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Becky predicted a short-lived modeling career for Brad and Chris' neighbor, Luke.

It’s my fashion face. Why?

Is it weird?

Please tell me if it’s weird.

Brad never followed up with his boyfriend Chris to clarify who the men were. As everyone else, he left the framed photo on the bedroom dresser to fester with the rest of the pics of sorted family members, needy exes, and unaccounted male friends apparently all named Bruno.

Who can say…

A cut display.

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i have a disease that makes me draw pearlescentmoon and it’s called being awesome

A little homage to the Hollow Knight's sacrifice before Silksong is out. Eventually.

WIPs and sketch below the cut

I usually work with brainstorm dirty and rough lines, then clearer line and then add flats, lights or shadows as I see fit. Last is the sketch just before inking because this is an illustration, comic pages do not need such detailing for me.

I work with several layers. One has inking, descriptive lines. Other has textures, blacks, details, etc. And the last one has extra details, temp lines (that end up being final) or in this case, white crosshatch in case I want to change my mind light-wise.

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May I suggest 21 with the cardinal? Or not, your writing is epic I really don't care at all I'll eat it up anyway.

21. “bite me” “if you insist” with The Insatiable Cardinal 😉

The Cardinal had called you to his office to discuss your behavior around the Abbey. You were new to the group, having been a bit shy toward the other siblings and mainly keeping to yourself.

You thought you were in trouble. Maybe you were, but The Cardinal’s punishment didn’t seem like much of one.

The two of you talked about your time there, how you were acclimating to the new environment, if there was anything he could do to make you more comfortable…

The Cardinal was an enigma to you. He gave off such an intimidating vibe during official church events but right now he seemed pleasant.

Still, you couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at you…

It wasn’t long before you were naked on the floor, your ass hiked up as he thrusts into you, his growls filling the room. Your fingers dig into the carpet, moans spilling from your lips. He is still fully clothed, the velvety texture of his shirt rubbing against your back as he peppers the back of your neck and shoulders with kisses.

“Bite me.”

You surprise yourself as the words come out of your mouth. The Cardinal stops thrusting and uses one of his hands to cup your breast, his gloved fingers pinching at your nipple. You sigh and press your hips further against him.

“What was that, dolce?” He hums into your ear, his mustache tickling your earlobe. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.” His tongue runs along the back of your ear down to your neck as he pinches your nipple again, making you squeal.

You’re grateful that you’re not facing him or else he would see how flushed you are. You pant softly as your try anything to get him to start fucking you again but you can barely move in his grip.

“I said… bite me.” Your frustration outweighs your embarrassment as you all but growl the command. He chuckles against your neck.

“If you insist.” He bites down on your neck just as he starts fucking you again, squeezing your breast roughly. You scream out in pleasure, the bite sending shockwaves through your body. His thrusts become more erratic and he snarls against you, his teeth drawing blood from you.

You moan deeply as you feel him lick up the blood from your neck and your legs begin to tremble as you feel yourself growing closer to release. His hips are stuttering, his breath quickening in your ear before he bites into your neck once again. Your body shudders as you come, a sharp cry escaping your lips as you bury your face into the rug.

He leans up away from your neck, one gloved hand knotting in your hair, forcing your head back up as he fucks you. Slapping skin and growls fill your ears. With one last deep thrust, he spills inside you as he grunts.

You are panting, your face against the rug as you wipe some drool from your mouth. His gloved fingers are gently ghosting over your back and you shiver at his touch.

“Not so shy anymore, are we, Sister?”

Copia, please respectfully rail me till I'm sobbing<3 🙏

His infernal Majesty Papa Emeritus the Third.

I used this art by Pavel Chistyakov as a reference.