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Martin Klamski- I have got a problem. by Flameshadow117
Martin Klamski- I have got a problem.
As usual, I have fallen in love with another Brad Dourif character..... the problem is, this one is... um.... a pedophile. Like, it's really sad because he hates himself and wishes he was normal, and wishes he liked women, and wants to be punished for his bad thoughts. Like, you will never feel as bad for a pedophile as you will for Martin in the movie Istanbul. 

Normally, I'd have some sense and be totally squicked out. But it's Dourif. So instead I'm like, "WHAT IF... I WAXED EVERYTHING AND WORE LOLITA DRESSES??? MAYBE HE COULD GET TURNED ON THEN???? AND THEN WE COULD HAVE SOME HURT/COMFORT FLUFF!! <3 AND ALSO I'D KEEP HIM AWAY FROM KIDS."

Disclaimer: I AM NOT ENDORSING PEDOPHILIA. But it is kind of sad if it's not something you can't help feeling, and you try really hard to never act on it. But acting on it is really... not good, man. That shit can screw kids up. 



.......also, is it obvious that I'm smacking him with newspaper like a naughty dog, and not, like, smashing his face with a cinder block? :XD:
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A Death & Cremation Fluff Fic Starring a Gender-Bent Jarod

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“Why are you hanging around me?” Stanley huffed, exasperated and a touch annoyed.

“Because I like you.”

“What?” he stepped back, genuinely confused, “What are you playing at?”

I had come to work at Stanley's Crematorium because my mother insisted I get an after school job. I stopped in the cremation place mostly because I love the macabre and thought I could see some dead bodies, but I stayed because of Stan. I'm not going to lie and say I'm all that pretty, but a curvy 18 year old goth girl tends to draw a lot of stares, positive, or negative. So when I walked in and Stan didn't even look up from his crossword puzzle, I knew there was something I liked about him. It became clear in the few days since I'd convinced him to give me a job that he had no patience for bullshit. He saw the world for the awful place it was, and made no pretense of being polite to the denizens of that world.

He was cold, and snide, and authoritative, and never treated anyone differently because of how they looked. He made me feel safe.

That's why when I got cornered by and roughed up by David Valentine, who thought I somehow knew why his psycho-girlfriend Lindsey was missing, the first place I ran was Stanley's. As the night drew later, the fluttering of my heart as I clung to his side like a lost puppy revealed that “safe” wasn't the only way he made me feel.

“I'm not playing at anything. I really like you. That's why I came here tonight. It's why I wanted this job in the first place.”

“You… you must be mistaken.” he cringed, “Women don't…. well, look at me. I'm not exactly prom date material.” he scoffed sarcastically.

He referenced his scab-spotted face, and age which was more then double my own. His personality and career choice probably also figured into why he could't grasp the idea that I could be serious about liking him. I imagine young girls weren't lining up outside the crematorium to come on to him. Even ones who sharpie their fingernails black. How long had it been since he'd been with a woman, I wondered? A shudder of lust came over me as I imagined how desperate he would be, how eager--

“I… guess it might seem odd, but, look, I just sort of have a different kind of taste in men. And I really, really like you.”

Honestly, I did find him absolutely beautiful. I could list off his flaws, but they were inconsequential. His strengths, on the other hand, drove me wild. His eyes were a pale blue, full of intelligence, well paired with his typically sarcastic smile. The features of his face were sharp and handsome, despite being blemished somewhat by eczema lesions. It just added character to his image.

What I liked most about him wasn't his looks, anyway. He carried a deep sadness around with him, all the time, which he disguised as anger or cynical indifference. I had this problem with picking bristly lovers like that. I always want to pet the belly of the porcupine. So far this had really only gotten me in trouble for kissing David's girlfriend Lindsey, whom I mistook for a tormented closet case trapped behind her callous “popular girl” mask. Turned out she was just playing me so her friends could laugh at the “lesbian.” Stan, though, seemed genuine in his pain. I craved that sad, sensitive part underneath his sharp exterior. If I could draw it out, and soothe the festering wounds he held there, then he would be mine.

“Is there anything you'd like to do to me?” I asked candidly, when he remained in disbelieving silence. “You could do… anything you wanted to me, right now.” I attempted my best confident seductress face, though it was belied by my uncontrolled blushing and lip-biting.

“I don't want to do anything to you!” he cried, throwing his hands in the air in a gesture of frustration. The rejection cut me, but I didn't fully expect him to give in right away. He would still be reeling over the suddenness of my flirtation. I've only known him for a few days.

“Then… would you let me do what I want to you?” I tried again.

He looked up, swallowing hard, studying my intentions with narrowed eyes. “What would you want to do, exactly?”

“Well...” I began, reaching out. He flinched and pulled back a little, like a dog whose old master beat him, but let my fingertips find their mark, “First, I'd want to tuck this hair behind your ear. Just so, like that.” I smiled at the soft texture of his graying hair as it moved through my fingers, the rubbery feel of his ear as I slipped his hair behind it. “Then, if you'd let me, I'd move in close, so our bodies were touching...” I took a step forward, until the cotton of my black t-shirt pressed against the tweed of his jacket. “Oh,” I gasped, “I guess, there goes my arm...” I commented retroactively on how naturally my hand had slipped behind the small of his back. “Then I'd just… take you in.” I narrated, reveling in the closeness of our bodies, the smell of his cologne with a hint of formaldehyde and fire.

My conquest stared back at me, frozen, like stray dog-- still uncertain if I meant to feed him a scrap, or kick him. My heart swelled for this wonderful, sad, broken man. I leaned in, pressing my face into his neck. Awkwardly, half breathlessly, I continued to narrate. “Then… I'd start...” my lips lightly parted against the smooth skin below his ear, tenderly tracing the path of his jaw, feeling the texture change from soft, to rough and stubbly, to dry and crusted scabbing. I paused here. “I'd want you to know… that these don't bother me.” I said softly, pressing a kiss to each disfiguring scar. His muscles tensed at this. These must have been a source of insecurity his whole life. In fact, considering how attractive he was otherwise, these blemishes might be the sole reason he'd doubt that a girl could want him. I made it to his lips, and parted mine against them.

The kiss began lightly, two lips barely brushing each other, exploring tentatively. He was still that scared, beaten stray, unwilling to believe a stranger capable of kindness, yet desperate for the touch he had been denied so long. His mouth began to press more confidently into mine, our eager lips finding each other, parting, and coming together again, as if we each expected the other to pull away and end it, but neither wanting to stop. This was so much better than kissing Lindsey. I hope that bitch is dead.

Finally, his half-open mouth hovered before mine, but seemed to wait for some confirmation, some further explanation. I swallowed. “And then… I don't really have a plan, after I get to that point. I was hoping you might have some suggestions.”

He smiled wryly, with a spark in his eyes I hadn't seen before. “Alright. That sounds alright. I think I'll let you do that to me. Go ahead, if you want.” My cheeks turned a hot red at his joke, and I had to hide my face against his shoulder, laughing. Then, grinning, brought my lips back up to his neck to re-trace the path of kisses.
Things I Would Like to Do to You
I seriously want to kind of apologize for needlessly gender bending Jarod. This scene could have happened if he were a dude, but, well, I'm a hetero girl, and I wanted to cuddle Stan, so I made Jarod a hetero bisexexual girl who cuddles Stan. >__>

If you want some good, really mature Death and Cremation slash, this author on AO3 is fantastic
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Jazzy Scientist Lineart by Flameshadow117
Jazzy Scientist Lineart
I think I like the lineart better than the actual finished thing TT_TT
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For Chid0- Electric touch by Flameshadow117
For Chid0- Electric touch
chid0 was so ridiculously nice to give me a subscription, so I drew her characters!!

Honestly, I really just needed an excuse to do it because I love them so much!!! :D :D The longing, the suppressed feelings, the creepy old scientist and his beautiful creation. Ahhh how could I not be shipping them? ^_^ They are the creepiest relationship in her whole story, so, of course I ship it :giggle:

J + Eric 
girl with insulator by chid0away by chid0

Notes on the art: If you noticed my sudden improvement on anatomy, it's because I didn't trust my current level of skill and just traced the poses. But it's not cheating, because I posed for and took the pictures myself! Literally both Eric and Jess are traced from cell phone selfies that I overlayed and modified :XD: The lengths I will go to avoid learning to actually draw :P

And here are just the lines, because I somehow think it looked better before I colored it
Jazzy Scientist Lineart by Flameshadow117

Anyway, I hope I got everything more or less right! I dunno if she can actually just casually play with lightning like that, but I thought it looked cool :XD:
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He was still holding me when the early morning light filtered in through the curtains of his bedroom. His slow, even breathing kept  time against my neck, measuring the passing night and the time we still had. His body was warm against my back.

I had stayed over his house. I had never shared a bed before. The feeling was peaceful, safe. I sighed in content. The birds, twittering cheerfully outside in the growing sunlight, seemed to agree. Apart from them, the world was silent, still asleep.

His arm draped over me. Half awake, his hand idly made circles across my thumb. The simple affection of this touch sent goosebumps up my arm, though I was melting with warmth. He stopped circling, and curled his fingers around just the very side of my hand. They held there, gentle yet firm, as if he didn’t want to let me go. As if he wanted to hold onto me, all of me, yet this small piece would have to do. Just this small token of affection, the tiniest visible evidence of the massive iceberg that lay hidden beneath the ocean’s surface.

I knew we both wanted the same thing; that this never had to end. That I could lay here, safe and loved in his arms until the morning’s pale light turned to harsh golden afternoon. That I could love him back then, and fear neither discovery nor rejection. That we could just be two people who didn’t need fear the light of day. That this could be real.

But we were helpless against the incessant ticking of the clock, heartlessly marking the seconds. When the sun broke over the red sky, I would have to leave for school, pretending I had been sleeping over a friend’s house, and he would have to become the smug teacher, unfeeling and uncaring about my existence.  

In the bright light of the afternoon, the sharp edges of the world replaced the soft pillowed fantasy of us together. In the light, it became clear that nothing about us was real, or peaceful, or everlasting.
Just Before Daybreak- snuggly angsty drabble
WHAT AM I DOING RIGHT NOW???

...this is *not* the second chapter of my schoolgirl smut story. This is like, an interlude that I just spontaneously wrote down instead of WORKING. I AM AT WORK. I AM THE WORST EVER.

BTW, anyone good at making titles for things? When you upload stuff on AO3 you can make multiple works part of a "series," so what would this series be called? Something about school, or... being inappropriate... or... idk. I can't think of anything pretty. Something to do with age difference?
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I've used the Underage warning on my two stories I've posted on AO3. I wanted to be careful, since both characters could be interpreted as "underage", even though they're both physically mature.

....I worry that I've been misleading pedophiles. :blush:

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T-Nightingale Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2015
Thanx for watch!
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You're welcome! Actually, you just liked a video I tumblr'd, and then I saw you had a DA and I got so excited! :XD: I feel like tumblr is this wild open ocean, and deviantART is a calm sandy haven for artists :P
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T-Nightingale Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2015
Haha! Yes!
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Thanx for :watch:!
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Black-pearl23 Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Heello ;) thanks for watch, I'm so gonna watch you back :hug:
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MandyMullins2 Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2015
Thanks for the watch! :D
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chid0 Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2015  Hobbyist
hey, so I tried:
18X-2987 by chid0
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Flameshadow117 Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
OMG... OMG OMG....
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VioletteTheViolent Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
You draw so incredibly fast, why? O.O
Or do you just do upload-sprees? XD 
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