Running with Scissors

XAN’S YAOI TUMBLR! :D

So, in order to spare my non-yaoiist watchers from the horrors of my m/m work, I’ve started posting all my guy-on-guy works over here at Panda After Dark. From now on, that’s where all my original yaoi will be. WARNING: practically riddled with “gay” art and writing, a good amount of which is graphic and Not Safe For Work. If you’re not into that, stay over here. You’ll be safer.

Along with my random kissing/hugging/molesting/etc. artwork and my porn fics, you’ll also find a cute ‘About’, and a page of mini character profiles (with pictures!) linked on the sidebar. Very useful if you have no idea who I’m always drawing and why they’re always making out. xD

So if you like my guy/guy stuff, or just want to know about those particular kids, head over there and have a peek. It’s a fun place, and I’ve spent all week making it pretty. :3 <3

So Here I Am

Dumping things into the queue of a secondary blog. Debating whether I should just put up the stuff I like the most, all of it, or just all the stuff I won’t put up here anymore. Then I decide I don’t care. xD; Since it’ll largely be for me and all three of the people who look at my junk. :B So, all of my yaoi/shounen-ai stuff is goin’ over there. And I’ll dump all the stuff I like from that particular category in there as well. xD

I’m obsessed with categorizing things. Everything in that queue has like fifty tags. x’D

Also decided I won’t reblog myself to get attention—though I’m tempted ;3;—since, well…the point of putting that stuff over there is so it won’t be here. xD

Basically this’ll be my rant/reblogging/regular art space and that’ll be my personal yaoi writing and art dump-space. I’ll probably link to it like once, in case anyone over here will miss that stuff. But again, the point of it being over there…xD

ToRn (An Original Smutfic by Countess-D)

countess-d:

Aggravated, the restless man frowned , averting his eyes to look outside the bathroom door as another drop of sweat trailed down his face.

Beyond this open door, his apartment was a sober mixture of shadows. It had still been daylight when he arrived, intent on taking a shower, changing clothes, maybe reviewing some paperwork, then leaving for his scheduled appointment.

But now the room outside the bathroom was shrouded by a darkness so absolute, only the persistent cry of a ringing phone disturbed it.

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And you may too! :3 Check it out, CD wrote a neat little smutfic about her dreadfully srs and horribly Catholic Italian businessman having some private…conflict…with himself, concerning a certain attractive Russian magician. Thing is, Credo isn’t gay.

…Yet. >3

It’s a good read, both pervy and insightful, and includes some neat scenery pictures. (I’ve never thought of doing that myself in a fic…) owo I recommend it! And if you like it, let her know~