My Sin Blog of Stories- Fontcest galore - Undertale fanfiction and reblogs that I don't feel are entirely appropriate for my pairing-free main account. Prepare for writing of the fluffy and NSFW variety! 18+ only, please!
John Mulaney voice: It was even weirder, though, when I went out for the night with some money, black out, and wake up with more money, because that means that I earned money. That means that I traded goods and/or services. Which is scary.
Back in the old days, Kenneth Branagh actually involved Tom in the process of creating Loki. He asked Tom for all the aspects that he’d wish to explore. Tom kept a scrapbook where he wrote down all his ideas. The actors of Thor met to discuss the dynamics between the characters. That’s when Tom and Rene Russo came up with the backstory of Frigga being the one who taught Loki magic, and decided that they would share a tic. After filming Thor, Tom met Joss Whedon and they spent a whole afternoon discussing Loki, and what happened to him after his suicide attempt.
And now, actors have no idea what’s going on when they’re filming and reciting their lines. It’s no wonder the films feel so soulless. It looks like Marvel completely missed the fact that Loki became so popular because the guy who played him always knew what the character was feeling and how he would be moving.
Friendly reminder that Joss Whedon sent Tom Hiddleston the entire Avengers script and Tom read the entire thing and loved it so much that he sent a gushing email back to Joss, thanking him for writing Loki as such an emotionally complex, layered character.
Just compare that level of artistic integrity and caring about the characters and the plot to the most recent shit show of the actors not even knowing what fucking movie they’re filming.
Funny thing - if your actor doesn’t know what movie they’re filming or the role they have in the plot, then their agent can’t properly negotiate for the pay they deserve for their work.
Why wait for a poltergeist to cause a ruckus? Slam your own doors. Rattle your own windows. Smash your own favourite plate against the wall. Haunt your own house. You don’t need no weakass spirit. The only supernatural force you need in your life is yourself.
I don’t like this - Sans/Papyrus
AKA “Safewording Out”
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"Sans... Sans, I don't like this."
Sans paused, looking at Papyrus, an odd look in his eyes.
Papyrus realized that even these words weren't clear enough. He couldn't do this, couldn't keep going in this scenario, no matter how much he thought he would enjoy it earlier. "RED."
Sans dropped everything, but he did it gently - and Papyrus felt all the tension leave his body, shuddering as he realized everything would be okay. He didn't realize he was crying until an arm wrapped around his shoulders, and he finally noticed that Sans was speaking.
"hey, it's all okay, bro. we're both good. we're here, we're safe, it's okay. whatever you feel is okay. stopping is good, i'm so proud of you for telling me. i love you so much bro, and i'm so glad you trust me enough to tell me the truth and to stop me before i can hurt you. i love you, you're okay, i'm okay."
"SANS..." Papyrus said, turning and burying his face in Sans' chest. He clung tightly to his brother, winding around him until he was completely curled around the smaller body, holding him in a desperate hug that Sans was just as enthusiastic in returning. "I... I LOVE YOU SANS. THANK YOU."
"i love you too, bro. more than anything."
And then they cuddle for hours : )
And they feel even closer than before
Papyrus is so happy that is brother is so accepting and caring, and Sans is so proud that his brother is strong and spoke up
(I’m not dead) (I wanted to post something before tumblr crashes and burns)
(But this is all I have) (It was originally going to be a gift for 0netype, but I couldn’t come back and finish it) (It’s something)
(Should I try to make an account elsewhere like everybody else?)(I’m not exactly active)(Anyways)(I only have 10 minutes until work)
Guest Services
Summary: Stretch is in for a good time, courtesy of his hosts, Red and his Boss
Tags: Threesome, buildup without the payoff being written properly, blowjob, light choking, collar and leash
Words: 1,146
Stretch was doing his best to appear at ease, but he was obviously uncomfortable. Red looked extremely excited, the lazy skeleton almost vibrating in sheer anticipation. Boss was the most composed of the three, a smirk so gentle it was almost a smile on his face as he looked over at the visitor.
Stretch swallowed and stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him. Red's eyes were bright from where he was seated on the floor, curled up at his brother's feet. Boss – and Stretch still felt unsure about calling his alternate self that, but that's what and who he was – was sitting on the couch, legs spread open and clearly displaying his dominance in a position of power.
There was no doubt that Boss was the dom, the top, in the two Fell Brother's relationship. Stretch himself was more of a switch – he liked being under his bro, but being over Red – and he knew that he was not going to be the one in power here. He'd known that before he entered. They'd gone over the rules before, he knew what he could expect from this…
"SIT DOWN," Boss drawled, waving lazily at the couch seat beside him. "THERE'S NO NEED FOR A GUEST TO BE UNCOMFORTABLE." Stretch looked at him, met his eyes, and saw the question there. Despite it sounding like a demand, it was an offer, a question. Stretch could still back out anytime, and they would still respect him, not think any less of him.
That reassurance was what got him to relax slightly, and he ambled over to the couch. Boss was so composed and high-strung, but Stretch just flopped back into the couch, relishing the soft bounce and give of the furniture. Sure, it probably wasn't the best, but it was nice enough to sit down. He wasn't as lazy as some, but he didn't really see the point in expending energy when he didn't have to.
Red had once described how he moved as 'boneless grace', the way he controlled even the most lazy-seeming of movements. Boss didn't seem as impressed, however, glaring at him from the next seat over. "Heya, Boss," Stretch greeted.
"HMPH. I SEE YOU ARE MAKING YOURSELF COMFORTABLE." The words and tone were harsh, but Stretch knew that it was sincerely meant and that Boss did genuinely want him comfortable for this. This was for fun, and how could it be fun when you were stressed and uncomfortable?
"Yup. You've got some pretty nice amenities here," Stretch drawled. He leered down at Red, who flushed a brilliant shade. His magic was beautiful, so bright and clear despite all the small monster had gone through. There was power in that slight frame, power that was currently collared and leashed and controlled, all freely given away.
"INDEED. I ONLY HAVE THE FINEST TO SERVE THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS." Boss reached out, stroking Red's head with the hand holding the leash. Red whined quietly, leaning into the gentle touch. Boss hadn't removed his gloves, and the crimson slowly curving over smooth bone painted quite the picture that Stretch was very much appreciating, thank you very much.
"AND AS HOST, I SHALL GRANT YOU A SHOW OF MY HOSPITALITY." The hand tightened from a caress to a grasp, and Red groaned as he was manhandled onto his knees. With Boss' hand guiding him and without rising any farther, Red shuffled over to Stretch.
With a grin on his face, Stretch stretched back, sprawling out on the sofa, relaxing backwards as he spread his legs wide. "That's some impressive hospitality here, Boss. What kind of guest services are you offerin'?" Stretch was captivated as he watched Red crawl between his legs, thoroughly reddened skull leaning on the inside of his leg for support.
Boss leans over him, and Stretch can feel his battle body resting against his head as crimson gloves reach. Stretch feels his hands be captured, to enraptured with watching what Red is doing to pay any mind to what's going on with anything else, but he's tugged back into noticing as his hands are pulled behind his head. He looks up to see that Boss has stepped back slightly but his hands are still fully captured, and he doesn't dare move them as he feels his wrists being bound.
There's some sort of fabric winding around and through his bones, and the sensation of something brushing the inside of his bones is so much more intense than any normal touch but it's matched by the tight sensation of the material pulled tight but not suffocating or dangerously so around him.
Boss releases him and steps away entirely, so Stretch gives his bindings a testing tug. Both of his hands can move down slightly, farther down the back of the couch behind him, but heavy panting on his dick distracts him. Red is practically choking on his cock, leash pulled a little tighter so that Stretch can see it's pressure, the taut leash that Boss is holding –
That Boss was holding. Stretch pulls his hands away again, and watches as Red's leash pulls with it, the happy groaning from the almost choking below going straight onto his cock. Red has to pull back slightly and Stretch lets him, feeling the leash pulling on his arms and letting them move so Red has room to breathe. "What's gotcha so choked up down there, Red?" Stretch teased near breathlessly. For some reason, it felt like he was the one that had just been choking, breath too hot and heavy in his lungs as he panted. "Am I too much for you?"
Red opens his mouth – maybe to argue, maybe to agree – but through no action on Stretch's part, the leash is taut again and Red is pulled back onto Stretch's cock. Without any warning, Red is choking – he can't pull in any breath, Stretch's cock is hitting the back of his throat and it feels absolutely wonderful. Red's pseudo-muscles are spasming along his length, the flutters of air just managing to be pulled in rushing along his cock as Red chokes and chokes and tears are coming out of his eyes, but stars above Stretch loves it, and he knows Red loves it too.
"NOW, THERE'S NO REASON TO INSULT OUR SERVICES," purrs a voice right beside Stretch's head, and the mystery of who had manipulated the leash vanished. "I GUARANTEE THAT WE ARE ENTIRELY PREPARED TO COVER YOU FULLY." The leash goes slack again and Red pulls off slightly, only to start moving along Stretch's dick, willingly choking himself before pulling back for air. "FIRST, THOUGH, WE MUST FIX YOUR HORRENDOUS POSTURE."
Hands slip into Stretch's sweatshirt from above and fingers slide between his ribs, and Stretch startles slightly. "Oh fuck," he whispers, as the pressure increases until the fingers firmly wrap around his topmost ribs.
(Soul sex with Boss!!!) (He fondles Stretch’s ribs and chests, steadily working him up until Stretch’s soul appears - at that point, he switches over, and turns his attention to Stretch’s soul instead)
(That’s it, sorry. But a good time is had by all 3, and it ends quite satisfactorily for them. Not so much for you, but they definitely carry on and have more mind-blowing light-roleplay sex.)
HEY YOU! ITS FANFIC WRITER'S APPRECIATION DAY! YOU ARE A REALLY GOOD WRITER and I haven't had a chance to read everything but I REALLY TRULY LOVE MAGNIFICENT WOWIE! What a good fic, what a bombass 10/10 fic my gosh, I love tentacles so much, and I also really really loved the fluff all over! Thank you so much for writing and your contributions to the fandom!
!!!!!! >///////< Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m.... wow. >//< Thank you!!!!! I appreciate your appreciation so much!!!
(and I love the tentacles and fluff too XD)
I’m really glad I joined such a wonderful fandom and posted stuff for it!!!
*offers hugs to you and the other amazing people out there*
1 character. 1 question. But send as many asks as you like. It just makes it easier for me to answer if it’s a single character and question at a time.
Sometimes it’s difficult for people to seek contact with each other because they can feel intimidated by others. Using this meme, you can send the symbols to my askbox that represent to you how intimidating I am to you. This way, it could be more clear to both sides how things are based on these feelings.
😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING.
😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you.
😃 - To me, you are easy to approach.
😊 - I think you are a really friendly person.
😶 - I’m not sure if I can reach out to you.
😐 - You seem a little distant from others.
😓 - I feel like you would not really like me.
😲 - I’m afraid of reaching out to you.
😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you.
😥 - I am very intimidated by you. I wish it wasn’t that way, because you seem cool.
😫 - I admire you from the sidelines because you seem cool and I’m just a dork.
😧 - Senpai, notice me????
😦 - I feel really insecure when I want to reach out to you.
😨 - You intimidate me….a whole damn lot.
😭 - I wish I could be your friend but to me, you are so hard to reach out to.
😱 - I am so incredibly intimidated by you, it even makes me a little anxious sometimes.
💀 - OH MY GOD DON’T EAT ME PLEASE
I... will work on the rest of the prompts... sometime... hopefully soon... I'm not doing terribly well at being productive these last weeks ^^;;;
Until then... I doubt I'm very intimidating, but I'd be interested to hear from anybody about their feelings! I'm not very good socially, so I'm going to go ahead and apologize in advance to everybody ^^;;;
No, seriously, how do you get these stupid soft silicone discs out?
I have soft contacts, but I can’t open my eyes enough to get them outtttttttttttttttttttttttt
I can’t do this. I hate it, hate that I can’t do it, hate how weak I am. I’m crying again, damnit.
I can’t pull my eyes open far enough
I can’t do the pinching, just lightly drag my fingers across my eye which is bad e-freaking-nough
Pro-tip: tears do not wash out contacts.
This is my second day wearing them. I got them on Saturday, was supposed to wear them Sunday, but I couldn’t get them in that day or on Monday. Partially because I knew that at the end of the day, I’d have to deal with this.
I also don’t have any eye-drops, just the bio true for their case.
and I can dislodge it slightly… for a moment before it slips back into place, or I cringe and blink.
Dammnit… and not now, cat…….. I’m sorry for posting all this crap. Hopefully people will ignore this, I just need an outlet other than these stupid tears. It’s not like I’m constantly trying… I keep taking breaks so I won’t irritate my eye badly like I did that first day
Try looking at the reverse way from where you drag them (look to right up, drag to left down). Eyedrops can be a help, yes. And try to move it away from the iris, down on the white, when you're looking the other way. Don't use water, that'll only dry it out
I GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH and everybody else who offered advice that helped keep me going
Omg I totally sympathize. I used to wear contacts, and I don’t have a problem sticking my fingers in my eyes (after washing them!) I have occasionally ripped a contact while trying to take it out...D: and it sucks!
oh God what the hell I can rip it while it’s still in my eye?????????????????????????
No, seriously, how do you get these stupid soft silicone discs out?
I have soft contacts, but I can’t open my eyes enough to get them outtttttttttttttttttttttttt
Sorry for not updating on Saturday like I had planned... I now have contacts for the first time ever, and I have to say, taking them out is horrible and frustrating and time consuming and annoying and -
Ahem.
Here’s what I have so far, on AO3. Hope it works out!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14508759?view_full_work=true
Prompts are closed! There were 20 asks in total! Here’s a list of pairings and stories you’ll be seeing:
(warning - most are nsfw)
.oOo.
2 Papyrus/Sans
1 Papyrus/Flowey
1 Papyrus/Edge
.o.
1 Sans/Grillby
1 Sans/Blue
1 Sans/Blue/Red - Sweet Thing - 531 words
.o.
2 Grillby/Fellby - Light Me on Fire and Liquid Flame - 342 and 340 words
1 Burgerpants/Blue Bunny
1 Toriel mastrubation
.o.
1 Edge/Fell Flowey
2 Red/Boss - You Need to Stop That and Swallow Your Medicine - 307 and 1,107 words
1 Red/Tale Flowey
1 Red/Blue
.o.
1 Blue/Stretch/Blue - Give the World 723 words
.o.
1 G Sans/G Pap (Can someone give me their nicknames? G and ???)
1 ?Sans and ?Papyrus (My choice, apparently?)
.o.
Finally, one person went with my offer of SFW and Harry Potter, so:
.o.
1 Harry and Hagrid family
.oOo.
April 26 - 6/20 prompts written! That’s 3,350 words!
The weirder the better? In that case I'll venture a request. Characters: how about Fellcest? I like most skeleton ships :3 AU: Underfell in that case. Relationship: Any. SFW/NSFW: either is fine if you can consider it SFW considering the kink. Kink: vore :3 hit me up on chat or asks if you want to do this but need more details :3 and sorry if it was too weird after all X3
Swallow Your MedicineWords: 1,107
Warning: Nonfatal,harmless Vore
Papyrus watched Sans with a calculating eye, checking his status and his magiclevels. Partially due to childhood malnutrition, the fanged skeletonoccasionally had difficulties maintaining his magic levels. After intenseexpenditure, Sans would become lethargic and have difficulties recovering.Extended bedrest would theoretically be enough to restore his energy, asmonsters could absorb ambient magic as well as expel it, should it benecessary. However, in these states, it often took far to long to be safe intheir less than ideal world, and Sans system needed a kickstart.
This had been happening for years, and after the first fewterrifying times where Papyrus tried his best to keep them both alive ratherthan the other way around, they had finally come up with a solution. Or rather,Papyrus had, as Sans would never even have considered the possibility.
Papyrus would simply bleed off his excess magic into Sans.Nowadays, he knew that he could channel magic directly into Sans soul, but his childhoodmethod worked much better for Sans’ condition. …He would also be lying if hesaid he didn’t like the process. Maybe he enjoyed the entire thing a little toomuch, but Sans seemed glad that Papyrus actually enjoyed the process rather than it being an imposition, so…
Examining Sans once more, Papyrus prepared for the procedure.It wasn’t enough to just channel magic into the air around Sans – no, Papyrusneeded to be inside Sans to do themost good. To fit inside Sans, Papyrus needed to be smaller, to condense hisenergy, to reduce his form to – at maximum – a fifth of his normal size.
Sans blinked blearily up at Papyrus as he straddled Sans onthe bed, black body armor already discarded nearby on the floor. Papyrus proppedhimself up with his hands against the sofa below, so that he could lean overhis much smaller brother. He closed his eyes and began focusing his magic,focusing on the skill he had honed through the years of repeated efforts andattempts.
He shivered as a ripple ran through his body, automaticallyclenching and fisting his hands at the bizarre sensation of folding in onhimself. His soul started to glow faintly as the tremors wracked his form, themagic that his body was truly composed of – not calcium or milk – condensingand withdrawing into itself. He drew his knees forward so that he was once moreabove Sans stomach, leaning towards Sans face so that he’d fall closer to hisgoal rather than farther away. The distance between his face and Sans’ seemedto multiply as he shrank, becoming less and less yet still the same skeletoninside.
His soul was burning brightly now, holding the majority ofhis pent-up self. He didn’t know exactly how small he was, but he knew that hecould be smaller, could be easier for Sans to take. So he folded in on himselfmore, and more, until his energy was straining at the seams and he could barelyhold it in. He looked up with a relieved gasp as he locked himself into thisform, into this size, into a more morsel sized piece. He saw Sans skull, his eternallygrinning canines, and used his brother as a judge for how small he was.
Papyrus was now approximately the width of his brother’s fist– not the biggest meal his brother had ever swallowed whole, but still largeenough to be a bit awkward going down. As a weak hand landed beside him to helptake him to Sans’ mouth, he realized that he was slightly larger than he hadguessed… but Sans could still take him in. His jaw might be sore the nextday, but they could still do this easily enough. He held tight to one of Sansfingers as the hand lifted him away from his brother’s chest, practice helpinghim stay steady as Sans sat upright on the bed.
The gentle hand slowly tipped, letting Papyrus step off ontoSans upturned face. No talking was necessary – they were both ready for this.Sans jaw shifted, opening as far as it could – and then wider still. He lookedlike one of those human sword swallowers, head tilted back as far as it couldgo, a nearly straight line from mouth to stomach. There was a faint glow of redbeneath his chin as his ecto body shimmered into visibility, preparing for extrastrain.
Papyrus stepped into Sans mouth. He stopped when he heardSans moan, arms using Sans teeth as a stop and his body lying flat against Sansthick tongue. Papyrus began to sweat in reaction to the tight heat, the wetnessalready beginning to encapsulate his body. Normally he would be disgusted atthe thought of being covered with saliva… but as it was, he simply shiveredand began to shimmy backwards. His feet dangled out the back of Sans mouth,down into his throat as the rest of Papyrus’ body was slowly swallowed up. Helowered himself more and more, feeling Sans spasmodically swallowing, pullingPapyrus down further into his gullet. Over half of Papyrus was down Sans’throat now, only the top part of his body in Sans mouth, and everything wentred. Sans had closed his mouth, and now only his brother’s magic lit Papyrus’surroundings.
Well, Papyrus’ own body was giving off it’s own red glow aswell – in fact, as Papyrus head was squeezed within Sans ethereal trachea, hisbody was glowing brighter than it ever did at full size. The amount of magic dissipatingoff of him was enormous, especially in comparison to his tiny size. Then again,that was exactly why his magic was leaking out – it didn’t all fit in his smallframe, and it had to escape somewhere. That somewhere was straight into Sans,where it became a part of his brother’s magic and strengthened his body andsoul.
Papyrus moaned as he settled inside Sans stomach, curled upinto fetal position as he rocked inside his brother. He didn’t know how long hewas lost in sensation, in feeling safe and warm and held tight inside hisprecious sibling. Papyrus just knew that everything was good.
Entirely out of habit, Papyrus checked his brother, and was relieved to find that Sans magiclevels had basically doubled from what they had been earlier. If that was thecase, Sans would probably begin moving around soon. His brother had an appearanceto put in at Grillby’s, and the sooner he showed his strength, the better.Nobody knew about Sans’ weakness yet – and if Papyrus had his way, nobody everwould.
I actually want to continue this someday! I have a few more ideas I really want to put in, but it would take quite a while, so I’ll just leave this here for now!
-How Papyrus is hidden inside Sans as his brother goes about his daily life-That he lets himself grow a little bigger now that he’s been succesfully swallowed-How Sans pretends Pap is on vacation - and honestly? To Papyrus, this is a vacation. He doesn’t have to do anything, and he is intimately aware of his brother and their safety.
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