#HIIIII POOKIES

[mirnsey]

Oh..

Humans and vultures..

Animals so different but such the same..

Humans, who just happened to dwell around with those who they want to take from. They hang over their heads, giving them the love and attention to stroke their ego to then get their stomachs filled in return once the person starts to turn thin. Humans who watch in glee as they start to get weaker, awaiting for the dreadful moment they fall dead. They can then feast on the other beings corpse, devouring all they can to fill the everlasting void in their gut…

And then vultures, or was it.. humans? Who had I just explained?

Are they such the same that I must recall back to my own writing to make sure what I had written was correct? Is it true that both are grotesque flesh eating creatures who anticipate for the downfall of another being to then feast on the meat of their former.

But.. neither vultures nor humans dedicate their lives to do this, they do it to live, not to feel like they are living.

Yes, some are aware of their devilish ways, using their silent movement and spine chilling calls to input fear or even comfort into their decaying victim. Despite this, most did not. Most loved their life and those around them, but soon got an empty feeling in their gut when around a certain person. They seemed different, dwindling of their shining strength.. they were weak.. consumable…

Attachment was the animals next move, slowly integrating into one’s life and heart. They would sit there silently, spewing whatever the prey wanted to hear to try and get into their head. Watching them was their whole life from then on, eyes trained on their food’s body as they slowly decayed to nothing but a reeking corpse. And they would then do nothing but move on instinct, digging their claws into the unmoving body and devouring their flesh.

It wasn’t what they wanted. It was what they needed. They never wanted to do this… giving those what they want just for their body to be eaten in return. To just sit by their side as a companion they could have been, to only be what disposed of their body once they had died. It was how they showed love, making use of the fall of someone who they had seen peak. Stuffing their beak with the meat of a being who they had watched reach their best and slowly become their worst. It was all they could do, all their minds had been calibrated to satisfy some carnal hunger that would come upon them.

It was what the vulture needed to do to live, maw molded to crush bones and talons designed to rip and tear at rotted skin and muscles. They did it to fill their bottomless stomach, sharp eyes searching for whatever new being decided to show even a speck of weakness they could then exploit. To then fulfill their endless need of sustenance in their gut..

To give peace to that pleading and thrashing demand to devour those they have loved…

Or.. was that humans?

Who cared, this is fanfiction, do with it what you please.

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I wrote this for the beginning of an angst fanfic, and I’m proud of myself for this *pats self on back*

[mazojo]

[h0use-fly]

pookie

[lolipoptheclown]

I keep forgetting that one of my irl friends has notifications on for my posts and I was about to tell her about the askblog but then she asked me something on there before I was even able to open discord LMAO

[eye-of-yelough]

got to the messmer fight with hornsent again. have i mentioned i adore him

[terminallyapologetic]

I <3 bothering @legitclaptondavis

[asksc3ne-els3n]

the world is gone!? what does everything look like now? a big black void?

What?! Σ(°ロ°) No! No!!!

I just moved files. It was a whole mess, but I live in Ballville now. It’s not the coolest, but it’s colorful, and Hugo seems to like it a lot.

[cosmicallybound]

     steady   fingers   tended   to   broken   flesh   with   ease,   supple   flesh   twisted   into   a   concentrated   frown.   though   the   witch   never   questioned   how   her   most   loyal   customer   always   seemed   to   find   himself   outside   her   door   at   odd   hours   throughout   the   night,   she   had   her   assumptions.   they   never   spoke   much,   hyeon   too   preoccupied   with   her   work   &&   her   mysterious   patient   with   his   thoughts. 

     perfectly   content   to   keep   quiet,   soft   jazz   filled   her   shop   instead   as   she   worked.   the   witch   hummed   to   herself   as   she   finished   stitching   flesh   closed,   brilliant   gaze   fixated   ‘pon   her   task.   she   leaned   back   with   a   satisfied   smile,   patting   unmarred   flesh   before   covering   the   new   stitches.

     ❝   i   know   that   i   say   this   every   time,   but   i   kindly   ask   you   to   treat   yourself   better.   you   won't   listen,   as   is   your   privilege,   but   i   hope   that   one   day   you   might   listen.   now,   unless   you   have   any   other   pressing   matters,   i   believe   'tis   time   for   you   to   rest.   my   couch   is   set   up   for   you,   as   per   usual.   ❞

@lususnatura | x

[the-red-spark]

*A glowing person—yet not quite a Light—smashes through the roof and falls.*

...Oh. Great. Just great, another person. And now my roof's wrecked. Who are you? I was enjoying my solitude.

*Coura stares at the new person with an annoyed and frustrated expression.*

[twink-between-worlds]

linkedstoriestogether i am going to finish writing that update right fucking now just for you. we were procrastinating it for like 2 years but now im DETERMINED to do this for you

[mazojo]

girl me too what

[idontknowyouleavemealone]

[forbiddensonoftheseagod]

(Nodding slowly)

Happy Birthday Percy Jackson, I wish you were real bc you would have loved kissing the homies on the mouth.

[martyrbat]

this rivalry highlight reveal is so funny because every other clip is sid wailing on someone

[eloves-writes]

hiiiii! I'd like to request 💒 with the politest cat, oscar piastri! and dont hold back on the 🌶🌶🌶 pookie ;)

this is short n sweet but i hope it’s ok!!

song lyric prompt: “religion’s in your lips // the altar is my hips, even if it’s a false god” false god ~ taylor swift 💒

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), oscar wakes reader up w sex i don’t know what to call that but i will include here!

minors dni

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the early morning sun came through the gaps in the curtains like spotlights, perfectly hitting oscar’s brown curls and turning them golden.

his head was between your legs, lazily eating you out as you lay on your back, still half asleep and feeling like you were in a never ending dream. oscar did this sometimes; he would wake up earlier than you most days and he’d get antsy, not wanting to start the day without you but not wanting to ruin your sleep. this was his compromise- first kissing your forehead to wake you, then making his way down until he reached your centre. for him, this was the equivalent of going to church on a sunday, and for you, it was the equivalent of waking up in heaven. oscar’s usually foul mouth sweetened with the taste of you, his lips blessed as they nipped and sucked at your softness.

your hand reached down for his hair, brushing it through with your fingers. “morning, osc,” you yawned, finally opening your eyes to take in the sight in front of you.

he lifted his head. “morning, y/n,” he replied with a cheeky smile before continuing his hard work. “you’re so sweet,” you murmured, letting the waves of pleasure mix with your sleepiness. you finished 3 times before he surfaced again looking pleased with himself, kissing you lovingly before dragging you downstairs to watch him cook breakfast.

god, you loved it when oscar was home.

[rt0001]

curse him and his dangerously huge brain! why'd he have to go and open his mouth? the smile hayasaka sends his way is enough to have a grimace appear on his own. she wouldn't even be the first person to break his consoles — side note, there's actually too long of a list of people who have broken his consoles! — but the act of him having to go and buy another one is so unnecessary when he's not even the one who breaks them! and it's that very indignation that has his combat suit activating under that ugly shirt of his / what has him using that newly unlocked strength to take back what's rightfully his! ❛ anyways, now that you're done wasting my time. whaddya want? ❜ because she must've come to bother him for some reason.

he's annoying, narumi gen is so annoying—— but he has his moments, evident in the way he has fumi pausing at his words. ... well, not in the way narumi wants. ❝ you really shouldn't threaten me with a good idea, ❞ he says, and he's truly being serious. fumi's perfectly fine with taking that little cut from his paycheck, actually! her grips tightens on his console by a dangerous amount, and her answering smile is—— probably a bit too sweet to be entirely friendly. it's not like she has to get him a new console anyways; if she just doesn't? then he'll either give up and order it himself, or continue to wait for her to, and that's a win-win, right? ❝ because it's starting to sound a lot more appealing by the moment, naru-chan. ❞