vulgarloon
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Loony. Obscene bastard. I talk a lot. Thorki obsessed. Side blog, my main blog is divinely-debauched.tumblr.com
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Ah, more fellcest smut ❤️
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Fellcest with throne sex, hell yeah!
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What do I do with my love, where do I even put it?
It starts bleeding into my movements, the way I look at you and talk to you and call you silly names, because I think that’s cute and you’re cute. How it makes me gravitate towards you, wherever we are, forces me to search for your eyes in a room full of insignificant others. How I want to put my hands on you, gently, place my head on your shoulder and just breathe, deeply, contentedly. To hold you and be held and brush our fingers, trembling akin butterflies wings.
I am scared that they will see that, they will notice how I’m standing way too close to you way too often for it to be a coincidence. I am praying that they are stupid enough to not pick that up.
I do not wish to be in love, I never did. But now I am and it’s terrifying and it makes me feel weak. Oh, spare me of this pain and let me, let me love you. Love me
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Well-written, complex, delicious royal fellcest with King Papyrus and Queen Sans. I’m on chapter 6 and loving it so far!
Classic fontcest is my favourite I think because of its tenderness, intimacy and deep feelings. But fellcest has a special place in my heart, for it shows Sans and Papyrus in their extremes, and it’s raw and rough and passionate and.. still tender. This is exactly what you’ll see in this fic, how they love each other.
Ps: I think I might have some kind of royalty kink with all my love for kings and throne sex :’)
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Lol, realistic
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Exactly what I was talking about in my last post!
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Ah but I do love fontcest fics that go along something like this - Sans having a nightmare, Papyrus coming to his bed to soothe him AND then literally plow him into the mattress with all his infinite stamina until Sans is passing out from the 10th orgasm.
Yep, every fic that appreciates Papyrus’s stamina is a good fic. I mean look at the guy, he doesn’t even have to sleep, he is a fucking powerhouse, a dynamo! I bet he has the same demeanour in bed. And Sans is more than happy to lay down and do nothing.
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Aand here we go with fontcest reposts 🔥
HAPPY SANSPAPY DAY HERE IS A DOODLE 🧡💙
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Hey, sinners (yeah, I'm alive), I have a confession. I found myself redescovering another brotherfucking (heh) ship that makes me feel even more guilty than thorki. So, here goes nothing, I am once again in love with fontcest. Think whatever you want, I might start reposting this stuff sometime soon. Oh there are so many hot fics with fontcest, ugh.. make sure you unsubscribe from me if it's not for you.
IDK what it is with these incest ships that makes me like them. And weirdly enough, it's not even the fact that they are siblings that makes me horny (even though I should admit it kinda adds a bit of a 'forbidden fruit' feeling). The whole idea in real life makes me want to vomit. But in fiction..
Idk, I just.. I really like how Thor and Loki, and Sans and Papyrus compliment each other, you know? How their personalities are almost opposite.
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Hey you can cry OK? I am taking my pocket knife and I'm cutting my peach in half and handing you the bigger half. The world is full of things that are worth crying over and it can be exhausting trying to listen to everyone saying don't cry. And it can be worse trying not to cry because you don't want bad things to win. Sometimes you gotta just let yourself cry while eating a peach half someone wanted to give you because it was sweet and those things are also in the world too.
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I tried, I really tried to be a good, nice and approachable human being. I respected boundaries, real and imaginary, in fear of causing pain. I smothered my desire to tap your shoulder or hug you, because I felt like it’s too early, like you don’t wish for it, you don’t want me touching you. Don’t want me. I shared food and treats because that’s how I share love. I cared and offered help and I didn’t wait for anything in return, because I thought that love is not a transaction. I waited, I sent stupid jokes, I worried, I tried to tell you and show you what kind of a person I am.
But you seem silent. You ignoring me feels like a confirmation of the ugly truth that I carry with me my whole life. It’s the fact that inside I am a monster - unlovable, uninteresting, dangerous. I can only induce pain or disregard, because I’m suffocating people, and there’s no hiding it with trying to act nice.
#loony barks#loony cries#loony’s self disclosure#and here’s my ladies and gentlemen you can see how badly I am handling my crushes
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Oh I can feel it
when you were younger, you were often told off for being too sensitive. as if you could control it. as if you, taking your own pain seriously, as if that was the problem. it didn't matter that you were being bullied - and it never mattered if the bully was your parent. it just mattered that you reacted to it.
the other day someone asked why you always seem to take things in stride. you don't know how to say - i don't, i am just not allowed to be a human where others could see it happen.
you watch other people have emotions in public and are often stunned by them. you are always walking carefully around your own, knowing that at some point you could slip and start weeping through your sunday evening apropos of nothing. you're not allowed to feel big things. when you feel big things, you're a messy, annoying person. it's ugly when you cry. it's uncomfortable for everyone.
the other day, you were relating another story to your therapist. you paused for a moment and then let out that little bark of laughter - it shouldn't have hurt, but i guess it did!
you promise that you're not upset about it. you're never upset about anything. you just pass through this world - ghostlike. numb. promising others - oh! i've changed a lot since i was a kid.
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I feel like I am falling in love with one person right now and I only anticipate the pain. I don’t know why, but I don’t believe he might love me back. I’ve never believed it about anyone. Like there is something so deeply wrong with me, that no one could love me
you only ever love people in a tidal wave, irresponsibly, a rush of passion. you want to believe in the inevitable real romance. the one. oh, you've done the reading and know how unlikely it all is.
but you wake up with that sad little heart of yours, that pathetic hope. over and over. it bleats from your chest, little lamb you trot out again. this time it will be spring. this time, with your hands over your head - you'll no longer be surrendering. this time, when you love, it will come back to you, beautiful and whole.
what a horrible curse. you have no idea how to make love into spare parts. it arrives inside of you, fully formed and hungry. you cannot nibble, have no self-control. you know better. you keep being offered up like a slaughter. dragged by your throat.
but how can you help it? in this great world, isn't it so pretty. maybe some people were meant for this. to keep getting up while their wounds are still bleeding.
this time! this time when you pull your hands into their hair, they will not strike to the bone. this time, when you sigh their name, they will not bury you in silence, reduce you to stone. this time. this time. this time. they'll love you back equally.
and you won't be so horribly alone.
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That’s so wholesome. I want more people to read that
it's been said before and i'm sure said better than i can phrase it. but really, really - if you like making "i'm going to kill myself" jokes, please try switching to being ironically conceited instead.
anytime something goes wrong, say things like "ah well at least i'm beautiful and charming and everyone loves me." when you forget something, try "my big huge brain is so smart and thinking about too many other very big wizardly thoughts you wouldn't even understand." when you're frustrated by one of your symptoms, start talking like you're in My Immortal. "Life has come for me but my eyes are beautiful pools of gorgeous fire and my hair is amazing. I stuck my middle finger up at life and told it to fuck off and it did."
just... try it for a month or two. try saying the most absurdly self-congratulatory shit you can think of.
i know it's tempting to make suicide or self-harm jokes. and for me at least, a decade ago (!) when someone suggested i stop making those kinds of jokes, i was kind of at a loss for what to replace them with. i wanted to make light of these moments, but genuinely (at the time) my first thought really was suicidal ideation. there was a part of me that even felt like ... i was kind of "making light" of that voice. that if i could say i want to die lol, it would help take the sting out of that genuine (albeit passive) desire. like i could turn my illness into a joke.
when i started complimenting myself instead, it felt awkward and stupid. it felt really, really ironic. what i was actually saying was nobody would ever think this stuff about me, that's what makes it so fucking funny.
but. the effect was immediate. first thing i noticed was the people around me. when i dropped a glass and said ah my skin is too beautiful and sleek the glass has swooned and broken for me, other people were suddenly overjoyed to jump in with the joke. rather than making an awkward moment, we'd both start cracking up. ah princess sleek hands, i've heard of you.
i was 19. i hadn't noticed i'd been making others tense when i said i want it all to end. i know now that it's incredibly hard to know how to walk that moment - do you talk to them about your concern? do you potentially make them uncomfortable by asking if they're okay? do you ignore the situation? do you help them pick up the glass, or do they need to do it by themselves? are they genuinely made suicidal over this small moment? and most importantly, how do you - without professional training or supplies - actually help?
most people want to help you pick up the glass in your life, they just have no fucking idea how to do it. they don't want to make anything worse. they don't want to make assumptions about you. they love you, they're scared for you - and being scared makes people kind of freeze up. it's not because they don't love you. it's because they do.
now when something bad happens, my first thought is how can i make a stupid joke about this. it isn't my brain saying you're a dumb fucking bitch. i spend more time laughing. i spend more time being gentle with myself. i spend more time feeling good.
and the thing is - what's kind of funny - is that you'd be surprised by how many people agree with you. the first time i said i'm too pretty to understand that, someone else said to be fair you're the prettiest person in this room. i promise - you really don't know how kindly your friends see you. but they love you for a reason. they sort of reverse-velveteen-rabbit you. your weird and ugly spots fade away and you just become... the love they want to give you.
go love yourself ironically. the worst thing that happens is that you end up tricking your reflection into actually loving you.
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