#i started drawing jel then i blacked out

[tortor-sauce]

confession

#palia #palia fanart #palia jel #jel omiata #i started drawing jel then i blacked out #jel omiata a crumb of your attention please #i love him so much #punches drywall #passionately punches the air

[jaytmann2]

How I discovered sex True story part 58.

Later that night I had a shower and put a pair of my light grey tight boxer briefs on and walked out of the bathroom. Mum and Brad were in bed, I knocked on their door, mum said come in and mum and Brad were watching TV and I walked to their bed, said good night and had kisses as I was leaving Brad said "turn the TV off please Jayjay" which I did, we all said goodnight again. I went and said Goodnight to Emma as she was feeding Sarah a bottle, gave them both kisses on the cheek and went to bed. I saw Emma check me out as I turned and walked away. I went to my room, turned my bedside lamp on, turned my TV on with the volume down low, turned the overhead light off and climbed into bed and watched some crap on my shitty old TV. It had been about 45mins when I was thinking of turning my TV off when there was a little tap on my door, I looked over to my door as it cracked open and Emma's head poked thru saying "oh good you're still up" and I said what's up?" She then opens the door and steps into my room gently closing the door behind her.

My jaw dropped as she stood beside my closed door in a tiny black bra and panty set! The bra was low cut pushing her tits up and I could see her nipples thru the thin black material, the panties were a small pair of Gstring type and the front was a same see thru material as the bra! Emma looked beautiful like a model. She lifted her left knee and rested her foot under her butt with the bottom of her foot against my door her right arm down by her side and her left hand on the top of her left breast. She looked at me seductively with dark makeup around her eyes. She looked so sexy in the flickering light from my TV.

Her left hand moved down grazing her left breast, down over her stomach and over the front of her panties rubbing her pussy before raising her hand as her fingertips moved inside her panties as she rubbed her pussy and I loved seeing her fingers thru her panties. I whipped my doona off me, pulled my hard cock out and slowly began to stroke it.

After a little while Emma walked over bent down and took my cock in her mouth and lightly sucked my cock. She stopped climbed onto my bed and straddled me, with her left hand she pulled her panties to the left and her right hand got hold of my cock and sat down on me. Her pussy was hot and we. She rode me so well. We kissed on and off. After a while she lent right over, my cock popped out of her pussy as she opened my draw retrieving a white squeeze tube with a blue lid that I hadn't seen before! She must have put it in my draw! She popped the lid and I saw her squeeze a big dollop of clear jelly like liquid onto two of her fingers, flipped the lid closed dropped the tube beside her leg and moved both hands behind her, I the light of the TV I could tell she had pulled the back of her Gstring out of her crack over her right butt cheek and her left hand was rubbing the clear jel into her butt. She grabbed hold of my cock aimed it at her little arsehole and lowered herself onto my cock. My cock popped it with ease and slid right up inside her arse! She rode my slowly gaining pace. I cam about 5mins later and she cam hard almost right after I did. She got off my cock and off my bed before she lent over and started sucking my cock again! My cock had just been in her arse now it's in her mouth!

She finished sucking me now my cock was starting to go soft as Emma said "I have something else if you're game?" I said "depends" she kisses me on the lips and sneaks out of my room.

She comes back in a couple of minutes later with her big pink fluffy bathrobe wrapped around her and closes the door. She turns and faces me and I said "oh now that's sexy" mocking her! Her eyebrow raised as she undose the ties around the robe and pulls it open as a large black cock pops out from her crotch. as her robe falls to the floor. My eyes felt like they were about to pop out of my skull as she says "How game are you?" I said "maybe, we'll see" she told me to roll onto my tummy and once I did she climbed back onto my bed and straddled my thighs as she slowly pulled my underwear down off my butt down to my mid thighs. She hunted around for the tube, popped the lid, I could hear her squirt some out and felt her spread my right cheek and spread the cold jel around my rim before slipping a finger in then two fingers. My hole accepted her fingers with no resistance after I'd been fucked twice early that afternoon. She squirted more jel onto what I assumed was the strap on dildo before placing the head of the dildo at my entrance and started to push. My arse opened up as it entered me making me moan into my pillow as I felt the length slid into me inch by inch till it bottomed out with Emma laying on top of me. She started to rock her hips and slowly hump my arse! She said in a low voice "oh you like that baby?" As I quickly nodded, my face buried in my pillow just as she started to pound into my hole. She was moaning as she humped me saying "you like my cock in you?" Once again I nodded into my pillow. Emma started panting and grunting as she moaned out "oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and I felt a blast of warm wet liquid splashed onto my butt and the backs of my legs. She pushed the dildo deeper then before as my cock blasted a few small jets of cum onto my bed sheet and stomach.

Emma slowly pulled the huge thick dildo out of my arse and got off my bed, picked up her robe as she put it on and the black dildo strapped to her crotch looked HUGE and pretty thick. Looking at it, I was surprised she got all that into my arse. She did up her robe, kissed me, said goodnight and left my room. I got up, changed my bed sheet and had a shower and went back to bed feeling rather stretched and my balls well drained.

[foulserpent]

chap1

4000 words - xikeel and ned enter a gate to oblivion, and find it already occupied by some troubled new owners. ned meets an old friend. xikeel flirts with someone who just threatened to throw her into lava. wat will happen next

"This is... Different." Ned stated needlessly.

Xikeel blinked. "Yes, a bit."

They stood just inside a gate to the Deadlands, the volcanic plane of Mehrunes Dagon. This was hardly unusual for the two of them. They had been named the "Heroes of Kvatch" after all, and could barely go anywhere together without the town guard recognizing them and demanding their assistence. As a team, the argonian and bosmer had an almost preternatural talent for navigating this realm while skillfully not dying. It had been a few months since the sack of Kvatch, and this alien plane had already lost its novelty. 

What was unusual was the lifelessness of this island . And the piles of dead dremora soldiers placed in methodical stacks on the rocks nearby, all of their heads severed and dripping black blood down the stakes that ran through their mouths. And the fact that Xikeel and Ned two were standing waist deep in lily pad laden swamp water.

Before finding themselves in an unexpected wetland, the “Heroes of Kvatch” had been on their way back to Bruma from a stressful and ultimately fruitless weeklong errand to the Imperial City. Xikeel had been taking on her morning chore of feeding Shadowmere scraps of meat that the lazy horse had grown too spoiled to scavenge for herself. She had last seen Ned lying in a patch of sun, smoking something that left a pleasant, earthy scent on the nose, and just the slightest hint of sweet burned meat on the tongue.

She didn't rush him. In fact, she meant to join his basking as soon as she finished packing. It would be another three day's ride to Bruma, and the two were in no particular hurry to return to their friend with tidings of "the Mages Guild's library and every book seller in the city was cleaned out of most books on Daedric ritual runes, the only ones we got from your list were Glories and Laments and that one on alchemical uses for every organ in a clannfear, which we're guessing was more for light reading than anything else. Ned got a new sword though!"

Xikeel had just returned the sack of meat into Shadowmere's saddlebag when she found herself frozen. The background melody of insects and frogs had ceased as if they'd been wiped out of existence in the space of a heartbeat. She dimly processed that something was deeply wrong just as air then closed a heavy hand around her, hot and thick in a manner alien from the already oppressive humidity of central Cyrodiil’s jungle. Each breath was a gulp of something horrid that dripped into her lungs with an overwhelming taste of blood and ozone. She felt herself lagging a few inches behind her body. She felt each moment as an age.

The world seemed to take a breath. Tensed itself. Then, something instinctive in Xikeel became aware that time had resumed its normal function, just as the air split with a thunderous crack. A blast of energy knocked her off her feet and into the bush, leaving her stunned and gasping for breath, only dimly registering the colossal splashing noise that followed.

A high pitched whine filled the air. The soft morning light bled red. A gate to oblivion had just opened almost directly on top of their camp.

"Holy FUCK!" Ned yelled.

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Now, they stood just within the gate, soaked and half coated in pond-scum. The water and the corpses of the realms inhabitants were unusual, but now that Xikeel had time to look at this island, so was its layout. They were in a great chasm between two parallel rows of towers, all connected by bridges and almost entirely shattered. At the center was a recognizable sigil keep, but it keeled to the side at an angle that should not have been possible to sustain. Rubble hung suspended mid-fall. Most strangely of all, its top was cleaved off entirely, with the sigil stone and its column of fire visible even at this great distance.

"You think we should even do this?" Ned sniffed. "I mean, what the hell even happened here?"

Xikeel scented the air. Blood, ozone, the smell of dead immortals, swamp. And underneath it all- "Ned, there were argonians here. I am smelling us everywhere!" She looked around in excitement. She began to sniff the air furiously, taking several steps forward.

"Hang on ‘Eel, this isn't right." Ned splashed up behind her.

"Well I am not smelling the smell of hostility, so I'm going to-" the words caught in her throat as her bare foot came down on something fleshy. Something that gave a start. Something that turned on a dime and plowed away through the water with just one swing of a massive tail.

"Ah. Someone is here." Xikeel said simply. The bosmer groaned behind her, beginning to draw his sword as Xikeel continued to stare ahead excitedly.

All was still for a moment. Subtly, the tip of a snout broke the dark water, followed by a pair of hooked horns. Two eyes blinked up at them, glowing dimly with reflective light. No one moved.

The water surged away as a massive form hoisted itself from beneath. A bulky, green  argonian man now loomed before the two of them, squinting through the dim light as he set down an equally hefty spear in the muck. He had wide red eyes, crowned with a rather small pair of horns resembling those of a bull. He flicked his forked tongue at the pair. Xikeel flicked back. He was not difficult to read. Big, but out of his element. Perhaps even scared- his gills flared outwards and eyes were held wide. He held the spear in an unpracticed grip, rather like one would hold a fighting staff. Oh!- she thought. He's just as confused as I am.

The strange man began to form the sound of speech deep in his throat, when his eyes narrowed on Xikeel's companion. He froze. A lily pad dropped from his shoulder into the murk with a fat plop. She heard Ned inhale sharply, before feeling his hand clumsily grasp at her shoulder and then lean as if he'd lost his balance. She stumbled under his weight, shooting him a questioning look, but his gaze was locked tightly ahead. Ned had the unmistakable look of a man seeing a ghost. Well, Xikeel had questions and no time for concerns of this man's corporeality.

"Hello, why are you h-"

Before Xikeel could speak another word, the water boiled and surged all around them. Dozens of argonians were rising from the murk and bearing down on the interlopers. The alien waters of the deadlands had been hiding an entire troupe of armed soldiers.

Every one of them appeared to hail from more deep-marsh tribes than Xikeel could count. They were scaled, scaleless, even feathered, all wearing little armor and many fresh wounds. The foremost soldiers crowded in, spear-tips lowered towards the interlopers. There was great murmuring, yet no one moved, as the troop seemed to await a signal.

How could she have been so stupid? This was a textbook ambush setup. They had probably walked directly over the hidden soldiers, staying perfectly still at the bottom of the water until their prey was surrounded. To be fair - she supposed, the deadlands of Mehrunes Dagon were not a textbook ambush location for a group of deep-marsh argonian soldiers. She stayed quiet as she observed, ignoring Ned's hand dug tightly into her shoulder. Something was off. Most of them bore the same look of confusion that had tugged at the first man's features. Their hands shook and their feet shifted. She sniffed. These were not trained soldiers.

The mass of soldiers rippled and awkwardly parted with sheepish expressions as a muscular and substantially smaller woman pushed through the front line. She was an unusual looking sarpa. And, Xikeel noted, she really was quite handsome. Her iridescent black feathers shed water like those of a waterfowl, yet she possessed the same fishlike gills as Xikeel's more reptilian stock. Unlike the other soldiers, she was fully armored in what appeared to be wamasu hide, treated for water and embroidered with beads. Even more unlike the other soldiers, her entire body radiated poise. Her feathery crest flagged erect, held almost as high as her spiked chin. With a grunt, she thrust her spear into the muck, and strode forward. The claws on her left hand were filed to the quick, hovering over a cruel looking dagger.

The green argonian saw this and let out a distressed chirp, drawing stares from those around him. A spiky companion glared and elbowed him, but the man let out a sharp hiss and stepped out of line towards his superior. She turned to glare at him. expectantly.  He grasped at words, opening and closing his wide jaw soundlessly until they caught on his tongue and sputtered out.

“(General, Ma’am, this - I know the bosmer. Uh, respectfully, he's not a, um. He's-")

His superior's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

("Go on, soldier.") ("Sorry, he's- Please don’t hurt him).” He finally spat out in increasing panic.

They were speaking Jel! Xikeel was not sure why this surprised her. Had it been that long since she'd even heard her native tongue?

The handsome woman turned, crest low to her nape, and spoke in a deep voice.

“(You know them?)” She jerked the corner of her snout towards the two, eyes narrow. This man far outclassed her in bulk, but looked tiny under her piercing red gaze.

“(The… the bosmer is a friend of mine. He kept me safe, when I was in the imperial’s arena. I don’t know why he’s here, but he can be trusted.)” He replied, using the familiar “he” pronoun to drive in his point.

“(And the saxhleel?)” The man with quill-like spines growled.

“(Ah... yeah, I... dont know her. But please...)” He trailed off.

“(I see.)” The woman’s slick feathers glimmered in the red light as she turned to stare the two interlopers down. “(But you don't give the orders here, Shap-Mota. I have half a mind to throw this mammal-licker and dryskin into the lava.)”

Shap-Mota let out another fearful chirp, looking between the woman and Ned in horror. His teeth were bared, gills held out far enough to show the pink flesh underneath. The general returned the gesture, half his size but bearing down with a practiced confidence that would have said otherwise. The crowd awkwardly waded back away from the two argonians. There would be a fight. Or, judging by how terrified Shap-Mota looked, a thrashing.  

Xikeel barely noticed the drama escalating around her, or the heavy breathing of her friend in the midst of an episode, and had instead been listening in silence and bristling with insult.  These people had wrongly clocked her as an ojel, an outsider. Assimilated and incapable of understanding the language.

“(Ah, excuse me. But you’re speaking my birth tongue, marsh-sister)” Xikeel interjected.

Shap-Mota and the general both whirled around, aggression nipped at the roots. The woman’s twitching crest betrayed a moment of surprise.

“(Interesting. It’s very rare to see a true egg-sibling in Imperial country.)” She mused. Some of the tension drained out of her taut frame, but her fingers still kissed the edge of her dagger. She paced back towards Xikeel and Ned. “(What is your business here?)”

Xikeel hesitated. Telling this woman that she was a shadowscale would easily have her rank most of the argonians present, perhaps even this general herself. However, if her story was later investigated and it was found that Xikeel the shadowscale was alive - and therefore had abandoned her order- the results would be catastrophic. Scales couldn't kill other scales, but deserters almost always wound up dead one way or another.

“(I am on an assignment of absolute secrecy,)” Xikeel bullshitted. "(I close these gates on this assignment, and this one just has appeared before me, as if fated...)" She paused for effect, and began to pace around, dragging Ned limply behind her. "(Yes, it pains me to say, but I cannot give more information, or the consequences may be dire. But I swear on the Hist of my birth that we are on the same side.")

A larger woman with a fishlike face snorted and flared her gills. “(Oh that's just rich. An ‘assignment of absolute secrecy?’ with that?”) She tossed her snout in Ned’s direction. Xikeel dared a nervous glance back at her friend. He still stood with the same dazed expression, eyes glazed and breathing slightly ragged. He was somewhere far away from here. Perfect.

Xikeel hissed dismissively. “(Please. In my field, having dumb muscle around cannot hurt)” she said with a practiced poker face. This seemed to satisfy most of the crowd. However, the large green man glared at Xikeel with a gaze that said he wanted to rip her in half, and a physique that said he very much could.

He opened his mouth and took a step towards Xikeel. "(You-)"

“(ENOUGH about the stupid elf! And get back to your fucking position!)" The dark-feathered woman took a frustrated swing in his direction him, feathers raised in irritation. He bowed back, continuing to glare from under his horns.

The general let out a groan of frustration and closed the gap between herself and Xikeel. She hooking a claw from her untrimmed right hand under Xikeel's chin, tilting it up slightly. 

"(If you are on our side, your business is not secret from a general of the An-Xileel.)”

Xikeel swallowed and flared her gills. “(Fine.)” She did not look at Ned, but prayed his attention would be captured enough to pick up on the ruse. “My name is Thux-Ha” Xikeel announced to the crowd in Cyrodiilic, then in Jel. She stretched out her neck and stood tall, as if to give credence to the name "Snake-Throat". She leaned towards the general, speaking quietly now.

"(I am under service of the King of the Black Marsh.)" she spoke in the old innuendo. "(I assume that will suffice.)"

The argonians close enough to hear rippled in surprise. Most outsiders still lingered under the assumption that the Black Marsh had a king, as if one saxhleel could ever represent the rainbow myriad of tribes that populated the land. To "Serve under the king" was merely to serve Sithis as Its scales, and Its scales were to be respected.

The general's eyes narrowed. She flicked her tongue. Xikeel flicked back. The larger woman huffed, leaning in until their muzzles nearly touched as the two took each other's scent in rapid succession.

Satisfied that "Thux-Ha" did not have the scent of a liar, the general leaned back.

"(She speaks truth)" She announced to the crowd. "(This is a kinsman. You will treat her with the same respect as myself. Believe it or not, this little snake ranks all of you)". She pulled her spear out of the murk, gesturing broadly.

"(Return to your positions. I'll finish dealing with our guests.)"

The crowd muttered amongst themselves, glancing back at the small argonian and elf in their midst, but did not object. They lowered themselves into the water, and began to kick off towards their separate posts. Xikeel counted the tails churning the algae. About fifteen to twenty saxhleel in total. Not counting herself, the general, and this "Shap-Mota" who remained staring at her friend with his hands clenched tight around his spear.

"(You too, soldier.)" The general addressed Shap-Mota. He gave a rather pathetic look at the still dazed bosmer before awkwardly flopping back into the murk.

The general remained standing before Xikeel, watching with narrowed eyes and a wrinkled nose as her troupe finished melting back into the water. Once it looked like they were never there, her piercing eyes returned to Xikeel.

"(Thux-Ha.)" She said, an odd quaver pulling at the edge of her voice.

"(Yeah?)"

The general looked around again, rotating her neck to scan the full perimeter. Then whipped back and dropped her face to Xikeel's level. In one moment, all of her previous poise rolled from her feathers like water.

"(We need help. Badly. Do you have a couple days?)"

Xikeel could barely keep herself from startling. She played off the motion into a shift of the feet, squinting in a smile.

"(Ahh, as I said, I have an assignment of great importance. I am unsure I can make time in my schedule... What is it you need?)"

The general drooped even lower, crest held tight against her neck.  

"(Every. Single. Person alive here is a civilian soldier. The other two troupes all got FRIED by the damned stupid sigil rock, and I am the only damned STUPID fucking ranking soldier left!)"

"(Oh, wow, that's-)"

"(We have one of our mages left trying to get us back to the marsh, and now that it's just me and my fucking auxiliary troupe of unpracticed nobodies left, we've got the GODDAMN dremora harassing us every other day and she can't get anything done!)" The general raved.

Xikeel searched for a response, but was distracted by the sound of splashing. Ned had wandered a few meters away, searching the water where the green argonian had been. He hissed a name. She shook her head and returned her attention to the general.

"(Uh, the gate is right there? You could always leave. Y-")

"(No the hell we can't! This is life or death for more people than you can possibly imagine!)". The general threw out her arms in exasperation, a few downy feathers flying like confetti. She remained in that position, eyes begging the woman's response.

"Shap? Shap-Mota?" Ned was several feet away, whispering at the water. The two argonian's eyes flicked to him, then back to each other. "(Well, what exactly are you wanting me to do? Because I am not sure what you are wanting from me.)" Xikeel said, putting her hands on her hips.

"(Just- Just come have a look at the sigil stone thing. See if you can help our mage. I know you came here to take it, shadowscale, but I believe our assignments here differ.)"

"Frog?" Ned called louder, flapping his hand around in the water as if to summon the man. The general whipped her neck towards him, then back at Xikeel. Her red eyes narrowed in exasperation as she brought her claws to her face yet again.

"(Can you PLEASE tell your elf to shut up?)"

"Ned, the general wants you to please shut up." Xikeel called over her shoulder.

Ned spun around and gestured wildly at her, mouthing something that was probably a curse. Xikeel smiled back at him, winking and giving the "okay" signal.

Xikeel turned away before she could see his response. "(I've told him. But I will need to confer with him first, let him know what is going on, yes)?"

The general's body melted with her sigh. "(So you will help?)"

"(I will see what I can do.)" Xikeel said casually, checking at her filed claws. "(Though, I would feel much better about taking this time off my assignment if I were to know your name, friend.)"

The general startled slightly, looking a little sheepish.

"(Ah, yes I - Ah - suppose we're of the same rank. It's Kot-Veesk.)"

"(Pleased to be working with you, Kot-Veesk.)" Xikeel smiled. 

Kot-Veesk stiffened back into her military poise, hands clasped behind her back.

“(You'll be doing a great service to me, and to the Marsh. Meet me by the spire as soon as you're finished)” The general said. Without another word, she strode collected her spear and vanished into the water.

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Ned finally seemed to have come back to reality as he cautiously approached. "Um, hey Thux-Ha." he said quietly. "Could you tell me what's going on?"

"The general here requests our assistance, and it’s probably pretty much what we were here to do anyway. Maybe. And I expect you to be polite and careful with what you say. A lot of these saxhleel likely understand your tongue and we do not need you insulting them, or compromising our assignment."

"Right." He said plainly, looking awkward.

The fact that Ned did not sass back seemed to indicate his understanding of the underlying message - "I had to lie to them, we’re probably still surrounded,  please in Sithis' name do not say ANYTHING that could come back to bite us"

"Listen, where did that one we saw first go? He was-he was just here a second ago."

"Ah, the green one? He said to them that he knew you. Who-"

They were interrupted by the man himself emerging yet again from the murk, looking around nervously as if he expected the general to descend upon him with the wrath of a god at any moment. Satisfied at her absence, he turned his gaze to Ned with an intensity that burned the air between them more than the open flame of the deadlands already had. Finally, he spoke in near-perfect Cyrodiilic.

“Nedirael? That is you, isn’t it?"

Xikeel turned to her friend in a whole new type of confusion, dropping her arms into the universal gesture for "what the hell is going on?". It was to no avail, as Ned continued to stare past her with a face twisted into a crossroads of relief and absolute agony.

"Hi, Frog.” He responded in a wavering voice.

“’Nedirael’???” Xikeel hissed.

‘Frog’ dropped his spear and practically lunged for the shell-shocked bosmer. Xikeel instinctively reached for her knife, only to be stopped by a sight more unexpected than some long delayed enactment of revenge.

Shap-Mota had bent down and pulled the bosmer into a gentle embrace, emitting a pleased rumble as he eagerly pressed his forehead against Ned’s. He then rubbed the bridge of his snout against the other man's face, slow and savoring, in a gesture Xikeel knew well as an affectionate greeting. A very, very affectionate greeting. Ned seemed to know this as well, as he shakily returned the gesture, eyes still wide. The only sound was the two men’s horns awkwardly clacking against each other.

Shap-Mota finally pulled back, still holding a slightly limp Ned by his shoulders.

“It is so good to see you, old friend!"

"It's. Yeah it's.." Ned trailed off, his yellow eyes starting to look bloodshot.

"Are.. you okay?" Frog cocked his head. Ned had suddenly become very interested in the murky water still lapping at his own legs. His eyes locked downward, lips trembling.

“I thought you died.” Ned said flatly.

Shap-Mota recoiled slightly, hissing faintly in confusion.

"Wha- How?"

"Are you kidd-You were being dragged off the killing floor the last time I saw you, I-" Ned's voice caught in his throat. Shap waved at the air with his hands as if grasping for words. "I... I was released! They carried me out after that... I, ah, know I was not allowed to say goodbye, but I figured at least one of the guards might have told you?"

Ned shook his head, looking like he'd just been kicked in the stomach. He laughed without humor. "Uh, no. I asked for you and they always just said they didn't know, didn't care. You... You know how they were."

The argonian was silent for a moment.

“They just released me after my last match. Said my sentence was up. I wanted to stay and wait for you, but... Well, I'm sure your argonian friend has told you about how the Hist started calling our people back." He spat the word 'friend' like venom, glaring at Xikeel. She was about to say something, when he shook his head and continued. "I... I'm so glad they freed you, too. I wish I could have stayed to see it.”

"Yeah, uh. So do I." Ned murmured, half to himself.

The two stood in a morose silence, bridged by Shap-Mota's now limp arms still grasping Ned's shoulders. Ned finally stepped back out of the man's grip, rubbing at his eyes a little too hard. His knuckles were coming away wet.

Xikeel made up her mind as his breathing began to hitch. This was probably none of her business.

"Stay where I can find you, old man." She said to Ned, walking off towards the spire and not waiting for a response.

#my stuff #my writing #well here you go

[vvardenfellcat]

Modern!TES Verse

Stolen from @deadeyedrifter bc it looked like fun also I am in huge modern!AU mood right now.

Name: Gee-Ei/Marsh-Eyes (not used outside of Black Marsh/the house), goes by J’hasi Nickname: Ei, Marsh (Jeer’s nicknames for him) Furball/Purrball, Sweet Fang (Maarzi’s, latter is stage name as well) Age: early 20s Gender: Agender/genderfluid

Nationality: Uh Place of Birth: Dune, Elsweyr Current residence: Winterhold, Skyrim? Cyrodiil? Iunno. Cheydinhal maybe? Religion: Uh...questioning.

Languages: Jel, Dunmeris, Cyrodilic

Career: College student, part time librarian, part time stripper

Family:

- Sees-In-Mist, guardian (missing) - Jeer-Rah, best friend/poly pal/roommate - Maarzi, best friend/poly pal/roommate/coworker - Stalks-In-Shadows, friend/brother/abusive asshole TL;DR not fun times happen - Cheddar, doggo

Pets: He’s got his hands full with Cheddar, a dog that followed him home after work one night. Some sort of mutt. Yes J’hasi is bad at picking Cyrodilic names for things. Wants a fish.

Household: Small apartment with Shadows that they found near where Shadows works in a garage and the black market in the back.

He lives with Maarzi and Jeer in a small house they rent out from Maarzi’s parents. It’s cozy and sometimes a lil lively, sometimes quiet when Jeer leaves on a trip, but it’s home and it’s safe.

Social media: He’s on Twitter, only because Maarzi made him an account. She keeps changing his settings because he doesn’t know how to change them yet. Has Skype just to talk to Maarzi and Jeer while on the go because group messaging doesn’t work on his phone.

Height: 5′9″ Body type: Scrawny af, starting to get a lil muscle and pudge with Maarzi’s help, which has massively helped him with his part time job. Hair color and type: Black and straight, thick and it used to be long, but it got cut short recently. Eye color and shape: Green and...big? Iunno. Tattoos/Piercings/Distinguishing marks: Spots everywhere, light grey on his chest and tum and groin, white patches on the backs of his ears and tip of his tail, and stripe-spots on his back and tail. Think black/grey king cheetah.

Virgin: yes / no Age when they lost their virginity: 

Virginity is a social construct, but he hasn’t done the do. Smooches are about it. Maybe a little bit past smooches >_>

Smoking: No. Drinking: A bit too much. Maarzi has been working with him about it. Drugs: No.

Personality: Stressed out, tired, quiet, and withdrawn while out and about. Extremely focused when he’s working on something. At home he’s stressed out, tired, quiet and super fucking affectionate with those he’s close with, though something recently happened that he’s kinda ehh with the intimacy thing. Easily frustrated, impulsive, and probably drinks a bit too much. Trying to level himself out like he’s supposed to but it’s hard. He’s arguably a sweet guy, just...not a good time right now. Anxious depressed furry ball of flop.

Hobbies: Sleeping, sleeping on top of Maarzi/Jeer, cuddling with Maarzi/Jeer, laying on the floor, watching the same ocean documentary for the sixth time this week and it’s only Tuesday...

He used to draw and read and go outside, but things happened and he doesn’t have a lot of time for that anymore anyways.

Favorite drink: Sujamma, tea, coffee...more coffee...with sujamma in... Favorite food: Ash yams, scrib jerky, fish...lots of stuff... Recently has gotten into liking spicy food. Favorite music: Listens to nearly anything, but smooth electronica and classic rock is probably his favorite go-tos. Rhythm = good. Favorite movie: Hasn’t watched many, but he loves Robin Hood. Which one? Well there’s several. Favorite TV show: Doesn’t really watch TV, it’s just background noise when he’s not feeling okay. Favorite books: He honestly couldn’t tell you. I could. Mostly horror, science fiction, fantasy, etc...

Clothing style: Jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, and either a hoodie, jacket, or a flannel over the top. Has a necklace with Hist wood that he has from Sees that he wears, and his stupid bulky wristband thing that’s for his condition. He hates it. Underwear type: None or briefs. Hates boxers under jeans, it makes him all EEGH with his fur.

Heroes: Robin Hood.

Bucket list:

- Graduate with his degree. Please. - Get a job that he doesn’t have to work two jobs, the stripping job pays well but like...he’d probably die of mortification if anyone from school knew he stripped to pay rent (Maarzi is working with him to get over this :/). - Get buff af. Jeer keeps showing him up and he hates being so twiggy. - Talk to mysterious stranger that he sees in the library every day. - Just live okay with his family and not have to worry about Shadows or money or his condition and just...just be okay...please?

#I LOVE MODERN!TES IS MY JAM #magic and science and werewolf therapy! #i probably put too much worldbuilding energy into it but its my comfort fic warehouse #i luv it #ooc #delete later #modern!tes

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jel hand study

to put a visual to the scars i hc him with from years of sewing. also i just really love hands.. and jel.. c:

#palia #palia fanart #palia jel #jel omiata #i started drawing jel then i blacked out #jel from palia save me jel from palia #if you can hear me jel from palia please save me #jel omiata a crumb of your attention please #next time i should draw spicy hands

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jel goes to jail!!! (real, not clickbait!)

#palia #palia fanart #palia jel #jel omiata #palia meme #i started drawing jel then i blacked out

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he thought the fireworks were pretty, but i thought he was prettier.

GUYS????? WHY DID I ABSOLUTELY GO FUCKING IN ON THIS DRAWING???? i did this all in one sitting. i was joking about jel pulling me from the depths of art block but i guess he wasn’t wtf

the character in the drawing is my human oc, Maddox (kisses him on the forehead and gently sets him in the trash)

here’s some close ups 🫶

oh! yes, by the way, this location is based on one of the spots jel walks to during the festival. he walks up the hill to the gazebo thing to be by himself 🥹 he’s so cute i’m gonna cry i love him so much whhhwhwhehewheee

#palia #palia jel #jel palia #jel omiata #palia fanart #palia game #palia oc #i like him a normal amount #WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THIS ONLY TOOK ME THREE HOURS #if you can hear me jel from palia please save me #jel from palia save me jel from palia #this was only supposed to be a sketch #i started drawing jel then i blacked out #artists on tumblr

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jel (except he’s taking off a robe)

thank you @thatonewritingperson for getting the image of jel in a robe stuck in my head 👀

i tried to draw the robe you sent a picture of but feathers and sheer fabric are hard for me to draw 😖

full image below

also, this pose was directly inspired by this tweet

https://x.com/mylilmooncake/status/1759168537959305510?s=46&t=QRTB3N5p_XraS6ugMN9EyA

#slightly suggestive #palia #palia jel #palia fanart #jel omiata #jel palia #i started drawing jel then i blacked out

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18+ POST LOOK AWAY 👹🔞 if you’re not 18+ PLEASE DNI with this post!! 👹🔞

(sketch and drabble and headcanons)

(jel/reth/oc stuff)

GO AWAY LOOK AWAY!!!!! IM WARNING YOU 🔪

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I CANT EVEN TAG THIS I DONT EVEN WANT PEOPLE TO SEE BUT I HAVE TO SHOW SOMEONE AND TALK ABOUT IT OR I’LL EXPLODE!!!!

i’m too shy to share the whole picture IM SORRY—i just wanted to capture a few headcanons into a single shamelessly horny drawing of the three of them together. also, my thoughts are completely unorganized and this post is mostly just me rambling!

small disclaimer, if you don’t agree with or like my headcanons, that’s totally valid but please don’t tell me so 🙇 i kindly ask you just move on from this post. thank you!

okay. so i feel like both reth and jel are service tops HEAR ME OUT—like, they’re both just a couple of pathetic lover boys who are so head over heels in love with you. the fact they practically always gift you something when you flirt with them in-game (jel gifting silk and reth gifting soup) i feel is their attempts at spoiling you and taking care of you in their own way. they just want to see you happy and make you cum your brains out a thousand times until you can’t think straight anymore 🥺

and in general, i feel jel would love to shower you in compliments and words of praise and practically worship your body. while i feel reth is the type to show you how he feels and relish in watching you come undone with him. but personally 👉👈 i feel jel and reth align more closely as switches because they’re both so.. so soft and need to be spoiled and loved so deeply (no innuendo intended)

with that said, i think jel is a more intimate and passionate lover while reth is a bit more unhinged and rough. that’s not to say jel doesn’t have his sadistic bouts. i feel it stems directly from his obsessive nature and grows into a desire to watch you submit to him and his whims, sort of in a controlling way. but it makes him so happy when you do. the need to know you belong to him, both your heart and body, is honestly really important to him. i actually feel he has control issues due to a number of reasons but that’s a different discussion—💀 and he rewards you so thoroughly for showing him how much you love him. god, the aftercare? he’s so gentle and attentive and treats you like the most precious thing he’s ever held.

more on reth, while not as sadistic, i feel he’s still plenty controlling when he wants to be. the poor man has hardly any control in his day-to-day life and the fact you allow him an ounce of control? over your body of all things? yeah, that shit drives him mad (positive). gets a bit carried away and leaves marks on your body, hickeys, scratches, bruises, the like. but hey, at least it’s a pretty reminder of how much fun you had together. plus, if anyone sees they’ll know you belong to him. but he definitely teases you about it the following days by making sly comments and even running his fingers over the more sensitive marks.

so, in my polycule i envision moments where two will actively spoil the other. so for instance like when maddox and reth want to spoil jel and shower him in the love and affection he deserves, he gets all shy and blushy but relishes in the moment. he pays them back tenfold once they’re finished, but not that same night. maddox and reth make sure he’s completely worn out so he’ll finally get some damn sleep for once. reth is the same in that regard; he gets all shy and blushy but he enjoys being spoiled for once. not having to care about anything or anyone else and focus fully on himself and his pleasure. and the two know this and want to show him how loved he is. lowkey i imagine jel bringing him to tears, crying tears of pleasure and from overstimulation but that may be a personal thing of mine. 💀 and as for maddox? they both know exactly which buttons to push. i imagine them sort of egging each other along. i mentioned earlier i think jel has a sadistic side to him, well i think the same of reth albeit not nearly as prominent. like, the fact he teases and flirts so much could be for a number of reasons, but how lovely it would be if it were only to watch their reactions each time. with that said, maddox happens to be very reactive and discovering that fact in bed, like, awakens something inside of him to tease more, to push as much as maddox will allow him. and yes, he notices the way jel reacts to it too. it only makes him want to tease him for the fact as well 🥴 WHICH is why i drew him with that expression LMAO normally i would’ve imagined him with a much softer and kinder expression but i think he’s quick to lose himself in the throes of pleasure which causes him to act a bit selfish at times. but like i said, i see him as a service top so really his ‘selfish’ moments are him just spoiling maddie and jel and showering their bodies with so much love and attention.

i have so many more thoughts but this post is getting long and i’m getting embarrassed so i’ll stop there for now.

IF YOU READ THIS IM SORRY LOL BUT THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME///////

#palia nsft #i started drawing jel then i blacked out #brain worms sorry