Original Characters: Do not use with out my permission.
i absolutely must receive my end of a trade first.
If I do not receive my half, I will release your character for public adoption/use. I will release the lineart for everyone's use and it will become public and you lose your character &/or art. By doing a trade with me you automatically agree to this process. I give a very reasonable amount of time.
White (In Progress) - Green (50%) - Pink (Complete)
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In The Beginning“I love you, ..Luke Harper,” Christian’s voice is emotionless, as cold and blank as his eyes and the nonexistent expression on his face; eyes sunken and bruised, swollen ,staring into nothing. Chapped, pale lips void of feeling, blood pooling between several cracks. He blinks slow, mouth opening to a forced smile that looked as if it was responding to a manual command. His white teeth stained with crimson. He slumps to one side, palms scarred from clawing at his attackers barely able to support the weight of his battered body on the hardwood floor he had been tossed down onto, they jump from the feeling of leaning onto the cold metal chain secured to his ankles that draped across the ground, hands moving elsewhere. He shivers and twitches noticeably.In The Beginning by valiumforaviper
Harper’s towering six foot frame bends down to one knee, wiping his hands across his denim jeans as if they had been too soiled to touch the pale saffron skin of a perfect man he found to be everything he want
More Than One ManDrew McIntyre fluffs his perfect brown hair held away from his face with a simple blue headband that matched the dress shirt tucked into his pencil skirt, the color a perfect swatch to the blue backs of his Louboutin-like pumps that he finally aced walking in on carpet and grass. He pushes the door to the Chairman’s office open, turning his walk from subtly seductive to an inappropriate strut as he carries in the latest stack of folders and paperwork. He sets the papers down in front of the boss and hops up onto the desk, sitting between him and John Laurinaitis standing in front of the desk. The office-pet glances between them when he’s done observing his own manicure and rolls his eyes, shaking his head.More Than One Man by valiumforaviper
“I hope you’ve gotten this whole return thing out of your head,” McIntyre sighs, exhausted with the whole situation. He truly was happy being his husband’s little dirty secretary. He tried to talk some sort of sense into McMahon: Drew McIntyre was
ReflectingSoft, warm, plush and wet. Fireworks. A tire iron to the skull. Walking out in front of a semi on the highway. He nuzzles his face against his captive’s neck, inhaling his scent in a gently drawn in breath; hands exploring the small, weakened body in front of his.Reflecting by valiumforaviper
Christian’s kiss could stop time.
It’s a daring move to want to -- to even try and kiss the older man again, let alone be thinking about it. He moves closer as words spill from his heart instead of obeying the lust boiling over in his loins demanding he fully possess his prisoner.
“Stay?” Luke asks, the behemoth’s voice low, as if fear was holding him back from raising his voice. His lips so close that they brush against Christian’s as he begs. A surge of panic races through his blood, and he instinctively grips tighter to the veteran wrestler in his arms; his brown eyes pleading for him while he was unable to vocalize the idea of being afraid to lose something - someone.
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| WARNING: Slash, the color Orange, Drag, Blood, Violence, MPreg, & Giant boobs and booties, weight-fetish, and some normal things, too. |
Mature audiences, please.
"What I'm really trying to say is: I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you're afraid to share with anybody." - Lady Gaga