#breed sad poems

[rafedaddy01]

Baby Mama

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Holy shit. That’s all that’s on Rafes mind as you stare at him with those eyes and your lips move with the question he never thought he’d hear. He liked the idea, he’s pissed at himself for not thinking of it, it’s perfect.

“Don’t worry Rafey, your wife will never know. We’ll just tell her we did it at the doctors, like she wanted” you convince him with your sweet words and hands that can’t get enough of Rafes body. This was your plan all along. From the moment you saw the ad for a surrogate. You’ve been eyeing rafe for a while now. He’s rich, good looking, and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Who cares if he has a wife, that could easily be solved, and this was the answer to all your prayers.

You’re on all fours as Rafes hips move back and forth, eliciting all sorts of sounds from you. Your eyes roll back as he grunts with the force of his thrust, giving you everything he can. “Fuck. You dirty little slut, wanting me to cum inside you so you can give me a baby. Bad girl” he smacks your ass hard as you jolt forward from the pain but your mouth gives you away as you moan. “M’sorry daddy, just wanted to feel your cock inside me” he grunts from your foul words and continues his monstrous torture on your pussy.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you and then you’re gonna be all mine. Mine to use whenever I want, mine to kiss whenever I want, and mine to fuck whenever I want” his hips speed up if it’s even humanly possible, your nails digging into the mattress and your sure their tearing it to shreds, but you don’t care. It feels too good, you don’t want it to ever stop and the idea of being his makes your insides tingle.

It’s too bad rafe doesn’t know your on birth control, after all it was your plan all along. No way you’d actually want to get fat and bloated just to give him and his snotty wife a baby. This was simply for your own pleasure. And you got what you wanted as rafe groaned behind you, his hips slowing as you felt your pussy fill with his white substance and your legs shook with the force of your own orgasm. He pulled your head back by your hair, turning your face towards his and kissing your lips hard. “I really hope it didn’t work so we get to do that again”

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[seductive-suffering]

Don’t.

Don’t give me that lustful stare, that long drawn out trance.

You set me on high alert.

You could yell but I’d still melt.

I’d still be at your beck and call.

I am so fucking desperate to be under you, on you.

With you.

[light-skin-dragon]

So deep, and what he said was so strong. I'm light but I am black. Just a shade of a color but people judge me and tell me how I should act. It's a shame, I am so mixed in this world where being mulatto I get picked act on both sides. I'm to black or I'm not black enough. Growing up being mix was hard and still is hard for me to identify myself with a origin. But in this society I'm black and trust me I felt it with the barrows of the gun from the police when I was 14. Because there was a shooting and I was running because I was late for my extra credit charity thing to plant trees. Then seen a young light skin black male and I got stop with 4 cops pointing their guns at me and I honestly didn't know what I've done. That was an introduction of being one drop black blood in me. It brings a tear to my face because I haven't talked about that in years.

[battty-nattty]

You linger

Your smile, as a remnant, as stale plume of perfume, once sweet, now suffocating

Your voice, echoing through the empty corridors of my mind

You left your print, your mark, your brand

Will you come back, will you return?

You float around in my memories, as a balloon that's just out of reach

Now your air stings my eyes, burns my skin

Lying in bed, waiting, being dissected by your words

My organs, my intrails, scattered about for your viewing

Will you sew me up, or am I destined to bleed?

I sweep up the remnants of my heart, put them in a box with a bow

You might want it back, despite its damage

Getting buried in the flowing sands of time, to be forgotten

The deafening silence ringing in my ears

Will you remember me?

[perfectlynerdyjellyfish8o5]

Crack your rib cage open, peel back the bones,

Release the creature inside your chest, let it out to roam,

Let it create chaos that's hiding under your skin,

Simmering in your blood, feeling your lungs, drowning you from within.

[newstepping]

"will you marry me?"

octavinelle crush headcanons

interrupted make-out session

the woes of a jealous fish

dwarf octopus!mc, yandere

cakes octavinelle has given to yuu + cakes yuu has given to octavinelle

pregnant!mc headcanons

a merfolk's melody, yandere + nsfw - I, Floyd, Jade, Azul, Epilogue

azul ashengrotto

prince charming's kiss

the reversed cinderella tale + art

and while you sleep, i'll be scared

crowley find a way back home, stays in twst

why not me?

ingame voicelines

housewardens try to woo you but the first-year rizz is unmatched

housewardens forget that they are your boyfriend when they are drunk

you feel a lot like love

the princess treatment

voicelines about you

courting, pining, or flirting?

"no, wait, can't we handle this another way? don't leave me!", yandere

not your fairytale monarch, yandere

you fall asleep in class

the key to my heart

househusband azul

i've become the villain's lover!

casual touches

he's a ten, but he...

yan!azul with a soulmate s/o, yandere

my last name belongs to you

you make them plushies

"don't you know it's bad luck to see your bride before your wedding?"

"without you, i am nothing. i am empty", yandere

when he sees me AKA the fic with the moon goddess story

yuu's food truck

+++

incorrect quotes - I

+ nsfw +

aphrodisiac + breeding, nsfw

jade leech

the reversed cinderella tale + art

the look on your face thrilling, and i can't take my eyes off it

breaking up/yuu moving on

why not me?

insatiable

the princess treatment

voicelines about you

courting, pining, or flirting?

teeth

the key to my heart

eel toofies

lovesick + first date, yandere

fantasy + lazy morning, yandere

launch our love

the beatrice letters by lemony snicket, sad poems interpreted as happy

are you lonesome tonight? + not so lonesome tonight

jade narrating stuff yuu does

"don't you know it's bad luck to see your bride before your wedding?"

the private (not) thoughts of a moray - I, II, III, IV, V, ...

dancing with the tweels

eel wedding! inspired by (x)

eels are cowards w/ their crush

+++

incorrect quotes - I

floyd leech

the reversed cinderella tale + art

breaking up/yuu moving on

why not me?

waking up with floyd leech

the princess treatment

voicelines about you

courting, pining, or flirting?

the key to my heart

lovesick + first date, yandere

my last name belongs to you

are you lonesome tonight? + not so lonesome tonight

"i swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, i'll cut their arm off."

squishy squishy baby fishy

"don't you know it's bad luck to see your bride before your wedding?"

dancing with the tweels

eels are cowards w/ their crush

+++

incorrect quotes - I, II, III

1 (you are here!) - 2

[rafedaddy01]

Jealous

Summary: Rafes ex walks in on you riding him

Warnings: mentions of sex, riding, semi public sex, being watched, getting caught

A/N: his hands ^^^ 🤤

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Your startled as the door swings open, met with Rafes crazy ex girlfriend.

“Do you care to explain why your fucking my boyfriend?” She shouts

You fake a gasp as you turn your head to face him, his dick throbbing inside you, he grips your arms and pins them behind your back. “Rafe! How could you!”

He scrunches his eyebrows at you in confusion and you wink, turning your head back to his ex.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch, or did you want to join?” You joke and she turns bright red.

Rafe bursts out in laughter, “I fucking love you, princess”

His eyes darken as he turns back to his ex, you slam down harder onto to him and try to calm him down.

“Get the fuck out of my house. I have more important things to do. Can’t leave my girl unsatisfied. Close the door on your way out” he doesn’t even look at her as he speaks, to caught up on the prize in front of him.

You take one last look at her. Her cheeks flushed red, clearly embarrassed, as she walks out of the room slamming the door behind her.

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[leighrobertsreads]

FFF266: Great Expectations

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Fandom: Encanto (2021) Character: Mariano Guzmán Rating: T Relationships: Mariano Guzmán/OC, Mariano Guzmán/Isabela Madrigal, Mariano Guzmán/Dolores Madrigal Word Count: 781 Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58282678

Mariano had always wanted what he was expected to want.

When he was a boy, he wanted the father he could only vaguely remember, because his mother cried about him all the time, and everyone constantly said things like, “it’s a shame that Señora Julieta had just had Isabela and wasn’t able to get to Ernesto in time. Such a pity that he won’t get to see his fine little boy grow up!”

When he had finished eighth grade, he stayed on in advanced Latin with several of the other boys, even though he barely understood a lot of the stuff he had had to memorize for Confirmation, because Padre Flores loved to say that every gentleman should know Latin, and his mother kept talking about what a gentleman his father had been before fleeing the violence in their hometown for the Encanto had caused him to ride horses to help raise sheep and cattle instead of simply for pleasure.

When he was eighteen, he started discreetly spending time with one of his mother’s younger widow friends, because Señora Jaramillo had complained of loneliness, and complimented him on his singing and broad shoulders. According to her, he was a quick learner “for what really matters in a man.” When he was nineteen, he told her that he loved her and wanted to marry her. She shook her head, laughed, and said, “the milk is free, no need to buy this cow!” The business about buying cows was odd - he worked with the town dairy herd, and everyone got their milk allocation, though sometimes the cheesemakers said they weren’t getting enough.

When he was twenty-one, his mother took him to dinner at Casa Madrigal, and formally introduced him to the Encanto’s “most beautiful flower,” Isabela, who had just turned eighteen. He wasn’t sure why they were making such a big deal about “introducing” him to her - he’d known her all her life, as everyone knew everyone in the Valle del Encanto.

But she really was the most beautiful woman in the village, so if his mother wanted him to act like he hadn’t known her for her entire life, he would. For her own part, Isabela smiled at him, but didn’t really say anything. His mother said that was just another sign of her good breeding.

When he was twenty-four, his mother put a lengthy contract in front of him. “This is your betrothal agreement. Do you have any questions?”

Where was the romance? His Isabela deserved romance, though bringing her flowers seemed silly, and she looked bored when he sang to her or tried to show her his poems. He kind of thought it might be good to kiss her before standing up together in front of God and everyone they both had ever known at their wedding. Señora Jaramillo had talked about “chemistry” a lot, and he had gotten the idea that couples didn’t always have it, and were often miserable.

“Shouldn’t I at least propose to her first?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Oooh, how many beautiful babies you’ll have!”

“Five?” It sounded like a good round number.

“My Mariano!” His mother threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, so it must have been a good answer.

As he learned via his twice-broken nose and the explosion of weird plants all over town, Isabela did not want him, or most of the other things she had pretended to want because it was expected of her.

He wasn’t nearly as sad as he had expected to be not to be marrying her, in particular, but was still full to bursting with feelings that needed to come out.

Isabela’s sweet little sister Mirabel (who still felt like his little sister) helped him out.

“I’ve got this cousin, too… have you met Dolores?”

In the sense of, “everyone in the Valle del Encanto knows everyone else in the Valle del Encanto,” of course he had.

In the sense of, “here is a pretty woman who actually *hears* your words and feelings, instead of just seeing the human equivalent of the town herd’s best bull,” no, he had not met Dolores.

He felt something click into place when Dolores took his arm, and he couldn’t stop the question tumbling out of his mouth, the one he hadn’t been able to bring himself to ask her cousin in the three years he had wished himself in love.

She didn’t let go of his arm when she responded, “slow down,” but instead gave it a pat and kept walking with him.

Mariano wasn’t sure what to expect, but was happy to find out where he might go by Dolores’ side.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

So I'm making a Smiling Critters AU that's more based off the cartoon versions of them and not Poppy Playtime canon

It's called the "Smile Everyday AU" and the whole prompt is what if the Smiling Critters were close growing up but grew apart after their teen years, they all grew up as adults with perfect jobs, live their lives normally, have romances, but obviously senses something is wrong until they reunited. Will drama ensue? Will the past effect the present? Why are the dreams Catnap's been having change so much?

It takes place in a fictional 2015-2016 where the gang are around 26-27 at least (each are born in 1989 since according to lore that's when the Smiling Critters first debut) and I'll share Catnap and Dogday's profiles first and let the others join later/if someone ask enough

First off, the leader Dogday!

He's a pure-bred American Cocker Spaniel

He was the youngest in his litter and doesn't have much a great relationship of his family, especially his siblings who thinks he acts like he's better than them after he got famous, but he pretends everything's okay and can't stand up for himself when they ask for too much or talk bad about him in another room

He's basically Mr. Peanut Butter from BoJack Horseman

In high school he was part of the popular squad due to his personality, his energetic works on the field, and just cause everyone saw he has a bright future ahead of him. But the sad side-effect of this was he couldn't spend time with all the Smiling Critters or notice if something was wrong

Became an actor after collage and won the hearts of many

Despite his good features and being a walking green flag, he struggles with relationships wince he can't find someone who he connects with. They either like him cause he's famous or rich or that he's too sweet and fun and he struggles to show his other sides/interests which leads to break-ups

Lives in a luxury home by the beach

Has a decent work out schedule

Out of the rest, he does wear his old charm symbol everyday for the most part, but does cover it up so it won't get damaged

Has depression but never talks about it to anyone

Fashion Aesthetic;

Theme Songs;

Next is Catnap:

He's a Bombay Cat and Ocicat mixed breed

He practically lived alone by the time he was 11 since he mother was hardly around

Is selectively mute thanks to this being canon-

Only Dogday knew what he was saying when he's not speaking

Was deemed the "weird" kid in school and was harshly bullied by a lot of the students. Dogday and the other Smiling Critters didn't really notice which hurt him even more and began to isolate himself more

He dropped out of collage after his mental health got so much worst and pretty much was the first to drift away from his friend group cause he felt they didn't care for him...

Be became an author of a well known Murder Thriller book series called "The Red Gas" which got him a pretty big famous title from it

He constantly gets asked to join interviews but he refuses which only adds more to the "mysterious author" persona people view him as

As a fun hobby, he secretly has a night time podcast and nobody knows it's him since he really barely talks anyways, he mostly reads poems and stuff to his viewers to help them sleep

He smokes

He suffers with anxiety and depression and takes medications for it

He has his charm symbol but hides it away in his penthouse apartment, wanting to forget but can't bring himself to throw it away

Sometimes when he can't sleep, he hugs his necklace

He began to have some weird dreams during collage of some weird monster, not knowing some of his dreams are prophecies

Fashion Aesthetic:

Theme Songs:

This AU is still in the making with the story being made, debating if I should add magical elements but I'll leave the whole prophesies with Catnap even if I chose not to add the magical elements. But if I were they would basically have a super hero like plot of "you're the chosen one, here's your powers, have crisis" but I ONLY WANT IT SO I CAN HAVE DOGDAY BE RAPUNZEL AND CATNAP HAVING A ANGSTY MOMENT OF HIS POWERS BEING SCARY!

There's isn't much I can say about this AU for right now but I will update yall whenever I can or if things are asked! Also their designs will be fixed/altered once I draw them all out!

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Lavender & Starflower (Mobster AU) – Chapter 21

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, the feels, emotional rollercoaster, mobster AU, fuck or die (kinda) & sprinkle of breeding kink (not really a kink though, but I don’t know how else to describe it)

I was inspired to start writing this fic when I saw this artwork by @arczism

The first name Konstantin derives from the Latin/Greek name Constantinus, meaning ‘firm’/‘constant’.

The poems are originals by me.

This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.

Cazador Szarr was dead, but dealing with his affairs wasn't over yet.

Despite dreading the return to Baldur's Gate to deal with whatever horrors lay beneath Cazador's palace, Astarion didn't want to delay it further. Thus, he, Gale, and a dozen of Morena's employees portalled back to deal with it.

The spawns left behind were easy targets; Yousen and Violet found their end mercifully quickly. Godey was dealt with too and Astarion breathed a sigh of relief when that sadistic skeleton turned to dust. But upon arriving in the dungeon, the group truly grasped the full extent of Cazador's ritual and what sacrifices it required.

Astarion had desperately tried to forget about his past conquests, only for it to come back and punch him in the gut.

There were so many vaguely familiar faces in the cells, people he'd seduced and lured to Cazador decades ago. People he'd thought were long dead. Seeing them again was a shock and like a slap in the face. It took all of Astarion's willpower to keep his last meal down and to not break down crying. Hearing Sebastian's accusation was the last straw. That poor man had been locked up down there for 170 years.

"Don't hate me," Astarion whispered, gripping Gale's arm tightly. "I just did what I had to. I swear, I did what I had to."

"I know." Those gentle, brown eyes looked at him, so full of love and affection – and sadness. "All this... None of it is your fault. All of it was Cazador's heinous doing. But we'll set things right."

The addressed could only nod numbly. He just wanted it to finally be over.

The wizard's gaze wandered over the locked-up spawns, the dirty cells, the thousands of glowing red eyes full of rage and hunger. Some of the spawns were cowering on the floor screaming, others tried to claw their way through the bars, snarling and starved to madness. A handful pleaded for freedom and mercy. All of it was too much; Astarion screwed his eyes shut and bit his lips so hard his fangs pierced the skin and started bleeding. He fought the urge to vomit and to press his hands to his ears to silence the voices.

"What shall we do with them?" Gale asked lowly. "The majority of them were driven to madness by their hunger and cannot think clearly. If we release them, they'd be a threat to all of Baldur's Gate. But killing them doesn't seem right either. They already suffered so much. What do you think, Astarion?"

The addressed stayed quiet for a long time, looking at the gaunt faces, contorted into grimaces due to immense hunger, and listened to their screams and pleas. The elf swallowed thickly.

"As you said, they've suffered long enough," he answered then. "Let's end their anguish – forever."

Gale looked at him before he nodded sternly. At his signal, the clerics stepped forward and released the nearly seven thousand spawns from their suffering with precisely aimed sunlight and fire spells. Astarion shuddered, he'll never forget the spawns screams as they crumbled to ash and dust. He wrapped his arms around himself.

"Please, let's get out of this wretched place. I can't stand it any longer."

As soon as the arrived at the Dekarios Estate, the vampire spawn curled into a ball on the bed and wept for hours. Mourning the poor, innocent souls who would have deserved a second chance just like himself, but were lost forever now.

Silently, Gale lay next to Astarion and gently stroke his lover’s hair until the tears stopped falling.

The next day, the wizard awoke in an empty bed. Slightly panicked, he got up to search for his lover. He found Astarion in the corridor, staring at one of the portraits.

"That's Konstantin, my great-grandfather. Former Archmage of Waterdeep and Head of the Dekarios Clan."

"I know," mumbled Astarion. "I met him once at an event in Baldur's Gate. Cazador had forced me to attend to serve as an 'offering' for his newest political pawns." Gale felt sick while Astarion wore a poker face. "Don't worry, Konstantin wasn't one of them. He –" Astarion chuckled lowly, "– he sneered at Cazador's demeanour and called him an 'unpleasant, wretched pile of tressym shit on a twiggy stick'." Gale almost choked on his own spit and was stuck in an awful cycle of laughing and coughing. His lover grinned amused. "I liked him – despite his love for the colour purple."

"How dare you," snickered the wizard. Astarion smiled before his face dropped into something serious and troubled again.

"Cazador used, abused, tortured, and raped me. He treated me like shit for two hundred years and now, he's finally dead. So, why am I sad? Why do I miss him? I - I don't understand."

He didn't hide his tears and was glad when Gale pulled him into a hug.

"I think," said the wizard carefully, "it's similar to how I feel about Mystra. They both did terrible things to us, but we still yearned for their approval. And now, that they're gone, they still hold a certain power over us because they'd made us feel like they cared about us."

"As much as I hate this, you're right," muttered Astarion. "I... I loved him, in a way. That was his doing. And now, I somehow have to live with the fact that he's dead and he'd never cared about me the same way I cared about him. It's disgusting."

"It's not your fault," said Gale and kiss his temple. "He manipulated you, so that you did what he wanted you to do."

"Exactly like Mystra," mumbled the elf, and the wizard huffed but agreed: "Yes. Exactly like Mystra."

Astarion relaxed a bit.

"Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me, love," replied Gale and pulled the vampire spawn into a hug.

Life without Cazador was... Well, it was something. A relief for once. Exciting and joyful. But also scary. A constant kind of uncertainty loomed over Astarion and he didn't know what to do with himself. Life can be oh-so scary – even when all the monsters are gone.

Gale tried to soothe Astarion's anxiety as much as he could.

"You're allowed to take your time to think about the future," he told him. "There's no need to rush headfirst into uncharted waters. You're free now, Astarion. Free to do whatever you want, and I'll be by your side as long as you wish for me to be there."

The vampire spawn was unbelievably grateful for his lover's words and patience. He was free, but had no clue what to do with his newfound life. He wished to stay by Gale's side, of course, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to share the wizard's lifestyle. After all, running the city was a great responsibility and sometimes, the things that needed to be done, hit a little too close to home. Astarion wasn't sure if he could live that way. Gale was a supportive partner who encouraged him to find his own purpose and passion in life. Thus, Astarion started to rediscover old, long forgotten skills, such as sewing and tailoring, gardening, and the law. As a magistrate, he'd had to know a lot about the government, rules, laws, and whatnot. His former mortal life was a blurry vision at best – two hundred years of Cazador's torture, including head injuries, does that to you. On the one hand, Astarion was angry about it, on the other, he was grateful in a way. He'd have suffered much more if he could have remembered everything from his life prior to his undeath.

He also talked to Dalyria about it all. He'd never spent so much time with any of the other spawns before – hadn't been allowed to do so – but he enjoyed Dalyria's company. She was smart and even kinder than he'd thought. Together, they spent many nights on a balcony, a goblet of blood in their hands, gazing at the stars, and exchanging thoughts and memories. It made Astarion feel less alone in the aftermath of Cazador's terror, especially since Dalyria understood what they both had gone through. It was nice.

Astarion's anxiety started to ease with every passing week, and slowly but steadily, contentment settled into his restless body and mind.

After half a year of getting used to their new lives, Dalyria presented Astarion, Gale, and Morena with her potential cure for vampirism. After a lengthy, enthusiastic monologue, she handed Astarion an old wine bottle. The latter stared at it doubtfully.

"And you're sure this will work?" he muttered.

"Well… yes. Maybe. I –" Dalyria scrunched up her nose. "I can't say for sure, but I think it does. I perfected and tweaked the formula multiple times, and the last time I tried it, it almost worked. Murk can vouch for it."

"I can. I was right there," nodded the half-orc. Astarion raised an eyebrow, asking: "You did self-experiments?"

"Well... yes, of course," muttered Dalyria, looking embarrassed. Her brother chuckled amused.

"You're an absolute freak, darling – and I love it."

At that, the other elf snickered shyly.

"Well then..." Astarion uncorked the bottle. "Let's see if this swill works. I have faith in you, Daly."

The addressed looked like she'd blush if she'd be able to. Smiling, Astarion held up the bottle in a toast. "To another chance in life."

"To another chance," agreed Dalyria.

Together, they chugged their bottles. The spawns drew back simultaneously, taking deep breaths, mouths covered in viscous brown liquid.

"Ugh, that's positively vile!" complained Astarion.

His sister scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.

For the first time in their undead life, they felt full and sated. For the first time, they were no longer hungry. They stood there in the basement laboratory and waited for some kind of other change. At first, nothing happened. Astarion tapped his foot impatiently, and he could hear Gale shuffle around in the background. The wizard was nervous, the smell of anxiety coming from him like steam from a hot cup of tea. Suddenly, Astarion's lashes fluttered as an unexpected warmth rushed through him and his mind felt at peace.

"The changes are starting," whispered Dalyria. "Can you feel it too?"

"Yes," breathed Astarion and closed his eyes to savour the feeling. His body suddenly felt hot and, for the first time in two hundred years, he started to sweat. His skin itched, his fangs hurt, and arousal gripped him so violently and suddenly that he moaned loudly. It almost felt unbearable and Astarion couldn't help but palm his straining erection through his trousers. A pained whine escaped him as he fell to his knees and kept stroking himself through the fabric. Utterly shameless.

"What's happening?" he panted.

One look at Dalyria revealed that she wasn't doing any better; glassy eyes, elaborate breathing, her hand shoved down the front of her trousers.

"I don't know," she panted. "It must be an effect of the transformation." She whined high-pitched and desperate. "I need – ah! I need –"

"Yeah," Astarion groaned. "Me too."

With difficulty, he turned to look at Gale who was still standing in a respectful distance away from them.

"Gale," the vampire spawn moaned, "I need you. Please... I - gods. I need you."

Thankfully, the wizard understood the urgency of the situation and moved towards his lover.

"Someone," panted Astarion, "for Daly."

His sister sobbed quietly at the searing pain of her arousal. Gale nodded.

"Well, we could –"

"I'll do it," interrupted Murk. "I'll take care of her."

"Yes, please," whimpered Dalyria and outstretched a hand towards the half-orc. "I feel like I'm burning alive. It's going to kill me."

"It won't," replied the half-orc. He quickly moved over to her and pulled her into a hug. Dalyria sighed at the contact, wrapping her arms around him. Astarion felt like he was about to scratch his skin off.

"Gale, I need to fuck or be fucked, or otherwise I'm losing my mind!" he almost shouted. "Gods, help me, my love!"

"I'm here," said the wizard and finally, finally, Astarion was pulled into an embrace, and the latter buried his face in his lover's neck with a moan.

"I need you, I need you."

The vampire spawn was frantic, ripping his clothes off his feverishly-hot body. The urge for sex grew stronger, but it wasn't just sex he craved. He craved mating. His body wanted to breed. Oh, fucking hells. Astarion groaned. Gale stroke some of his lover's sweaty hair out of his face.

"You're burning up," he noted. "How's that even possible?"

"I don't know, but I'm seconds away from fucking you on the floor," growled Astarion. "Do. Something."

Gale turned crimson, but magicked two mattresses into existence. Astarion ripped Gale's clothes off and kissed him desperately.

"Lube, now," he demanded and the wizard uttered a Grease spell.

Astarion spread it on Gale's erection and immediately sunk down on it. Without prep, it hurt, of course it did, but he couldn't wait any longer, and as the elf started to move, the pain quicky turned into pleasure. He bounced in the wizard's lap like a man possessed. His body burned, sweat dripped from all his pores, and his cock leaked like a faucet.

"Gale..." Astarion moaned while jerking himself off. "A poem."

The wizard huffed a laugh.

"We're wrapped up in the vines of pleasure.

I'm burning up inside and there's no cure.

You're luring me in like a siren's song

and I know your arms is where I belong.

With your body pressed against mine,

our limbs entangle for some time.

With each kiss, we steal each other's breath,

ever-hungry, I'm accepting the kiss of death.

Your wicked hips take me for a wild ride

and with every thrust, I die a little bit inside.

The pleasure's bordering on pain

and I feel like it's driving me insane.

But your hands are so gentle and kind,

and I think I'm going to lose my mind."

"Pan Pitus, the erotic novelist who fucked himself to death," panted Astarion. "Gods, I want to die that way too."

"You're already dead, little star," chuckled Gale amused and the vampire spawn growled.

"Shut up, my love. I feel like I am dying right now!"

With a long groan, Astarion threw his head back and climaxed, painting Gale's torso, throat, and chin with his spunk. The wizard's tongue darted out to lick some of it off. Moaning, the vampire spawn bent over and kissed him possessively.

"You're mine," he growled.

"I'm yours," agreed Gale and kissed Astarion again, before he came. The latter's eyes rolled back in his head at the sudden warmth spreading in his undead body. For a short moment, the feverish heat decreased and Astarion could think clearer. He sighed a breath of relief and turned his head to look at his left. Dalyria was riding the half-orc with frantic desperation, giving little whines and sobs. Her skin was flushed, especially her cheeks, and Astarion thought she looked cute this way. Her hands were kneading Murk's pecks while the latter lay still, muttered praise, and drew soothing circles on her small waist.

He's so gentle too, Astarion thought surprised. Why do we only meet the gentle ones now?

He couldn't muse any further, gripped by another wave of extreme arousal. Astarion curled in on himself with a whine as his stomach cramped with need. Gale, of course, was concerned.

"What's wrong? How can I help?"

"It's not enough, I need more," groaned the vampire spawn, already rock-hard again. Gale grimaced.

"My sincerest apology, but I can't go again yet." Astarion growled in frustration. "But you could take me instead."

The elf stared at the human who turned crimson.

"Do you really mean it?" asked the vampire spawn. "Do you let me?"

Gale nodded and Astarion scrambled off of him as quickly as he could. The wizard let out a startle yelp when he was flipped over and two cum-covered fingers were shoved into him. The vampire spawn's mind screamed at him to take what was his, but he used his last shred of sanity to prepare his lover first. Thankfully, Gale had enough brain capacity left for the both of them and conjured some grease again. With an animalistic growl, Astarion pushed into him until his hips were flush against the wizard's ass. He fucked him hard and fast, but it wasn't enough.

"Gale, " he groaned. "Help me, please, I need more. "

"What - what do you need?" the addressed panted.

"I don't know, " answered Astarion with a whine.

For an awfully long thirty seconds, the wizard was pondering the request, then, he summon a mage hand that pressed three fingers into Astarion's hole. The latter moaned, throwing his head back.

"Yesss!"

"Good?" asked Gale, slightly worried.

"Perfect," sighed the vampire spawn and mouthed at the wizard's shoulder. He continued to thrust into his lover, marking him with love bites, while the mage hand rubbed against his prostate. The beast in him purred. Gale was his. Astarion came with a moan, burying his cock and teeth in his lover. And although he knew his undead body wasn't fertile and it was impossible for Gale to get pregnant, Astarion pushed his cock all the way into his lover and spilled as deep inside him as he could.

"Gods, I love you," he moaned. "I need more though."

Gale laughed at that, out of breath but otherwise alright. Astarion pulled out and rolled his lover onto his back. The wizard was gorgeous and the vampire spawn had to kiss him once more before sliding back into him and moving his hips with urgency. Soon, Gale's moans turned into high-pitched wines due to overstimulation, but he let his lover continue. Astarion felt desperately helpless. His body burned, his teeth hurt, his gums itched. He panted against Gale's neck and whined, tongue darting out to taste the wizard's sweat. The latter ran a hand through his lover's silver-white curls and whispered: "You can bite me, little star."

The addressed didn't need more encouragement. It was still a shock to his system each time Astarion consumed human blood. So rich and nuanced. He moaned at the delectable taste and his cock twitched, dribbling cum. He threw head back when he came, panting open-mouthed, his lips smeared with his lover's blood.

"I love you," Astarion moaned. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," answered Gale, thoroughly fucked out. His lover collapsed onto him, boneless and finally satisfied. The fever and arousal subdued and Astarion fell into an exhausted sleep.

When he woke up the next day, he felt strange. The elf's head pounded and his entire body ached. He felt disgustingly sticky, but wasn't sure if it was Gale's sweat, or their cum, or both. Groaning, Astarion sat up and as he was about to move his fuzzy tongue, he felt two hard objects in his mouth. Instinctively, he spat them out, panicking when he realised they were his fangs. His hands flew up to touch his teeth. Instead of holes, new canines had grown: blunter ones. Astarion sighed a breath of relief, but there was still something wrong with him. Something hurt and moved in his chest and when he placed his hand against it, Astarion realised it was his heart. His beating heart. Oh. He paused, feeling the pulse against his palm. He started gasping and coughing shortly after, and realised that he'd held his breath for too long. Right, he needed to breathe again now. Astarion chuckled incredulously, he still couldn't believe he truly was cured of vampirism. His gaze moved over. Murk was sleeping by himself and Dalyria wasn't anywhere to be seen. Thus, Astarion decided to get up and look for her. His sister wasn't far, just in the next room and scribbling furiously into her notebook.

"Hey," mumbled Astarion hoarsely.

"Mh," mumbled Dalyria, engrossed in her writing.

"It worked, we're alive again."

At that, she looked up with a beaming smile.

"I know. Isn't it wonderful?"

"I - I think so," answered Astarion sheepishly. "I'm honestly not sure what or how to feel about this. It's - it's rather scary."

"It is, isn't it." Dalyria chuckled a bit. "Needing to actually breathe again is a little novel. I'm still uncomfortable with my own heartbeat. I've forgotten how heavy a living body can feel. It's fascinating."

"Not my word of choice, but to each their own, darling," replied Astarion teasingly. Then, reality hit him. "Fuck! I'll age!" With eyes big as saucers, he looked at Dalyria. "I'll grow old. I'll be able to grow old with Gale!"

His sister smiled at him softly and said: "Yes. Yes, you will."

Astarion barked a laugh that ended in tears of relief and joy. He hadn't had a good cry like that in decades.

Astarion was alive again, no longer an undead. No longer a vampire spawn, but simply an elf again. He couldn't remember much from his life before his undeath, but he knew his former position as a magistrate had required him to developed not-so-great character traits. Astarion hadn’t been a bad person per se, but he hadn't been too compassionate and righteous either. Now, getting a second chance, he wanted to do it right – at least, everything regarding Gale. Astarion could be good – for him.

"Astarion, where are you?" The wizard seemed panicked as he rushed around the corner, eyes wide and slightly panting. The addressed smiled at him.

"I'm here, my love."

Gale didn't seem to hear him as he rushed over to touch his shoulders, neck, and cheek in a panic.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? How do you feel? Did it work? I'm worried about y-"

"I'm alright, my love," snickered Astarion, catching the wizard's hands and kissing his knuckles. "It worked. I'm alive again." He looked up, teary-eyed. "I'm alive again, Gale."

"Yes." The wizard smiled. "And your eyes, Astarion. Your eyes are blue as the sky."

They hugged each other and cried tears of joy.

When his stomach made a weird noise, Astarion panicked, thinking something was wrong and he was about to die (again). Chuckling, Gale explained that he was just hungry and led his lover to the kitchen. Astarion's first meal was a vegetable soup, something light to ease his stomach back into digesting solid food. He cried into his bowl because food didn't taste like ash anymore and wine was no longer vinegar.

For the first time in two hundred years, the pale elf stepped into the sunlight and it didn't burn him. With closed eyes, Astarion stood in Gale's living room, soaking up the natural light like a sponge. Then, smiling, the wizard took his hand and danced with him in the sunlight until they were out of breath. Astarion felt dizzy from it, gulping for air while giggling, giddy with excitement. He couldn't believe his luck to be mortal once more and able to grow old with his one true love. Astarion looked up at Gale, felt sweat rolling down his spine, and shivered.

"It feels so good," he whispered. "I'm so happy. You make me happy."

Their lips crashed together in a messy kiss, all spit and tongue.

"Bedroom," Astarion groaned. His legs felt weak as he was led through the suite. They undressed quickly, unable to stop kissing. Astarion stood in front of his lover, naked and illuminated by the sun. His pale skin reflecting the golden rays like the moon. Gale gazed into his lover's eyes.

"You're beautiful," he told him reverently, and Astarion believed him. "Your ethereal beauty's captivating, but your soul's even more beautiful. I love your smile, your eyes, your silver curls. But I love your wit, your intelligence, and passion for poetry even more. I was captivated by you from the moment I first met you, but I fell in love with you when I saw you reading poetry in my living room. You're... breathtaking." Gale paused, snickering sheepishly. "Apologies, I'm a babbling brook of romantic verbiage. Consider my mouth sealed – until you have use for it, of course."

"Mmh, I do have use for it, alright," purred Astarion, placing a kissed on those soft, warm lips. "Take me to bed and make love to me."

"With pleasure," smiled Gale and kissed him again.

Then, he lay Astarion out on the bed, lavishing him with attention and affection, leaving no part of him untouched. The elf was almost in tears when Gale finally entered him in one swift motion. He wrapped his arms around the wizard to pull him into a desperate kiss.

"A poem?" he panted with a cheeky smirk. Gale laughed amused.

"You wonderful menace, you.

'A rock, a river, a tree.

It’s the mundane things we cannot see.

Isn't it droll we only notice them when we want to?

You cannot argue with this because it's true.

But why does it slip our mind like foam on the shore?

Observing old tokens and signs on the floor.

They are everywhere, lost in dust and time.

Thus, be mindful because living life dully is a crime.'

Happy, my love?"

"Mmh, very," purred Astarion and rolled his hips up. With one swift motion, he tried to flip his partner over to ride him. The emphasis was on 'try' because to his annoyance, Astarion realised that, without his vampiric powers, he wasn't strong enough to do so. Thus, they ended up in an inelegant pile of flailing limbs. Laughing, they untangled and kissed before Gale lay on his back to let Astarion take the lead. With a blissful moan, the latter sunk down on his lover's cock and threw his head back as he started to move.

Astarion's body was burning hot, his heart pounded heavily in his chest, the blood rushed in his ears, he panted for air he actually needed to breathe now, and there was sweat running down his spine and neck. He was alive again. Astarion hiccupped a sob, finally spilling those unshed tears.

"I'm alive," he whispered. "I'm hot and sweaty, I need to breathe and I can feel my heart beating. Everything's too much and still not enough. I don't know what I feel, but I just want to finally live without fear... Gods... It's all so dizzying."

"Do you regret it?" asked Gale quietly, holding his lover's hands.

"No. Never," answered the elf and kissed the wizard once more.

[despapillon]

stupid how you managed to make a dick joke out of innocent shot. and hosegate oh no that is awful. Byler is not going to be in relationship. what show have you been watching certainly not Stranger Things more like Gayer Things. Duffer have had an emotional love declaration by Mike and you believe Byler? that is sad. it may not be romantic but to Duffers it is. same men that wrote in Steve talking about his breeding kink to Nancy and framed it as romantic. just because something is the better choice in your eyes does not mean that will happen. after events of show i can only see Mike and El get married. Duffers try to convince he is straight and they intend him to be but Mike reads as deep in closet. fans dw Will is going to get over Mike and find a bf that is give him happiness he deserves. but Mike? Mike will forever be in loveless marriage and he is never ever going to get over Will. in his thirties and beyond that he is going to suffer and not stop thinking about how everything would be different if he accepted his sexuality and chose Will not El. he is going to hate himself for making such a mistake

listennnnnnnnnn. ppl were talking about hosegate so i just made a reference to the rolled up painting shot. i wasnt the one that noticed it first. i only knew it was a thing because of Bylers discussing it. i had the pic saved, as i was preparing a post that i scrapped that was about Will and the allegations he had, including fake stuff spread around that S3 Will would have a p*rn magazine and the speculations that Will is going to sleep around with random men in S4 and my thoughts on this plus the sexualization dramas like Byler sex in the show, Byler kiss not being chaste, writing Byler smut, Mike supposedly checking Will out, hosegate and other phallic imagery. i decided against that and now i think that was a good choice because it would drive some wild.

i never truly meant the rolled up painting thing was intentional i was simply saying what was a regular shot became dirty to me thanks to Bylers influence. i’m sorry i didn’t mean to offend anyone. i still find it funny but i feel bad for making that post. i guess i should have kept it to myself. i had no idea it would come off this inappropiate. though the characters are only 15 (i think) so that is on me for not caring how uncomfortable it could make others.

now onto the rest of your ask. i don’t know if Byler is going to be together. i don’t. i ship it because i like it. when we get the next season we will see. i willingly choose to spend my time on discussing Byler knowing i’m not really that confident in it. nobody is forcing me to do this. i know we may get queerbaited. but i don’t care.

there is that section of Bylers that got utterly destroyed by vol 2 and either converted to M!leven and now mock us for still shipping Byler (there must be a name for that phenomenon because how) or are bitter and lashing out at Duffers because they lost their faith and now Byler bad. i assume you are the second. i hope you are proven wrong because you seem heated about the topic. to the point you sent me an ask about it.

Duffers did make a lot of writing mistakes and choices i disagree with. whether Byler happens or not i do plan on discussing what i had a problem with after watching s5 because i need to see how they will handle the characters’ arcs to make a post as there could be surprises awaiting us. and talk about how i’d handle certain plotlines as a person that can’t write anything coherent.

keep in mind that Montauk, the original ST, drew inspo from It, and if there was a potential season 2 to Montauk, they wanted to straight up go the It route by having the characters grown up and some leave the town then come back when it all gets fucked up again and join forces for the second time.. they do also mention It, and Stephen King as inspiration. you can see it in the current series too. Willelmike is literally a ripoff of the love triangle between Ben, Bev and Bill. Ben’s poem and Will’s painting.. it’s so blatant. and those that watched the movies know how said love triangle ends.

Gayer Things is a great series that i suggest you need to have more faith in.

[xx-snuggles-xx]

helloo!!

i used to have a blog like this but i got sad [#lol🥲] and deleted it. my main is @bug5-4-friend5 :0 i’m looking for friend so feel free to message me but don’t be sliding sexual style into my dms pls,, my wishlist is linked below if you’re so kind enough to get me a gift please let me know in a dm or anon so i can properly thank you :) (no ill intent)

anyyyyway :P here are some things about me!

my name is M or Morrie! :)

my pronouns are they/he

i’m 19

i’m a sophomore in college :0

I have not declared BUT i’m going to major in art and gender & sexuality studies!!!! so cool right :D

i love any media of art i can get my hands on

im polygender -nonbinary and trans masc

im achillean/bisexual :3 meaning i only am attracted to masculine people (normally only men or non-binary people, but sometimes also butch women)

i am on the acearo spectrum :)

YAY’s! :)

music (my favorites atm are “House Made of Ash” by Lil Darkie and “M” by Florist)

the arts 🤌 (lmaoo) anyway with out having dived tooo deep into it i like the surrealist art movement and also dadá 👌

poetry 🫶 (i LOve richard siken OH My god, favorite poem is “Scheherazade”) i also like “Jesus at a gay bar” by Jay Hulme

doordash,,, you’re telling me i don’t have to leave my house and i can still get my favorite food? helllll nah, broski that’s the devils work ;)

NAY’s! :(

the smell of weed :/ (so sad ik)

casseroles,, but especially like. like most traditional (not northern) meatloafs, i have yet to try one casserole that i like.

bacon, pizza, hot dogs, most chicken nuggets, fried chicken, basically any fun food :/

Pablo Picasso- i do understand he was very monumental for the art world though i have my reasons not to like him :|

how I spend my free time

making art! :D

photography

homework

writing poetry

crocheting

taking naps _(,’o｣∠)_

making jewelry :0

YAY’s! ;)

men

mlm (nblm nblnb t4t achellian)

pet play (bunny puppy) :3

cnc

s0mno :)

impact play

edging

praise

degradation

free use

breeding

NAY’s! >:(

fake safe words

most bodily fluids (pee vomit scat etc,, blood is okay in certian situations)

most anti bodily autonomy (de-trans, slavery, forced impr3g, forced fem/masc, anything racial, “sissy” etc)

DNI-

de trans

Eating disorder/Ana/mia… Blogs

minors

homophobes racists transphobes etc

cis-hets can interact but don’t be idiotic pls :3

this post is.. not done btw… :v lmao

[celiastjamesoscar]

Hello honey!

To be completely honest, I know basically nothing about Poe... I only knew the Annabel Lee poem and the raven. Other than that I was completely lost. I want to look up all of the references that were used and then rewatch the show again with this knowledge in mind. The whole show was so aesthetically pleasing with a great horror story that has a cool deeper meaning. Plus, I just enjoyed watching the family die cause they were all terrible people. Camille has hot boss ass bitch rights though, this excuses her behavior. House of Usher is my second favorite Mike creation, after Hill House. Then Oculus and Hush. Bly is too sad and Midnight Mass too boring to be mentioned. AND YES VERNA AND MADELINE!! I GASPED WHEN THEY KISSED. Younger Madeline is so hot, I loved her in the Scream TV show. My favorite scene at the end was when Verna put the personal belongings on each of their graves. It showed again what kind of person they all were and what was most important to them. Beautiful.

Excuse me ma'am, where did you hear that?? I only heard about Jenna because she is booked and busy but even she wants to make time for Scream. I absolutely LOVE scream but not with Sam in it even more. If Melissa is not in it I will riot!

And this or next weekend, we will get a 5 month old central Asian Owtscharka puppy!! I'm so excited!!

Annabel Lee is probably my favorite poem by him. I only know so much about his work because the high school I went to had an English class that was only literature like that; and we would read Poe’s work for about a month. You should definitely look up all the references and then rewatch it!! I loved the reference to Roderick and Madeline sealing his boss up in the wall, based off of The Cask of Amontillado. They ALL were shitty people, but I did kind of like Viv. Camille automatically gets a free pass, she basically did nothing wrong compared to the others. I haven’t seen Oculus or Hush, but they are on my watchlist. Gerald’s Game is a good movie by him that I really loved, but there’s one scene that messed me up 😬 The only thing that was interesting about Midnight Mass were those angel things. THEIR KISS CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD, BUT I LOVED IT!!! Is it bad that I’ve never seen the Scream TV show? That final scene with Verna was so chilling and the impact it had was astonishing!! Roderick getting the whiskey glass was chef’s kiss

I’ve seen it over the past couple of months on Twitter about Mel not being in 7, but I highly doubt the new directors will exclude her. I mean, without Mel and Jenna, there goes half of their audience. I need to see Sam in her tank tops or else I will lose my mind!! We can riot together

When you do get the new puppy, I would love to see some pictures of them!! I googled some pictures of the breed and they are so adorable!

[vole-mon-amour]

1x04, part 1.

I have a purebred British short-hair myself and nope, this one ain't it. It's a stray with no breed. Often people mix British cats with Scottish ones, too. British short-hairs are my one true love.

I don't think I've had a good family relationship in this series since Hill House? I mean, sure, there was Bly Manor with the kids, but the had their disagreement.

This? I'm happy to see that at least SOME people in the family were close. Makes me think of Luke and Nellie. Of Luke and Steven (especially these two, Steve UNDERSTOOD Luke in a way. While Nell and Luke were twins which means they shared EVERYTHING). So Luke and Steven work better for these two in my eyes. He's full on in denial and cries his eyes out, plus he's angry with that family of him. I mean, he's THE only one who cries at the table, and she visited him before going to the lab.

a king!! i mean, a lying and cheating piece of shit, but he's so real for this one. i think both Mike and Rahul might've outdone themselves with this one.

Mike with his writing, Rahul with his acting.

considering that my parents died 12-13 days within each other, even I wouldn't be able to answer that question. that's fucking HARD and painful.

the raven, heh?

so wait a damn moment. she's a raven, she's a chimpanzee, she's a cat. all black & all animals. aside from using her human form, of course. but 'you lot'. and wait a damn moment, at the shelter she was wearing a choker but i'd call it a collar for sure.

i'm actually sad Camille died so fast. she was a very interesting character exactly because she was the smart one.

grief do be doing things like that to you and your body.

hey, um... so she's an ancient shapeshifting entity. girlfriend material. :)

so, does he think they're doing it on purpose? and ARE they doing it on purpose? or is the entity making them do it? orrr they're so mad at him that they're actually doing it themselves?

Mike taking a 50 minute poem and making into THIS. The mind of that man!!

I find this incredibly sad 'cause I get Rod's dilemma. But he grew into that role. He told the same words to his children. "Sir, yes, sir." I have conflicting feelings about this.

LOOK AT THIS CUTIE. and it seems that she only shows herself to the dude? the others don't see her and how she constantly smacks him and scratches him? hehe. don't be a dick to cats.

I see you, Mike. I see him playing Cyberpunk 2077, heh.

My dude, you're just a mouse to her. She's probably hundreds, if not thousands years old.

oh, she's gonna eat you alive. <3

thor's hammer aka this is a comedy, lmaooo.

[modelingtale]

Modelightale My AU my Write!Sans

Write!Sans

-24 y.o (1 year of Eeva's breeding life)

-he/him

-full of energy

hates: being alone, being ignored, being forced

likes: discovering new words, reading, writing, singing, loves to make poems.

character: friendly, responsible, guardian, curious, still learning about the world.

Eeva created him to keep him company, many times papyrus needs to buy or get material for Eeva to continue with his creation work, and Eeva felt alone because he took a long time to come back, so one day she decided to create someone to keep her company, Her papyrus told stories about his brother named Sans, so one day she decided to create one to surprise papys, when he would finish his work a drop of ink fell into his eye, she tried to clean it but the stain had already dried the ink, she hugged him and began to apologize and the statue and her tear fell on her body and the mass was transformed into flesh or rather BONE, she was scared and he came to life, from there he began to help her create her garden.

powers:

-everything he writes comes true (except forcing someone to do something they don't want to do) including feelings when he writes poems the energy of each poem can affect the one who reads it eg: if it's a sad poem when the person reads it he will melt in the deep sadness of this poem) he, usually he helps her to create things that are not able to do manually, i.e. immaterial things, like time, for example.

his emotions can be seen in concrete form example, when he is in doubt others can see a giant enterogation point above his head, when he is in love with several hearts, when he is nervous drops of water come out of his head,

he can also read the thought bubbles and narration balloons in addition to being able to hear the narrator. of others and interacting with them, for example, it can transform a thought bubble of a certain character into a speech or scream bubble.

he can conduct his powers through sheets of paper that he places on creations or other monsters, being able to alter his immobilized sets and straform them into things temporarily until he snaps his fingers, in addition to being able to influence the emotions of others or add some temporary feeling to him too smash. 4 wall like deathpool girl who can interact with the comic books

he can read balloons and change them whenever he wants, he can even alter the content of the comics and he can also transform them, (example he can take a comic and transform it into a thought bubble into a speech bubble)

My Sans Au MODELINGTALE:@modelingtale @teensadventuresstudio

[teensadventuresstudio]

Modelightale my Au - Write !sans my sans!

Write!Sans

-24 y.o (1 year of Eeva's breeding life)

-he/him

-full of energy

hates: being alone, being ignored, being forced

likes: discovering new words, reading, writing, singing, loves to make poems.

character: friendly, responsible, guardian, curious, still learning about the world.

Eeva created him to keep him company, many times papyrus needs to buy or get material for Eeva to continue with his creation work, and Eeva felt alone because he took a long time to come back, so one day she decided to create someone to keep her company, Her papyrus told stories about his brother named Sans, so one day she decided to create one to surprise papys, when he would finish his work a drop of ink fell into his eye, she tried to clean it but the stain had already dried the ink, she hugged him and began to apologize and the statue and her tear fell on her body and the mass was transformed into flesh or rather BONE, she was scared and he came to life, from there he began to help her create her garden.

powers:

-everything he writes comes true (except forcing someone to do something they don't want to do) including feelings when he writes poems the energy of each poem can affect the one who reads it eg: if it's a sad poem when the person reads it he will melt in the deep sadness of this poem) he, usually he helps her to create things that are not able to do manually, i.e. immaterial things, like time, for example.

his emotions can be seen in concrete form example, when he is in doubt others can see a giant enterogation point above his head, when he is in love with several hearts, when he is nervous drops of water come out of his head,

he can also read the thought bubbles and narration balloons in addition to being able to hear the narrator. of others and interacting with them, for example, it can transform a thought bubble of a certain character into a speech or scream bubble.

(I'm thinking of making a comic showing how it was created ;w; maybe furtively because i have a foresttale to fix)

Write!sans my sans AU: @teensadventuresstudio @modelingtale