man tick, but he stupidly offered himself, and, well, look where it had gotten him.
Going over what had happened a second time was almost as bad as living it the first. He shuddered to think that a few touches and scratches and nips had left him in such a state. The offer had been misconstrued--that was it, that was why he rued the scene so much. He hadn't meant to become the submissive--such a female role. If anything like it happened again, he wouldn't be the one passively accepting what was happening.
And what had been happening? According to the omniscient dictionary, it was intercourse. It wasn't something he thought he'd ever do--it was something that happened to other people--and certainly it wasn't a bargaining chip to be used at will.
He hated himself, now. He hated everything that happened, and he hated that goddamn ticking (he'd taken care of the clocks in the apartment as soon as he'd thrown the door open), and he hated his inability to think clearly at the worst times.
He was disgusted. Disgusting.
He might have been crying, but the scalding water made it hard to discern.

Just finished inking this up. Hope y'all like.

>>48067

>Cigarette!Worth

Oh how I lol'd.

>>48075

I like. Conrad's expression is hnnnngh.

Drawfag taking a request.

possible repost

possible repost

>>48037

Oklahoma fag right here Sir/Madam
Polite sage for no content

>>48122
No waaaay.
Dude, Tulsa area.
You?

>>48118

Every. Goddamn. Time.

lksdfgjkldjgdlkf

Enough lurking, have some... sexy Veser.

Somebody's having too much fun~

Much better quality line-art here: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/697976/

>>48038

Anticipating this like woah.

>>48032
thanks :3 cell shading is pretty hard to get it to look right.. most of the time it makes me want to shoot myself XD

and.. conrad head doodle for content

>>48053
Actually, no, not samefag. I agreed with someone, don't know who they were though.

But go away, I shall.

>>48117

I need moar like woah

So uh. Does anyone know the character/word limit for posts here? I've never actually set out to see, but I have this honkin' Lamont/Worth fic I'd like to post after I finish it, and it's about... 2000 words right now, and hasn't even gotten to the sex.

>>48197
Please hurry finishing it, please. :3

There needs to be some Finas/Cas prison smut in here.

On the topic of where-are-you-from, Any Aussiefags here? Particularly from Brisbane or somewhere nearby?

>>48222
I am not from Australia, but I have Aussie heritage and a slight accent.

>>48223
>Not Australian
>still has accent

What now?

here.. some doodly doodles.. drew this during a stream this morning.. was taking doodle requests at the time.

>>48222
Ausfag here from Canberra.

>>48224

i think the anon means that even though he wasn't born in Australia, there's people from Australia in his family so he inherited the accent (if that's possible)

>>48230
You can't inherit accents. They may have been born in Australia and moved to wherever they are now.

>>48237
>I am not from Australia

durr hurr

if you grow up with family that have accents it isn't uncommon to get a slight accent.
My cousin speaks no Spanish yet he has a slight Spanish accent because his grandparents watched him as a young child and he picked up some weird ways to pronounce words.


I doubt that namefag was imply accents are genetic. Only a moron would say that.

You can "inherit" accents. It's not genetic, obviously, but if your parents have accents, and you're an impressionable baby learning to speak from them, you're going to end up with at least *some* of one, yourself.

Another Aussiefag! I'm not from Brisbane, but an hour or two away on the most Easterly point of Australia 8)

made this last night,it makes more sense if you seen the macro.

>>47812

This picture is giving me evil plotbunnies.

>>48247

shut up you two, you are fags. Live with it hurr

PROTIP:
NO ONE FUCKING CARES WHERE YOU LIVE OR IF YOU HAVE AN ACCENT
POST SOME ART OR FIC OR GTFO

>>48252

*PORN

>>48247
goddamn I lol'd.

Even moreso because I really am a faggot.

>>48256

So much ditto.

But then I lol'd more because we just broke the statistic. Sorry Hanna honey, you're a fag too.

I was gonna write some weird little scenario I came up with in the back of my mind about Casimiro's past and how he met Finas and his eeeeyyyyyyeeeeee, but not sure if I'm gonna anymore. Anyone curious?

>>48222
Yes, from Brisvagas!
I'm currently working on a Cas/Fin fic but there isn't any prison :'( Just Finas getting pissy at the lack of monogamy + porn

>>48252
Sage because I agree with Darky

>>48274
I want anything with Casimiro/Finas. :|

>>48280

Agreed.

Well, I found out in my first foray into the IRC the other night that TODAY, the 5th, is talc's birthday! And since she share's my sister-in-law's birthday, and also writes AMAZING fics, I figured I would draw a bit of fanart for her. Soooo, I did!

This is my first completed HiNaBN drawing, so I'm not quite used to it yet. I'm so used to drawing manry men, so drawing Worth was a huuuuge challenge! But hey, I think it came out pretty spiffy.

And so now, I present to yoooou! Young Conworth!

P.S. I am also so lazy with backgrounds.

>>48287

omg! awesome! Great job 8)

>>48280
Anything?
(I really need to work on making Finas look like Finas.)

>>48298
ANYTHING, you lovely being, you.

>>48313
Mm well alright. <3

>>48287

Niiiiice~ Are you going to be working on any others?

>>48322
Good lord Slender Man ate your thumbnail.

>>48327
oh god lmao

>>48289
Thank yooooou :D!

>>48325
Oh, without a doubt! I've got several things planned, including some fics that I have to write or my friends will kill me!

>>48237

You develop speech habits from parents, a kid born in America but his parents are from Mexico its 99.99% likely that the kid will have an accent.

>>48327
That always happens, for some reason. Gdi Slenderman.

I Love you Talc!

>>48336
>his parents are from Mexico its 99.99% likely that the kid will have an accent.

what, no, no we don't.
Most people who have parents straight from Mexico but were born in the USA have NO accent.
And if they do it is very slight, not noticeable.
School pretty much takes care of any accent we would have had.

99%?? jesus, stop being ignorant, all Mexicans don't talk like they just came over the border.

>>48342

I am at the beach and therefore saging but wtf can we stop having nationality wank?

>>48343
No.

>> New rule: No FUCKING wank. Just porn. Have an opinion on the spoiler? Realize that nobody cares, shut up, and post more porn

http://yeahdear.com/paintchat2/
Sup dudes, have a Hannafag!exclusive paintchat. Sorry it took unnecessarily long.

>>48349
Party time!

>>48349
Wait never mind SERVER DOWN.

>>48368
Should work now.

>>48345

No. No fucking wank.

HERE. SOMETHING TO WANK.

>>48287>>48338

BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

>>48397


I just....died. pppffbbtthh

OLDFAGS ASSEMBLE. Get in pchat. :T

>>48397

I

I love you.

Stupid Paintchat. FOR YOUUUUU DF

>>48397
That bathwater looks repulsive.

>>48403
SERVER DOWN, BRO.

>>48427
I'm fairly certain its MILK, seeing as there's cereal...

>>48429
It's GRAY

>>48430
have you ever SEEN milk after Lucky Charms has been sitting in it? All the colors mix together and you get gray milk.

>>48430
someone didn't live off cereal every summer in elementary school.

You must have had parents that loved you or something.

>>48342

I didn't say they did, dumb shit. My roommate's parent are from Mexico and he's been in English speaking schools since he was old enough and he has an accent. As did nearly all the Mexican kids I went to school with. I don't talk out of my ass. just because YOU are the exception it doesn't nullify everyone else.

>>48398

Yay~~

You guys, please stop posting without adding content. We have IRC, livejournal and freaking Paint Chat if you want to chat. This thread here is for fic and art.

>>48452
No more ranting for me... I may go through withdraws, but I will do this thing...for the children. <3

>>48449
oh man!

I AM SO SORRY. I totally didn't know that you knew KIDS at school and a ROOMMATE who are Mexican and have accents.

Oh man, you sure showed me.
I am only Mexican and grew up in a large family, and in a Mexican neighborhood with tons of other Mexican kids and went to college with Hispanic friends and we all seemed to not get accents.
But man, thank god I talked to you. You sure set me straight.

>>48458

You're welcome.

>>48458

Shut up with the wank, both you and the other poster. This is a thread for porn, writing, art.

Not for bickering about who has accents and who doesn't. We're not fucking 4chan, get back to posting porn.

godamn hannafags have degenerated into bitchy whingers. all of you need to shut the fuck up and post more dick.

i need some cute conrad/hanna over here. something to do with that bit where hanna gets attacked by lee and faints, maybe.

>>48462
EXACTLY.

FFFF had a weird sex dream about Abner and Worth last night.

I think you guys are a bad influence.

>>48482
We taint like sin on an innocent mind.
And you like it.

>>48462
>implying this is a new thing

oh you

>>48482 Seriously, we need the details on that dream. Even if you're not a writefag.

>>48482
Ironically, I was working on some filthy non-con between the two.

ahuhuhu.

>>48502
Oooh, please let there be hot but hilarious cleaning of Worth. A special project for Abner..

>>48493

You know me too well. ;_;

>>48496

Alright! Details! Sorry if my porn!writing isn't very good.

So! Abner was coming back from one of his vampire-hunting runs. He'd gone to see 'Twilight' because he heard it was vampire-related. I don't remember his opinions on the movie, but I do remember him retching quietly and shuddering in the theater for the entire movie (something about Jacob being perpetually shirtless and Edward looking like a pube-covered cave-fish).
It was close to morning when he was coming back and, for whatever reason, he freaked the fuck out. Like, breakdown in the middle of the street level freak out. He just started screaming and screaming (I'd like to think it was Twilight-related). The police got called ("Officer, there seems to be a creepy man standing in the middle of the street, screaming"), and Abner was taken away, first to the police station, and then to a psych ward.

(continued in the next post)

(Weird sexytime dream continued...)

>>48513

At the psych ward, Worth was the doctor in charge. Something about community service for riding a giant t-rex through a public park (and destroying property) during one of Hanna's paranormal escapades. Worth didn't seem too upset about his public service; he took most of the medications reserved for the patients, and grinned leeringly at nurses' bottoms. Emilie Autumn was playing on the loudspeaker, of which Worth disapproved.

Anyway, Abner showed up, reasonably subdued, but still twitchy and freaking out. Worth saw him and didn't recognize him at first because they took away his mask and goggles and gloves and put him in a hospital gown.
Worth had to go and take down Abner's information in a smaller room. So he started asking all the normal questions ("Name? Date uv birth? Med'cal record? 'Nall that shit?"), and then suddenly realized that THIS WAS THE DUDE WHO TRIED TO KILL CONRAD.
Abner, who had recognized Worth the moment he lay eyes on him ("THAT MAN. HE SMELLS OF PEE AND IS COATED IN FRIGHTENING SUBSTANCES. FAMILIAR."), was fidgeting in his seat and trying to get out of the hospital as soon as he could.

>>48508
Will do!

Also namefagging in case this fic is good and more is requested. I'll have it up soon!

STILL continued. It was a long dream...

>>48514

Worth was DELIGHTED with this turn of events! Abner not so much. So Worth got Abner into some sort of magical restrictive gurney thing, decorated festively with cartoon bears (?). And Abner was all, "Let me go! I have to go home and feed my ferret and hunt vampires for great justice!"
And Worth was all, "Is 'hunting vampires' a new euph'mism or what? Pff anyway I am going to have fun. FILTHY DIRTY RAPE TIME IS NOW."
And Abner was like "AAAAAAGH NO TAKE A SHOWER YOU BASTARD FFFFFF I CAN ALMOST *SEE* THE DIRT SEEPING OUT OF YOUR VERY PORES"
And Worth was all, "NO! AND BESIDES, YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT SO JUST HUSH, YOU."
And Abner was, "SHIT SHIT SHIT HE'S RIGHT WORTH YOU ARE SO SEXY BUT ALSO EVIL I HATE EVERYTHING ARGH."
Post-sex, Worth remembered that he actually had to get work done, so he went to another room to get some drugs (ostensibly to knock Abner out with to make him more manageable for the hospital staff). Meanwhile, Abner got out of the bondage-gurney-thing somehow, and ran the fuck away.
And the chorus swelled!

THE END

>>48518

Best dream or best dream?
I need to learn how to lucid dream.
/standing ovation

>>48518
>I CAN ALMOST *SEE* THE DIRT SEEPING OUT OF YOUR VERY PORES

I shivered. It was beautiful.
Polite sage for no content.

>>48199
TOOK ME A LONG FUCKING TIME BUT HERE IT IS
---
There is every reason for him to be pleased and content tonight, but somehow, Lamont isn’t. Today is his day off, Friday: the day he can do whatever he pleases and not have to deal with any number of odd clients who may or may not be dangerous. Nevertheless, even with that calm satisfaction of the hours of nothing ahead of him, he’d fidgeted, hemmed and hawed around his apartment feeling like there was something he desperately needed to do, but not for the life of him able to figure out what it was. He read the entirety of a book he’d been meaning to look over, he watched countless hours of mind-numbing television, he’d even organized and reorganized his closet according to style, color, season – all to no avail.

It’s what brings him where he is now, hunched over the steering wheel of his car, peering out through the battering rain that, of course, decided its night was tonight just as Lamont was setting out. His original plan of bar hopping would be miserable now; he isn’t sure what else do to, but he isn’t about to turn back after going to all the hassle of getting dressed up in nice clothes and psyching himself up (poorly) for a night on the town.

The windshield wipers surge furiously across his vision, clearing it for mere seconds before the deluge covers it again. Lamont’s knuckles are tight and pale on the wheel, and it’s good that he’s navigating subconsciously, because he really would not be able to find his way anywhere otherwise.

It’s a surprise where he finds himself then, the rain still sheeting down in a storm that contests the Biblical Flood. It’s outside a dingy, hidden away apartment complex, abandoned for years if not for the equally as dingy man living in the middle one. Lamont sighs to himself and wonders why, exactly, some part of him thought seeing Worth would be a good idea tonight – he almost turns around, drives back home – but there is some sort of nagging in his chest and he figures that Worth’s company is better than no company.

The minute he steps outside of his car, he realizes he’s made a horrible mistake. There’s really nothing he can do about it now but sprint through the frigid water to the door and pound on it with a fist, hoping Worth isn’t drunk or high or asleep or in some other condition that would prevent him from letting him in.

He’s not. The door opens a second later, and Lamont loses his balance, cursing as he lurches into the room. Worth just makes a sound of irritation and slams the door behind him, not seeming to notice or car that Lamont is dripping all over the floor like a wet sheepdog.

“Whatcher doin’ out here, Mont? S’fuckin’ rainin’ God’s piss out there!”

If Lamont had expected any sort of pleasant greeting, he really should have known better. Still, the hint of concern in the obscenity is enough to pull the corner of his mouth up. He pushes a hand over his hair in a vain attempt to dry it, only succeeding in pressing more freezing water down his back. He shivers, removing his hand gingerly. Better not try that again.

“Dunno,” Lamont finally answers, taking a glance around. Still a total pigsty, but he shouldn’t expect anything different. He’s seen the stacks of boxes and debris so many times they hold no interest, so he turns his gaze instead to the man he’d come to see.

Worth is wearing the white fur coat that still manages to stay mostly clean, much to Lamont’s confusion. The collar is fluffed up around his neck like a vulture’s plumes, stating dominance or perhaps just seeking comfort. The man’s hands are in his pockets, and Lamont can tell he’s been up to something nefarious again by the way he can’t seem to hold eye contact.

“Luce,” Lamont scolds, cutting right to the chase, “What is it? Either you’re drugged again or you’re cutting, and I thought we agreed that you were stopping both.”

Worth makes an irritated noise deep in the back of his throat and shoots a glare at Lamont. “I didn’t agree on nothin’. An’ ya can’t come in here’n th’middle of th’night and think ya c’n jus’ criticise everythin’ I do. Yer not my mummy.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair again. The stagnant air is doing nothing to dry his hair or his clothes, and the cold is seeping deep into his bones. Worth’s attitude isn’t helping, either. Why was it he had to come in here again? Why couldn’t he have just said fuck it and gone back to his nice warm bed?

...Because he wouldn’t have been able to sleep even if he had. He knows this, somehow, but it doesn’t help him find any justification in the moment.

“I’m not going to argue with you,” he mutters, “but could you please find me something to dry off with? Or at least a change of clothes?”


“Puss,” Worth quips, grinning at him, but he does as he’s asked, coming back a moment later with a stained and threadbare towel that might have once been green and an equally worse-for-wear button up shirt still pretending to be white.

“Don’t have pants that’ll fit ya, so all’s ya get’s this shirt. Lose some weight, Fatty.”

“Maybe you should gain some, Toothpick.” Even despite the traded insults, Lamont takes the offered items gratefully, immediately taking the towel to his hair. He tries not to think of where it’s been or how dirty it is. He can get a shower when he gets home.

“Feh,” is all that the scrawny man has to respond, but Lamont is okay with that. As much as he enjoys their fistfights, tonight really isn’t the night for that.

He’s still not sure what kind of night it is, but he knows it’s not one of violence, at least.

Lamont claims the chair behind Worth’s cluttered desk without asking, continuing a slow rub of the towel across his head. There’s little warmth in the action, but at least it’s helping to scrub out the moisture. Worth makes another noise of irritation, but does nothing beyond that; it seems he doesn’t want to fight, either.

It’s probably the rain, making them both so lethargic and listless. Lamont finishes with the towel on his head, setting it down to unbutton his sopping shirt with cold fingers. Worth watches, like a hawk or some kind of hungry hyaena. A prickle of something uncomfortably nostalgic spreads across the nape of Lamont’s neck, but he ignores it. He tosses his shirt to slap into a wet pile on the floor, turning to examine the shirt Worth has provided.

No tags, but that’s expected, with how Worth likes ripping and tearing things. The shirt seems familiar regardless, the lingering stains of blood on lapel and cuffs tugging something in him, and suddenly he remembers – it was the shirt Worth wore the night Lamont had stupidly decided to confide in him about yet another girlfriend who’d left him. When they’d dissolved into a mess of punches and blood like they often did, but when Worth had finally put words to the reason why: he was an outlet. The fights were an outlet for them both.

Lamont finds himself glancing back up at Worth. The poor excuse for a doctor has stopped staring at Lamont, his attention to the small window that always makes Lamont feel like he’s in a prison cell. The rain continues a patter to rival the sudden quickness of his pulse, the dank grey outside a parallel to the clenching of his veins. He knows why he’s here, he’s always known, but he still finds himself trying to deny it.

He slips the shirt on after a moment, and his willpower fails him; he surreptitiously covers his mouth with the sleeve, inhales – it smells like dust and mothballs. He feels silly for even thinking it would smell like the man still turned away from him. Of course Luce wouldn’t wear those shirts anymore. He’s gone on to furrier and shabbier things.


His pants are next to the pile, after a moment of hesitation. He’s not sure which he’d rather endure: Luce’s vulgar comments about his underwear and hairy legs, or everything below his torso getting frostbite. Frostbite would almost be preferable, but he’s not in the mood for physical discomfort. He just wants to find somewhere warm and dry and safe to hunker down and sleep off the rest of the storm.

Of course it’s right as his slacks are off that Worth decides to turn back around. His mouth widens in a sick grin, and Lamont is grossly aware of the fact the water has soaked all the way through to his boxer briefs, their white doing little to hide the mess of black hair curling up across his crotch.

“Looks like ya need a bikini wax,” Worth snorts wickedly, and it’s all Lamont can do not to just die right there, right now.

“Don’t be hating just because your hair’s almost invisible, Blondie,” he retorts back. Damn it, he can feel his face heating up. He has to be bright red, especially considering the leer Worth is giving him.

“Must be cold, eh?”

“What?”

“Yer knickers. Soakin’ wet, must be cold?”

“Oh, I guess.” He’s uncomfortably hot everywhere now, and he wishes Worth would just leave him alone for once in his life.

“Y’should take ‘em off.”

He had to have heard him wrong. “What?”

Worth repeats himself, tone a trickle of amusement.

He feels like a broken record, but he asks again, “What?”

“Take off yer fuckin’ knickers ‘r I’ll take ‘em off ya myself.”

Lamont can’t comprehend why Worth would have any reason to get irritated at him, but then the other man is stalking forward like his threat was more than just a threat and there’s no way Lamont is letting him touch him there, so he slips them off and covers himself immediately with the towel.

Worth backs off, reaching into his oversized pocket for a cigarette and his cheap lighter. His body language is abruptly nonchalant again as he lights it, sucking in a few deep drags before murmuring, “Good, now y’wont catch sick’n die. Fuckin’ cold gets everywhere if ya don’t watch it.”

Is that genuine concern he’s hearing? Lamont can’t believe his ears.

“You actually care about me, don’t you?”

“Care about you? Pfah, I just don’t wanna do all th’dirty work myself, asshole.”

But Lamont can tell, with the way Luce now won’t look at him, the way his hand is shaking the tiniest of shakes as he holds his cigarette away from an exhale of smoke.

“You DO care about me,” he realizes aloud with a kind of sick glee.

And then Worth is there again, right in front of him, leaning onto the desk on hands splayed and firm. “Listen,” he hisses through grit teeth, cigarette clenched and precipitating ash, “I don’t care about anythin’ you do. Got it?”

Lamont can’t tell you how it happens, but in the next moment he stretches himself forward, filling that tiny little gap between them. The cigarette drops, smouldering dangerously on the wood of the desk, but neither of them seem to care as the closed-lip kiss mutates rapidly into a reckless, unchoreographed dance of tongues and panting. It’s long overdue, with the way they’d tiptoed around and ignored the awkward advances both of them had made over the years.

It’s odd, Lamont finds himself thinking, that he could be so suave and graceful and know just what to do and say when it comes to a woman, but with Luce – nothing he knows about relationships is ever right. He feels like a kid again the way his heart claws into his throat when Luce’s hand reaches up and tugs on his hair, taking control, dominating, and Lamont finds he doesn’t care.

He’d always had the subconscious, hidden thought that he’d somehow find a way to finally gain control of the other man, but he knows that’s a fantasy, but it doesn’t really matter, because the thought of Luce over him, sharp angles and sharper grins, pulls a low groan out of him that doesn’t go unnoticed.

The kiss is finally broken, air pregnant immediately with the sounds of labored panting and the low, wet chuckling of Luce. Somehow in the course of events he’d moved closer; he’s sitting on the edge of the desk, legs to either side of Lamont in a lazy, teasing straddle.

Lamont groans again. He can’t help it. Now that he’s admitted to himself what he wants, he’s finding it hard to wait, to endure the torturously slow progression that Luce obviously wants to inflict on him. “Luce.” His voice is a soft raw whisper. “Luce, come on.”

“Wot’s th’magic word?”

Lamont has always prided himself in his self control and dignity, but right now, that’s straight out the window, drowning with the sewer rats outside. He knows how pathetic he must look as he arches himself forward, eyebrows furrowed in an echo of his plaintive word. “Please.”


A tangle of limbs, gasps, and grinding are what they become now, towel discarded, shirts ripped off so fast their buttons are threatened to pop, pants down and flush, throbbing members towering toward the sky. Luce wastes no time in straddling Lamont fully, hands grasping his shoulder blades like the reigns of a horse as he presses himself down on Lamont’s length.

There’s a tangible moment of tense silence as Luce slips further down until he’s skin flush with skin. Their mouths open in identical wordless yells, and the second hangs in the air, a sudden question mark needing to know: what the fuck are we doing?

Neither answer the question or even acknowledge it. The pace starts hard and fast, gasps and groans ripping from their throats in such a finality that Lamont can feel a change in them. His hands grasp for purchase on bony meatless hips and his lips press everywhere he can reach. Luce isn’t close enough, no matter how deeply he pushes into him, no matter how firm their chests collide together. It’s a mess of pleasure and frantic need, roiling over them like the storm cloud outside, flooding the room with disjointed gasping.

Luce’s nails are digging into his back, and he can feel when they finally break the skin. The flush of pain lightning bolts down his back, and it’s an unconscious decision the way he arches the furthest he’s ever arched, a low, keening wail pouring from him. His scrabbling hands grasp Luce tighter, tighter until the skin is raw and red and Luce is wailing too.

He feels teeth on his shoulder now, which he shies away from – no, this wasn’t supposed to be violent – but he doesn’t stop, and Lamont finds himself biting back, growling like an animal, and the noises from Luce are ones he’d never expect in a million years. The pace quickens, and he tightens his teeth, and Luce screams a broken hallelujah as he spills his seed all over their stomachs.

The ring of muscles contract hard around Lamont and he’s gone, his own sounds of perfect and miserable pleasure harmonizing. He’s never come this hard before in his life.

Neither of them can move, but the afterglow sustains them in their uncomfortable spot, their heaving chests slowly finding a steady rhythm of breathing, minds still reeling and trying to find an anchor to hold onto. They make eye contact, and Lamont swears there’s a burst of something physical between them. He leans forward, places a sloppy kiss on Luce’s pouting, panting mouth. It says what words can’t: I want you, I need you, I love you.

Luce pulls out of the kiss, eyes glassy but focused very intently upon Lamont. He seems confused, or perhaps irritated, but Lamont kisses him again, and if he had any complaints, he doesn’t act on them, because he’s kissing back, sloppy, slow, passionate. Lamont’s hands roam his back gently, trembling with the crash of emotions he’s been ignoring for so many years.

But like any great and beautiful thing, it has to end, and Luce pulls away, pulling off, stumbling toward his discarded clothing for another cigarette. Lamont knows he’s pathetic with the way he immediately yearns for the other man against him again, and he tries his hardest not to show it, but the minute Worth looks back in his direction, he knows. He knows he must look like a kicked puppy, because why else would Luce look at him that way?

Worth’s face stretches into a wide grin, and he nods toward the back room. “Why doncha head toward bed?” He scratches himself, vulgarly, lighting the cigarette with his other hand. “I’ll be right there.”

It’s only until after Lamont is snuggled down under the moth-eaten comforters and nodding off that he realizes: he’s never been more content or pleased in his life than now.

If there’s ever another restless day off, he knows just how to fix it.

>>48544
d'awww.

>>48544
Fffffffuck that was good.

>>48518>>48514>>48513

Would you like an illustrated depiction, bros? I just want a sanctioned excuse to draw Worth on a t-rex and Abner freaking the fuck out about Twilight.

>>48546>>48547

Ffffffff really? I feel like I confailed up Lamont to no end.

>>48549
Yesssssssss!!!!

>>48544
DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW <33333

>>48543
nsflns oh god yes. this has made my shitty day so much less shitty, gnee & thankyou

>>48068

I do believe I just read the first part on ff.net. All In The Vanity?

>>48561

Alright man, here you go. Sorry for the chicken-scratch handwriting.

>>48573

is it wrong to be jealous of your dream? 8D;

>>48573

That dinosaur looks so happy. :3

>>48577

I'd be happy too if Worth were riding me, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

>>48582
ba-dum tsss

NEW COMIC OUT BITCHES

so uh, is anyone else considering RE-buying the first book just to get the new cover....? because i shamefully am.

>>48588
Same here. Also so that the sizes of the books will match up and look nicer on the shelf. The first versions of books one and two can get wrapped in plastic and placed someone safe to become family heirlooms.

>>48543 >>48544
Lamont is such a romantic<3 I think I have diabetes now.

So on a semi-related note, I was putting back shoes at my job today when I noticed a pair of Croft and Barrow shoes. They were black high heels, about 2 or 3 inches high. The style was named 'Luce'.
I lol'd.

sage for random rambling

>>48593

Maybe he just likes to feel pretty sometimes! Can't a dickish back-alley doctor feel pretty?

Please don't tell him you've found his make-up stash too. It would break his little heart.

>>48452
Have you also gone by the name stalker on this board? Just curious; s/he brought a lot of great stuff to the table in the past.

>>48588
I FINALLY GET A BOOK about fucking time holy mother of dinosaurs. And she'll sketch in it, I was worried those days were over and I missed out. So excite. <3

Aaaanyway, anybody have any drawfag requests? Last time I took write prompts and now I feel like sketchin'.

>>48593

YOU WORK AT KOHL'S TOO? HELLO FELLOW RETAIL SLAVE

>>48596

ohhhhh god I would LOVE some PlesVes or LamWorth. ;0; pleaseeeeee? <3<3<3

>>48596

Abner please.
Needs moar love.

>>48597
H-HOW DID YOU KNOW
I MEAN - ER.
Yep, in Maryland. And I actually like it, though I'm still very new.

>>48600

It's better than other places I've worked. I wont complain, they keep me above minimum wage. I think the COMPANY is good, just the individual managers can be terrible. No fault of the company. I've been working there for four years. It's a college job, and I'll be in college for a longggggg time. So....ill be there a longggg time too (NY here).


anyway back to faggin up this place.

>>48594

Wot's all this about you fags findin' my make-up?

>>48607

Guys, he's found us! Run away, before he sees what we've been doing with his eye-liner.

>>48607

Uh.

>>48611

Don't look at me like that. They tied me to the chair, Worth.

>>48616

I just DIED. dflkgjdkljgljdkljdg

>>48607

Speak for yourself. I think I look quite fetching. It matches my complexion.

>>48618
dfgjkjhj things like this remind me why i love you guys

polite sage ahh

>>48618

MJ IS THAT YOU? YOU'RE BACK!

i now know zombie's secret ID.

>>48618

FFFFFFFFFF

>>48621

S-SO THEN GALILEO IS...

Worth, you don't even have any of the good make-up. Nothing you have goes with my pasties.

>>48594 >>48607 >>48611 >>48616 >>48618 >>48622
Oh god I love this thread
Anyone willing to do one of Worth? It is his stuff they're borrowing.

GENNLEMEN. I would get angry at you an' tear you limb from faggy limb, but I haven' introduced ya prop'rly to my friend, Lucy.

>>48628

I--I-- have we met?

>>48616
This one is still the best. It's just his facial expression. Oh god Lee. <3

>>48618
C-Carmen Sandiego? WHERE IN THE WORLD HAVE YOU BEEN?

>>48628
I LOL'D
AND CRIED
AND THEN LOL'D AGAIN

HEY BOYS.

The party don't start 'till I walk in.

>>48636

Fuck you old man, you just ruined the party.

Your hair extensions are TOTALLY out of style, betch.

>>48637

Do you wish to engage in fisticuffs, young man? because I will completely bring it. I am a far superior user of Worth's illicit make-up stash, and you realize this.

>>48628
Now requesting Blaney/Lucy.

God, yes.

>>48639

>>48640

THEIR LOVE IS SO TRUE.

>>48643

INDEED.

>>48641

Guys, guys, let's not fight.

We're wearing Worth's MAKE-UP, because Hanna told us it would be FUN, and now he's mad, and all you can argue about is who is FIERCER?
Cut it out!

Besides, I'm obviously the fiercest up in here.

AHEM.

>>48607>>48611>>48611>>48616>>48618>>48622>>48624>>48628>>48637>>48639>>48641>>48645

Aaaand I'm out. That is more lipstick than I will probably ever draw on a guy again.
This and the weird Abner dream. Today's been a good day for fandom awesome for me!

>>48647
I--

...Beautiful.

>>48645
SUPERSTAR.

CROSSHATCHING IS THE OFFICIAL NAME FOR HANNA/VESER Y/Y?

>>48654 FUCK YES YES IT IS CROSSHATCHING my new fav English word ;u;

>>48654

dear god that is BRILLAINT

>>48654 I claim the authorship btw :U
I just happened to notice because I didn't know the word (not native English speaker). It kinda sounded like "achenleckworthing" to me :P

Hey Writefags/Drawfags: I have a prompt. Conrad wears thongs. Worth or Veser see the edge of one he's wearing and snaps it like a bra strap. Bonus for Conrad screeching like a little girl.

Dear /coq/, there's a reason I'm not a drawfag and this is it.

I need to writefag some more stuff. ;-;

>>48654
Man I noticed that a million years ago, but you get ownership
Because you are in truth braver than I am.

>>48671
Same haha. that was the name like 4 months ago. I fully support its return, though.