Rule 34. On Homestuck.

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bratwursttrousers:

just filling out a small request.

yep.

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halfbakedpbj:

halfbakedpbj:

UGH fAK you darkleer, fuck your girly hair and fuck your dumb armor shit.

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borrowing my bfs tablet pen, since mines still mia. 

Might have to open commissions soon to cover a new one if I cant find it, things are like, 80 friggin dollars. D;

A really embarassing little thing I wrote to go allong with this is under the line cut. 

Please ignore my awful writing, I just wanted to get across my feelings on this pic

Pretty much I see bluebloods, like Eq and Darkleer like the muscle of the Highbloods, mainly the subjugulators. There there to take care of things that they dont want to deal with them selves, or dont feel is necessary to waste there time on. Similar to muscle in something like a mob? They may be high up in the ranks, but there only there to do things that the higher ups feel is to petty for them to do, sure they could take care if it, probably better than the muscle can, but why get your hands dirty when theres lackies to do it for you?

((UGH FUCK I GEUSS LINE BREAKS DONT WORK IN PHOTOS YET. k well. heres my shame://))

“BLUEBLOOD. come here. ” the sound of his voice makes your hair stand on end. You turn and obey the command, walking towards the seated figure. A smile finds it’s way to his lips. “GOOD. now kneel. ” you slowly get to your knees. You know what is going to happen. This isn’t the first time. Your not sure how you feel about it, but an order is an order. He grabs you by the back of the head gripping hair with his powerful hands. He lowers your face into his crotch and you glance up. The grin has not left his face, and there is a heat in his eyes. You continue the inevitable, unlacing the front of his pants and removing his member. It’s already half hard as you take it into your mouth and begin to move. His grip on your hair tightens as you start a steady rhythm, sliding up and down slowly. Your eyes wander upwards you watch as his head lolls back, eyes shut tight. You know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking about that disgusting lowblood. You’ve seen the way he acts when hes captured, the way he stares at him, and the way that he always seems to escape. It dosent make sense to you, how some one with such pure blood would go for such filth, how he could lower him self to- your thoughts are interrupted by one deep thrust into your throat as genetic material hits the back of it. You begrudgedly swallow in the absence of a pail, you wouldn’t dare spit it to the floor. Acts like that could get you culled. You try to stand up but the hand dosent leave the back of your neck. He looks over you and slowly runs his hand out of your hair. He rests his head on his hand, his gaze transfixed before snapping back to your face. “THAT IS ALL LOWBLOOD. back to your duties.”

K reblogging this for the people who wernt up at 2 am and kinkship Sagittarius/Capricorn all the way to the bank and back. Which is secretly ALL OF YOU. I KNOW YOUR SECRET.

eridong-assporna:

i drew porn again send help

2ndhandhornography:

commission work for acrylicemulator!