[RP] Bedtime [PG-13]

Dir talked Ysani into having a drink with him last night, in spite of the fact that he makes her super-uncomfortable. It just goes to show how one choice can lead to a cascading series of other choices, each seemingly worse than the last. I really don't know how this is going to resolve itself. Also, holy crap, it's an RP post. How long has it been? Too long! Enjoy!

Authors: Dir & Ysani

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The girl was very drunk. Dir gave a satisfied grin... of course, it was his fault.

He wrapped his arm around Ysani's waist, encouraging her to lean on him as he walked her towards the stairs of the Legerdemain. Drunken compliance had her head lolling against his shoulder, bobbing with every step. Her confessions about Keilos had taken him aback. So had her tolerance for copious amounts of booze.

"The stairs are moving." She slurred heavily with every word, balking at the first step.

Dir laughed, "No, my dear. You are." He pulled her up the step, not showing the slightest exertion at her weight. "Come on. Just about a dozen more."

She mumbled a mild objection but went willingly enough after a few steps, lifting her feet with exaggerated caution. Dir would murmur softly to Ysani, small praises as she tackled the steps. Reaching the landing, he deftly steered her past her room and towards the door of his apartment. "You just a need a little pampering." Dir winked at the swaying Ysani as he opened the door with his free hand.

She didn't seem to notice.

Leading Ysani in before closing the door with his foot, Dir started guiding the wobbling girl over to the stool by the massive four-poster bed. "Here, take a seat." She flopped drunkenly on the stool, leaning back against the bed. Dir moved his hands off her slowly, making sure she wouldn't fall over without his support. "Let's get you more comfortable, hmm?" It was probably a shame Ysani was too drunk to notice his exceptionally wolfish smile.

"S'bedtime?" With her shoulders slumped and her arms hung limp at her sides, she stared at a vague point six inches off the carpet in front of her and somehow managed to keep her balance.

Kneeling in front of the redhead, Dir gently lifted her feet into his lap. "Almost." He smiled as he stroked the fine bones just under the skin of one foot before slipping Ysani's sandal off. For several long moments, Dir gently rubbed her foot, pressing his thumb on the ball of her foot and following the delicate nerve pathways along the arch. His long fingers smoothed over the pale skin along the top of her foot as he said, "Want me to rub the other one?"

"Yuh huh." She attempted to nod and stopped when she nearly fell off her perch, opting instead to use her energies lifting her other foot off the floor.

With a chuckle, he caught Ysani's other foot and placed it in his lap beside its mate. His fingers gently traced along the edges of her sandal, teasing lightly, before easing it off. Dir's large hands encircled her foot, repeating the motions he had lavished on the first one. Ysani sighed. Dir smiled wider. "You know, I give excellent back-rubs too." He let one hand roam a bit higher, squeezing and stroking the muscle of her calf before bringing it back down to her foot before she could object.

"Dir?"

"Hmm?"

"Where's my bed?"

"That is an excellent question, my dear." Ysani wiggled her toes. Dir's hands back in plain sight, he took the hint and went back to pampering her feet. "So, about that back rub." His smile never faltered, soothing with a slightly dangerous edge.

"I wanna lie down." She closed her eyes. "Room's spinny."

"You are full of excellent suggestions." Dir helped Ysani to her feet, supporting her as she swayed against him. "Let's get this heavy leather off of you so you'll be more comfortable."

"But--" Her brow furrowed, and she seemed to be trying to remember something. At some point she forgot she was trying to focus and merely stood, leaning drunkenly against the tall elf.

Dir merely gave a non-committal "hmm?" as he slowly and gently began to loosen the laces along the back of the tight leather top showcasing her cleavage. It had done an excellent job of diverting his attention all night. Giving the laces a harder pull as they came undone, he said, "I can't rub your back with all this leather in the way."

Ysani made a face, but was otherwise cooperative as the laces loosened and her top came free. It was a lot easier to breathe this way, she noted, and sighed. Her breath was redolent of sweet burnwine and chocolate.

Tossing the top aside, Dir was quick to start on the kilt while she was still leaning on him. He sighed heavily at the glimpse of rose-colored silk banding her chest. Of course Ysani would wear underwear. Unlaced, the kilt slid to her ankles. Dir paused, awaiting her protest.

"Where's my jam--" Ysani hiccuped, then tried again. "--jammies."

"Another fantastic question! Here, lay down on the bed. You'll feel better." Dir took a moment to leer at her silk-covered rump. The cherries patterning across her tiny bloomers had him stifling a laugh.

Ysani did, indeed, feel better as soon as she sprawled out on the bed, lightly holding the edge of the mattress with one hand to steady the world.

Dir sat on the stool she had just vacated, pulling off his soft leather boots. "Do you have any idea how much you drank? I must admit, it's impressive. Last time I drank that much, I woke up next to gnomes." He let each boot hit the carpeted floor softly. He elected to keep his gold silk robe on. It highlighted his tan and made his white blonde hair shine just a bit brighter. However, he did take out the clip holding his long, thick hair back and up. When freed, his hair spilled down past his waist. "Look at it this way, you are getting a better deal." He chuckled.

Ysani pressed her face into the thick bedding as the room continued to spin around her. Her voice was thick with booze and muffled against the linens. "I don't wanna drink anymore."

"You can't anyway. You pretty much shut down the bar." He climbed up on the bed next to her, kneeling as his palms rested lightly on her shoulders, pressing just to either side of her spine as he ran his hands down her back slowly to the edge of her cute (cherry-printed) panties.

"Something's poking me." Ysani turned her head to one side, squirming.

Dir raised an eyebrow. Odd, he wasn't touching her quite that fully yet. "Oh really?"

She whined, twisting on the bed and rolling up onto her side. She swiped ineffectively at the bedding. "I don't like it, it hurts."

"Well, this is a first. I still have my clothes on." He grinned wickedly, reluctantly pulling his hands back from her waist. Obligingly, he started patting down the bed where she seemed intent on re-enacting a life or death struggle with the sheets. Finally, with another whine, she gave up and flopped into a ball on her side. Groping about the bedding, Dir suddenly paused and sighed. "Bells... How many times have I told him no rocks in bed?" He pulled out a good sized rock. Ysani immediately reached for it.

"Shiny," she slurred.

"It SCRATCHES the FINISH of my furniture!"

She grabbed it out of his hand and sprawled back out on the bed with it clasped firmly between her fingers, examining it up close with her good eye before curling her hand up under her chin and closing her eyes. "It'sh my friend."

Snorting, Dir retorted, "You'll have to get in line. He's Glitterbell's friend first."

"Can he sleep with me?"

Abandoning all hope for the night, Dir sighed. "Okay. But only if you cuddle with me too."

"'kay."

Assuming she was too drunk to care, Dir pulled his robe over his head. Completely nude, he lay beside Ysani and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. He reached over to pull the tangled bedding over them both before nuzzling her red, sweet-smelling hair.

"Dir?"

"Yes, m'dear?" He lazily curled his large body around her smaller one, spooning against her as he yawned sleepily.

"You're nice. Will you be my friend too?" She held her rock tightly, eyes still closed to keep the wavy furniture from making her sick.

"Love, I've always been your friend. I won't let anything happen to you." He gave a low chuckle. "Even if it's me."

A drunken snore was the only response.

Sleepy Saturday Sunday and DeviantArt

Okay, now it's technically Sunday, but I got distracted after uploading all of these freakin' pictures and didn't get a chance to finish labeling them before I was whisked away on an epic journey to the Misty Mountains, where fish-head goblins chased me with big cartoony bombs as I ran screaming in the opposite direction, usually headfirst into a clan of yeti.

GOOD TIMES!

Friday night, I realized I have a DeviantArt account. It's a place where anyone can post their various artworks and writings in a personal gallery, and visitors can see all their work in one place, leave comments and follow their favorites. You can visit my page here anytime to see my doodles. There's even some stuff that's not quite PG enough to post in my blog. (Yay boobs?)

In other news, a brand-new pen tablet is on its way. I didn't really expect to move beyond the mouse and MS Paint so soon. I didn't expect to be so prolific either, and I think that having a pen device rather than a mouse will help speed up the drawing process and make it easier on my hand. ("Augh! My hand! I was gonna use that!") Very much looking forward to the delivery man now, I can assure you.

Anyway, I ain't posted since Wednesday and I've been a busy bee. Behold, many new pictures! I hope you like them!

I love how this turned out! Bika looks like she belongs in the cast of Teen Titans, almost. Knowing her she'd be the one to kick Beast Boy's ass on a regular basis (and he'd have a wicked crush on her). I sure miss that show, but what the heck was going on near the end? I just stopped watching. I couldn't get past the creepy stalker Slade who always fucked everything up, especially Robin. What a depressing direction to take the show. It was so badass and cute at the same time, but then they ensured that Robin will need just as much therapy as Bruce Wayne.

Muriam is a mage. She's got a brilliant mind, but undeath was not kind to her. Unstable as they come, she's now the most paranoid character I have ever played. It's unclear whether her theories are amazing breakthroughs in the field of magic, or if she's just giving vent to the voices in her head. Maybe it's a little of both. Her shoulders are hunched to give her the appearance of a sort of creepy, birdlike zombie. She's harmless. I think.

Bullhoof carries a small mirror everywhere he goes so that he can reflect Bika's glower back at her. It annoys her, but she ignores it (mostly because Bull, in spite of his unbearable puns, is still one of the least annoying people she knows).

Feliche once asked Skulley to paint vrykul tattoos all over his arms and torso for his Hallow's End costume. I'd really like to draw that scene sometime, if I get good enough at this drawing stuff! :)

Bellesta has dreadlocks, complex facial markings and a missing ear. I was a bit apprehensive about pulling this one off but I think it turned out great. It's the first one of this style with the heavier black lines and minor suggestions of shadow.

Yva's picture gave me some practice working on eyes. I wanted them to convey just how nutters she really is and I think I did a fair job. I am somewhat biased toward creepy pictures though, I admit.

Moretta's player draws awesome paint sketches too and I love them! Because he kicks ass, I am giving his Death Knight extra-bright colors and a special super-suit complete with skull. Rock on!

Genise is a schmexy librarian type. I really liked drawing her with glasses, but it came out looking a bit modern to me and I questioned whether it suits a game character in a fantasy setting. The player of Genise said she liked it though, so it gets to stay.

GAH! Oh. It's a Tufak. The nosering was hard to draw, both in perspective and suggesting a metallic surface. He also wanted graying hair/fur, so I added gray tones to the colors I used and sections of lighter, grayer hair. He looks fierce. Also stripe-y.

And lastly, we have Takchawee again. I made her nose longer and carved off the bulk of her armor to make her look more feminine. I also fixed her horns and made them curve forward and up, like they are supposed to.

That's all I've got for now. Suggestions and constructive critiques are always appreciated and you'll never hurt my feelings by pointing out where I can do better. That's a promise.

Which one is your favorite?

Hump Day

Today is Wednesday, so let's celebrate its utter lack of awesome with more drawings. I know, you totally didn't see that coming, right? Well shaddap! I can't help it, all right? I like doing this. Don't hate.

Bhe is a rude little orc with a penchant for destruction.

Manettia is actually a hobbit minstrel character. Don't hate on my lute, it hates itself enough already.

The lady who plays Alishe is awesome and I heart her. Her character is awfully cute and I love the way her facial tattoos turned out.

Illithias is a temperamental wench with half of a face. I made her take a bath and put on something nice before I would even think about doodling her.

Vomher requested a doodle, and described himself as a sorta greasy evil thing that I could only equate with a Snape-Edward Cullen lovechild. Turns out that unholy union results in an evil David Bowie in a cardigan. Who knew?

Lansiron is half human, half elf, and has a permanent 1000-mile stare. This is fairly hard to accomplish using MS Paint, but I think he turned out pretty well. By the way, the dude behind Lans is an amazing artist. My doodles look like dog poo in comparison, but he had really nice things to say about them so I made this face: ^_^

This fella here is Pitchblack, a goofy druid who probably carries a pocket-sized book of pick-up lines for the ladies.

I have a few more requests in the queue right now that I'm working on. People are really tickled to see pictures of their characters, and it's nice to see them all happy about it. I think I'm getting better (a little at a time), learning nifty tricks for MS Paint and drawing in general, like how to draw by erasing lines and shaping white space, and how to use gradients of colors to make more subtle designs like stubble, sheen and shadow.

Now if only learning anatomy was easy.

(PS. I made it all the way through this post without making a hump joke, aren't you proud?)

Warheads and Mullet-B-Gone

While catching up on Facebook today I discovered that my friend Eric/Gorebash sweats when eating really sour candy. Mild to moderate on the scale of TMI, it reminded me of that time in the 90's when cramming your mouth full of Warheads and puckering your face until it looked like a butt was the most extreme candy-related school activity. (Pop Rocks & Coke shooters were really before my time, I think. Plus, you know, that whole thing where it was a load of crap.)

Anyway, now that I'm done playing "hey, remember that thing that makes me feel old?" here are some more pictures.

After several revisions, my portrait of plaguebringer Uthas is finally complete. Braids AND five o'clock shadow, this drawing is basically like Christmas in 10000 pixels or less.

Renshank had the Coolest. Hair. Ever.

Tarquin got a wee reshaping to remove his mullet, hence the title of this post. FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS ROCK THE MULLET.

Wueten looks like he's contemplating how to fit 10 lbs of explosives into a 1 lb bag.

Redfield wanted to be drawn lighting a gnome on fire.

Wish granted, ya bastard.

Rashona is a fierce Savannah huntress. It is freakin' hard to draw cats, the end.

We will pretend that Grizz has shame. Blush, naked wench.

I like how Ezma turned out. She's like a cute bug. Also a zombie. Cute zombie bug. Yeah.

Portraits of Dirty Alliance, Part 1

Loreli is of the arty-type IRL. Her picture turned out kinda cute, I think, but oh god now I can relate on symmetry. I redrew that right tattoo a dozen times and it still looks weird. Bah!

One of my few in-character interactions with Fingold was the time my shaman caught him dancing on a table. He was so embarrassed, and now he always looks that way in my head.

"Oh god, you saw me doing that??"

Takani is usually in kitty form but I have yet to figure out how to draw a druid cat that doesn't look terrible. I had some trouble with the white hair and coloring in this picture. :(

Skulley's been MIA for a while, so she hasn't seen much of Tarquin. He still has a fine ass, I hear.

Also, PLAID LOL. Yeah, that's what that's supposed to be, shut up.

So, in addition to arts, I fail at cupcakes! I haven't made them yet. WILL TODAY BE THE DAY? I have one vote for cherry-almond, and to be honest, that sounds really good right now. Maybe I'll go do that. Or maybe I will draw more pictures and cycle some laundry. Folding is such a pain in the ass. WTB folding minion, will feed cupcakes, PST.

Thiyenn and a Cupcake Fight

Thiyenn is painfully shy and I'm not sure if she ever really smiles.

Ethan wanted a picture too.

Tom Galvadore actually turned out rather dapper, I think.

Cupcake Fight!

Bika vs. Jarderk, Bika wins.

Lazy summer Thursdays are good for drawing and bad for cleaning house. I'm going to go do some chores, but first, I declare every Thursday to be Cupcake Thursday, and will be making some after I get some work done. What kind should I make? Pumpkin? Vanilla? Chocolate, Red Velvet, gingerbread, cherry-almond, pineapple with coconut cream. Cream cheese frosting or chocolate buttercream. So many choices.

What's your favorite cupcake?

Mmm, cupcake

Just a wee post today, because I wanted to draw a cupcake and ended up with some extra stuff.

Astrani looks like she's getting a bit chunky.

It wouldn't surprise me.

Exhibit A.

Mmm, shadow cupcake.

I want a shirt like this.