#kind of uninspired

[theimperials1]

A tormented mind can only spill from its entrails little more than the dread coming from darkness surrounding it.

[theimperials1]

BeachGoers.

She came walking from the sea. Her memories a blank, the very essence of who she was completely gone from her mind as she simply allowed her boots, all wet from the sea, to keep walking over the sand, she stared around, not really sure of what was supposed to happen now, was there even something fated to happen?

She then looks at the side as the wind howled by the sea, there, on the small horizon, she saw and heard, almost as if her very 'ears' where over there, the celebrations, those were going on, with the zoom her visor could achieve she noted the great amount of alcoholic drinks, and how weak and pathetic the humans hanging around the fire were.

She kept hearing the waves crash against the shore, and then, incoherent thoughts, incoherent notions, ideas (orders?) came to her. She twitched and glitched, a hand went over her visor as the symbol appeared, the fangs emerged and she was now drooling old oil from her last meal.

When had her last meal been?

And could human blood taste as remotely good? only one way to find out, and the steps on the sand, erased by the waves, spoke by themselves of who were going to be the lucky ones to help her verify.

"I'm not like the other girls~" A thought, on the void head so filled with the need to feed, a rarity "I'm like no one else"

Eat the beachgoers little solver drone, you can do it!

[bu99erfly]

SEULGI GUILTY, 240207

[randomthunk]

Can androids achieve a soul, and other such things I think about because of Data.

[johaerys-writes]

September was so draining that I haven't written anything in like a week and no WIP in particular sparks joy atm, pls help me out 😭

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 26

Prompt: Stoned

Pairing: Swiss/Reader

Tags: marijuana use, dry humping

Notes: millennials, i'm sorry in advance for coming at you (actually, get dunked on). if it's any consolation was saying shit like that in 2016 too.

At this point, making bongs out of weird shit probably qualifies as a hobby of yours.

“Got pumpkin guts in my mouth,” you spit, pulling a string of orange goop off your tongue. “Why the fuck did we do this again?”

“Because it’s Spoopy Season,” Swiss replies into the crook of your neck. “And we’re festive as shit.”

You cringe at his choice in vocabulary, trying to scoot away but finding yourself pinned under him. “Please never say that again. You sound like a Millennial.” In a literal sense, he is one, having stalked this earth long before your father’s-father’s-father’s-father’s-father was even a twinkle in his father’s eye. Still, it hardly gives him the right to talk like it’s 2016 again.

He hums, and you settle back into comfortable silence. You’re featherlight, a veil of fog draped over your mind. Mountain does not fuck around with the shit he grows, and after a hellish week (not in a good way) of Copia micromanaging your preparations for Samhain, to go brain-dead for a while is exactly what you need.

It feels like the couch is swallowing you, and Swiss’ body is like the heaviest weighted blanket, comforting in the way that it smothers you. After a while, the ghoul begins to hum a tune into your neck. It doesn’t sound like any song you know, but something about the melody is familiar, like a long-forgotten lullaby. Absentmindedly, you card your fingers through his hair, delighting in the texture of his curls. Swiss lets out a contented sigh, pressing a kiss to your neck. You twitch a little, senses heightened by the high. Then he shifts. The thigh he has carelessly slotted between your legs rubs you just right, and you can’t stop the  noise that bubbles out of you.

He moves again, testing the waters. This time, you grind your hips into the firm muscle, scratching his scalp encouragingly. His mouth, impossibly hot, again latches onto your neck as he begins to suck on the tender skin. Surely you’ll be made fun of for walking around the Abbey covered in hickeys, but you don’t want him to stop, not when it feels this good. Your lips part, a needy moan spilling forth as you grind up into his thigh. Against your hip, Swiss’ cock twitches, already filled out.

Neither of you are in any rush. Sometimes you fuck with purpose, like when he needs to get loose before rehearsal, or when you just want to scream after a meeting, but this isn’t one of those times. Why end it so soon? It’s not like you’re going anywhere.

After sucking on your neck a little while longer, Swiss begins trailing kisses across your jaw. Still grinding against you, his forked tongue works its way past your lips almost as soon as he reaches them. Both of your mouths are dry, incredibly so, but it doesn’t faze either of you. Suddenly, he pulls away, spitting.

“You taste like pumpkin,” he says. Suddenly, you’re both convulsing with laughter. When your sides begin to hurt, tears welling up in your eyes, you have to force yourself to breathe, clutching your stomach.

“Too festive,” you wheeze. “Too spoopy for me.”

[kira-light0]

I'm flooded with boops (keep sending more)

[yeetushaitus]

"just say cheese!"

[fayevalcntine]

But there was one startling young man among them I didn't recognize immediately. He was my age perhaps, and quite tall, and when our eyes met I remembered who he was. Nicolas de Lenfent, eldest son of the draper, who had been sent to school in Paris. — Lestat de Lioncourt, The Vampire Lestat

[downsteepy]

2dante

[theimperials1]

The old routine has gotten to the core of my soul, how can I even consider myself to exist without the long and gray streets plagued by fog? Without the emotions of a library coming from the days of yore? Without the smell of rain?

[kepkosim]

i want your sims in my game so bad they are all so gorgeous PLEEK

thank youuu!! :( I can't share them cause of their skinblends though but maybe I'll make a sim without a special skinblend in the future though!!

[cangrellesteponme]

btw i want to let it be known that every time i say something good about a fiction book on here it's a book i would never EVER recommend reading.

[sinistersuns]

not to be a hater (yes to be a hater) but resin dice boxes are the ugliest things ever man i don’t want a $30 slab of shit

[soren-apologist]

soren

that is all

[autism-swagger]

Could you imagine if Scream 7 was released and we find out she's actually just a struggling single mother who's trying her best.