Y-EM-C-A : Chapter 22 : All Kinds of WoundsY-EM-C-AY-EM-C-A : Chapter 22 : All Kinds of Wounds by *Blue-Charlie-Kun
All Kinds of Wounds
Satoru panted furiously, lying on his side while Ayame and his brother worked together to get almost a full roll of bandage around his entire chest which was lined with wounds, let alone his back. The remains of his wings had to be removed, which meant the Vampire had been forced to endure the plying of the shattered bones without aesthetic for a good hour or so. Ayame had been sat at his side for the most part, her wrist to his lips, his fangs taking the blood from her enough to replace that he had lost and was losing to keep him alive, and not to harm her either.
“Try and breathe slow
Y-EM-C-A : Chapter 20 : Full MoonY-EM-C-AY-EM-C-A : Chapter 20 : Full Moon by *Blue-Charlie-Kun
Chiru smiled down into her arms at Yuudai, the little boy tugging ever so gently on her long white hair. His amber eyes stared up at her fondly, a clear recognition of who she was, and how she had protected him from the man he did not know as his father.
"You're such a good little boy Yuudai." Chiru told him gently, a smile quickly appearing on his little pink-flushed face, a squeal accompanying that.
"He knows just what you did for him, I know he does…and I can't thank you enough." Kumiru commented, her light blue eyes glowing with relish, shining slightly from being rather welled up.
"I should b
Y-EM-C-A : Chapter 19 : The Invisible WoundsY-EM-C-AY-EM-C-A : Chapter 19 : The Invisible Wounds by *Blue-Charlie-Kun
The Invisible Wounds
Soon their second night after returning home set in; Satoshi had taken his spot on one of the sofas in the sitting room while Kumiru and Yuudai had taken Satoru's bed, somewhere comfy for the mother a baby to stay and keep warm.
Haru had been allowed to take Chiru's bed while she was staying in Yuriko's, Yuriko staying by her side at all times of course, Emiko having turned in also after the eventful day of Chiru's awakening and care.
Ayame zipped up her purple sweatshirt, she felt nothing like sleeping, this was partly due to relief and excitement to see her friend finally awake, however
Y-EM-C-A : Chapter 18 : Battered DreamsY-EM-C-AY-EM-C-A : Chapter 18 : Battered Dreams by *Blue-Charlie-Kun
Ayame held onto her bruised arm, thankful that unlike Haru, she had not ended up with scratches and cuts from being thrashed against that painful rock face. Emiko sat with Haru, patching up his cuts as best she could from tearing bits off his shirt, the boy's skin exposed to his embarrassment, but that was the least of their worries.
Ayame, Emiko, Haru, Kumiru and Satoshi had taken cover in one of the larger caves in the area of rock forest close to Satoshi's home after searching the woods for their lost companions; they didn't dare return to the house yet knowing that both Yuriko and Chiru wer
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I LUV EM'.
They are sexy, and they are my bitches, nuff' said.
LOL...I love you two. I couldn't ask for better friends, cause' there's none better than you.
NONE I TELL YOU.
Don't you ever, ever forget that I love you.
Cause' that'd hurt that big old heart of mine.
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. Do you do requests?
. Do you do commissions?
Watch my journals for slots, prices will depend what you would like to comission.
. What program do you use?
Easy Paint Tool SAI and Photoshop CS6 Extended.
. Do you use a pen-tablet?
Yup, I draw with my tablet, use my mouse to go over the sketch in line art, then colour with my tablet again.
. If your a lesbian, why do you like Yaoi?
Why do I like Yaoi? Because it's adorable! Nah, I love all kinds of couples, Gay or straight, my sexuality shouldn't affect this.
. Can I draw your Ocs?
If you want to do fanart of them, for one thing, I'm touched, but please always ask me first, don't just go and draw them.
. Your character looks like ____!
Please don't compare my characters to other exsisting/anime/etc characters, it's pretty hurtful if I'm honest; due to the fact that they're all original and pretty thoroughly thought through. You can't copyright a hair colour, friends.