A Minute Age My Last Post Said That I Am Tired. And I Am! But I Can Still Celebrate And Piece Together

A minute age my last post said that I am tired. And I am! But I can still celebrate and piece together this post. I hope.

50 Followers!! <3<3<3 To celebrate this I’m doing a little giveaway :D

Like or reblog to get an entry. You have to be a follower (but new ones count as well), as this is for the ones who put up with me <3

I will randomly choose 3 winners at next Monday. The first one can chose whatever they want. A more tidy picture like the top ones, a tidied up sketch like the light blue dress on the left, or a rougher sketch like the six designs on the right. The second one can chose from the two remaining options and the third one gets the last option :D I can either design something new or draw an existing design :)

the weirdest thing about 2016 is that there’s a chance we could actually have our first female president…and i’m praying to god that we elect an old white dude instead

A short video of some Guild Wars 2 miniatures for a recent commission. Order includes 5 legendaries: Eternity, Sunrise, Bolt, Frostfang, and the Moot, and 3 mordrem weapons. Had a lot of fun testing out transparent resin this time around :)

Final photos of the tiny sylvari it goes with tomorrow, hopefully.

Some Republicans dislike Trump and Cruz as much as everybody else does

This seems really, really non-sequitur, but my friend here has an amazing story going on right now. This is the most recent installment, in which he is being inhabited by an evil necromancer’s spirit, who is forcing him to kill people and build the necromancer a new body on threat of killing him or driving him mad. It’s really compelling. Go follow @atlasoak!

The Mark of Sa’am, Crafting the Vessel:

You’re doing well Mister Oak, I’d say about halfway through this procedure. So tell me how does it feel? To be hands deep in this man’s blood, in his body, what about all those other bodies around you, well not quite bodies yet, not till we are done with them. How do you feel?

It had almost been seven hours since I last heard his voice, I had forgotten he was still with me, how annoying and terrifying his voice was each time it spoke inside of my mind. I was lost at the point where I wasn’t aware of my own actions, I know what I was doing, I knew how I was doing, I was just not realizing what I was doing, not till this exact moment when he spoke.

As he had spoken the shaking in my hand had begun again and I had to step back from what I was doing. I had removed that poor man’s left hand, right above the wrist, and I was in the process of attaching another hand to his tourniquet-ed stump. Sa’am was right, I had been busy for the past two weeks, likely the reason I had been doing my typical routine. I wanted him out of my mind, even if I had to endure this.

With his guidance I had collected three other people besides the first man, two men, and one woman. I found the woman begging for change in the slums of the Reach, Sa’am said she reeked of power but never realized it due to her poor upbringing. One of the men was an older man that was studying in his log cabin just outside of Hoelbrak, seems he had taken to living his life as hermit as he perfected his research into the cycle of the dragons, seems he’ll never get to finish that research. Lastly the man was a pit fighter for some group of Ogres much past Ebonhawke. How I found them and how I got them here is a story for another time. 

The table with the first man was centered in the middle of the room, numerous pipes and hoses were connected into various sections of his body to keep him alive. One particular hose was full of red liquid that was being pumped into his heart, it was the blood from each of the other three people I had taken. I was using that same machinery to keep them alive throughout my surgeries so that I would pump their blood into this young man’s body, To increase their raw power Sa’am had spoken of. What was I suppose to do with them once I was done with this man, kill and dispose of them somewhere? Right now each of them were still alive despite missing a limb or a few organs, I could let them go and not have to sacrifice them. 

Mister Oak, please stop wallowing in your self pity and continue with my vessel, you only have a few minutes of blood flow left before you’ll need to go out and find another hand. Attach it now.

I snap back into reality as I hear his voice once more and swallow hard and clench my fingers around that scalpel to steady my hands and curb the shaking. I quickly wipe the blade off on the black apron that I am wearing, it’s already covered in hours of fresh and dried blood, including some pieces of skin. Around my mouth is a white cloth in case I vomit or if the smell gets too overwhelming that I cannot work. I am wearing a pair of spectacles that allow me to see inside of the man’s body that I can ensure I am connecting the right tissues and muscles to each other.

The area is heavily lit and with each step I can feel my feet stick to the floor, I dare not look down to the floor because I know what it is. I forgot to clench a vessel shut on my first hour and ended up pumping half a liter of the man’s blood onto the floor before I found it to clamp it shut. It was dry now, but the floor remained sticky, and I could almost taste the iron in the air.

I lower my hands onto the table once more as I focus in on the piece of tissue that I was working with before. I had never done this type of procedure before, and all the books that I read had not prepared me for cutting into someone’s flesh, removing limbs and organs and stitching them onto another body. Having to clamp down on each blood vessel on his stump and on this new hand, stitch them together and release the clamps and ensure the blood flow isn’t interrupted before I move onto the next blood vein, and the next piece of tissue. I lose myself in my work once more as I simply shut my mind down to shield myself from what I was doing.

My mind snaps back into reality and I return to myself once I was done with his hand. I step back as I view what I had done, and what I had left to do. 

Fuse all their blood together and pump it into Body A -Check

Remove the fingers from Body C, and attach it onto left hand of Body A -Check

Remove the foot and half the calf of Body B and attach it to Body A -Check

Remove the hand of Body D, and attach it to Body A -Check

Take the lungs of Body C and put them into Body A -Not Done

Put liver of Body D into Body A -Check

Remove genitals of Body B and attach onto Body A -Not Done

I sigh heavily as I step further enough back till my back hit the wall and I leaned against it and clenched every muscle in my body till I could feel the hate of what I was doing leave me, or at least for the moment. I was almost done with this part, I had already been at it half a day with hardly any breaks from Sa’am, and I feared I had another four hours before I completed everything that I needed too.

“Sa’am, when I am done all of these surgeries, what else? I assume we’ll need to let the vessel heal for a few weeks before you can take it, right?”

That is right Mister Oak, if I take it in this state, I’ll be weak, and you could easily strike me down if you wanted. You wouldn’t do that would you, Oak, after everything we’ve been through? I feel as if I can almost call you my brother.

My teeth grit at that moment and I can feel the blood in my body begin to rush once more as my muscles tense.

“Don’t you ever call me that, or say I am doing this for you. I am doing this to get out of my head, so fuck you if you think we’ll ever be friends. Once you are out of there, you can forget me, if I ever see you around, I’ll undo everything I’ve did and destroy you.”

You are funny when you are sleep deprived Mister Oak, adorable, foolish, but adorable. I like how you think you are match against me. That’s like comparing a rock to a dragon. What are you going to do, hit me with yourself? Ouch a rock, oh the gods, I am in so much pain.

“A few more weeks and I am done, right? That’s all I want to hear.” Gods you don’t give up, yes three weeks at the max and I can take this form. You don’t need to do anything else. I can already feel the raw power coursing through this vessel you have crafted, it is powerful, and almost worthy of my original body. Especially with the cock of that pit fighter, gods it is huge, imagine all the woman I am going to force to suck it. And I’ll be thinking of you each time some innocent cunt goes down on me because I have her family in the other room ready to die at my command. Gods if only I had a cock right now, I’d be so hard.

“You disgust me, Sa’am. Fuck off, and let me work, I plan to sleep for days when this is done.”

I push myself off that wall as I hold my breath and force the thoughts of Renee to surface as I focus on her. The shaking of my hands stop, my breaths feel controlled, and I feel I can focus on what is needed for the time being.

I am going to fuck Renee in the ass when I am in that vessel.

Gods damn it, I shout inside of my head.

Please just stop, I am doing this, am I not?