I keep having those nervous hot and cold flashes over work and sweating profusely. It’s been like this on and off ( I’m hopefully seeing a gp tomorrow tho to make sure and also talk about mental stuff )
So I’m just gonna pretend I’m w/ Gram.ble and we’re chilling in his little outside pen for the bu.gs.nax 🙄✌
using ur puter with hyperhidrosis n anxiety is rinsing ur hands off with cold water every 20 minutes because ur hands get too sweaty to use the mousepad and having to use ur sleeve to open the doorknob bcus otherwise its too slippery
I got so damn angry trying to take out my septum ring (captive bead ring) that I started making guttural throat growling sounds. I was consumed by the rage i believe.
I didn't manage to get it out by the way. I just gave up and took a shower to get rid of the rage sweat smell.
au in which touya ends up having to watch natsuo put his hands all over you because you took something offered to you at a sketchy warehouse party that has you panting and whimpering and burning up and his own hot hands can't provide you any comfort but his little brother's cool-quirked touch can
heavily inspired by the ten-faced pv made by HannyaG! yes this was the project i was complaining so much about LOL it was a lot of work T_T but it's over... it's done with... and i think it looks good so : )
Thinking about Draken giving you backshots in the back seat of your car.
You whine and paw at him after a movie date later at night so the parking lot is almost empty, plus it was too cold for his bike so you had a perfectly nice back seat to ruin. Any other time he probably would have told you no, rolling his eyes and telling you you're crazy (affectionately) but there was something about tonight that was different. Chalk it up to how pretty you look or the moon cycle or whatever but he's shuffling to the backseat to get in between your legs without any argument.
Next thing he knows you're underneath him, his big hands pushing you into a nasty arch with your ass against his pelvis and your hands scrambling to hold onto anything as you cream around his thick cock. Every roll of his hips has you squealing and seeing stars, his heavy groans and slaps to your asscheeks only pushing you further and further over the edge. Maybe you shift your hips a bit too far away when a particularly hard thrust nearly knocks your air out before he forcibly pulls you back to spear you on his length, his flushed chest pressing against your back.
"Nuh-uh princess don't be running from me" He scolds with a nip to your shoulder blade "you wanted this dick so bad, you'll take it. All of it"
I thought about what other wacky stuff I could do with the vessel au.
What if Volo became a vessel for Giratina? What if he made himself a vessel on purpose and stole Giratina's power?
Originally the two were cooperating with one another but once Arceus tried to fix everything via a vessel/proxy, Giratina suedo abandoned Volo's plan a little (still mulling over the plot in my head) and left Volo without answers or assistance.
He would feel absolutely cheated. The most damning thing to refute all of his ideals and thoughts that the world was unfair and unjust.
He was abandon by Arceus and the one it outcast from the realms.
He is not the grand hero everyone loves.
He's had no just reason for all the wrong that has happened in his life.
He'd be furious. Insulted. He probably is plotting revenge of both god and vessel.
So if a pokemon won't listen, there are other ways to capture it. The red chain can steal back Giratina and bind it to him, making himself a vessel for a god instead of Gris.
But it doesn't work very well. Giratina's too big, too much for a mortal to house it without consequences. While Gris held off and fought off the possession, Volo foolishly takes on more than he could carry.
He's too blinded by rage, by the need to have victory over Arceus that he doesn't care if it's splitting him apart, or that he'll forever bind Giratina to his body due to the red chain's hold.
If Volo steals Giratina, he would become an imperfect vessel, a violitle bomb ready to lose his mind and tear the world apart.
(also I wanna add design notes so the tendrils are meant to be like tainted angel wings and I took artistic liberty to make the red chain more ribbony to add to the evil devilish flow going on.)
Laying on the couch upside down, bored and trying to pass the time playing video games when you hear the door unlock and your roommate come in. You call out a greeting and they merely grunt in reply, obviously in a bad mood, no doubt thanks to work. you just carry on playing your game as they walk over to you and say something and you distractedly agree, too focused on the game. the next thing you know, they're in front of you and blocking the view of the TV. they drop their pants and pull their girl dick out, you see sweat practically dripping from their sack, their thighs glistening in the dim light of the room. the smell alone is enough to clear your sinuses and you can't help but focus on their musk. before you can even ask what's up, they pin your arms down, controller falling from your grip and start grinding their junk against your face, coating it with a sheen of their sweat. opening your mouth to protest, they force their length down into your throat, destroying all resistance your body offers and going as deep as they can. they start getting rougher and rougher, practically mating pressing your throat as you struggle to stay conscious beneath them. you're unable to tell how much time has passed with their dick lodged in your throat, you just hope it's over soon. their movements becoming more and more erratic as they get closer to finishing, you feel relief at being so close to being free. finally they plug your throat completely as they release almost directly into your stomach, their musky and sweaty ballsack pressed firmly against your nose, making you unable to breathe properly as they relieve themselves in you, fashioning you into their own personal fleshlight for the evening. they start pulling out and you taste the remnants of their cum on their cock, you take shuddering breaths, relishing in the fresh air. you look up at them and they smirk, deciding to plunge into your throat a few more times and pound away, just to hear your gagging again. "thanks for helping out" they say, as they release their grip on you and head for the bathroom, finally deciding they're ready for a shower as you lay in the same position, breathing heavily and eyes glazed over.