exactly two people wanted to see my blasphemous fan fic about my dnd chatacter. Imma tag them in the reblog. I will be providing no context about the plot of this game. have just so much fun.
common tongue
After a reasonable amount of time, Blaine breaks away. "Oh shit, I forgot your doughnut!"
"You might want to waistband your cock. Would hate for you to poke someone's eyes out." Tam replies with a smile.
Blaine laughs, nervous. "Fuck, uh, yeah. That's... Yeah." Blaine shifts, moving a hand to tug at his dick. "Sorry 'bout that."
“Oh, please don’t apologize.”
Blaine laughs, "Right, okay, yeah." He takes a moment to collect himself, "you still wanna go out tonight, right?"
“I mean, there is no canceling that reservation anymore. Are you trying to cancel on me Blaine Ferraro?”
"God, no. Not remotely. I just... If the goal was hooking up with me, if this is..." He scrubs at his face, putting a bravado back on. "Just wanted to be sure."
Their eyebrows raise and they grin, “You care to finish those thoughts?”
Blaine shakes his head, lifting his eyes. "I've just had a weird morning. Making me... Off I guess."
They point down, “That’s off?”
"No, that's... Very on, uh- We can... I'm good. We can... Just move past this little... Distraction."
Tam seems to think for a second, then shrugs. “Do you want a hand with that?”
Blaine blushes, redder than before, eyes darting around. "We're in the middle of a hallway."
“That can change… Quickly.”
Blaine swallows, "I... I think... I haven't..."
Tam pushes Blaine into the conference room adjacent to the lectueroom, “Don’t worry, just close your eyes.”
For a brief second as the door latches, Blaine thinks that this was how he ends up in hell. This will be the moment that they put on a fancy projector at the pearly gates for his ancestors and friends who made it in to see to know why he’s not allowed. As his hips hit the table, Tam shoving him back, he decides it’s worth it.
“You with me, Ferrero?” Tam’s voice pulls him from the light in his eyes and fires on his back. They smile, all confidence and calm.
Blaine nods, a hand lifting without thought to the back of Tam’s neck, pulling them back deeply to the kiss. Tam smiles into it, their hands unbuttoning Blaine’s pants, helping Blaine tug them down. Tam bites at Blaine’s lip softly, then moves their lips to Blaine’s neck, starting a painting in blue and purple. Their hands pushing past elastic and teasing touch to his already hard dick pulled the name of Christ to Blaine’s lips.
“It’s Tam, actually.” They mutter into his skin.
“Fuck you,” Blaine says through a smile.
“Thank you, you mean.” Tam corrects, pulling back, eyes cutting. Blaine opens his lips instinctively, almost to argue, but the words turn to a choked cry as Tam takes his cock and runs along the full length. Tam pulls Blaine to kiss him, smothering the sound. “What do you have to say?” They ask, breaking away.
“Thank you.” Blaine manages, voice strained.
Tam smirks at him, moving their mouth back to his neck, hand gathering the slick that leaked from the tip and smoothing it along. “Good boy.”
Blaine laughs, a choke of a sound, as Tam drops to a knee, tugging fabric aside. They made no preamble to taking his cock in their mouth, curling their tongue around him. They dipped their head forward, about half way down the length of him, and Blaine’s jaw dropped in a silent cry. He saw the light of heaven for a moment, and just as he gripped the table behind him, thinking he had found equal footing, Tam reached the end of their stroke, stopping to hollow their cheeks on the head of his cock, and his head spun again. He found himself looking up at the ceiling, blinking stars away.
He looks back down, watching Tam work their hands over him, head moving back and forth. “Fuck me.” Blaine whines. Tam smiles, and Blaine can hear the joke despite himself. “Yeah, that’s the idea, I know- ah fuck,” He barely gets through the reply before Tam leans forward, swallowing Blaine’s cock to the base.
Blaine sees God for a moment, air in his lungs too thin. If heaven forbids this, this clarity, this peace, he doesn’t want it. He’ll take hell, any day. Tam moves again, and one of Blaine’s hands moves to curl into Tam’s hair, gently, twisting the soft curls, a show of gratitude. Tam looks up at them, a plea in their eyes as they work him over.
As they move again to take his cock down their throat Blaine whimpers. His mind swirls, eyes drifting shut, and without thinking, he mutters to himself. “Grant us the spirit of fortitude…” his hips tip forward as Tam moves in, and he nearly laughs as they make the funniest little noise. “So… so that guided by the example of…” Blaine realizes he’s speaking as Tam’s tongue slicks along a vein on the underside of his dick.
Tam looks up at Blaine, speeding up, a hand moving to hold Blaine against the table he’s leaning on, not letting him move. They hollow their cheeks, pulling from the base all the way back to the tip, swirling their tongue as they stop, looking up, waiting.
“Fuck,” Blaine manages. “Guided by the example of the martyr St. Sebastian,” Tam picks up the pace again, drawing a groan from Blaine. They stop, at the base of his cock, throat tensing around him, tongue stroking at him as their nose bumps his stomach. Blaine feels their throat tense and spasm, a cough escaping around as they look up at him, eyes watering.
“we may learn to bear witness to…” Tam sucks along Blaine's length again, before rhythmically bouncing their head up and down. “Witness to the christian Faith, fuck this is blasphemy isn’t it, uh… and patiently support…” Blaine’s vision swirls, trying to remember where he is. Tam’s hand on his abdomen tapped gently as they kept up the pace, Blaine would swear they were pulling out all the stops, trying to make him loud, trying to get them caught. “Support the sufferings of life…” Blaine’s head tilted back, awash in sensation. The tightness pulled and twitched, barely hanging on. “Through Our Lord- Fuck, Tam!” Seeming to feel him tense, Tam dipped their head, swallowing Blaine’s cock, and the hot load as he clamped a hand over his mouth to keep his voice in, seeing white. It’s more peaceful, more blank, more full, than anything before, more than sleep, more than the metaverse, more than prayer.
As Blaine comes back to, blinking stars out of his eyes, he feels Tam gently pulling away, as Blaine catches his breath again.
Tam stands up, wipes the corner of their mouth with their thumb, and boops Blaine on the nose with their index finger, “Now I’ll take that donut.”
Blaine grabs them and pulls them in to kiss them before they can move away. "Dick."
They keep out of reach, a teasing smile on their lips. “You’re right, that was just in my throat.”
"Fuck." Blaine pleads. "Come on, man."
They relent, giving him a kiss, and bite on his bottom lip while pulling away, “There you go.”
Blaine smiles, "Thank you." He replies, moving to fix himself up a bit. "I'll go get you your fucking doughnut."
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hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator
🏞️ vándor-ló-979 Follow
not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option
🪺 magánügyek Follow
tengri forbid women do anything???
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🦅 szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow
okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.
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🐎 istván-rovására Follow
that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!∧◇ᛏ⋈∧
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🐴 csillagösvény Follow
i'm so serious rn if you support """istván""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.
🐴 csillagösvény Follow
btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG
✝️ esztergom-örökké Follow
love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with István
🐴 csillagösvény Follow
1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istván LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????
#sorry to put this dumbass on the dash😭 dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse
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🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow
friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3
🏇 attila-népe Follow
cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you
🧺 lemezelő Follow
isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????
🏇 attila-népe Follow
you had to have done some serious stalking to find that💀 and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)
🌐 a-kiber-kovács Follow
Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?
🔅 hadúrsimp Follow
ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????
🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow
what the fuck happened to my post
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🪔 rakabonciás Follow
for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.
🦅szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow
okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. táltos and sámán and mágus and garabonciás and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a táltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciás so. which is it🤔 maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep
anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!
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🛐 mea-culpa Follow
It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.
🐴 csillagösvény Follow
how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight
🔅 hadúrsimp Follow
hadúr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even
🐴 csillagösvény Follow
while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadúrsimp
#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse
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👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow
posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppány was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all
👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow
WRONG BLOG
👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow
THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS
🪺 magánügyek Follow
ISTVÁN????????????? 💀
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on that note had also been thinking about the hilarious classic maneuver of taking things i go "smh always doing that weird/wrong" & instead putting it in the context of like oh i dunno my life experiences. like going "smh once again in one millisecond i noticed something was about to fall & just sort of Tensed instead of instantly going to catch it & in the next milliseconds hash out like 'oh but could i catch it. oh but now it's in progress am i too late' etc" but like well hang on. first of all the Tense Up / Brace For Impact approach can have its strengths too. second of all like why just kick myself when Of Course the vastly more frequent & relevant experiences of having to stifle reactions & tense up to Brace For Impact / Weather The Situation means that's the standard approach. sure tends to be the case that like "okay test your reflex time :)" type things when i Know It's Coming, i.e. preemptively Tense Up, i turn out quite slow. throwback to a true classic [my roommate that said my cat was performative while their cat did things out of true emotion] at my doctor's appointment at like age thirteen when the ol Knee Bonk Reflex Test would make me Tense/Seize That Knee Up and Then kick. and then afterwards my "big fan of unprompted criticisms / declarations about your internal experiences or true intentions" mom was like you were faking those reflexes. i'm like well i wasn't. she was like yes you were. consider the camera jimmed
secondly i was also thinking like, always been the case that when Talking, often even if in writing format, i can't really avoid mirroring the characteristics of the other person's Style / Patterns lol. was thinking about it in my Relative ease of adopting pronunciations for different language's phonemes when it's like, i guess i do have experience in Doing Voices not b/c i really often Did Voices (sometimes lol, as like, direct quotes or whatever. echoing....) but b/c like i'll just be picking up all kinds of mannerisms / tendencies / ways of speaking, including accents slightly (my default accent being disney channel) not b/c i'm messing with anyone or trying to do anything, in fact trying Not to do this is generally unsuccessfully & This Is What Happens Naturally & always has & it's like yknow what i think it might have to do with the fact that i don't think Talking in general is oh so "natural" for me / a matter of "just being myself" (things virtually never are lol) like. i think that time i had that friend in second grade where i'm like ummm i'm not sure we spoke the same language b/c i'm not sure we spoke hardly ever? but we had fun & played & amused ourselves etc til the teacher as usual went Biggest Time Sicko Mode on our "not paying attention" like nobody else's got & then didn't give a fuck abt "intervening" again when we didn't feel like we were Allowed(tm) to interact at all. & like i'm pretty sure i'd be "supposed" to feel like omg we don't talk (almost) at all?? that's SO weirrrd i remember that soooo welllll
and when i Do talk most "naturally" / "just being myself" it's all at once, wordy, and Theatrical, and even then. i did it some the other day and was Sweating, literally, less so figuratively but it does still feel demanding, and of course even when it doesn't Feel thusly, doing a Lot a lot of verbalizing can really still be draining to Taxing. and i've noticed better like yeah sometimes i'm markedly struggling to speak when i'm already extra wearied. and another thing i put into context better was like "when i'm being put tf through it why do i tend to cry through interactions. b/c i'm being a PUSSY????" like lol just on principle was like okay well who cares, i'm sure you, by which i mean i, have my reasons b/c so too would i think someone else does, like. and i remember like, i tend to Not "directly" cry of stress or sadness virtually ever. while i Do tend to be simply keeping that shit contained but Exactly When i have to try to speak? is when i happen to start crying. hmm. Hmmmm. talking Always this performance that i may often not be up for. similar to [personal visual style / Look / clothes] like my default is "basic outfit i'd want to wear every day" & my ideal is "i do not want to be perceived" & (this &) everything else is performance / drag to me, Would That that always be on my terms
another banger is my till oh so recently kicking myself like "aah [pathologization time] i'm sooo slow to be at ease / comfortable around people even when they're surely being nice, what a hassle for others" like well it can be viewed as a hassle for me but it's also like, wait, i end up having stayed uncomfortable around people who weren't being That nice by putting in That much [any effort from any Consideration] and often turn out like. ultimately not that Safe. and i look at "oh right yeah and also i sure Can be like instantly quite comfortable / at ease around people, including people i literally just met. so" &/or my not being at ease either is still way less of a deal than having to literally/figuratively sweat it while i'd feel so much more Okay avoiding detection much less interaction
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