#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ verse: fledgling.

[byanyan]

ㅤhave some fledgling verse info that i've been meaning to get into forever but am somehow only getting to now!! i've (finally) done some further reading on vtm lore, looked into merits and flaws, and played around a bit with character sheets, so i feel more confident in getting into how being thin-blooded affects byan and how the curse differs for them compared to a fully-fledged vampire. ...even though i'm still playing fast and loose with the rules and maintaining some creative freedom with it since i'm not creating them for the purpose of running a campaign, and given the fact that being thin-blooded affects everyone differently.

they have about the same resilience to damage as a fully-fledged vampire, but heal more slowly

they are also as prone to frenzy as your average kindred is, if not slightly more so given their temperamental disposition and less than stable mental health

they are slightly more resilient in regard to sunlight, but not nearly enough so to risk actually stepping out into it. they are, however, able to stay awake after the sun rises and even retain a lot of the difficulties in sleeping which they had in life

their heart hasn't ceased beating entirely, but it beats very slowly and weakly. it's actually more unnerving to them when everything is quiet and it's the only thing they can hear than if it didn't beat at all, they think. something about it just feels wrong

they can eat food, but it's incredibly difficult and takes a lot of effort. too much effort to be worth the little sustenance it provides in most cases, outside of maybe some very specific and unlikely emergency situations

similarly, they can indulge in alcohol and drugs, but the effect is weak and requires amounts that would be dangerous to a human for them to actually feel drunk or high. as with food, it requires a lot of effort to keep their body from rejecting it

they can get sick. not easily, but it can happen, and medicine doesn't do a damn thing

they look a little more alive than a fully-fledged vampire, but they're still a bit paler, a bit thinner, and overall look a bit more sickly than they ever did in life

when feeding, they aren't able to lick the wound fully closed. they've tried. they've spent a couple minutes trying before, to no avail

they aren't completely incapable of forming blood bonds and embracing new thin-bloods, but it's very hit or miss — sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. not that they've ever actually tested it because they do fully believe that they're incapable

they aren't able to create ghouls, however

they are faster, stronger, and have better reflexes than a human, but not nearly to the same extent as a full vampire. they got a buff, just not a very strong one

this is less relevant to how the curse affects them, but it's a note i want to make all the same: they're still trying to get a grasp on blood resonances and how to use the disciplines they can temporarily gain from different types. they're also actively seeking a way to learn thin-blood alchemy and/or someone to teach them, but have been unsuccessful thus far

#love the concept of them being trapped in this weird and uncomfortable limbo between mortal and vampire (: #they got some perks but mostly it's a lot of disadvantages on both sides and isn't that just the story of their life am i right #oooooh and i can't tell you how tempted I was to give them the baby teeth flaw omgggg #the idea of them not being able to bite and having to use a knife to feed instead is REALLY funny to me #and would have been this added insult to injury that they would have hated #...but i'm too much of a sucker for fangs so i couldn't do it to 'em #also played around with the idea of making them vitae dependent just for some extra spice but #i think that would've made things a little too hard on them when they're lowkey kind of avoiding most kindred #anyway idk what inspired me to finally jot this all down but u bet it happened in the middle of the night last night smh #here it is. hopefully this bodes well for doing replies later 🤞 #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ verse: fledgling.

[deathinfeathers]

//Gonna adjust main verse² Lute's age to be 431 instead of 131.

#Makes more sense with some of the backstory and world building adjustments I've made in this verse #Elu and Lute still share a lot of the same history #Been in Adam's service for approx 300 years #Was in Sera's for a little under a hundred #And Ephraim's since she was a fledgling pre Sera and Adam

[travellingwiththedead]

And then he did stop using it, because Lestat's a jerk but he sometimes does listen to the people he loves.

#iwtv #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc spoilers #also in other vampire lore fledglings are very much the slaves of their masters #like literally #not in the VC verse tho

[iinexorabile]

a little tag dumping for your woes

#;the fledgling phoenix (muse: tong); #;king of strategic decisions (muse: jia); #;come see inside my bones (headcanons: tong); #;i'm twisting allegories now (headcanons: jia); #;take apart your demons (tong verse: modern!fantasy); #;i see what's mine and take it (jia verse: pokemon); #;dark necessities are part of my design (jia verse: fate); #;smooth criminal (jia verse: modern!fantasy); #;a land divided (jia verse: base verse); #;a land in chaos (tong verse: base verse); #;soaring phoenix (tong verse: fate); #;the deep and the dark (tong verse: JJK); #;the worst in kind (tong verse: elden ring); #;cyclones and bloodsoaked dreams (tong verse: bleach); #;the winds of change (tong verse: fe3h); #;you won't forget my name (jia verse: fe3h); #;blessed or cursed (jia verse: JJK); #;crystals in the night (jia verse: DODNIER); #;throwing shapes at the sky (tong answers); #;the lies i weave are oh so intricate (jia answers); #;a time for conversation (tong banter & dash com); #;spoken on the side (jia banter & dash com); #;visions in the tempest (tong aesthetics); #;dress me up and watch me die (jia aesthetics); #;everything with form is ephemeral (jia musings); #;the darkness is the light (tong musings); #;letting loose (tong shitposting); #;had too much to drink (jia shitposting); #//theres probably more but JHGSDFGHJSFGHJS

[luxshine]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Khonshu (Moon Knight), Steven Grant (Marvel), Marc Spector, Jake Lockley Additional Tags: Daddy Khonshu, Khonshu loves his Avatars, Good!Khonshu, Protective!Khonshu Series: Part 2 of Hijos de la Luna Summary:

Years ago, in a mental hospital in Chicago, Khonshu, God of the Moon, the Pathfinder, Embracer, Defender and Protector of the Travelers of the Night, meet three very special human souls and, without really knowing why, warmed up to them to the point of keep visiting the trio whenever he could.

Years later, he had to make them believe he hated them, when the truth was the absolute opposite.

This is the story of how that came to pass.

I STRONGLY recommend reading Despacito (Slowly) before this one.

Khonshu is freed, Amit is beaten... what is next? 

#Dad!Shu #Moon Knight #Moon Knight fanfic #Khonshu's side #Khonshu loves his avatars #Daddy Khonshu #Hijos de la luna verse #Despacito verse #Good Khonshu #Protective Khonshu #Do not touch Khonshu's fledglings or else.

[mxldito]

❛ Is that supposed to frighten me? ❜

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) SENTENCE STARTERS

Coyote snorted, "Not at all. Not to frighten but rather to warn." Bullying the young was more of the Camarilla's MO. Not theirs, not unless it was warranted. Their brow furrowed. This one seemed to be about as young in the face as a lot of their little gang, though there had been several that'd been less fortunate and ended up Embraced before they were even old enough to get their driver's license.

"Sorry if I came off as a little ominous or something. Things come out as the thought's formed." And the machine that pieces together the thoughts tends to make a slopjob of it every once in a while. "What I meant to say is to watch your step. There are a lotta tails to step on out this way and the animals they're attached to don't think twice about turning to snap. Lucky you, this animal has a brain, huh?" They grinned.

"You smoke, kid?" Maybe this one was feeling a little snappy too. They hoped that a small offering would disarm them.

#byanyan #// I assumed Byan's Fledgling verse if that's cool with you! If you want me to change anything let me know! #// And thankies btw :3 #⮚ Ring Ring. You've Reached The Stinky Maniac Hotline. (Asks)

[stainedpast]

He’s been exhausted, all his recent shifts are night ones and cramped with patient after the other: road traffic accidents, complicated labor, strokes and myocardial infarctions. Blood has been plenty on scenes but not on his PLATE. It’s exhausting, something that makes him wonder even more about who- no, what he is.

Finally at his house’s door, a small apartment for a physician, the exhaustion wearing him down, he doesn’t notice the light steps towards him, not until something sharp pokes at his back. Instinctively, he halts everything he’s doing, keys still in the lock, a deep sigh escapes before raising his hands in surrender and peace, he knows better than to offer money or ask for what they want, so he lets them lead.

@huntrcsss : (KNIFE) for sender to press the tip of a knife against someone's back. (for ezra!) | accepting

#answers: ezra jones #ezra: fledgling / main verse #huntrcsss #[jahhshs thanks sm for the ask n choosing ezra !!]

[firecreated]

beta tags

#❰ ☼ about. frankie. ― lionhearted girl. ❱ #❰ ☼ headcanon. frankie. ― some fear the fire. others simply become it. ❱ #❰ ☼ trivia. frankie. ― the light of a thousand little flames. ❱ #❰ ☼ behaviour. frankie. ― don’t let them tame you. ❱ #❰ ☼ skills. frankie. ― the fire inside burned brighter. ❱ #❰ ☼ interests & likes. frankie. ― what keeps the fire burning. ❱ #❰ ☼ aesthetic. frankie. ― sky above. earth below. fire within. ❱ #❰ ☼ dash memes & quizzes. frankie. ― spreading like wildfire. ❱ #❰ ☼ verse & thread ideas. ― all the possibilities. ❱ #❰ ☼ gallery. frankie. ― fledgling guildmaster. ❱ #❰ ☼ verse. 01. ― the distance between dreams and reality is called action. ❱ #❰ ☼ in character. frankie. ― fire in her soul. ❱ #❰ ☼ guild. phoenix dawn.― from the ashes. ❱

[threebetrayals]

verse tag dump.

“  ━━ ◤ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴏʀ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ; verse i: fledgling. ◢ “  ━━ ◤ ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ; ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀʀꜱᴏɴ ; verse i.i: scorned. ◢ “  ━━ ◤ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ; verse ii: harbinger. ◢ “  ━━ ◤ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ; verse iii: false god. ◢ “  ━━ ◤ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴏᴛ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ; verse iv: wanderer. ◢ “  ━━ ◤ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ: ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ: ʙᴜʀɴ ; verse: undetermined. ◢ “  ━━ ◤ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ / ɪ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ; verse: modern. ◢

#“ ━━ ◤ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴏʀ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ; verse i: fledgling. ◢ #“ ━━ ◤ ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ; ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀʀꜱᴏɴ ; verse i.i: scorned. ◢ #“ ━━ ◤ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ; verse ii: harbinger. ◢ #“ ━━ ◤ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ; verse iii: false god. ◢ #“ ━━ ◤ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴏᴛ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ; verse iv: wanderer. ◢ #“ ━━ ◤ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ: ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ: ʙᴜʀɴ ; verse: undetermined. ◢ #“ ━━ ◤ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ / ɪ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ; verse: modern. ◢

[starlightspun-archive]

🌓 Searching in the Ever-Twilight, we’ll Find who we’ve Lost or Die Trying 🌗

★ Over two years of experience

★ More than welcoming to OCs, AUs and crossovers

★ Mun is writing a book

★ Run by @daystar-daydreamer

Main promo // Rules // General about // Verse about // Image credits: Characters - Trees - Moons - Background

#Self promo #RP promo #OC RP promo #Fandomless OC #Fandomless RP #🌓 By Light of the Moons and Stars #🎎 Birds of a feather (Ekaterina and Dmitri) #💫 Origin of stars (Original story verse) #🐦 The First Fledgling of Winter (Dmitri) #🪆 The loveliest rose of Summer (Ekaterina)

[byanyan]

@bluefeathrsㅤㅤ(x)

ㅤso many questions gnawed at their mind as they stood there staring at the being inside the cage. maybe it shouldn't have come as a surprise, to have proof handed to them that there were still creatures out there they didn't know about, but something about seeing one for themself was inherently startling when, thus far, the only others they'd interacted with were fellow kindred. they knew more existed, knew that things like werewolves and such were equally as real and non fictional as vampires, but sneaking into a hunters' lair wasn't the time or place they expected to make such a discovery.

ㅤ—in hindsight, that was kind of naïve of them. this was arguably perhaps the most sensical place to find such a thing.

questions begged to be asked, but even byan was aware this wasn't the place for them. with a vaguely wary glance cast toward the entrance, they stepped closer to the cell with a nod and a wave of their hand.

ㅤㅤ" yeah, yeah, i can getcha out, chill. "ㅤawfully nonchalant for such dire circumstances in which their own hide was at risk if any hunters came through that door, a brightly coloured set of lockpicks was plucked from the pocket of their pants as they moved for the cage's lock. bending over, they began examining the keyhole, fingers shuffling through their tools.

ㅤㅤ" gonna hold ya to that though; you owe me. "ㅤgaze flitting to the other, the fledgling eyed her wings and talons for a long moment, terribly intrigued. opting still to keep their myriad of questions about them to themself for the time being, however, they got to work, inserting one of the picks into the lock and feeling it out.ㅤ" how'd you even get caught, huh? woulda thought wings would make it way easier to avoid these fuckers. "

#bluefeathrs #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ic ⋮ we are not just graffiti on a passing train. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ verse: fledgling. #i was gonna queue this but apparently i have more of a hankering for fledgling verse stuff than i realized lmao #don't ask why they're poking around near hunters ok they're a dumbass too curious for their own good smh

[viagothedandy]

@emcads​​     //     feeling  like  a  monster  meme !     //     “  You  are  not  what  has  been  done  to  you . ”

        The  alluring voice  echoing  from  the  dark  bend  around  the  tavern  would   have  startled  Viago  had  his  newly  sensitive  ears  not  heard   the  woman  draw  in .  Had  her  tone  not  been  so  reassuring ,  he  would  have  fled  from  his  own   fear  of  being  seen  for  the  demon that  he  had  become .

Blood  drenched hands  raise  to  cover  equally  drenched  mouth .  Clothing  soaked  in  the  life  force  of  his  formally  betrothed .     “ Ich  hatte  nicht --- ”  a  pause ,  hands  trembling  as  they  slowly  descend ,  to  reveal  his  vampiric  bite ,     “  --- I-I  did  not  mean  to ... ”     stammering  as  tall  frame  makes  it’s  best  attempt  at  shrinking  into  itself .     “ I  am  sorry .  I  do  not  know  why  I  did  it ...  I did not mean to  massacre  her .  You  must  believe  my  word ... ”

#this just fit with viago first meeting esme ;; #also crying the sentence gave me moana vibes lmaooo #emcads #VERSE. FLEDGLING VAMPIRE YEARS

[shootingstarwritings]

Body Surfing Lesson

“’Body surfing,’ is an important skill to learn as fledgling body possessors,” Gerald spoke to the hidden camera, putting on his teacher persona as best he could considering the ciscumstances. “Normally, it takes a lot of mana for us to take over other people, but the body surfing technique involves taking over multiple people over the course of a single day, using their own mana as a sort of ‘surfboard,’ to ride the waves of mana that flow inside of us all.” He inwardly cringed as he spoke, his current body very clearly unfitting for his lesson.

Gerald had no idea who had come up with such awful terminology, but it was far too late to change that. The small yet tight-knit community the possessors in the area had formed needed to have a sense of unity. Too much innocent blood had been shed for shame to hold Gerald back. ‘Far too many of you have been lost for me to get cold feet now,’ he thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he continued his explanation for the future viewers.

“I’ve already spent quite a lot of my own mana to possess this young man,” Gerald forced his host to say. What was his name again…? He focused, face visibly tightening before his eyes widened in realization. “Jerry! Huh, it’s so close to my name.” He winced and made a mental note to himself to delete that part of the video. “It was difficult, y’know,” he said, pacing around in Jerry’s underwear with very little shame. He couldn’t help but strut, already enjoying the tight muscle in this youthful form. “I had to float into his cute little butt to take him over.”

Gerald grinned and slapped Jerry’s butt, enjoying the slight jiggling. He thought back earlier today as he launched into a story of how he had taken Jerry over for his class.

Gerald’s misty form had crawled through the apartment building’s pipes, searching for a nice and hot host that would catch people’s eyes while he tried to educate them. Then, he found Jerry exiting the shower and clad in just a pair of new-age briefs. Gerald stared at it in confusion, unsure if this is really what the young ones were really wearing. ‘Am I getting old?’ Gerald had briefly mused before launching himself towards Jerry’s ass.

“AH! Woah, ahhh…!” Jerry collapsed on his stomach, ass facing the ceiling as Gerald’s essence took him over. “Ah, pl-please… help…!” gasped Jerry, his hips thrusting on their own as he lost consciousness.

“Mmm, nice…” Gerald muttered as he sat up. He rubbed his stomach and then his bare, youthful legs. “It’s been a while since I was someone so young. And so hairless,” he chuckled.

“And that’s what happened,” he finished for his class. “It was lucky that this young man enjoys filming so much. Now I’ve got a nice and high-quality camera for this lesson rather than some janky phone.” It truly had been serendipity for him. Gerald giggled as he sat cross-legged in front of the camera, enjoying just how his borrowed form felt so exposed and yet so confident in his near-nudity. “So, I’ve got a dilemma. I want to move on and yet I’m pretty much exhausted my mana supplies—the essence of the soul. Say I even got into the trouble and I have to evacuate for whatever reason. What could I do in this situation?”

Gerald waited a quick second before continuing, “If you don’t know, that’s fine. This technique’s quite advanced. Not even some of our more veteran community members have even mastered it. Yours truly, however,” Gerald paused to place a hand on his chest, making sure to lightly tweak a nipple, “is well-versed enough in the arts to enlighten you.”

It wasn’t a secret nor difficult to figure out the theoretical part, but it was a challenge to divert the flow of energy instead of letting it be lost to entropy. It was similar to having a rush of anger and trying to convert the energy of that anger to something productive. In other words, it was turning anger to passion, turning sadness to compassion, and turning joy to kindness. The emotion behind it was just as important, if not more so, than the actual intention. 

‘Easier said than done,’ Gerald thought. ‘Honestly, I’d have to do a one-on-one with all of these new possessors for them to even get proficient at it. However, just imparting the knowledge would be enough… for now, at least.’

“Now, I have invited my host’s friend to come over soon. Before he arrives, I’m going to start masturbating my host’s body and preparing my mana.” One of the ways that mana flowed was through bodily fluids, with semen being one of the most potent ones. The emotions surrounding a climax allows a large flow of magic to surge through and even be present in the semen that one shoots at that moment of peak pleasure. “I won’t use my own mana,” summarized Gerald, “but instead use this young man’s mana from his own climax to possess his friend, Mike.”

Gerald was about to continue, but bit his lower lip as he heard the faintest knock from the front door. Then, Mike’s voice called out to be let in.

Grinning, Gerald placed a finger to his lips and winked at the camera. “Let the show begin.” It wasn’t difficult to begin jacking off in this youth’s body. Even stroke felt like a lightning strike and even gasp was just fuel to Gerald’s fiery lust--now reborn in this young vessel… for the time.

“C-C’mon in,” Gerald forced Jerry to say. He had left the apartment’s front door unlocked on purpose. With any luck, Mike would get curious and explore the lustful noises straight to Jerry’s room. “Door’s unlocked.” Everything was falling into place. Gerald had seen a few pictures of Mike. He was a cute ginger with a good body that used to play hockey in high school. Though his sports days were behind him, Mike still regularly went to the gym to keep a nice form. “Mmm…!” The thought of taking over another young hunk, one with fiery curly hair that was so much like his own during his teenage years, almost made Gerald cum on the spot.

“Hurry up…!” Gerald hissed. Just how much more did his thick cock need to finally cum. It was such a tease--to be on the verge of cumming but not getting there quite yet. “You stupid fucking himbo, fucking cum already!” Although he was on the verge of running out of time, Gerald couldn’t help but find the verbal abuse arousing as well. “Cum for me, boy. Lemme feel that stallion cock of yours burst all over your hairless, himbo body…”

“Jerry? That you? What’re you doing…?” Gerald could hear Mike’s approaching footfalls, and that only made the whole situation more erotic. Before losing his body, Mike would see his best friend cum all over himself like a shameless exhibitionist. And then, Gerald would do the same thing to Mike. Forget the class or keeping the peace, Gerald could only think of hopping between men and turning each of them into cum-obsessed cocksuckers.

“Hrrngh! Oh god…!” 

Yes… it was approaching. All Gerald needed to really turn this body on as he cranked the cock was a bit of foreplay. His core was beginning to tense, and he could feel himself rush past the point of no return.

Right at the precise moment, the door opened. “Jerry, what the fuck?!” Mike cried out as he saw his best friend beating his meat without a lick of shame.

Grining, Gerald forced Jerry to shout, “I’m fucking cumming…!” as torrents of cum shot high into the air in Mike’s direction.

‘Now, give me your body, boy.’

Riding that climatic wave, Gerald used the large pool mana that Jerry’s young body was shooting to propel his soul forward. Even though all of his own energy was spent, he felt rejuvenated, as though he was 20 years younger, as Jerry came. However, just like a normal wave crashing into the sea, it would not last forever. The energy could not be stored, only spent in that very moment; but that small burst in power was all Gerald needed as he dove into Mike’s body.

“Oomph!” Mike huffed as the force of Gerald diving into his body was enough to knock him off balance. He fell backwards and hit the ground, body convulsing as an invisible, unknowable force began to take him over. “Wh-What the fuck…?!” was all he could say as a cold and numb sensation spread from the tips of his fingers and toes into his core. “H-Help… ohh… please don’t…” Mike reached a trembling arm towards the doorknob, his fingers twitching as they tried to find anything to grab onto.

By the time Mike’s fingers gripped the brass knob, Gerald was already in control. “Mmm… delicious.” Something that Gerald noticed from certain bodies was that they somehow had some kind of spiritual ‘flavor.’ Mike reminded him of strawberries in a shortcake somehow. He licked his lips and chuckled at the light bristle of Mike’s bushy and manly beard. “Trying to be a real man, boy?”

Gerald forced Mike to sit up and then lie on his stomach. “Just a young man trying to be a big boy,” he chuckled as he positioned Mike’s ass high in the air, wiggling his hips the whole time. “But then a real man like Gerald took over my body. All with my best friend’s spunk as a springboard. God, what kinda friend--what kinda man--am I for letting that happen?”

A horrible idea suddenly crossed Gerald’s mind. Crawling back into Jerry’s room, Gerald opened Mike’s mouth and began to suck the remaining cum off of Jerry’s still twitching cock. “God, Mike, you’re so virile. I’m so glad you’re this cumslut’s friend,” said Gerald. Then he realized that he was still supposed to be explaining a lesson. 

Grabbing the camera, Gerald focused it on Mike’s face and began to speak. “Well, did you see that? I was all out of mana, but masturbating with a man’s other body, I was able to use his energy to possess this hunk of meat.” To illustrate his point, Gerald stripped most of Mike’s clothes until he was down to his boxer briefs. “See? And--” he stopped as he heard the front door open.

“Jerry? You home? What’d I tell you about leaving the front door unlocked?”

Jerry’s father. A tall and broad-shouldered man that, from what Gerald could tell from Jerry’s memory, wasn’t particularly fond of Mike due to his… ‘lifestyle.’ Was it due to something repressed? Mike certainly seemed to think so, but Gerald couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation. Taking a look around and seeing the scene before him, Gerald began to internally panic--twisting Mike’s generally nonchalant expression into a stressed grimace.

‘Shit. His son’s unconscious, covered in cum,  and his best friend’s stripped down to his underwear.  If I saw this scene I’d think Mike was trying to date-rape my son! Don’t think I’ll be able to simply laugh off this little excursion. But… the only way to get out of this would be…’

Gerald had never attempted a double possession, with or without an explosive orgasm catapult. Was it a good thing that the camera was still recording? He wasn’t sure anymore. To be frank, he wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Loud, boisterous footfalls continued to ring in his ears.

Even in times of danger, Gerald knew he could rely on his libido to get him out. Throwing Mike’s underwear away, no longer caring about maintaining any sense of professionalism, Gerald got to work. Using what was left of Jerry’s cum as makeshift lube, he began to explore Mike’s tasty body with horned-up haste.

“The hell’s that, Jerry? Got a girl over?” Jerry’s father called out again. Gerald couldn’t help but giggle in-betweens his moans. If only he knew.

Mike’s gruff voice contrasted so wonderfully with his high-pitched and needy groans. His back arched and his toes curled as Gerald continued to beat his dick. The other hand freely explored the nice pelt of orange hair that coated Mike’s body.

‘What I wouldn’t give to just have a day with this guy,’ thought Gerald. A few tweeks of the nipples and he could already feel an orgasm building up. Just a few more minute and vigorous strokes and he’d be home free. “C’mon, cum for me…! Just a bit more.”

Jerry’s door flew open for the second time that day, and this time Jerry’s father roared in horror at the scene before him. “MIKE! What the fuck are you doing?! Jerry?!”

‘An audience,’ Gerald thought, smirking at the older man. ‘And not a bad looker either.’

“Hey, daddy-o,” Gerald forced Mike to say. He thrust into his grip, gyrating his hips as though to show off what his body could do to Jerry’s father. “Like the show? Have a seat, I can do so much for you if you want. I don’t mind some audience participation.” To emphasize his own point, Gerald raised a hand with a bit of pre-cum and slowly licked it off--savoring the sweet flavor.

Jerry’s father, mouth slightly agape and expression somewhere between horror and arousal, just stared at Gerald abusing Mike’s body. “Y-You’re sick,” he finally said, eyes glued to Mike’s swinging cock as it twitched. “What did you do to Jerry…?”

“Same thing I’m gonna do to you, daddy!” Gerald cried out in glee as Mike’s abused cock shot the first few rounds of semen. He bit his bottom lip, moans just barely muffled, as Mike’s hips naturally thrust with each shot. As the orgasm reached its end, Mike’s body began to tremble and grow limp as Gerald shot himself out. He rushed through the air and quickly dove right into Jerry’s father through his large chest.

“Hurugh! Ohh, what the fuck…?!” Unlike Mike, Jerry’s father remained standing even after Gerald dive bombed into his chest. However, despite his stronger will, he was unable to stop the tidal wave that crashed over his body. His broad arms gripped the door frame for support as his knees bent from the pressure. 

The invasive presence washed over him, filling him up slowly. It wasn’t unlike the first time his ex-wife had pegged him. The fear that came from being filled for the first time was matched only by the pleasure that followed. Just the thought of that night made his cargo shorts tighten. He knew that he should’ve been afraid and even outraged, but his body betrayed him in favor of the invasive presence. “M-More, please fuck me more…!” he whispered as his grip on the door frame tightened. Sweat dripped from his body as his soul let the tides carry him to a blissful and erotic rest.

“And that class,” Gerald forced his host to say, “is how you use your host to your advantage. Now, this is a more advanced technique, so don’t worry if you find it tricky at first.” Bill, Jerry’s father, was far more comfortable to Gerald than Jerry or Mike. The beefy look and authoritative voice also helped Gerald really get into the persona of a professor. It was like putting on a custom before getting into character. “But, as you can see from my improvised lesson plan, it’s possible to even chain multiple possessions in just one day! Really beats having to wait for the refractory period to end, huh?” He chuckled in Bill’s deep baritone, hands on his stomach as he felt Bill’s stolen body jiggle and quake with life. This was more like it.

And with the lesson done, Gerald now had plenty of time on his own to get familiar with Bill. Maybe Jerry and Mike would like to get involved as well…

#male possession #male body possession #possession #daddy possession #spirit possession #astral projection #this was supposed to be out a month ago edition

[tomicscomics]

01/26/2024

The pen is mightier than the sword.

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JOKE-OGRAPHY: 1. St. Paul wrote many letters to his fledgling churches.  Some were encouraging.  Others were educational.  Still others were disciplinary.  Some of his letter were short while others were very long.  In this cartoon, Paul goes on a writing spree to go on a righting spree. 2. In one of his letters, St. Paul assures his flock that he wants them to be free of anxieties, but for early Christians, following the faith was anything but free of anxiety.  In this cartoon, Paul's quote, "I should like you to be free of anxieties," is taken out of context.  You see, in English, "should" can either be used to emphasize something ("I'd really like you to be free of anxieties") or to say something ought to happen ("I ought to like for you to be free of anxieties").  In this verse, that causes two very different interpretations of Paul's words.  While Paul clearly means the former, I have destabilized the Western world by interpreting it as the latter, causing much anxiety and despair.

#catholic #christian #jesus #comic #cartoon #catholic memes #jesus memes #christian memes #tomics #bible #st paul #corinthians #paper tendrils grasping that one shrieking guy in the background

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Since we're talking about @astarion-approves' post, how about "do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?" combined with the collaring/edging kinks mentioned in that post?

Shout out to that blog for being great lol

Rated Explicit

Warning: shibari, collar and leash, dom/sub dynamic, discovering kinks

The growl that comes deep from your chest is music to his ears, the stubborn will unbroken– Yet. Astarion tugs on the leash connected to your collar, his foot pressing against your crotch covered by your smalls, "Do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?"

"I will not yield to you, fledgling." It is a game mutually agreed upon, a little role-playing between lovers. You are the werewolf who has been captured by a vampire lord, Astarion. A game of domination and submission.

It is… Bit of reclaiming something within you, to willingly give something of yourself without fear and with someone you trust. Astarion to discover what he likes and doesn't like without pressure or force.

Right now he truthfully likes how robes bind your beautiful partly wolf-shaped form contrasting against the color of your fur. Maybe he will decorate them with flowers, you deserve to be shown how beautiful you are.

Just as you see their beauty in him.

"You will and it when you do," Taking in a dramatically erotic deep breath before exhaling a moan, "It will be delicious."

Your heart races, your legs close, and your teeth bared; Astarion smiles as you try to behave while also being in character. It is hard to not jump on him, your mate is very well-versed in how to encourage his pup.

"Now, now, little beast, I promised you bliss and you shall have it: once you submit."

#anon ask #baldur's gate 3 #reader insert #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion x reader

[luxshine]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steven Grant/Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector, Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector, Marc Spector/Layla El-Faouly Characters: Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly, Khonshu (Moon Knight), Tawaret (Marvel) Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Not evil Khonshu, Khonshu is... complicated, Protective Jake Lockley, Daddy!Khonshu Series: Part 1 of Hijos de la Luna Summary:

Marc and Steven are haunted by a song.

New revelations come, as Steven FINALLY asks Reese about that conspiracy she keeps talking about. Jake asks for help, the guys start analyzing their relationship with their godly father, Khonshu is thinking about what it means to be the System's biological father, given that he always thought of himself as their adoptive father anyway... oh, and Layla meets a new friend.

#Moon Knight fanfic #Moon Knight #Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Layla El-faouly #in every possible combination #Khonshu #Dad!Khonshu #Dadshu #if you will #Khonshu is very protective #Of his fledglings #Mashup of MCU and Comic Canon #Dr. Badr #yeah #he finally appeared #Hijos de la luna verse #The Despacito fic