Capsule :lime yaoi: by understatedgrey, literature
Literature
Capsule :lime yaoi:
Swallow your pride. He hated it when his bank account came to this, but it was time to earn his allowance and there was only one way to get it. Essentially, he was a whore. He felt filthy, he felt worthless. Like he should crawl under some dirty rock and stay there. If he didnt like it, he didnt have to do it. After all, no one was forcing him to lie in bed with the big, blonde German at least not anymore. He hated it, yet he kept doing it. Why? Money, he needed it. These past 100 years spent with his sire, hes gotten used to sleeping in comfortable places and he had quite the china collection. Whenever he s
Gladiators and Prostitutes are one and the same. Both sell their bodies for the pleasures of others. Sex and blood, both pleasures of the flesh. There is no difference in selling yourself to the arena or the brothel.
A Gladiator was nothing more than a slave. From the moment you set foot into the darkened corridors, to the day the kiss of steel sends you to the river Styx. You are a slave. You belonged to the audience; your life was spent striving to fill your empty soul with their cheers and praises. If you were lucky, youd be bought from the arena. From one Master to another, the purchased gladiator would often be used as a private h
Gladiators and Prostitutes are one and the same. Both sell their bodies for the pleasures of others. Sex and blood, both pleasures of the flesh. There is no difference in selling yourself to the arena or the brothel.
A Gladiator was nothing more than a slave. From the moment you set foot into the darkened corridors, to the day the kiss of steel sends you to the river Styx. You are a slave. You belonged to the audience; your life was spent striving to fill your empty soul with their cheers and praises. If you were lucky, youd be bought from the arena. From one Master to another, the purchased gladiator would often be used as a private h
Current Residence: Eastern NC Favourite genre of music: J-pop/rock + Old School Punk Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Still pimpin' the CD player, baby. Favourite cartoon character: Garfield. Personal Quote: I'll punch you in the teeth.
Favourite Movies
The Last Unicorn
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bad Religion
Favourite Writers
Lovecraft
Favourite Games
Audition
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
graphite pencils, sharpies, food, yarns 'b fiber, needles of various types.
I have no artistic ability at all. I know that and I embrace it. Note, I also have no tablet. Yet in my lapse of insanity I decided to download Open Canvas strictly to make boredom induced doodles with a friend... If you're not particularly attached to your eyes, you can see today's doodle. A fancy tea party at a beach, attended solely by a cat and a mouse.
Did I mention I have no artistic ability at all?
Art by: Myself and ~tantalurina (https://www.deviantart.com/tantalurina)
*stares at the gap between the main part of DA's layout, the banner ad thingey, and (for lack of a better term) the dashboard* EEEURGH. AESTHETICS, RUINED. OCD TENDANCIES KICKING IN. MUST REARRANGE.
It's seriously freaking me out. I have this giant gap and I hate it. *stresses in her crazy corner* Change is bad. Status Quo please and thank you.
...I'll get used to it eventually...but they'll only change it again!
Why do I also pick hobbies that kill my hands?
Sewing? Hand cramps, pricked fingers.
knitting? gnarled old lady hands, sore finger tips... (damn pointy metal needles.)
Papercraft? Hand cramps from delicate scissoring and tweezing down small folds.
Video games? fuckin' A! is it so hard to have an ergonomic controller? Also, I need a controller with a fan built in, sweaty...sweaty hands.
At least my interest in aquaria won't kill my hands.