#The Taste Of Our Blood

[vanoefucks]

But truth be told? You were my first

[mazojo]

It truly is me and my terrible taste against the world

[rotisseries]

I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH YOUR MHA TAG AND THERE’S A MHA MADDS BUCKLEY ALBUM??? WHAT??? HOW AM I JUST LEARNING ABOUT THIS

HOW ARE YOU JUST LEARNING THIS. WHAT THE FUCK AIAIA

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

love how hua cheng is just like "I support xie lian rights and xie lian wrongs, except he can never do anything wrong ever even when he kills a bunch of people. Go off king" and Xie Lian is like “This is my beautiful husband, he has committed war crimes, but haven’t we all?”

And their relationship is somehow healthier than anything I've ever been in.

[mariocki]

The Headless Eyes (1971)

"You've tried to alienate yourself but, Mal, I'm here, you -"

"Why? For two years I have been trying to live alone and to be able to accept this. Why are you here?"

"Because you haven't convinced me."

"Of what?"

"That you're incurable."

[vatrocvet]

[foxboyclit]

i love writing drow with the head(?)canon that they cant taste sweet

[dollythatdollgirl]

Y’all I remember as a little kid doing communion at church and the youth pastors would explain to us how it wasn’t a snack but a representative of Jesus’ blood and body so I would literally be pretending to drink his literal BLOOD and BODY and I really thought this was so normal but now looking back on it that was so weird and low key messed up in so many ways

[dullweapons]

I thought at least one of these would have cannibalistic tendencies as a form of romance but none of them did so uhhhh

[ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ] : receiver is thinking about sender when masturbating.

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬: a little assortment of sexual action prompts for rp purposes. but i'm adding in cannibalistic tendencies ✨

tw ; blood , cannibalism , ray being a freak . written on mobile cause i’m eepy

there’s blood in his mouth & it’s not his .

it’s all over him . soaking his clothes & hair — it was that dragons . he had gifted them a beautiful & glorious wound that bleed & bleed until they passed out from it . he , of course , did not let them die . no — that was his favorite chew toy . it would terrible to waste such a precious person such as lyric . the demon loves the dragon dearly …he had given them a health potion & dressed their wounds before laying them down under a tree to rest . the potion isn’t a miracle worker , their body needs the rest . once they woken he would bring them back his house so they could sleep in a proper bed for then night …

but his heart was pounding as he stared at them with pupils like pinholes . his mouth watering , drool rolling down his chin that he is quick to brush away but ah — blood smears across his mouth ; the iron scent filling his nose sends shivers through his body . he crawls over to them as the blood drips down his face onto theirs …

you’re perfect .

he wants to wrap to wrap his teeth around their throat & bare down until he can hear the sickening snap of their spine . rip out their heart from their chest and feast upon it . lose himself to the sweet taste of their flesh from their beautiful body . his mouth hangs open as he leans closer to them . one bite . that would be alright … right ? his teeth ache to bite - to chew - to rip & tear them apart . to finally have them be together forever inside of him . he would love nothing more than to be one .

he finds his teeth on their jugular— his ear listening to them breathe softly . the demon takes his hand & nudges lyrics head to the side so he can get closer . they let a soft whimper — pathetic & horse but it does something to ray . his cock , hard , presses against their thigh.

ray is quick to jolt himself back up right & dashes away.

he comes to a stop deeper into the woods & sits underneath a large tree , covering his face in his hands . “ stupid . stupid stupid stupid ! ” he mutters to himself , hissing at his recklessness . lyric was mortal . you must remember that ! yes, they can fight … but they can die . you know you wish to spend as many years with them as you can before you eat them ! you know better . even still … he cannot deny how wonderful it is to sample their flesh a little early . he removes his hands from his face, dragging it down . the blood thick & slick across his cheeks . it’s … intoxicating .

a low moan leaves him as he leans back — lyric put up such a beautiful fight . truly it is their fault he’s so worked up no … if he didn’t stab them so harshly they would have been fucking . that happens with them sometimes … fighting is almost foreplay. you punch me , i punch you . you break my nose & i break yours. you bite your tongue from how hard i hit you & suddenly we’re kissing . saliva mixing with blood with cum to be added to the mix if you give it enough time .

“ fuck …” a low huff as she shimmies off his undergarments & hikes up his tunic ( tucking it into his lindy belt to keep it out of the way . ) his cock springs up to attention — already rock hard & aching to be pleased. ray wastes no time as he take himself into his hand & strokes — fast & aggressively as his other hand enters his mouth to suck off their blood . he moans , his tongue swirling between his fingers to get every last drop . when he runs out he runs off the blood that still lingers on his face & clothes to get more .

ray presses his upper back against the tree as he arches himself — his hips now in the air thrusting into his hand as he strokes . he barly opens his eyes . he rather them closed to picture them . bloody & beaten with that determined expression . ah . so cute . & that one curl that lingers in front of their face … not to mention how soft their body feels against his when he slams down into them, flesh smacking against one another harshly until they cry …!

“ nugh — lyric ! ” he cries out , barely through his fingers . he would not dare to miss a single bit of them . no , never . “ fuck — fuck fuck … m-more …” he bites his glove & slides if off of his hand , spitting it out to the side . he spits & reaches behind to enter himself — again , aggressively he fingers himself not bothering to warm himself up . why bother he wants to feel ravished . ray bites his scarf as he thrusts into his hand in opposite time with his fingers . his legs shiver , muscles strained & starting to burn trying to keep up the pace .

his growls become more animalistic — he can still taste lyric’s blood on his scarf mixed with fibers … it’s enough as his brows furrowed as he finally feels that explosion coming near . just a bit —! just a bit more !

ray’s body jolts as that electrical spark shatters him , his mouth a gape as he screams out their name for no one but the trees to hear! his cum splatters out onto his stomach as he slows down his hand until he finally stops … his body gives out & he slumps down into the grass , panting. lazily he looks down at himself … blood & cum . how delicious . rays lips purse together as he debates … sampling this mixture but decides he’s wasted enough time . he should really get back to lyric …

maybe … maybe after one more round ?

[wistrea]

@fatedriven sent: ♡ - for hyunwoo, zayne and sylus :^) send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

hyunwoo!

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the very high attraction level speaks for itself ok... but the relationship between kira and hyunwoo can be complex and that's something i love about them, especially sharing a similar infliction but the reasons and feelings behind it being different is an insane parallel for them. it'll be interesting to see their relationship grow deeper because kira already trusts him, and that isn't something easily won, maybe even surprising to see it at that high of a level. she found him interesting first and foremost, then the more time she spent with him, affection made a place there. it's something that she didn't know she doesn't want to lose, and him becoming angry with her (even though i joke about it LMAO) made her fully realize it. she doesn't want to lose him... but at the same time she can't stop what made this rift between them in the first place, so it's such a thrilling turning point that'll decide how things progress with him.

zayne!

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●○ | TRUST

listen, the only reason why the trust and affection aren't completely a 5/5 is because of kira's own reluctance KLJAHSDF it's almost terrifying for her to think about how vulnerable she allows herself to be around zayne... which is why she doesn't think too much about it, otherwise she'll start to realize just how much she trusts him. that he's the only one she can trust to patch up her wounds, because he's the only one she allows herself to show that she can be wounded. to know that she doesn't just want him around because he patches her up, that she thinks about him constantly and wants to spend time with him. she adores him to the point that she can be soft with him, to the point that she wants to apologize for the way she stains his hands with her own blood and the blood of her sins.

sylus!

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●○○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●○○○ | LOYALTY ●●○○○ | TRUST

at this point, kira sees sylus as someone she'd be foolish to betray but at the same time that doesn't necessarily mean she is loyal to him, you know? she doesn't completely trust him to not stab her in the back the moment she's outlived her purpose to his plans, because that's the foundation that their bond is built on for now. that being said, she finds sylus immensely interesting, especially because she doesn't understand him yet, nor does she completely understand his feelings towards her, despite them being in this fake relationship of theirs. kira wants to know him more, all of his sharp edges and what may lie underneath it, and the danger of him only makes it more thrilling to think about. she cares for him in the sense that she doesn't want to see him die. whether it's out of genuine affection or because she still needs him (just as she is still needed by him), she will continue to refuse to let him know.

[neverborncollective]

To the headmate (you know who you are) who dreamt about meeting a bunch of cool trans people and getting turned in to a vampire. Thanks for the most disappointing morning we've had in a while

[horce-divorce]

So to be clear tumblr is the only social media i actually bother to use with any regularly, but sometimes you crave variety. For example sometimes going on reddit is a nice distraction, and my feed is all really interesting silly low-investment type posts that i can scroll thru and be entertained by without feeling like i have to engage. and other times it feels exactly like facebook. just suggested post after suggested post that makes me say "god you people are so fucking unbelievably stupid." posts seemingly hand picked to make me so enraged, the exact kind of shit I go online to AVOID.

currently it's recommending me a bunch of posts about "why does America have so much looting?" That have a bunch of responses like, "Because of the crime wave, no one prosecutes shoplifters, people have just noticed its so easy to get a group together on whatsapp, etc" and WHY? It thinks I would want or need these posts? Idfk??? I hang out in r/antiwork and like 3 other main subs about being homeless and random entertainment topics. I don't use reddit for politics or world events. I do NOT get my news from there.

Anyway there was also one recommended thread about "why do rural folk feel looked down upon by city folks?" And all the responses were, "yeah! It's them who are rude to the city people!" And when someone mentioned the lack of resources in rural areas, another person chimed in to say "well I lived in Detroit and now I live in a rural area and we have WAY more food and resources than Detroit does!" But the second anyone brings up, you know, the socioeconomic factors that influence that shit, everyone's like whining and crying bc their little brains can't handle ""bringing race into it."" someone had a different life experience than you?! Pft, sure, and then all the bystanders clapped! 🙄

idk it's like. the more time goes on, the wider economic gaps become, the more obvious it is how effectively people are brainwashed. It's not like the answers to these questions are hidden esoteric mysteries. It's not like people having different, individual experiences in life is new. Even my grandma understands that a) people aren't actually looting that much and b) even if they were, have you bought groceries in the past 3 years? if so, why are you even asking that question?? But you try to actually talk about how bad shits getting and these fuckers go into high gear defending The American Way Of Life and blaming individual choices. Ppl are drinking the Kool aid so hard and they think water is just supposed to fucking taste like that

[rimeoverreason]

Ignoring the pain in his lips, he responded, hungry and curious, every nerve in his body awake. He kissed her until his lip started to bleed a little, and would have kept going had she not pulled away.

-- The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (chapter 24) by Suzanne Collins

[deathfavor]

@aknightwithnosword said: do you have any idea how crazy you are? // jc at xy ~ we all know the answer but ya know he's gotta say it for emphasis

no country for old men sentence starters

Red eyes glint in the darkness that is cast both by the thunderstorm as well as the overhang shadows from the roofs of the buildings in lotus pier. His footing had long grown steady to navigate the landscape - the wolves of the forest may not know how to get to lotus pier unnoticed, but the stray dog does. Xue Yang grins when Jiang Cheng speaks, white teeth flashing as a bolt of lightning pierces the sky and thunder shakes the earth and make him look like a breathing nightmare. Maybe it's a warning from the gods. But Jiang Cheng's far too deep in it now as far as Xue Yang is concerned.

With that acknowledgement, it only takes a few quick footsteps and then Xue Yang is inside the warm room and out of the freezing rain. It's almost painful how warm it is, the heat against cold skin. It's striking how stark the difference between inside and outside is. He laughs at the comment, hands moving to rest on his waist.

" Looked in the mirror lately, Sect Leader? " Xue Yang shoots back, making no attempt to hide the sharp glint in his eyes or the almost mocking tone with the title. He very rarely uses it, and never how it's intended to be used. " You're on the crazy list too y'know. "

He plops down on the ground, reaching inside his robe to pull out a candy to unwrap. He was due for it after all. Fingers pull away the patterned paper, and he tosses it into his maw.

" I mean. Not only do you engage with me - " Multiple meanings lurk in that phrasing " - but in your own quarters. " He grins, teeth sharp and dangerous but then he just throws back his head and laughs. " Don't worry. I'm used to being people's dirty little secret. " Rarely does Xue Yang speak of the past and even though this isn't direct, there's a clear implication sitting in the room with them now.

Subconsciously, his free hand rubs a bit at his gloved hand - the temperature difference is felt stronger in that hand with damaged nerves. He tilts his head to the side, playful and confident. " Looks like we're both crazy. "

[recitedemise]

A willing neck. Those don't come around often. Astarion carefully shifts the mans darkened honey locks away from his pulse point. "Well, it'd be rude to decline a free sample, wouldn't it? Don't worry, my sweet... I'll be gentle." And gentle he was, as much as a vampire spawn could be. His teeth sank into Gale's neck smooth; just a prick of pain and that was all. It wasn't until lips incased over the flesh wound and began to suction would Gale feel a discomfort. Astarion felt that discomfort anymore. Sewer waste filled his mouth, scent sparing his senses but his taste was assaulted with violence. Full on assault flooded his tongue and cheeks. He ripped himself away in disgust, face contorted as he spat the blood out to the dirt. "WHAT THE DEVILS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

That saccharine promise! How typical.

This here, beneath the watchful gaze of the midnight stars, is a gesture of trust and fledgling camaraderie. Anyone else in Gale's position would be frightened, he wagers, that Astarion so starved would suck them dry, but be it his limitless faith or that bewildering confidence, sweet Dekarios sits waiting without a fear. Still, anticipation sings his veins, his body shyly taken by the meagerest of jolts. Astarion prepares him, hand carding back his hair, and his pulse, so loud, throbs clear beneath the stars.

He smells like wine and sea salt spices and persimmons in the autumn... and more foully beneath it, rot and storm.

The pain is--docile. He'd expected a flash of agony, something that would surge in his marrow and clench his knuckles bone-white, but the fire and the torment feel leagues away. Astarion's fangs plunder, a bottled hiss tumbling loose from Gale's gut, though one pointed suck would fell it completely--and suddenly, he's shivering, cold and strange. Gale half-surrenders as Astarion tongues his pulse. Urges it. Then, as though poisoned, he pulls back sputtering.

"A thank you would have sufficed," Gale balks, grabbing his neck. The brush of those lips and the hunger in those wine-gushed eyes--gone, the vampire, scowl set, bleeds deep disappointment. Well! "Don't think I haven't noticed your gaze lingering my way when hunger takes you. I know better than most the irresistible pull of a stubborn curiosity. If I was on your mind, my taste or otherwise, I'm confident I shouldn't haunt it any longer. Consider this a favor: your academic appetite has been sated."