#grub fever

[mrthful]

dam wut we do now..

i love.. this lil guy… i wanna put him in a lil grub wrap like a lil napsacks.. hes jus.. so small i love him hes so tinyy gfuckjgbmfnv no one understands yhe pure love i have for this tiny little grub

(terezi got puked on by him.. hashtag not my problem)

[bug-decal-kissing]

Hey friends!

Seraphyllic, by DrakianDH, was updated today, with 13/20 Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, And Major Character Death, with additional tags "scarab the god auditor - Freeform, prismo the wishmaster - Freeform, Priscrab, ProhibitedWish, Scrabby, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we get turned to legos like the lich, Adventure & Romance, Story within a Story, Eventual Happy Ending, Maybe - Freeform, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, You gotta work for the comfort, begining poem important, each chapter a word, prepare"

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Wrath of the Wishmaster, by Void_Ink_Studios, was updated today, with 13/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Scarab has identity issues, Orbo is the worst, Prismo gets mad, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Chronic Pain, Scarab has Chronic Pain, Established Relationship, Reminiscing, Backstory, Filling in gaps in the worldbuilding, Worldbuilding, Head cannon nonsense: GO!, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Implied Sexual Content, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Suicidal Thoughts, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms"

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NSFW works are below the cut :].

A new work, Grub Fever by Sh1pp1ng_Gr3ml1n, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It is Not Rated and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, with additional tags "ProhibitedWish, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Fluff, Banter, they’re happily in love, They’ve already been together for at least a thousand years at this point, Implied Smut, Bug anatomy, But nothing too revealing, just mentions of it, One Shot, Short One Shot, i am cringe but i am free, Is this out of character for them??, probably, but I wrote it anyways, goddamnit"

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The Ghostwriter, by Irina_94, was updated today, with 3/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Mature and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Alternate Universe - Human, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Aromantic Character, Asexual Character, Prismo needs a huge, References to Depression, Anxiety, Grief/Mourning, Trigger warnings when necessary"

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[a-v-j]

Curious, but does the little a.u.t.o eat? If he does, does he have a favorite snack?

A.u.t.o is an A.I(no not A.I.t.o) lol. Lil dude cant eat

Although, there is code pizza where Jarvo(aka code!auto) once ate

Meh, i guess somehow a.u.t.o does "eat" holographic code-based food but he doesn't necessarily needs to, so far he hasnt eaten anything tbh

[skenpiel]

its actuallly supposed to be their right eye but for the sake of the bit.i changed it temporarily

[cringefail-clown]

there are many things that are still under ??? tab when it comes to turnabout au but one of the biggest ones is if caliborn and calliope should be swapped as well. on the one hand i'd be a huge pain in the ass because it'd completely change the whole narrative and how the events of homestuck play out - instead of caliborns bending the timeline through sheer power of will to suit his narrative and ensure his own arrival it'd have to be more... subtle, tiny moments that have the butterfly effect of making calliope come on top. going with her classpect as the muse of space, she'd more likely be inspiring certain events opposed to head-to-the-brickwalling it through the narrative, for example perhaps Alternia started as this utopian fever dream curtesy of feferi being the empress in the post-scratch universe, but as the time went by things would keep not going right, maybe the alternian trolls, changed by meddling from doc scratch, wouldnt take too eagerly to the idea of caring about those lower on the hemospectrum, maybe feferi would start to feel paranoid about the coming of the next fuchsiablood, thinking that her idea of how to run the place is the only right one, ultimately sending her down the path of quietly getting rid of any fuchsia grubs being born. maybe this coming to the light would spark protests from people already tired of the cotton-candy coddling culture enforced on them, which would lead to her finally breaking and it spiraling into the brutal alternia that we know from the canon

what im trying to say is callies villany would be more like planting little seeds and waiting for the results. not everything would go exactly how she planned, but at the end of the day it'd lead to the same place - her winning the sburb game between the two cherubs. like in a game of chess - one perfectly executed move would open up five others leading to the victory. i honestly like this idea of a cold, cunning villain - cal was really fun in canon, but this version of calliope? downright meancing, a force to be reconed with. but as i said, it would be a shitton of work.

on the other hand, the idea of caliborn being the support character is so fucking hysterical to me im willing to jump through the hoops just to make that happen. like imagine the guy. imagine, instead of being this absolute trashbag of misogyny and toxic masculinity, he'd be more like the tumblr warriormale-esque dude. just aggresively suppotive of his little nuclear unit of a friend group. dave would have an absolute blast with this guy. im losing my mind just thinking about it

[a-wonderful-danganronpa]

📖 DESIGN: Suzuran Dustcrawl, face concept 1

[NO SPOILERS]

"If I don't do this...it's not like anyone else will make amends for me."

please give a round of applause to our protagonist, the Hope's Peak Monastery Librarian, who now holds the beta name Suzuran (涼蘭) Dustcrawl!

i wanted a female protagonist from the start, and i wanted her to stand apart from her brethren in the Canon Games. owing to a lifetime of petty bullying from the Monastery's nasty little monsters Wonders and an inability to leave the Monastery proper, she's cynical, sarcastic, and unapproachable. nonetheless, she's far smarter than she looks, and Usami's not wrong when she says little Suzie can learn just about anything given enough time.

(for better or worse...)

my goal was "scrunkly but not too scrunkly" here. she is a disheveled dark academic with insomnia issues and has never been able to escape the Monastery to see the Wider World. her "divine device" is an earring that allows her to sleep and keeps her memories in line: Usami says that a fever gave Suzuran mild brain damage as a baby, though the monks say the fingerless Usami actually dropped her on her head. now taking bets on which truth is the real one!

further, while i wouldn't call Suzuran "gross" like Toko for instance, she is definitely...messy. to that extent, her Everstanding Ribbon stays afloat in defiance of physics and was a gift to her from Temporary Eternal Headmaster Usami, who wanted her to take some pride in her appearance.

THE SPEED WONDER: "Ohohohoho! Everstanding, as the tentpole of an elder with a young mate." SUZURAN: "Hmm. Nope, that's not what that means."

Suzuran is an orphan, and if she has a surname, no one ever told her what it was. she was never officially given one by anyone at the Monastery, either. "Dustcrawl" is a nickname the student body at Hope's Peak bestowed upon her early on, due to her grubbing around in the stacks etcetera. she doesn't necessarily like it, but she's half-heartedly accepted it. it's not like she's ever going to be able to leave.

right?

[promptling]

CARMILLA by j. sheridan le fanu, edited by carmen maria machado

did you realize he killed her off?

who reads an introduction?

i long for the door to open.

i did not know that it was possible.

i did not realize my soil was not salted.

she is already dead.

someone did lie there, the place is still warm.

lord hear all good prayers for us, for jesus's sake.

the poor young lady is dead.

the letter appears to me to have been written in distraction.

i'm in one of my moping moods tonight.

i forget the rest.

was ever a being so born to calamity?

i cannot, dare not, delay.

it would be so delightful.

where am i? what is this place?

how do you like our guest?

tell me about her.

how very odd to say all that!

i hope i have not done a very foolish thing.

how wonderful!

i saw your face in a dream, and it has haunted me ever since.

i could not forget your face.

i don't know which of us should be more afraid of the other.

if you were less pretty i think i should be very much afraid of you.

i wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as i do to you.

i have never had a friend.

i shan't require assistance.

it is very hard to part with you.

young people like, and even love, on impulse.

heavens! if i had but known all!

your little heart is wounded.

if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.

you are mine, you shall be mine, you and i are one forever.

what can you mean by this?

i don't know myself when you look so and talk so.

don't you perceive how discordant that is?

i think it very sweet.

you pierce my ears.

you must die - everyone must die - and all are happier when they do.

i don't trouble my head about peasants.

tell me nothing about ghosts.

i hope there is no plague or fever coming.

sit here, hold my hand.

that comes of strangling people with hymns!

i shall demand redress from him.

then you have been ill?

let us talk no more of it.

you would not wound a friend?

you are afraid to die?

girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.

are you glad i came?

how romantic you are.

i have been in love with no one, and never shall, unless it should be with you.

i live in you, and you would die for me, i love you so.

is there a chill in the air?

it is the last time, perhaps, i shall see the moonlight with you.

i have been thinking of leaving you.

do you think that you will ever confide fully in me?

you do not know how dear you are to me.

i am under vows, no nun half so awfully.

you will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish.

how jealous i am you cannot know.

you must come with me, loving me, into death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.

there is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

you are going to talk your wild nonsense again.

were you ever at a ball?

i was all but assassinated in my bed.

love will have its sacrifices.

no sacrifice without blood.

you see it now with your own eyes.

you must not plague me with questions.

you are not to trouble your head about it.

i should tell you all with pleasure, but you should not believe me.

you puzzle me utterly.

i had no hope of meeting you so soon.

[rikebe]

omg ur grubs ur grubbbsssss

homestuck grubs be like little babys they are so cute and make little cheep cheepy noises and wiggle and snuggle but Hey Also We Eat Them Sometimes

It’s such a triple whammy of Suddenly baby fever + cuteness aggression + macabre and it hits me right in the feels every time

would love to see more grubs from u if you’re interested (getting taken care of, being cute, getting eaten, all of the above, anything goes tbh)

Huge fan of ur art!

THANK YOU SM!!! these asks are soo nice and rly made me smile hehe thank you!!!!!!!!

im glad you like my silly little bugs as much as i do 💕 you hit it straight on the head w their appeal lmaoo that's exactly how i feel about them!!!! heres some more grub/wriggler drawings and hcs! and a little panel redraw wip teehee

[shuueep]

HEYYYY UHHH so I wrote a fic called Grub Fever and it has occurred to me I may have accidentally created Jake the Thirds origin story. Um if you want to check it out it’s here anyways

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51715378

HERE have this gif also bc I love your work <3 this is me devouring your delicious drawings

OH SO YOURE THE ONE WHO WROTE THAT FIC🫵🫵🫵

[anonymousaccountuser]

Grub Fever - A Prohibitedwish Fic

Uhhh idk basically Jake the Thirds origin story.

Summary:

Scarab decides to take a quick scroll through Bugstigram and finds a picture of the ugliest looking grub there is. He then decides he wants kids (because aren’t grubs adorable?), and globdamnit, Prismo’s gonna get him some.

[dungeonbent]

To Porrim-

I Send You This Message Bereft Of Haste For The Seafaring Part Of My Journey Is Rather More Tedious Than Previously Thought. Day And Night The Sea Stretches Farther With No Land In Sight, Such That It Begins To Make Me Wonder Whether It Is Truly Skaia To Which I Embark Or A Most Odious Demise Among Some Grievously Annoying Fucks.

Day And Night The Tallmen Trade Bawdy Songs Out Of Tune; Day And Night The Cook Devises Some New Terror To Deliver Upon Us In The Form Of Ship's Biscuit And Meat Preserved For Far Too Long To Be Healthy. Soon You Shall Find Your Sister's Innards Unspooled From Her Throat, For If Something Does Not Change Soon, I May Yet Lose Any Semblance Of Calm I Have Shored Up In My Bosom And Acquaint All I Meet With The Blade End Of My Saw.

I Will Endeavor Not To Lose All Of My Shit But I Cannot Guarantee That I Will Not Lose At Least Some Of It. The Cabin Fever Truly Is More Severe Than Advertised, I Fear.

I Have Taken To Devising Little Outfits For My Fairy To Wear Whilst Awaiting Your Next Letter. Your Fairy Is The Same Size, Correct? If So, I Shall Devise Something Similar For It As Well. It Is A Shame That The Reception For Fairy Messages Are So Short- Whilst I Enjoy Letter Writing, I Cannot Help Missing The Sound Of Your Voice.

I Am Afraid That I Cannot Write More, As The Wind Spirit Which The Gnome Is Using To Send The Letters Is Somewhat Temperamental And Will Not Be Kept Waiting For Much Longer. Please Tell Nanny Grubs That I Am Sending All My Love For Her As Well As You.

When Next I Write, I Will Be Upon The Soil Of Skaia.

All My Love,

Kanaya

[littlemourningstarr]

Malady

Sekh is sick, and it's up to Astarion to convince him to rest.

Read below or on AO3!

Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, sickfic, fluff, vaginal sex, post game

Astarion roused from his trance to the sound of coughing, from across the house. He frowned, buried his face into his pillow, arm stretching out, and finding an empty bed. He grasped at the sheets, as if by sheer force of will he could make Sekh materialize.

With a tired sigh, Astarion pushed himself up, standing and stretching in their dark bedroom, his joints pleasantly cracking. Unsure how late in the morning it was as the shutters had been perpetually closed and the heavy curtains drawn tightly shut since they moved in, Astarion dressed- just in case Yenna was about.

He opened the bedroom door, heading downstairs slowly, just in case a curtain had been opened to allow the rest of his little family to enjoy sunlight.

The house was blissfully cast in candle light, and Astarion found Yenna sitting in a large chair that he liked for reading, Grub resting by her arm. She had her arms folded. “I was waiting for you to get up.” He looked at her, a bit perplexed- and then heard the coughing fit again, from down below.

In Sekh’s workshop.

Astarion frowned, heading for the hatch and opening it, climbing down into the large basement. It was littered with shelves and tables, filled with various flora from the Underdark that- with a bit of tender love and care- seemed to be willing to thrive in the dark, even on the surface.

Sekh was sitting at his work table, his hair tossed up in a messy bun atop his head. He was slouched slightly, leaning over, working on something, still dressed in whatever clothes he had thrown on after waking. The larger, oversized cardigan was one Astarion had been forced to mend a few times now, thanks to some slight spills with concoctions that were just a bit acidic.

Before Astarion could get lost in watching the drow work, Sekh’s shoulders shook as he coughed. His hand left the table, moving to presumably cover his mouth, stifle the noise.

Astarion frowned, walking over, pausing just behind him. “You’re sick.”

Sekh jumped, looking up at him, having not heard Astarion’s silent footsteps. His cheeks had quite the flush to them, his eyes a bit glossy.

“I’m fine,” he said, but his voice was a rasp. He winced upon hearing it, knowing he sounded anything but.

Astarion clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I warned you last night, but you just had to stay out in that rain. It was frigid!” Astarion dragged his fingers along Sekh’s cheek, the heat beyond anything he had ever felt on the drow, even in the throes of the most intense passion.

Sekh’s eyelids fluttered over Astarion’s cool touch.

“You should be in bed.”

“Too much to do,” Sekh whispered, as Astarion moved to brush a few wild, free strands of hair from his forehead. “And the society is expecting me shortly. I need to finish, get dressed-'' he cut off to cough again, covering his mouth and shaking with the sheer force.

“Oh like hells are you leaving this house.” Once Sekh’s coughing stopped, Astarion nearly hoisted him up from his chair. Sekh complained loudly, but the vampire ignored him, taking his hand and leading him back towards the ladder to the main level. “Yenna!” Astarion called as he climbed up, Sekh following- which was good, because Astarion knew he couldn’t physically drag the drow up alone.

The girl hopped out of the chair she still inhabited, as Astarion pulled himself out of the hatch and turned, helping Sekh out as well. Even through his sweater, Astarion could feel his feverish heat.

“Would you be a dear and go visit Blurg and let him know Sekh will not be leaving the house today.” Sekh frowned, folded his arms- a childish pout at being ordered around. Astarion ignored it for the moment. “And perhaps ask if he may have anything for his fever.”

“Leave it to me!” The girl was running for the door before Astarion could do more, her cat jumping and following her. She was always eager to visit the Society anyway- being sent over on her own probably felt like a treat.

“And you,” Astarion said, turning to Sekh, “back to bed.”

“Astarion-”

“Sekh.”

“Starshine-”

“Sekh’met.” Astarion folded his arms, and the drow sighed, bowing his head. The fact that his stubbornness didn’t push the argument further was proof enough that he must have felt wretched.

“Let me get my notes at least,” Sekh asked, “I can read from bed.”

Astarion’s look softened, and he gently guided Sekh away from the still open hatch. “I’ll get them,” he said, not moving until Sekh was halfway up the stairs, calling back that he needed the notes on Bulbfruits specifically.

While Astarion had no real interest in whatever grew in the Underdark- he didn’t need his lover to specify. He knew exactly what Sekh was studying currently- he’d been at the Society of Brilliance’s Lodge more nights than he can count as the drow fervently discussed the flora. This had been the most recent topic for a month now.

Astarion let himself back down to the basement and over to Sekh’s desk. It was littered with open journals, loose papers in the drow’s scrawling, sketchy handwriting. Possibly the worst Astarion had ever seen.

It made him smile.

Astarion picked up a few, setting them aside when he was able to determine they were not on the correct weed. He set them neatly in a pile, thinking that perhaps if Sekh were to get some rest maybe he could sneak back down here and tidy up- just a bit.

He ended up with one of the journals and a few loose scraps of paper. He made his way back up the ladder, closing the hatch, and then up to their bedroom. Sekh had lit his bedside lamp, had shed his large cardigan and was working a brush through his now free, still tangled hair.

It had grown so much over the past eight months, since the Brain- and hadn’t been dyed in the last two, since they had been reunited with their companions. All of the pink had faded, leaving only Sekh’s natural ginger.

Astarion preferred it like this, but he never said so. He knew Sekh’s hair dying was sentimental, and he wouldn’t take that away from the drow.

Sekh set his hair brush down, happily taking the reading materials from Astarion. The vampire crawled onto the bed, settling next to Sekh and taking up the brush, working it through his thick, silken hair. The drow opened the journal, quietly reading to himself.

When Astarion was satisfied that the tangles were all removed, he gathered up Sekh’s hair, began braiding it slowly. Sekh glanced at him, a little smile crawling onto his flushed face. Astarion caught it and returned the smile, leaning forward and kissing his warm cheek, as he tied off the braid.

Astarion slid his arms around Sekh, happy to soak up his feverish heat, as the drow went back to reading silently. It wasn’t long before Astarion could hear the door opening, and Yenna’s quick footsteps running up the stairs.

She was getting lighter on her feet- Astarion was rather proud of that. He’d been spending time with her in the evenings, teaching her all of the fun ways to sneak around, the showiest ways to twirl a dagger. She would never be defenseless again.

She burst in, arms full of a very large tome and a few small pouches, spilling the contents on the bed, and nearly losing her footing. Before Astarion could reach out to brace her she was back properly on her feet, grabbing one of the pouches and passing it to Sekh.

“Blurg said this will make you feel right as rain,” she announced proudly, “in a few days,” she added, and Sekh groaned. He flopped back onto his pillows, and Astarion rolled his eyes.

“So dramatic,” he mumbled, taking the pouch and pulling the bottle from it. Sekh glanced at him, his face screaming really- as if Astarion had the right to call anyone dramatic.

“He said it’ll help you rest and with the fever.” Sekh blindly reached for the pouch Astarion had discarded, not sitting up as he fished out a small, hand written note. The vampire assumed it listed whatever was in this and how to take it.

He trusted the Hobgoblin and his Mindflayer to not poison Sekh. Strange company as they were, Astarion knew they had become some of Sekh’s closest friends.

“Blurg said it’s really gross though,” Yenna pointed out, tossing one of the other, much smaller pouches onto Sekh. It landed on his belly, and whatever could possibly be inside must have excited the drow, because he shot back up into a sitting position-

So fast that he reached up for his head, as if he’d made himself dizzy. Astarion reached over and rubbed his back soothingly, as Sekh opened the pouch and shook out a small, round, red speckled candy.

With a grin large enough to split his cheeks, he popped it into his mouth. Astarion had only ever tasted them second hand- from Sekh’s still sticky lips in countless fervent kisses- but they were sweet as honey, with a spice that he imagined could burn open the drow’s airways.

The Hobgoblin made them, whatever spice coming from some plant in the Underdark. Astarion knew Sekh had recognized it immediately, but he could never for the life or death of him remember the name.

Yenna had another small pouch, presumably of her own, which she tucked into her pocket.  “He said if you’re feeling okay and bored this book should keep you busy.” Sekh gathered up the large, well worn tome before Astarion could, opening it and leaving it on his lap. The vampire knew he’d have to wrestle it away from his lover soon if he wanted Sekh to actually get some rest.

“Thank you, Yenna,” Sekh said, “I’d hug you but I do not want to get you sick. Wait…” he glanced at Astarion, “Can I get you sick?”

The alarm in his voice was cute.

Astarion waved him off. “No darling, you can’t.” Whatever virus the drow had wouldn’t have anything to take root in within Astarion. He only ever worried about sickness in someone’s blood.

Astarion climbed out of the bed, guiding Yenna from the room. He did echo Sekh’s concern about not wanting to get the girl sick. He could argue that he didn’t want to have to play nursemaid to two people- but in reality, he was fairly sure his chest would crack in half if he heard Yenna so much as cough painfully once.

Good thing Yenna always had plenty to entertain her outside the house. Most days if she wasn’t with Sekh down in his little mad alchemist lab she was running about the city, Grub in tow. She’d made friends, Astarion knew- and he was proud of her for it. Granted, the little thing had never been shy, she’d proven that when she’d first approached Sekh, a gods damned drow, whom she had never met in her life, when they’d first arrived at Wyrms’ Crossing so many months ago.

“Make sure you’re at the Elfsong before dark,” Astarion advised, “I’ll come walk you home.”

“I could walk myself home,” Yenna pointed out, and yes, yes she could, and Astarion was sure that if anyone gave her trouble she’d give them twice the trouble back-

But he and Sekh weren’t willing to risk it. She was still a child, and any city after dark wasn’t a place for a child to be alone.

“You know,” Yenna added, as Astarion tried to tidy her hair a bit. It was getting quite long, but still shaggy. She had a few small braids scattered throughout the mess that he had painstakingly done. She wasn’t one for frills of any sorts, but she’d indulged him. “If we file my teeth to look like yours, no one would bother me.”

“And out with you,” Astarion said, face scrunched in mock annoyance as he pushed her towards the door. She laughed, before turning and wrapping her arms around him. Astarion dropped the annoyed act, lifting her up and spinning her once, just to hear her laugh into his chest. “Whatever you do, just remember-”

“Don’t get caught,” Yenna finished, as Astarion let her down. He grinned and waved her off, and she was out the door so quickly Astarion barely saw a flash of the sunlight, outside.

Astarion went back upstairs, found Sekh exactly where he had left him, flipping a page in the large tome. The medicine Blurg had provided was definitely untouched, next to him. He glanced up as Astarion leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms- and his stare was enough. With a sheepish look- and Astarion would never, ever tell Sekh how utterly precious it was- Sekh picked up the bottle and opened it, downing a mouthful. His candy was already long gone.

He made a face, closing the bottle and setting it on his bedside table. “As bad as whatever Omeluum had you drink in the Underdark?” Astarion asked as he crossed the room.

“Gods no, nothing will ever be worse than that.” Astarion settled down next to him, reached out to brush his hand along Sekh’s forehead. He felt even warmer than he had earlier. Astarion frowned, but Sekh leaned into his touch, ginger lashes fluttering as his eyes shut, enjoying how cool the vampire was in comparison to him. “You feel nice.”

Astarion chuckled, pulled his hand back just to tuck it behind Sekh’s neck, under his hair. He shivered, and Astarion leaned in, brushed his chilled lips against Sekh’s flushed cheek.

“I feel like I’m on fire,” Sekh admitted, turning, eyes flicking to Astarion’s lips. The vampire knew the look well- the same look Sekh gave him anytime the drow wanted to kiss him, but found some- typically quite worthless- reason not to.

Astarion pressed a slow kiss to his mouth. His lips felt like burning flowers, silken but so hot. Sekh sighed against him, one hand fisting in Astarion’s shirt. The vampire traced his tongue along the seam of Sekh’s lips, and when the drow sighed, pushed his way in.

He could taste the ghost of the candy, that familiar honey and spice that he was coming to equate to Sekh. But over it was the bitter, herbal flavor of the medicine, a heavy, almost dirt like taste.

“You taste awful,” Astarion mumbled, even as he stole another kiss. Sekh pulled back, laughing so hard that he had to cover his mouth as it dissolved into a coughing fit.

“You still kissed me,” he pointed out, once he could speak again. Astarion hummed in response, reached for the tome in Sekh’s lap and shut the book. For a moment the vampire thought Sekh might fight him on it- but the rebellious look was fleeting, and Sekh let Astarion heft the book over to his bedside table.

Astarion pulled the blanket back, and fought down a bemused smile as Sekh tugged his shirt off and tossed it away, flopping down onto the sheets and reaching for his pants.

“I’m too hot,” he mumbled, catching Astarion staring. The elf would be the last to ever complain about Sekh stripping of his clothing. Instead he reached out, dragged his fingers along Sekh’s bare stomach, along his navel, pausing at his pelvis. Sekh gasped, arched into the touch, before he reached up, covered his own mouth with his hand, shocked at the reaction himself.

Well.

“I can cool you off,” Astarion offered, working quite hard to keep his voice tender and not suggestive. Sekh didn’t even hesitate at the suggestion, squirming out of his remaining clothing and asking, skin to skin?

Astarion climbed out of bed to strip properly, leaving his clothing folded on the floor. When he crawled back into bed, he reached for Sekh, pulled the drow’s back flush to his chest, stretched out across his body. Sekh squirmed, sighing, as Astarion’s arm hooked around him, hand splayed on his belly.

He burned hotter than the hells, against Astarion. A heat unlike anything Astarion had felt. He’d be alarmed if Sekh didn’t seem to be functioning so well and already medicated. Astarion leaned down, nuzzled into his neck, dragged lazy kisses along his pulse.

Sekh squirmed, little breaths escaping him, and Astarion’s hand slid lower along his belly, without thought. He caught himself as his fingers grazed the soft skin of Sekh’s mound, instantly moving his hand to Sekh’s hip.

“Sorry darling,” he mumbled, almost embarrassed that he’d fallen into wanting to touch so quickly.

But Sekh just reached for the hand on his hip, squeezed Astarion’s fingers and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice, “Would you?” He guided Astarion’s hand back, slid it over his mound, and Astarion could feel the twitch in the drow’s hips, wanting to grind against his hand.

And oh, who was he to ever deny his drow?

Astarion slid his fingers along Sekh’s lips, past them, groaned because still he burned even hotter. He teased his clit slowly, felt his lover shiver against him. “Love,” Sekh breathed, and Astarion kissed at his pulse again, murmured sweet little nothings that rang far too true in his heart. His touches were slow, teasing circles, knowing exactly how to slowly bring Sekh up to an ecstatic high.

Sekh continued to squirm, to grind against his hand. Astarion couldn’t stop the way his hips canted against his lover’s plush ass, his own cock stirring over the heat, over Sekh’s little breaths, over knowing he was the cause of even just a moment of bliss for this man.

Astarion slid his fingers off Sekh’s clit, got a frustrated little groan that turned into a needy whine as his finger teased at his entrance. He didn’t push inside- as much as he wanted to- simply dragged the wetness he found back up to Sekh’s hard clit, sliding over it again and again and again now.

Sekh tipped his head back, grinding against Astarion’s fingers. The vampire could tell he was so close already- knew every little tick of his desires, his body. He moved to Sekh’s ear, whispered, “can you come for me?” and the drow arched, cried out his name, shaking as his orgasm wracked his body.

Oh, Astarion it would delight for eternity that he could speak this man into euphoria.

His touches slowed but didn’t stop, easing Sekh through his orgasm. The drow writhed, creating a delicious friction against Astarion’s now fully hard cock. The vampire jerked his hips against him, bit back a growl, tried to tell himself to take a breath, to relax.

This wasn’t about him. Not this time.

Yet as Sekh began to calm, he purposely pushed back against Astarion, making the thought feel fleeting. The vampire pressed his face into Sekh’s hair, inhaled a shaking breath. “It’ll pass,” he mumbled, knowing Sekh was all too aware of his aching cock.

Sekh hummed softly. “It doesn’t have to…”

“Sekh.” The drow craned his neck to catch Astarion’s eyes, gave him one of his dazzling smiles that always stopped Astarion’s undead heart, made his belly cramp up with how much love could be visible in just a single curl of the man’s lips.

“I want you to,” Sekh said, adding, “if you want to.”

Astarion bit his own lip, fangs poking against tender flesh. Because gods he did want it, he wanted to be locked inside this man every waking second of eternity. And just knowing he was wanted, endlessly-

Astarion grasped at Sekh’s thigh. “Hook your leg up over me darling,” he murmured. Sekh did as he was asked, his leg hooking up over Astarion’s hip. Astarion grasped his own cock, teased himself along Sekh’s slit, loved the little breath that rushed out of Sekh. He smiled to himself, before easing in slowly.

Sekh’s body was hotter than it had ever been, a sheer inferno that had Astarion’s mind going white hot blank. He groaned, buried himself into his lover far quicker than he meant to, felt his stomach knotting up in a warning that this wouldn’t last.

Sekh shuddered, reaching across the bed to grasp at the sheets, squirming and writing against Astarion, a silent plea for him to move, to stroke each nerve inside his body. Astarion moved his hand back to Sekh’s cunt, two fingers siding around his clit, jerking at the hardened bud to match each desperate thrust he gave him.

Sekh’s mouth fell open, little cries and mewls spilling into the air. He was panting within seconds, pushing himself back to meet each of Astarion’s thrusts. The vampire growled, got his mouth on the crook of Sekh’s shoulder, teeth holding him, but not breaking skin.

The drow shuddered, started whining bite me, over and over again, as Astarion thrust into him with abandon. Gods he’d meant to be softer, but Sekh was making it impossible.

“No,” Astarion breathed, as much as he wanted to. The feeling of Sekh’s skin breaking for his fangs, the trickle of his sweet blood along Astarion’s tongue, always took their love making to a level Astarion didn’t know was possible, had never been able to fathom before Sekh.

But he wasn’t out of his mind enough to think biting Sekh was a good idea while the man was ill.

Sekh groaned, but didn’t push further. Instead he tried to tighten his leg draped over Astarion, to pull him deeper.

Astarion moaned, the sound followed by a full body shudder from Sekh, over it. Astarion was so close, he could feel his muscles coiling into knots, his stomach tight, his balls fucking aching. Gods damned,it felt nearly pathetic, he’d barely been inside his drow, but, but-

Sekh could undo him in seconds.

He switched his movements to quick strokes of Sekh’s clit, refusing to take his own bliss without the drow joining him. Sekh whined, turned his head and bit at the pillow, muffling his little noises as Astarion felt his body clenching around him, right on the edge-

It was Astarion, moaning his name, unabashed and adoring, that sent him over the edge. That sent Sekh into a second, sobbing orgasm, his leg tightening on Astarion, pulling him impossibly deep.

With a relieved groan, smiling, Astarion let himself come, staying nestled into Sekh’s fever hot body, as the drow’s waning orgasm milked him fucking dry. It was moments of pure, unadulterated heaven.

And then Sekh was relaxing against him. Astarion moved his hand so his arm could lock around his partner and nuzzled into his neck, peppering soft, affectionate kisses along his skin. He felt slightly less warm, somehow- and Astarion hoped the medicine was helping.

Astarion stayed inside Sekh until the drow squirmed, finally pulling away. The room’s air felt frigid compared to his heat, but Astarion bit back any complaints, as Sekh rolled onto his back, looked up at him with drowsy eyes. “Tired?” Astarion asked, and Sekh nodded. Without even a moment of thought, Astarion was climbing out of bed, taking a few moments to clean up the mess he’d left on his pretty darling.

Normally he’d be more than happy to slide between Sekh’s legs and lick him clean, but he didn’t want to push the man. He needed to rest.

Once done, he crawled back into bed, and Sekh pushed up against him, wrapped his arms around him and settled just below his chin. “You don’t have to stay,” he whispered, even as he held tightly to Astarion.

The vampire chuckled. “I don’t believe I could move if I wanted to now, pet.” He paused, before adding, “Not that I want to. To be clear. I don’t.”

Sekh laughed, but it was a slow, half asleep sound. He was fading fast. Astarion kissed the top of his head gently, fingers tracing along his damp spine.

“Sweet dreams, my love,” he whispered, intent that when Sekh awoke, he’d be the first thing he saw.

[evolutionsvoid]

The Grand Sanguine Ball was an event everyone looked forward to every year, except for the mortals who wound up filling out the buffets and goblets. Every vampire from every corner of the land came to this night of endless festivities, ready to drown themselves in food, drink, dance and carnal pleasure. Blood and music would flow and fill the halls of the massive estate, and the fun wouldn't stop til the vile sun arose once more. However, this year would be a bit different, as the festivities were cut a bit short this time around.

An army of slayers descended upon the estate, seeking to end the party that consumed so many mortals and finish off the vampire horde that danced upon their graves. The attack came without warning, and the drunk guests stood no chance against the furious legion. Every being in the mansion was slaughtered, torn to pieces and ground to a bloody pulp. By the time the slayers were done, the estate was now awash with the blood and guts of the entire party, their own viscera joining the bloody buffet. The army left this battlefield as victors, sure that they had ended the threat for good. However, vampire blood is not so easily slain, even if their body has long been ground to beef. The remains of the countless guests soaked the entire mansion, seeping into the floors, furniture and very air. But what arose from this carnage were not restless spirits seeking revenge, but the last memories of the party goers, still lost in the many pleasures and wonders the disrupted ball had provided. The lights have turned back on in this bloody mansion, and the music has risen to a fevered pitch once more, but what dances and drinks the endless night away is now the very estate itself. 

One of the few things remaining after the entire party had been reduced to blood and gore were the maggots, born and raised upon the countless drained corpses. When the ball was interrupted and destroyed, these pale grubs feasted upon the blood and abandoned food, growing swollen on vampiric essence. When the party started up once more, but with dancing soaked furniture and living blood splattered lamps, the maggots were cobbled together with their rotted feast to become the butlers that served the ravenous party goers. Suits swollen with writhing maggots and decomposing meat, now slithering through the mansion and flooded dance floors, serving trays of long expired food and goblets of blood wine that had long spoiled. Yet, no one minds it a bit, as they are lost forever in this endless dance, partying in a night that defies the very sun and sky.   

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"Rotted Butlers"

Part of an old dumb concept I once had, but didn't go too far with. The first of the month probably called for something a bit more grand, but I have a headache.

[mik-mania]

i also want 2 participate in grub fever umm. send me the name of one of ur trolls + mine and ill draw their lovegrub. :)

[originemesis]

@deathinfeathers xxx

Her weighted blanket of a husband provides just the right sort of pressure to kick-start the pleased rumble of a gas engine nestled somewhere in the depths of her throat. Monochrome plumes circumscribing her slender neck inflate like the ruff of some type of fancy pigeon. Content. His query gives her pause which is promptly followed up by a lighthearted snort of a laugh. He really hasn't the first clue how to tend an egg. "It needs a proper heat source. It is incapable of regulating it's temperature by itself. A blanket will not do. Perhaps one of those which warms up when you plug it into an outlet."

Can't hide anything from him! He's already preening at the fluff once hunkered down, working on smoothing it back down, though arguably is making it worse since the static from his mask is causing it to frizz more. Oh well...maybe if he keeps at it they'll equilibrize and then go on a tasing crusade around heaven. Because that's totally what power couples do.

"Well, I mean-...would be toastier. I guess...? If you like a flash fried omelet after a random power surge." With a shrug, he wonders if she even notices the internal oven at his core with how hot it's running against her back. "Souls are a more steady temp by comparison~ unless you're like running a fever or some shit." Waving off the side thought, he directs her gaze with a brush of primaries to show off the glowing portal bleeding light from his chest directly over the A of his robe. He stashed stuff in there all the time- usually snacks or copies of biblically accurate angel swimsuit mags. It feels like an oven door once opened, albeit a tad more stable than the heat a broiler could offer.

"Tch~ why don'tcha stash it here and go round us up some grub?" Because he'd likely starve if she's just sitting around on some egg that's likely just another blank anyway.

[bug-decal-kissing]

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