#New Bodies

[siremasterlawrence]

New Bodies Part 1 & 2

So my career is kicking up in to the air as my voice leaves a echo reaching in to a the sky and soon enough I lay down on my bed I close my eyes.My body transfers in to spirit from flying in to the sky I float off in to the midst of a new universe somewhere in space I begin to think.

I wish that I could be able to possess others powers to serve only me and when I need a new body. It is pretty crazy suddenly my body swirls in to the air sending my flying in to the body of another who falls like a tone of bricks I find myself waking up.

Groggy I woke up from a state for the first time in my life I am drunk wiping my eyes and I barely am able to sit up fleeing all the things spiraling out of control and I knew I have a new way of life and being since he is a ass.

The next thing I know I am on my feet once more moving forward to the bathroom I close the door slamming it hard in a gruff soon stumbling to the sink my hands manger to reach it and I hold on tight the voice is weird.

My eyes roll up staring in my eyes it took for a while for me to see it but I freak one finally able to gain control I notice something off it is the body of Scott Eastwood I am fully in possession. Speaking of it I find him very conflicting for a number of reason because of his assholic father.

Number two he is an exact copy of him with that some arrogant, hard core, not so hot or attractive face many seem to like he is quite a catch though because speaking of that word nepotism like great white shark his father appears.

“Hey dad…what’s going on? I am fucked in haha.” I manage to say half wanting to barf.

“You’re drunk as per usual.” He states to me with a smile.

“I guess…hahaha” I reply avoiding his gaze the best I can.

“Fuck!” Clint says angrily smashing the Newspaper.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Fucking pansies.” He yells.

“Calm down dad!” I write.

“Fuck off” he says closing the door.

“I need to get out of here.” I tell myself.

“My dad” I call to him.

“Don’t be a liberal “ he yells

“Sure thing…fuckwad” immature I know but I hate him.

“Taking control of his body now”

“He can be drunk to new day”

“Yes! Perfect “

Driving off to the house he calls home I park his car swiftly walking in to the front door I enter the house racing up the stairs I undo my my jacket throwing on to the bed stand in front of the mirror I set up my cellphone on a tripod.

Creating a new instagram account I set up my cell on a tripod press record moving back I wink at the camera doing a sexy dance, blow a seductive kiss while I shake my body and slowly remove my clothes one piece at a time.

I feel new body up touching my pecs I hit it hard then start to squeeze them tightly in a seductive motion I turn around showing my ass. I shake it hard smacking it slipping my underwear down l lick my finger make a hot sound as I touch my ass.

Flipping the switch off inhaling my scent as my nose digs in to his skin I watch all of my control over him, deep down I can sense he is being turns him on he can’t help it he is wanting to hump something and I give him what he wants.

“Oh God! I am so fucking hot! Hawt damn you will provide get ways for my voice so yeah.”

“Look at this face, body and my ass.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Sent…mwahahaha “

“Time to get ready for my party “

“We will blow shit up”

“Everyone drink everything “

“All the booze are free”

“Let’s party “

“Who wants to dance ?”

“I am hard “

“So horny “

“Ffffuuucccckkkk”

“FUCK”

“Their eyes are on me”

“This white ass can look so stupid”

“I am going to fuck someone “

“Smash him”

It is two months later when I am literally in a city in Mexico on vacation that my time has come to an end with Scott.

He is boring me that night I had one more romp in the hay exploring his body then fell a sleep in his sweat.

I woke up in the embrace of the sun to way too many text in the morning form his far too infernal father Clint.

Picking up my cellphone I throw to the wall ignoring it I get up sliding off of the bed on to my feet.

A full length mirror lays on the wall before me as I press a tiny button on his neck the skin becomes loose.

It begins deflate his husk to floor like an air balloon running out of air I step out of it in disgust.

I had to make hash racing to the bathroom a shows awaits me clothes ready on the bed as I dry and exist the room.

Funny enough Justin Baldonis hot Italian ass

pumps into me staring at his phone I take my chances

He is distracted so I place the device on his neck press if he fades in to his own mind and deflated away.

This perfect I drag his ass in to a bathroom in the hallway slipping him on to my skin he forms over me.

My height rises to tend fold to new levels I can look way over me and everything and everyone seems so small.

My body goes from a bit toned exploding in to a massive wad of toned muscles and new strangling never before.

I smirk with a bright white smile showcase his teeth I do a sexy dance stepping on to the elevator.

Winking at woman passing by the door shut as it drops to the first floor I move on with my life and head to the airport.

Once one the plain I can sense Scott is back to normal form coming to with a migraine and angry father on the line.

“Wow! Poor Scott! He just noticed the tattoo”

“Asswipe! He wants to be angry and ring my neck.”

“He is turned on”

“Oooh! So is Justin”

“Dam! Why so horny?”

“God! I am hard”

“So…oooohhh”

“I guess I am going the mile high club”

“With my new body?l

“That counts right ?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Excuse me!”

“Get out the way “

“OH BABY!”

“Mmmmmmm”

The end

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

so you said that the SK boys bodies were upgraded. What stuff can they do?

eeeee i get to talk about their new bods :3 They've had these new bodies for roughly 8-10 years, and got them once they were able to afford the upgrades.

~The boys are much more waterproof thanks to tighter plates and silicone. They could walk in the rain just fine but still choose to carry an umbrella. They can be submerged in water for moments at a time before water does start to seep through.

~They can emote! Their eyes are like LED screens that can blink. Their brows can change positions to depict emotion, and their mouths can move thanks to the type of mechanisms in their face plates. They smile, both open and closed. They can also open, but that's a secret only targets know. They are also able to cry, but it's oil tears. The oil sits in a chamber in their heads and keeps the inner-mechanisms from wearing down.

~They also have increased strength with their new bodies. They can lift a car off the ground if they needed to. As well as easily move supplies and corpses around.

~They can regulate their body temperature for short periods of time. If someone is cold, they can heat up their bodies to warm them up, but only for a short bit so their batteries don't overheat.

~Speaking of the weather, they have systems that enable human-like reactions to weather changes to make them seem...well, more human. In colder weather, their systems will make them shiver and sneeze. When they speak, puffs of air will be seen if it's cold enough. In hotter weather, they don't sweat but will know to wear less layers or risk overheating. Cooling systems will make them condensate (Sun personally hates this feature).

~They also have updated sensors added to their bodies that allow them to feel more things physically, including being ticklish or feeling pain. It's a feature they can turn on and off at will. Moon usually keeps his off, while Sun keeps his on when engaging with the kids.

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[catmask]

with that said there are characters that a fat maybe not canonically but they are spiritually. to me. they may not be drawn that way but i know whats true. ive seen it like a sort of prophet

[cornflakesdoesart]

Little zine I drew this past sunday at the Budapest comic festival at a "workshop" , theme was spring!

[intersectionalpraxis]

This is something the IOF has routinely done, and I don't understand how a vast majority of people aren't still utterly horrified by the depravity of these genocidal monsters.

I don't know the name of this person who was killed, and it's just absolutely heartbreaking. Seeing this should disturb you, but months and months have passed and this violence continues. It's despicable.

[closetofcuriosities]

Videodrome - 1983 - Dir. David Cronenberg

First it controlled her mind, then it destroyed her body... LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH!

[ladylightning]

very special to me that every critic has panned lisa frankenstein while every bitch on tumblr is like "this movie was made specifically for ME"

[wasyago]

a random cleo in armor

[yourangle-yuordevil]

First time they make an effort (because going to the bathhouses Barbie style™ would have raised more questions than necessary...)

[caemidraws]

Oath/breaking

[siremasterlawrence]

New Bodies Part 7 - 8

“My God!

That was a romp I literally took a leap from one skin in to another with less than minimal effort he knew exactly all of my process.

“Hey babe! Glad you are up “

“Teddy Sears?”

“How did you get in your my body?”

“I assumed control”

“It’s a outer body experience “

“I love it “

“It’s mind blowing “

“Is it really?”

“Like mind blowing sex”

“Is this Grey’s Anatomy?”

“Hilarious “

“You are cute “

“You are towering over me”

“I am Dustin”

“Dustin?”

“Oh right! This is my body now”

“I can call you by”

“No! “

“I am Dustin Mulligan”

“So Hot!”

“Fuck!”

“I love to see possession”

“Be careful”

“For what?”

“What you wish for “

“You can’t possess me”

“Those eyes…fuck”

“Pucker up “

“I have all his memories now”

“Where is the power bottom”

“Anybody will do?”

“Mmmmm”

“Oh fuck!”

“Damn! Teddy”

“Calm your ass”

“Let me feel it”

“Experience it “

“Uhuhuhooohooooaaaaaaahh”

“OH MY GOD”

“My love”

“Sorry Teddy”

“I guess well”

“Live vicariously through me”

“Let go”

“Give me it all”

“Cruise control “

“My mind”

“My body “

“My power “

“My rules”

“My choices “

“My wants “

“I want to see this body “

“Nakedness”

“Wondrous”

“Sorry pal”

“Fucked up”

“I know “

“I am keeping”

“Everything”

“Is all mine”

“Toby, Do you trust me?”

“Mmmmppppffff”

“STOP STRUGGLING “

“Fuck you!”

“Uuuuggghhhh”

“Foolish “

“Why did you hit me?”

“Shut you up !”

“You have no choice “

“I am your Master now”

“You can’t deny it”

“Deep down you know”

“You are right “

“Of course “

“Always “

“I am your owner”

“So do not disobey”

“I can’t fight it”

“Why would you ?”

“Idiotic idea”

“No more thinking it “

“The blood flows down”

“Far off from your brain”

“Asshole”

“Oh God!”

“My cock”

“Let me go “

“Release me”

“Why should I?”

“Oh My God! So good”

“Relinquish me”

“Hell no!”

“Take my body then”

“Just do it “

“I am your man”

“Obey me”

“One kiss”

“Is all it takes “

“Do it “

“When I am ready “

“Damn you “

“You want this “

“You can see it…so I can do it”

“No! I can’t “

“Uh huh!”

“Bite me”

“Hot babe!”

“Oh! I will “

“Get off me”

“You crave me”

“Admit it”

“You are denying it”

“Oooowwww”

“You want me to hit you again?”

“No”

“Get with the program “

“FFFUUUCCCKKK”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Intoxicating “

“Thought so…sleep… I will be taking this for a multiple month long joy ride.”

The end

[navajogurl]

A little tease👅 new piercings do you like them☺️

[parisoonic]

im skipping halloween and mentally going straight to winter

[intersectionalpraxis]

"And you took him down? Excellent." Then they proceed to laugh.

A defenseless deaf elderly man...

This is beyond horrific. The IOF is filled with depraved sadists and war criminals.

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"