trilby fanart
#376
Posted 12 September 2008 - 07:44 AM
Oh, ok.
Forgive me, not long awake. And therefore slow on the uptake.
Forgive me, not long awake. And therefore slow on the uptake.
#378
Posted 14 September 2008 - 07:43 PM
I hope fanfic is OK
It was a bleak day in Australia, the news had just reported on the big Fallout 3 ban and to top it all off, Yahtzee's car had broken down. He cursed the heavens and pulled his trilby tighter onto his head, not to be blown off in the storm that raged outside. "Bollocks" the handsome young man said as he ventured out into the Outbacks. The rain beat down on his gray t-shirt, and it clung to his skin, revealing his subtle but defined physique.
"Oy, mate, need a ride?" A friendly voice came from behind, Yahtzee turned around and met the gaze of a Robert Chase, Physician. Robert winked at him and opened the passenger door on his fire truck red Volvo. "Wha brings you out at a time like this?"
"My stonking car decided to eat a bag of bricks." Yahtzee cursed and clenched at his beard. "And to top it all of, the big wigs at big government decided that while it's okay to have games where you put chainsaw's in people's eyes is okay, it's not okay to have a game where you can get addicted to drugs feel the consequences."
Chase chuckled and made a left turn. His handsome chiseled face was tickled by his silky smooth, wavey, blonde hair. "Slow down there, are everybody in the UK this bloody uptight."
"Is everybody in this backwater island satisfied with eating the same shit and begging for more?" Yahtzee could feel a few strands of facial hair tear at the seams. "All I fucking want is a game where I can lose myself in a beautiful rain of glorious senseless violence and deep artistic design blizz."
"I think I know what you mean." Chase said, and smiled mischievously at Yahtzee. Yahtzees hands relaxed and lay them palms down on the dashboard.
"What do you mean, you beautiful Australian Doctor man?" Yahtzee inquired, a pearl of sweat forming underneath his trilby.
"We should go somewhere secluded, you charismatic stallion." Chase stroked Yahtzee's thigh and then put his hand back on the stick. "I know just the place."
Yahtzee felt confused and conflicted. Who was this handsome Australian, and what was he planning? What was this fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach? Why did his manhood throb everytime he looked at the doctor's lips?
He was about to find out.
It was a bleak day in Australia, the news had just reported on the big Fallout 3 ban and to top it all off, Yahtzee's car had broken down. He cursed the heavens and pulled his trilby tighter onto his head, not to be blown off in the storm that raged outside. "Bollocks" the handsome young man said as he ventured out into the Outbacks. The rain beat down on his gray t-shirt, and it clung to his skin, revealing his subtle but defined physique.
"Oy, mate, need a ride?" A friendly voice came from behind, Yahtzee turned around and met the gaze of a Robert Chase, Physician. Robert winked at him and opened the passenger door on his fire truck red Volvo. "Wha brings you out at a time like this?"
"My stonking car decided to eat a bag of bricks." Yahtzee cursed and clenched at his beard. "And to top it all of, the big wigs at big government decided that while it's okay to have games where you put chainsaw's in people's eyes is okay, it's not okay to have a game where you can get addicted to drugs feel the consequences."
Chase chuckled and made a left turn. His handsome chiseled face was tickled by his silky smooth, wavey, blonde hair. "Slow down there, are everybody in the UK this bloody uptight."
"Is everybody in this backwater island satisfied with eating the same shit and begging for more?" Yahtzee could feel a few strands of facial hair tear at the seams. "All I fucking want is a game where I can lose myself in a beautiful rain of glorious senseless violence and deep artistic design blizz."
"I think I know what you mean." Chase said, and smiled mischievously at Yahtzee. Yahtzees hands relaxed and lay them palms down on the dashboard.
"What do you mean, you beautiful Australian Doctor man?" Yahtzee inquired, a pearl of sweat forming underneath his trilby.
"We should go somewhere secluded, you charismatic stallion." Chase stroked Yahtzee's thigh and then put his hand back on the stick. "I know just the place."
Yahtzee felt confused and conflicted. Who was this handsome Australian, and what was he planning? What was this fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach? Why did his manhood throb everytime he looked at the doctor's lips?
He was about to find out.
#379
Posted 14 September 2008 - 07:46 PM
You know, I never really liked Chase, but I still see that as a travesty against the character.
#383
Posted 14 September 2008 - 08:13 PM
iwould like a story about someone who would take yahtzees flesh, who would consume yahtzees flesh, and then metamorphose into yahtzeee.
and then wear his soiled panties.
and then wear his soiled panties.
This post has been edited by HldmeThrllmeChrs&Trlby: 14 September 2008 - 08:40 PM
i really dont ok?