#he’s real lost in the sauce now 😅

[starcunin]

Astarion stands frozen, blinking in disbelief as Puck rushes to reassure him, grasping his hand and pressing it against the steady thrum of his pulse. The rapid beat beneath his fingertips feels shockingly real, despite everything——despite the blood, the death, the madness of it all. Alive. He’s alive. The truth of it pulses beneath his palm, and for a moment, Astarion can’t process it. His mind is still swimming in a thick fog of ecstasy and confusion, the lingering intoxication from Puck’s blood making it hard to think, hard to focus.

Puck is alive, and he’s… not angry. He’s not lashing out, not recoiling in horror. He’s… comforting him?? Astarion’s eyes widen further, his thoughts stuttering to a halt. He hadn’t expected any of this. Not even a little bit. Part of him had braced for an attack, for fury, or worse——for Puck to vanish into nothingness, confirming his blood-soaked delirium. But this? This easy forgiveness? This absurd, naive reassurance?

Astarion blinks again, his bloodied fingers still resting against the warm pulse in Puck’s throat. This is real. As much as his mind rebels against it, it’s happening. The fear, the panic that had gripped him moments ago, starts to fade into something quieter. A muted relief washes over him, dulling the sharp edges of his guilt. Puck is alive. He’s not angry. He’s not dead. The relief comes swiftly, but with it, the guilt lingers——an ugly weight pressing down on his chest. He killed Puck. He drained him dry, and yet here the man is, standing before him, more concerned about Astarion’s well-being than his own. It’s almost laughable, if it weren’t so deeply unsettling. Astarion lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his fingers twitching slightly against the warmth of Puck’s skin.

❛ Just like that? ❜ Astarion asks finally, his voice a touch incredulous. His fingers remain pressed to Puck’s pulse, feeling the rhythm of life beneath his cool touch. He raises his other hand, pinching his index and thumb together, emphasizing his next words, ❛ You’re not even a teeny bit upset? ❜ His tone is somewhat teasing, but beneath it there’s an edge——a lingering disbelief that gnaws at him.

He feels his mouth begin to water again, an involuntary reaction to the proximity of that divine blood. He just drained him. He shouldn’t still want more, but, gods, he does. His fangs ache faintly, the hunger stirring once more, despite the fact that he’s just gorged himself on the man’s very essence. He should be satisfied. Sated. But the longer he stands here, the more the need returns, like a fire rekindling from embers. His mind is still a mess, a chaotic swirl of conflicting emotions——guilt, fear, confusion, lust, and an overwhelming, electric longing that hums beneath his skin. His fingers trail down the line of Puck’s throat, feather-light, tracing the path his fangs had taken earlier. The skin there is flawless, untouched, as if the entire thing had been nothing but both a wonderful dream and a terrible nightmare.

Astarion leans in slightly, his breath hitching as his fingertips brush against the smooth skin of Puck’s jaw, up to his chin, and then over the soft curve of his lips. There’s a charge to every touch, a static shock that sends shivers down his spine. It’s like he’s drunk, but not on wine——on the sheer impossibility of Puck’s existence, on the divine blood that still sings in his veins, on the electric pulse of life beneath his fingers.

❛ What are you? ❜ Astarion whispers, the words slipping out before he can stop them. His voice is low, reverent, like he’s speaking to something sacred. ❛ You defy every expectation I’ve ever had about anything. ❜ His fingertips linger on Puck’s lips, tracing the soft line of them, each touch sending a ripple of sensation through him. The world feels too sharp, too bright, too alive, and Astarion is lost in it, drowning in the impossibly of Puck’s essence, and his continued existence.

Astarion stares at Puck, utterly dumbfounded. He has no idea. None. The man is standing there, blinking at him with that same perplexed expression, utterly oblivious to the fact that he was just dead. Astarion’s mind reels, struggling to comprehend how someone could be so… clueless, so naive, that they wouldn’t even notice their heart had stopped. He barely thinks he hears Puck’s words correctly at first—something about being so horny he passed out??—and when they finally register, Astarion’s mouth opens in disbelief. His lips twitch, and this time, the laugh that escapes him is more prominent, a sharp, almost hysterical sound that cuts through the air. It’s not a laugh born of humor, not really. It’s too nervous, too frantic, tinged with disbelief and something darker——an edge of panic buried beneath the staggering intoxication.

A part of him wants to let it go, to let Puck believe whatever nonsense he’s come up with in that strange head of his. It would be easier, wouldn’t it? To walk away from this, wipe his hands clean, and never speak of it again. Let Puck live in his blissful ignorance. But…

But Puck died. Astarion killed him. HIS THROAT WAS RIPPED OPEN, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. The weight of it hits him all over again, the truth settling like a stone in his gut, heavy and sickening. ❛ My gods, ❜ he murmurs, and runs a bloodied hand through his hair, tugging slightly at the roots, trying to ground himself. ❛ Okay—❜ The word is a sharp exhale, as if he’s steeling himself for what he’s about to say. He takes a step back, finally removing his fingers from Puck’s chest, his hands twitching nervously at his sides. He’s not sure if he’s creating distance to protect himself, or if it’s for Puck’s sake.

❛ I’m about to tell you something, but before I do—❜ he pauses, his eyes searching Puck’s face, trying to gauge how to deliver the truth without unraveling completely, ❛ I need you to know that… you’re the first person I’ve ever tasted. ❜ Astarion’s voice wavers, uncertainty threading through his words as he tries to make sense of it all, tries to somehow justify what he did. ❛ I’ve only ever eaten rats, or… that boar. Cazador, my master—he forbade the blood of thinking creatures. So when I drank from you…❜

His voice falters, his fingers fidgeting anxiously at his sides, twisting into the fabric of his bloodstained clothes. But the weight of what he’s done presses down on him, suffocating, and he has no choice but to continue. ❛ I lost control, ❜ he confesses. He doesn’t want to say it, doesn’t want to admit it out loud, but there’s no avoiding it. ❛ I just killed you, Puck, ❜ the weight of it nearly knocks the breath from him, but now that it’s out he feels like he’s going to spiral.

❛ And now…❜ He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes wide, wild with the cocktail of terror and exhilaration surging through him. ❛ Now I’m entirely positive that because I drained you, I’m more inebriated than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life to the point where I’ve actually lost my mind, and I’m standing here talking to your bloody corpse. ❜ The words spill out in a rush, his voice quick, frantic, barely pausing for breath, and his string of words ends with yet another nervous chuckle. Anxiety claws at his insides, twisting through the lingering pleasure, until he’s left standing there, trembling, caught between the thrill of power and the icy grip of fear. He’s never felt anything like this—this staggering feeling of euphoria, of strength, of utter bliss—mixed with bone-deep terror.

[marclef]

That "Doctor Zaza" spam message is not only freaking halarious, but it's gotten me curious as to what Fake Peppino would look like if he was just high af

...... you wanna know what the dumb thing is.

this IS something i've legitimately had a couple headcanons about hehe 😅

for my Fake Peppino, since he absorbs stuff so well, if by chance he ended up ingesting any smoke or edible into his system, it'd hit him HARD, getting him so out of it and relaxed that he'd barely be able to keep form. literally just a living goop pile at that point.

(lost in the sauce........)

and another thing, he'd be even clingier to friends/others around him than normal. probably going up to Peppino or somebody and trying to wrap around them, which, at that point, wouldn't even be dangerous at all from how goopy he is. it would just be real sticky.

the good, goopy boy just wants to be real clingy now.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

These audio's have taken me so far south I started listening to German mumblefaps and I just tried to listen to kontra k and it turned me on. I'm so irretrievably lost in the sauce. How do fix asking for a friend.

...when you find out please let me know 😅

I have so many audios saved. I literally search 'ramblefap' and 'real orgasm' or 'speaker orgasm' daily on GWA 🤣🤣. The sounds those men make??? I dunno if I wanna fix this. I'm happy being lost in the sauce. Like...the scripted stuff is cool and all especially if the guy is actually touching himself BUT nothing will beat the genuine ramblefaps. The ones where the guy is so into it he can barely speak or the ones where they've been edging all day so their orgasms are REALLY intense 😫😫😫😫

Now I gotta go listen lololol

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you. Haha yes the more fun fact I get, the longer your nickname will be! 😅

I love eggs with rice. There's this seasoning sauce that I put on the rice, it's not soy sauce though. It's my go to meal if I am lazy or have leftover rice.

No no, cheese on steak? No that just sounds crazy. And sautéed mushrooms are so good too, do you put onions with it? I've only had tofu when I was younger when I had to give up meat for Lent. I liked it I think 😅

Do you have a favorite brand of dark chocolate? I like Lindt Lindor chocolates..the little red ball of chocolate that has stuff in the middle. They are so good, whenever I get a bag, I put it in the fridge because I think it's so much better cold.

I like Claire, she can be a hard ass sometimes but I think she means well. I love her and Phil's relationship, they're such opposites but they flow and work well together. So you're the strict parent and he is the fun happy go lucky parent? 🤣

I think I would be like Phil if I did have kids. I am already like him now with my nieces and nephew. I agree, I wanted Haley to end up with Andy, Dylan is okay but he is just so dumb... at least Haley has good senses sometimes. I have a few favorite episodes, I love the one where Claire was online and we see everything from her laptop. What about you?

You know, I have never had a real tree at all. Every year I always think it would be the year I'll try to have a real tree, but then change my mind because cats. Hahaha.

I think I would rather go into the future too. So you'd fix your own mistake or the mistake of society?

Would you rather be funny but really dumb or boring but super smart?

- CuriousGeorge

Hi hi! I just woke up. I fell asleep when i tried to make my daughter nap in her new room. 😅 gosh, nap always make me feel so good. Lol. Then i woke up n get ready to go get our christmas tree and had dinner. I drove there, n now we r on the way home.

Hahhaha im surprised that u didnt come up with a new nickname after my last answer. 😅 how was ur day by the way?

Yeeess eggs with rice are so good. Oh which sauce is that? I might know.haha is it like a seasoning sauce with a green cap on the bottle?

Yeah cheese on steak is a no go for me. I would go there but order it without the cheese.lol. no i dont out onion on my steak.. i dont really like onions but if it's called in a recipe to bring up flavors, i dont mind.. i hate onion rings.. i cant stand the smell, n the thought of how greasy it is makes me feel uncomfortable.😁 buuutttt, i loooooveee green onions. Especially if it's fresh cut on my rice or soup..

Do u eat spicy? Also what about food with spice and herbs? What spices n herbs u like? I looooove lemon grass and basil.

Oh mushrooms are good. My favorite mushroom is shitake mushroom and the black ones that looks like an ear (i think thats how some people call it) it has crunchy texture.

Oh tofu, i looove tofu! I love anyway we can cook on tofu. When i was a kid my sister used to call me the "tofu kid" 😅

Haha thats my favorite toooo! Thats like the truffle one or something, right?But i like the black ones.. u should try it! I also like the bar one, dark chocolate with orange, or with sea salt. U should try it. I can give u a pict of them if u want.

Haha yeah im the not so fun parent who keep trying to draw lines of rules. 😅 so yeah im kinda like Claire.. aaw thats sweet that u r like phil. Hahhaha.u will be the fun parent. N yes! I want Hailey to be end up it Andy.. or Arvin the british scientist.lol.

OH MY GOOOOD! Yeees! Yes! That's my favorite episode too! I love u more for that! It's the season 6 episode 16 n the episode called "Connection Lost" hahaha. I watch that episode so many times n i still laughed out loud. The part that Cam said to Claire "Not cool, Grandma!" After she dumped out the life changing popcorn 🤣 gosh i love that episode. It's a very cool concept n all the jokes are so funny.. any favorite part? I can even talk about that episode on n on.hahhaha.

U should try to get one, a small one so if the cats climb on it n it falls it wont be that bad 😁. I love the smell of the real tree.. i got a different type than i usually get n it smells so much better.

Yeah i will try to fix my mistakes first n hv a better life n when i hv enough power to do that i would try to fix what i can fix around the society 😅 i hope i dont sound too weird or anything.

I think i would rather be smart n boring. I meant it's fun to b funny but im sure it will get old n people wont think im funny anymore. If im smart i can create something good for people n if they dont like me for being boring, its fine with me. I dont mind to hv small circle of friends that appreciate my existence despite me being boring. 😅 what about u?

Cheerio!