banhammered:

wonderwolf-ellie:

She watches him like some kind of predatory cat - ironic though that was - was he stepped forward so carefully. She hadn’t exactly done this on purpose - sometimes she dressed like slut for no reason; nothing wrong with that. The idea that she would be able to catch Sarkis’ attention with such a display came later, and it was really the only thing that kept her in such an outfit, on the bed, with the camera in wait. She just had to see the dopey look on his gruff face. And he hadn’t disappointed her - not that he ever did.
She shrugged as he asked of her intention, though her smile remained naturally. “Why the hell not?” she asked right back, and she lifted a hand to him, as if beckoning him to join her, though she remained casual about it. “Maybe I just wanted a picture of you. You’re awful pretty, after all. And I need more pictures of you.”

Don’t you mean more pictures of me eating bacon?
Wait. No, he’s supposed to be denying that he eats bacon. Shit. Ellie is absolutely not playing fair today. He slinks onto the bed and shuffles closer to her, crawling over until he’s perched in front of her, sat back on his own heels. Close enough, but nothing quite touches, but he’ll wait until he’s given permission.
What’s with the outfit?
Not that he’s complaining, but it’s a little hard to hold a conversation with eye contact when all he wants to do is follow the ‘v’ of her open shirt. Whether or not this is on purpose, she’s definitely not playing fair. He’s only human.

She laughs at the reminder that she was constantly trying to sneak pictures of his vegan little mouth stuffed with delicious bacon, and when he comes closer on the bed, she scoots closer, letting their knees press together as she drapes her arms casually over his shoulders. “Well, sure, but since you’re not eating bacon all the time, I gotta work with what I’ve got.”
She looks down at her outfit, as if she wasn’t aware she was wearing it - though of course she was certainly aware of its wiles - and she looks back up at him with a broad smile. “This? Ah, well, I had tried on the blazer and the heels to see if they still fit from the old days. And they did. And then I just didn’t really feel like taking them off. Maybe wanted to see what you thought.”

banhammered:

wonderwolf-ellie:

She watches him like some kind of predatory cat - ironic though that was - was he stepped forward so carefully. She hadn’t exactly done this on purpose - sometimes she dressed like slut for no reason; nothing wrong with that. The idea that she would be able to catch Sarkis’ attention with such a display came later, and it was really the only thing that kept her in such an outfit, on the bed, with the camera in wait. She just had to see the dopey look on his gruff face. And he hadn’t disappointed her - not that he ever did.

She shrugged as he asked of her intention, though her smile remained naturally. “Why the hell not?” she asked right back, and she lifted a hand to him, as if beckoning him to join her, though she remained casual about it. “Maybe I just wanted a picture of you. You’re awful pretty, after all. And I need more pictures of you.”

Don’t you mean more pictures of me eating bacon?

Wait. No, he’s supposed to be denying that he eats bacon. Shit. Ellie is absolutely not playing fair today. He slinks onto the bed and shuffles closer to her, crawling over until he’s perched in front of her, sat back on his own heels. Close enough, but nothing quite touches, but he’ll wait until he’s given permission.

What’s with the outfit?

Not that he’s complaining, but it’s a little hard to hold a conversation with eye contact when all he wants to do is follow the ‘v’ of her open shirt. Whether or not this is on purpose, she’s definitely not playing fair. He’s only human.

She laughs at the reminder that she was constantly trying to sneak pictures of his vegan little mouth stuffed with delicious bacon, and when he comes closer on the bed, she scoots closer, letting their knees press together as she drapes her arms casually over his shoulders. “Well, sure, but since you’re not eating bacon all the time, I gotta work with what I’ve got.”

She looks down at her outfit, as if she wasn’t aware she was wearing it - though of course she was certainly aware of its wiles - and she looks back up at him with a broad smile. “This? Ah, well, I had tried on the blazer and the heels to see if they still fit from the old days. And they did. And then I just didn’t really feel like taking them off. Maybe wanted to see what you thought.”

KISS ME
banhammered

banhammered:

wonderwolf-ellie:

wonderwolf-ellie:

33. A bruise

Her eyes were heavy with concern as she traced carefully around the darkened skin, just below his eye. “Oh, baby,” she murmured, drawing closer to brush her lips upon the bruise, before resting her forehead against his as she held him close. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Ellie has to keep from gasping and generally making too much of a shocked scene when she returns to the bathroom, thick quilts and comforters in her arms, along with a bottle of pills, a few candles, and a handful of water bottles. She knew the damage to his body was extensive - she had smelled the blood swelling beneath the skin, before he had even told her of the injuries - but truly seeing it, bare and truly apparent beneath the fluorescent light… it made her core tighten with both anger and concern, her claws twitching in equal need to soothe her lover-friend’s pain as well as rip apart whoever had done this to him.

But, she kept her cool, especially when he requested assistance of her - which she knew was a very large thing for him, with how sensitive his pride and ego was. She simply gave a nod, smiling in assurance as she set down the necessities, then held her arms open to him. “Whatever you need, baby. Lean on me however you need to. I’ve got you.”

He picks himself up with a wheeze, very nearly tripping into her - which is fine, she catches him (she always does, somehow, it feels like) - and mutters a sorry before finishing stripping.

Ellie is soft enough to only hurt him a little when he leans on her, bumping his sore shoulder into hers, and if he were in just a touch better a mood he’d stop his swearing and thank her generously. Instead, all she gets is a painful rasp of curse words and apologies as she’s used for stability. 

Finally, finally he manages to shimmy out of his pants and underwear, it’s like there’s no air left in his lungs; so much movement is actually terribly exhausting and it makes him laugh, a breathless, bitter little chuckle all to himself. He is a god, of all things, he should be running on limitless energy.

It’s unfair to be reminded like this that he’s still only human. 

There are deep bruises littering his legs, matching the rest of the damage, but at least he’s mostly steady on his feet and neither limb is broken. The worst of it is superficial.

Sarkis stares helplessly at the floor, then the still-filling tub - the floor, his feet, the tub, his marred reflection in the mirror, and then Ellie’s face - and eyes her with an expression of utter dread before simply tucking his face into her shoulder.

She stays quiet, silent as the very air between them as she stabilizes him. She doesn’t directly help him with his garments or the act of shimmying out of them, knowing that it would only bruise his pride ever moe so than it always was, but she made sure to keep herself balanced and stable for him. She was a rock - a soft, warm rock, but unmoving all the same as she let him shift and adjust as he needed. When he is finally through, she let out a small breath, as if she had dared to hold it, and the bitter chuckle that left his lips made her heart crack and ache. No one, especially not her dear Sarkis, deserved to be battered to the point of this much soreness… She only hoped she would be able to do what she could to help him.

She meets those golden eyes, dark and twisted with dread, and her heart sinks softly with her own worry. She lets him hide against her shoulder, finally allowing herself to touch him directly as she carefully slipped her fingers through his mussed tresses, holding him against her as she dared a tender kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you, babe,” she murmured, nuzzling him in her natural beastly way, and with very, very careful motions, she helped him shuffle his way towards the tub, only mere inches away, but she was sure it was still hell for him. 

KISS ME
banhammered

banhammered:

wonderwolf-ellie:

wonderwolf-ellie:

33. A bruise

Her eyes were heavy with concern as she traced carefully around the darkened skin, just below his eye. “Oh, baby,” she murmured, drawing closer to brush her lips upon the bruise, before resting her forehead against his as she held him close. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Ellie smiled softly as Sarkis seemed to truly be indisposed and indecisive about what he wanted for comfort, and she nuzzled carefully against his temple, just barely around his hairline, while he talked out the situation. “I like have you on me too… maybe after we get the food, I’ll join you in that soak. We can still lay together while you relax…”

She watches as he slowly, carefully pushes himself to his feet, and she rises with him, not truly rushing to help him, but still remaining right beside him, in case he began to sway too much. When she found that he was stable as he could be, for a man in his state, she smiled again, her arm touching gingerly upon his arm as she pressed a kiss to his unbruised cheek. “Sure, babe. You go on and get comfortable. I’ll join you with painkillers and blankets and anything else I can think of. ‘kay?”

Mm. 

He nods and heads off to the tub without another word, stiffly peeling off his hoodie along the way and giving Ellie a glimpse of the worst of it - his entire back is black and blue, deep purple bruising in dark patches. When he ducks into the bathroom, he gingerly kicks the door closed.

Sarkis starts the water running and pauses to stare at himself briefly in the mirror; his throat is a mess, his eye is a mess, his chest and stomach are less wrecked than his back but still impressive. The discoloration is stark against the unmarked, pale skin, and he briefly touches his neck before continuing to undress.

He really really struggles with his pants, leaning on everything and sucking in a sharp breath every time he presses a sore spot - which is often. By the time Ellie joins him, Sarkis has given up and decided to wait for her, perched shamefully on the edge of the bathtub.

I need help balancing.

Ellie has to keep from gasping and generally making too much of a shocked scene when she returns to the bathroom, thick quilts and comforters in her arms, along with a bottle of pills, a few candles, and a handful of water bottles. She knew the damage to his body was extensive - she had smelled the blood swelling beneath the skin, before he had even told her of the injuries - but truly seeing it, bare and truly apparent beneath the fluorescent light… it made her core tighten with both anger and concern, her claws twitching in equal need to soothe her lover-friend’s pain as well as rip apart whoever had done this to him.

But, she kept her cool, especially when he requested assistance of her - which she knew was a very large thing for him, with how sensitive his pride and ego was. She simply gave a nod, smiling in assurance as she set down the necessities, then held her arms open to him. “Whatever you need, baby. Lean on me however you need to. I’ve got you.”

banhammered:

wonderwolf-ellie:

She snaps the shot, then lowers her camera to really give him her usual amused smile. “Someone’s a bit dazed and confused,” she chuckled, sitting back on her heels with her hands resting casually on her thighs. “Cat got your tongue, sweet cheeks?”

Sarkis swallows loudly, then wheezes out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Something like that.
Stepping forward slowly, he bites his lip, trying so hard not to think inappropriate things - although he’s kind of certain that was the point here. He drags his eyes away from her legs, leers noticeably all the way to her face, then blinks, his cheeks tinting pink ever so slightly.
Why were you lying in wait for a picture of me?

She watches him like some kind of predatory cat - ironic though that was - was he stepped forward so carefully. She hadn’t exactly done this on purpose - sometimes she dressed like slut for no reason; nothing wrong with that. The idea that she would be able to catch Sarkis’ attention with such a display came later, and it was really the only thing that kept her in such an outfit, on the bed, with the camera in wait. She just had to see the dopey look on his gruff face. And he hadn’t disappointed her - not that he ever did.
She shrugged as he asked of her intention, though her smile remained naturally. “Why the hell not?” she asked right back, and she lifted a hand to him, as if beckoning him to join her, though she remained casual about it. “Maybe I just wanted a picture of you. You’re awful pretty, after all. And I need more pictures of you.”

banhammered:

wonderwolf-ellie:

She snaps the shot, then lowers her camera to really give him her usual amused smile. “Someone’s a bit dazed and confused,” she chuckled, sitting back on her heels with her hands resting casually on her thighs. “Cat got your tongue, sweet cheeks?”

Sarkis swallows loudly, then wheezes out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Something like that.

Stepping forward slowly, he bites his lip, trying so hard not to think inappropriate things - although he’s kind of certain that was the point here. He drags his eyes away from her legs, leers noticeably all the way to her face, then blinks, his cheeks tinting pink ever so slightly.

Why were you lying in wait for a picture of me?

She watches him like some kind of predatory cat - ironic though that was - was he stepped forward so carefully. She hadn’t exactly done this on purpose - sometimes she dressed like slut for no reason; nothing wrong with that. The idea that she would be able to catch Sarkis’ attention with such a display came later, and it was really the only thing that kept her in such an outfit, on the bed, with the camera in wait. She just had to see the dopey look on his gruff face. And he hadn’t disappointed her - not that he ever did.

She shrugged as he asked of her intention, though her smile remained naturally. “Why the hell not?” she asked right back, and she lifted a hand to him, as if beckoning him to join her, though she remained casual about it. “Maybe I just wanted a picture of you. You’re awful pretty, after all. And I need more pictures of you.”

(Source: sebyprahh)

winchesterson:

perplexingly:

geosaurus:

perplexingly:

Imagine dragons sleeping the same way giraffes do

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Yessss! I wanna draw sleeping dragons tooo

Maybe they sleep like camels…image

or cats…

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or…. uh… snakes?

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Yeeeeaaaaah

Or maybe they sleep on trees

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There is nothing about this post I don’t love

tastefullyoffensive:

Animals With Unusual Fur Markings [bp]

Previously: Cats Sitting Like HumansBunnies Sticking Their Tongues Out

(Source: okfixed)

banhammered:


Say cheese, big guy.


Honestly, he’s too busy staring at her legs to even think of responding.

She snaps the shot, then lowers her camera to really give him her usual amused smile. “Someone’s a bit dazed and confused,” she chuckled, sitting back on her heels with her hands resting casually on her thighs. “Cat got your tongue, sweet cheeks?”

banhammered:

Say cheese, big guy.

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Honestly, he’s too busy staring at her legs to even think of responding.

She snaps the shot, then lowers her camera to really give him her usual amused smile. “Someone’s a bit dazed and confused,” she chuckled, sitting back on her heels with her hands resting casually on her thighs. “Cat got your tongue, sweet cheeks?”