#niceee
I absolutely adore @spectacledraws ‘s college au so instead of sleeping i drew Chara and Asriel from their au :D
AWW this is so cute they are buddies! woooo i love this!! Thanks!!
Quick little screen redraw
just got to amok time so i’ve done a very speedy sketch with dodgy proportions.
my one question is: how on earth does anybody interpret these two’s relationship as wholly platonic? do they not have eyes?
“Come on, just a few more bites.”
The young man huffs, but his mouth opens obediently when Azzy offers up another forkful of cake. Already his stomach is swollen tight enough that he’s had to unbutton his jeans. He holds it tightly as it cramps, even as he takes another bite.
Azzy’s pretty sure the boy’s never done this kind of thing before. It’s not like it’s a commonplace occurrence within the mainstream bdsm community he hails from. But he’s more than willing to give it a try, and despite the slightly ill expression on his face, he seems to be enjoying himself just fine.
Azzy brings another bite to the boy’s lips. This time, he opens his mouth and is startled by a sudden, substantial-sounding burp.
He moans, a hand still pressed to his stomach. “Excuse me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Azzy says.
The guy’s beginning to swallow convulsively as his stomach protests.
“I’m not feeling so good anymore,” he says, a little breathless. He’s starting to sweat, stomach quivering with every nauseous gurgle. “Maybe we should take a break.”
“One more bite,” Azzy coaxes. He lifts a sizable forkful, and the boy takes it quickly, ready to be done. He can’t seem to swallow it, though. Each time he tries, his stomach convulses, trying to empty itself.
Azzy watches him struggle: first the swallow, then the small heave that has his cheeks ballooning in anticipation. It takes a few tries, but he finally gets it down. At least, at first. He belches suddenly, clapping his hand over his mouth.
“Shhh,” Azzy soothes. He strokes the guy’s stomach in an attempt to calm it. “Keep it down. You can do it. That’s a good boy.”
It takes a few minutes of Azzy massaging his stomach before the boy trusts himself to shakily lower his hands from his mouth.
“Good boy,” Azzy praises.
The boy looks well and truly sick. “I think I want to lie down now.”
Azzy kisses his cheek, one hand still teasing over the guy’s swollen stomach. “We can lie down now. I’d say you’ve earned that.”
Writers Ask Game
- pen or pencil
- do you actually write in your notebooks
- do you plot your stories
⌨️- are you a good typer
⌛️- what is the longest you’ve worked on a piece of writing
- would you watch your wip on a movie
- do you write online or by hand
- favorite thing about your current wip
⚠️- what is your current wip
- what is an abandoned wip
- what genre do you enjoy writing
-would you write a series
- would you consider publishing
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REBLOGS ARE WELCOMED :D
Heres some Damien for you all, he’s always going to be the best boy. I really like how this turned out!