dark urges. ascended! astarion ancunín. ღ prompt: desire, i’m hungry, i hope you’ll feed me. ➷ synopsis:. when astarion’s hunger gets overwhelming, you’re the only thing that will satiate him. <3
in the depths of the underdark, where shadows wove intricate patterns and whispers danced on the air, there roamed a vampire lord, both beguiling and dangerous: astarion acunín, your master. with his silken voice and fathomless eyes, he prowled the darkness with an insatiable hunger that stirred something deep within you.
as the veil of night descended, astarion's cravings grew relentless, driving him to seek solace in your presence. you were the only one who could quench the fires that raged within him, the only one who could satiate his dark desires.
with a whispered invocation of your name, he appeared, his gaze burning with an intensity that made your heart race. "darling, please, satiate my thirst.” he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down your spine.
you knew then that you held the key to his satisfaction, that only you could provide the sustenance he sought. with a tender touch and a gentle moan, you offered your neck to him, becoming the nourishment he craved, the warmth that soothes his restless soul.
in that fleeting moment of surrender, as you gave yourself to him willingly, in the depths of his hunger, you found a hunger of your own, a hunger for the touch of his lips, the warmth of his embrace, the depths of his love.
and as you melted into him, feeling your consciousness slipping, you knew that even he drained your body of blood, you’d still offer yourself to him.
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; OC DUALITY
i was tagged by @risingsh0t to take this quiz for some of my ocs; thank you so much!
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; carnal and holy sinning (this is a love letter to myself)
you are the world's leading cross bearer of the most guilty conscience. you feel everything you touch turns to gold but in the way that it becomes molten and rich; and what i mean is that when you allow yourself impulse (which is not often) it leads to disaster. when you want someone it feels like sorrow, and you love the world like tacky honey, and you'll wish it could all feel less heavy. you look at yourself in the mirror and yearn to stake the heart and ascend with peace. someday, you'll rot into the earth, and the dirt will cave with you like a sigh of relief.
; god-hungry scientist and their abominable child
you stitched something together inside of yourself and gave it life with light from the sky and now it won't die it and you can't kill it because part of you loves it and you're not quite right in the head or the person you used to be but at the end of the day it's simply a beast of sadness. you crave the mercy you didn't get from your creators and so i'm telling you please forgive yourself. please hold the monster by the hand.
; moon curse of the werewolf
you have found yourself hungered or sickened or ambitious to the point of emotional carnage. you are fine, until you're not, and then you could rip someone in your way apart with your bared teeth by complete accident, and later claw at yourself in fits of pain trying to apologize. do you look at the moon that blessed you in her name, at her marred beauty and baneful eyes, and wish she could just crush that loving-hateful heart of yours before it crushes itself? every bite you take out of flesh is a response to the threads of silver bullets in you that haven't healed. the duality is that the human inside is howling too, gnashing, and without the wolf pelt, everyone can ignore it and turn away. at some point, you got tired of the moon being your only witness. now the wolf is there to make sure others know that you are hurt, and deserving of humanity, of attention to wounds. because that wolf loves you; all of you; and knows when you are hurt better than yourself.
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Found this:
And could not resist drawing this:
Took 2 and a half hours (which it normally takes me to do a HEADSHOT of this style)
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/thinking about alpha finding someone who she grows to really care about because they dont mistreat her, but she cares about them so much that she cant be near them. the virus will make them sick and infect them due to the high corruption levels of being an ascendant, and she tries really hard to drill it into their head that she doesnt want them to become a corrupted bc of how sick she makes them
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Me thinking about honses.
(Are they gods? Or unfortunate magical experimentations? When did the world blink, and they’ve grown— but not old, nor wise?
At least they’re sisters, and they have each other.
At least.
At least.)
Anyways here’s my doodles for a possible luna and celestia! They’re ancient alicorns, ascended during a great war that would later shape equestria as a primarily pony continent. (The modern alicorns are made with love. The ancient alicorns are made with desperation. Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker are not accidents.)
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En ocasiones conoces a alguien y desde el primer momento sabes que quieres pasar el resto de tu vida sin ellos.
O.O
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