#pom's vulture tag

[mossyflowers]

okay okay okay how about purposed organisms did POM ever make any

BASIL U ARE GETTINF MY ASS TODAY

I'd say she made a lot tho!! The main ones that come to mind are Glowstick and the worms in her can, but there's definitely more that I haven't thought about

Fun fact- but bioengineering organisms was actually one of the main things POM and ESH bonded over when they were first starting to communicate <:)

The two of em were working on smth for ESH's situation (which I'll eventually get to on the blog once I get a good ask for it :]c) but that's currently on pause because of POM's whole thing with the rot

[arts-i-enjoy]

Pick a song for each letter of your URL, and then tag that many people! Tagged by @astarlingdiscovery. I'm going to endeavor to use mostly songs I've discovered on my own, so it's not just Cas Songs Everywhere

A - Another Saturday Night

R - River Song

T - The Parting Glass

S - Starchild

I - Is This Love or Mass Extinction

E - Emerald Eyes

N - New Dying Soldier

J - Jacqueline

O - Over My Head

Y - Your Racist Friend

Youtube link | Tidal Link

Okay AND tag 10 people. @wolfbro92 @yaboynotaboyoshalyn @thenarrativefoil @vulture-bone @fourteen--steps @pom-seedss @evilweasel24 @sootlet-too @road-rats @elliwoods

[fizzigigsimmer]

She’s Always a Woman to Me.

A few days ago I started thinking about what the series would have been like if Billy had been cast as a girl, and Fem!Billy is so fun to think about. She was kicking around in my brain so I wrote a little something. No plans for a full fic or anything, but I’m looking forward to writing some more moments as the inspiration comes. Title comes from one of my fave Billy Joel songs, tagging these bits ‘always a woman’ for easy find.

Halloween 1984,  a big house decorated in paper pumpkins and black streamers that belongs to some girl who’d chewed her gum like a cow and looked at Billie with appraisal in her eyes when she’d handed her a brightly colored flyer.

They meet at a party but Billie hears about Steve Harrington from almost the first minute she steps foot in Hawkins High. Billie doesn’t want to be in this hick town, living out Neil Hargrove's American dream 2.0, with Susan and the little twerp; but if she has to be, someone will rue the day and she doesn’t particularly care who it is. 

She blazes into the parking lot, her baby purring beneath her hands, music on blast, hell on wheels, and they all look her way because they must. It’s what she expects, but still the sun reflecting off of so many bright eyes she won’t meet gives her a moment of pause. She reaches for nicotine comfort with practiced boredom while she ignores Max bitching about having to use those stick legs, and considers the muscled thighs spilling out of the torn denim skirt she chose that morning. Billie hopes they have a good volleyball team here. She’s gonna be fucking pissed if she has to wave pom poms from the sidelines.

Her lungs full of bitter courage Billie opens the door of the car someone else’s daddy would have bought for them, and climbs out heels first, legs following. They’re deceptively long, but after a full chest and a nice ass they’re her best feature. She should know. Neil is always commenting on her body. First to comment on her weight and compare her to all the other little girls whose daddies showed them off like trophies; and then, once she got into sports and started filling out, to comment on how much she was starting to look like her mother.  

Billie’s a whore and a bitch who isn’t going to put up with his shit much longer, like mother like daughter. The heels, the skirt, the black eyeliner and the vamp lips, that’s for Neil so that he can’t forget it. So that he’ll see failure past, present, and future every time he looks at her. The silver glittering in her ears  and the strut in her walk as she cuts a path through these midwestern yokels is all for her. Because she might be a bitch, but she’s queen bitch. She’s wanted. When she doesn’t believe it all she has to do is look around.

It doesn’t take her long to figure out the hierarchy at Hawkins High. The popular girls flock to the new blood on campus like vultures, hovering above to gauge how soon Billie will be ready for consumption. A red headed harpy named Carol takes the lead, asks all the faux polite questions with a sneer in her eyes and a mocking smile as she leans up against the locker beside Billie’s, trying to hide the jealous glances she can’t help but keep flicking over Billie’s wardrobe. Hipper and more daring than she’ll achieve in her wildest dreams.  

Billie lets her eat her heart out, impresses her easily with how uninterested she is in impressing someone like her, and answers the unsubtle question, “So you got a boyfriend back in Cali or what?” with a chuckle and a sneer of her own.

“No one a decent fuck couldn’t replace. But from where I’m standing I might be out of luck. Have any of these guys even touched a girl who wasn’t on a skin rag?”

Carol’s cronies look to her with wide eyes, unsure whether they’re allowed to laugh or not, but when she does they join her with wicked delight flashing in their eyes. It’s then that they close ranks around Billie, leaning in with shark like smiles and divulging in hushed tones the secret knowledge of the card carrying members of Harrington’s Hits. King Steve - the one all the guys want to be and all the girls want to date – used to know how to have a good time, they reveal.

The whole torrid and sad history of the missing king of Hawkins High unfolds before the bell for first period even rings. It’s not rocket science why he’s the big fish in this very small pond: big house, no parents, cool car, talented tongue and a big dick.  

Billie quickly figures out that Steve Harrington is the reason Carol is the defacto queen bee. Leader for lack of other options. Because Steve is the top dog, the undisputed king of the school, and in any sane world he’d be dating the baddest bitch, his equal in all ways - the one all the other girls want to be and the guys want to have. But instead he’s with Nancy Wheeler, whose name comes out of Carol’s mouth in flavors synonymous with the phrase ‘there’s a hairy mole on my tit.’

Nancy Wheeler. The good girl. The brain. The one who is too smart for fast boys, their cars, and the girls they ride with; who will go on to some big school and get a high paying job that will make them all proud to say they knew her when. Forbidden fruit for bad boys everywhere and tempting for it, but no real competition for a girl like Billie.  

Girls like Nancy are chicken shit to the core. They like to flirt with the things that Billie wears in her skin, the darkness that clings to her life and paints her in heavy blues and furious red. They don’t know how to handle boys who kiss with their teeth as often as their lips. Boys who collect names on a list and eat the world before it eats them and never hear no. Boys who push, always, just a little bit more. It’s fucking trite but they like to think they can. You know, be the beauty to someone’s beast. But they all run scared in the end or get eaten.

Billie’s got no problem with beasts. She is one.

So when Tasha -Trisha-Tanya - or whoever - invites Billie to her costume party (which lame, what are they seven?) she dresses to destroy in black leather pants, a black crop with a plunging neck that rides the border of decency, and a jacket and boots; because the terminator is hot shit.  

Her purpose there that night (to eat the heart of the king and crown herself queen) buzzes in the back of her mind with such sharpness only drink can soothe her. Somehow she ends up on a keg stand, some creep copping a feel while he holds up her legs, but even the creep is too busy to think about anything else as she smashes Harrington’s record.  

They’re all losing their shit after that, dragging her through the crowd to find Harrington, eager to see the absent kings face when he learns his record was just beaten by a girl, and Billie is resigned to what has to be and just hoping he’s a decent fuck and his dick is as big as Carol claimed. Because if Carol’s dog faced freckle plagued boyfriend Tommy is her best point of reference, oof.

Tommy tugs her forward and the crowd parts, and that’s how they meet. Steve, handsome and tall, and then painfully pretty as he whips off ray bans to glare at Tommy and scrutinize Billie with soft brown eyes. He’s the kind of imperfect beautiful that is overlooked in the middle of nowhere Indiana. Better appreciated on glossy pages, like an artwork. He’s so big, she thinks (a little too high from the booze and buzz) as their eyes connect, a fission of heat sinking down into her belly. And she’s not just talking about the impressive bulge those pants can’t hide.

It’s in the eyes. She sees the hunger in them as Tommy crows about how a little girl beat his record. It’s in how they burn as Billie spreads red lips into a wide grin and challenges him with a stare that says ‘and what are you going to do about it big boy?’. For a split moment it’s so clear that Steve wants to retaliate (be the winning man instead of the bigger one) and Billie can’t help but imagine what that might look like. What vicious words would he aim at Tommy, his once best friend, and just how oh how would those curling hands try and teach little old her a lesson?

There’s more to this boy than the others. Harrington has depths and Billie itches to explore. She licks her lips and Steve, he can’t look away.

Until he does. Little Miss Wheeler, who Billie hadn’t even noticed until the little priss scoffed loud enough to draw her boyfriend’s attention and then stumbled away, heading toward the punch station. Steve’s brow furrows in concern, and then he’s calling out after her and abandoning Tommy and the others to yap at Wheeler’s heels like a loyal dog.

Tommy stares after them and shakes his head, says with the kind of twisted up love spoiled little boys are so good at turning into weapons, “yeah that’s what I thought. I don’t know what the hell he sees in her.”  

“Maybe she hides crack in her snatch.” Billie suggests with a shrug and Tommy howls. He’s too drunk and this is too easy. She wants to follow that lingering scent of Guy Laroche and find Harrington. Test how long that leash Wheeler’s got him on really is. Poke and prod at that perfect facade until she finds all of the cracks – split him open right down the middle and maybe (just maybe) curl inside him, right up next to the beast she’s sure is sleeping inside of him.

Safe at last. The little girl she refuses to be voices, faint. But her inner child is easily squashed, buried behind the walls Billie has built around her (in her defense). In her defense, nowhere is safe. And she knows that. Thrives in spite. Stealing Nancy Wheeler’s man and returning the absent king to his throne will be a thrill, she decides. And that’s reason enough for the smile on her face as she slides her tongue over her lip in thought.

[thebluebellcompany]

FFXIV Write Day 14 -  Attrition

In which a moogle asks for training in the only way he knows how.

Another short and sweet one, since work has been hell and capitalism never stops.

- - -

“Pleaseeeeeeee Mister Campanula?” 

No response. 

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee Mister Campanula?”

A twitch of the ear. 

For roughly the past 2 bells or so, Mogweiss had been on a war of attrition with Campanula, circling around him not unlike a vulture looking at its latest prey. Leaving Moghome was his first step in wanting to become a knight, and when Mogweiss had realized that the viera had once been an active member of the Temple Knights, the begging had begun. Little pom waving excitedly in the air, Campanula could do not much else other than sit at his table and drink his tea and hope to Halone that the moogle would let go of the idea. 

Unfortunately, that did not seem to be happening anytime soon.

Eris, who had been drinking tea alongside the ex-Temple Knight, had only watched the resulting chaos with barely contained glee. “Oh come on Campanula, surely you can amuse him for a little bit.” 

“You’re biased.” He bit back, taking another sip of his tea. “Mogweiss could ask you to murder someone for him and you’d say yes.” 

Twisting her grin even larger, Eris only replied, “It would probably be justified.”, stopping the moogle from his continual orbit and settling him comfortably in her lap. “Besides, what harm could it do? You know he wants to become a knight anyway.” 

Campanula just shook his head. “Whoever heard of a knight moogle? Do they even make suits of armor that small?” Looking over the rip of his teacup at the creature, Campanula could only sigh. If he knew one thing about the godsdamned moogle, it was that he was persistent. It was how the thing managed to tag along with Eris in the first place, after all (though that hadn’t taken much convincing. Eris had taken one look at the moogles of Moghome and had fallen in love instantly, bonding with Ysayle over their combined cuteness). 

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Mister Campanula? I’ll be the greatest and hardest working student ever, I’ll train-”

“Alright, enough.” Setting his teacup down with a click, Campanula could only let out another sigh. This was going to be an ordeal. Might as well get over it and have the moogle run away at the first sign of hardship. “One day. One day, you follow my instructions correctly and without complaint, and then maybe you can think about training. Got it?” 

Mogweiss jumped out from Eris’s clutches and did a little spin in the air, wiggling his butt as he did so. “Oh yes! Thank you Mister Campanula! I’ll go grab my helmet!” Before Campanula could say anything else, the moogle had bolted off who knows where, seemingly to grab his armor. 

“He got to you too, huh?” Eris chuckled, taking a sip from her teacup. 

“Shut up Eris. We’ll see how long he lasts.” 

[sunflowerferret]

20 questions tag - tagged by @lilakennedy​ !! thank u!!

nickname: i have so many uhh theres rita, rj, a old friend of mine called me jackie cause of my love for jackieboy-man and ritz!

gender: uhh questioning! for now, non binary seems the best fit for me

astrological sign: scorpio

height: between 4′11 and 5′2

sexuality: i dont know man i used to use bi but its all over the place with me

hogwarts house: ravendor! ravenclaw + gryffindor 

favorite animal(s): dogs! (australian shepards, labs, poms, shiba inus, pit bulls and borzoi) but also red bearded vultures, snakes and sharks!

number of blankets: like on my bed or my whole house? on my bed like 2 in my whole house? 15+

where i’m from: america yeehaw

dream trip: canada or the uk

when i started this account: sometime this year ?? had a old blog before this in 2017

why i started this account: make some friends i suppose, talk with others about the things i like since i was lonely at the time

20 people: everyone who sees this bc i'm too nervous to @ anyone 

[vulturevomittm]

20 questions tag!

hey!! i just got tagged by @palraiyuk for this thing! i’m too anxious to tag ppl but if you are a friend/mutual/follower reading this and want to do it then you can just pretend like i tagged you asdjkgbaskljgbakjsnf

1.) nickname: god i love nicknames literally call me anything

main- Vulture-Vomit, VV, Sticky

additional- V, V-Vivvle, Venedict Viesel, Adhesive, Pancake/Pancakes, Glutecrepes, Stick, Sticktail, Stickers, Kiwi, Nutty, Nuttycake, Cryptid, Mimmikyu

2.) height: 5′2″, my little brother recently grew an inch taller than me and its a thing

3.) favorite school subject: besides my major (Visual Art), I would say i’m also fond of English! love to WRITE!!

4.) something i want to learn: MORE LANGUAGES fuck man im so seriously impressed by ppl who know 2 or more languages ive tried but im just not the best at budgeting the time for it (ive been stuck trying to learn spanish for a while, but i think i would also like to learn ASL and maybe japanese? idk if i ever get good at it maybe ill end up learning a whole bunch)

5.) favorite quote: do no harm, take no shit

also like anything from snapcube or snubdub bc theyre funny and cute and make me smile!!

6.) favorite food: yeah

im kind of a garbage disposal when it comes to good food like im not picky theres not a lot of stuff i DONT like- but im very partial to sweet or satly things like favorites are probably noodly stuff like beef lo mein and ramen, fruit like kiwi, watermelon, peaches, pineapple...... yes

7.) favorite place: idk anymore tbh a lot of the places i liked have been destroyed or altered in ways i cant rly enjoy... still love the old mulberry tree in my backyard i guess! and i’d love to go back to king’s island or holiday world some day: alternative answer- around ppl i love, doesn’t matter where!!

8.) what cant i leave the house without?: phone, glasses

in ideal situations i will also have: a hat, my wallet/ID, a water bottle, a phone charger (my portable charger if im REALLY on top of things), menstruation necessities, pens/pencils, a sketchbook and/or notebook, a flash drive, chest binder (and backup sports bra for binder breaks), i would say charms/accessories friends have given me but i usually overwear them and end up losing them fadskjlgbasdkjgb

also a boxcutter but i lost my boxcutter and probably should at least get some scissors or something

im kind of a mess sometimes so doesn’t always end up happening

9.) last song i listened to: denial and greed from cat’s cradle (the whole album really)

10.) identity: agender polyamorous bisexual im the them

11.) eye color: blue

12.) hair color: naturally? brown; right now it either needs to get bleached or shaved or both bc its been growing back to how i looked in high school faksdhgksajgn 

13.) something i collect: pokemon plush and cards, literally any non-food a friend gives me

14.) favorite movie: god there’s just so many movies i love uhhhhh anything with rly good animation like pom poko, the last unicorn, coraline are definitely up there ALSO POKEMON MOVIES THE ENTEI MOVIE IS SO HJECKInG GOOD

15.) favorite song: don’t really have one but i rly love 4lung’s stuff; alternative answer: any song that’s ever been made into a warrior cats AMV BONES SHATTER FALL APART AND HIT THE FLOOR-

16.) favorite book: stupid fcukngi warrior cats 

if we’re counting webcomics/visual novels then also put ShootAround by suspu and Butterfly Soup by Brianna Lei out there!

17.) zodiac: birthday is September 29th, 1997 so im a Libra! my chinese zodiac is the ox

i mean i read homestuck but i dont know the differences of like rising sun/moon or whatever else fdsahglaskj

18.) languages i know: fluent english, fragments of spanish and asl but not enough to be confident to speak it

19.) full name: i dont fuckin know man

rn i guess its Vulture Vomit Oakley but ive been toying around with something  like Voltaire like idk i like Voltaire but im not sure if im doing that bc i want it or bc i feel like i need to be professional or what i wish i could just like not have a name sometimes aksgdskgj

20.) tattoos/piercings?: someday maybe...... i have my ears pierced but it would be cool to have a tattoo and maybe some more ear stud things!

[arts-i-enjoy]

15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @professorrajansavarimuthu. Thanks! :3

Are you named after anyone?

Nope

When was the last time you cried?

yesterday

Do you have kids?

Nope

What sports do you play/have you played?

Used to play tennis and swim way back when I was little. Not really sure that counts lol.

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, frequently

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hm, I guess in-person, usually their clothes, I try to pay people compliments whenever possible and clothes are a good bet. Online....sense of humor?

What's your eye color?

Green

Scary movies or happy endings?

Generally happy endings but trying to get a foot in the door with scary movies :P

Any talents?

I don't particularly think so, not as such. I like to think I'm good with parrots, but that is definitely something developed over hundred and hundreds of hours with hundreds of birds lol.

Where were you born?

Florida, but the boring part

What are your hobbies?

Don't have a whole lot I do consistently. I'm trying to read/listen to books more like I used to, spend a little time doodling, needlecraft stuff on a rare occasion. Not any consistency.

Do you have any pets?

3 parrots, 1 snake, 2 cats that don't live with me anymore but I still consider mine. A colony of darkling beetles, bonus pets as a result of the snake.

How tall are you?

5 foot 6 if I'm being honest. 5'7 on a good day.

Favorite subject in school?

Meh. I guess maybe biology? My favorite course I ever took was a zoology course...

Dream job?

No aspirations on career, but maybe dream hobby/pastime would be working with rescue birds.

Tagging.....hm my options are somewhat limited on this blog, not everyone knows me here.... @wolfbro92 @hurdygurdywizard @astarlingdiscovery @childoferebus @yaboynotaboyoshalyn @thehotgirlproject @thenarrativefoil @vulture-bone @evilweasel24 @pom-seedss @sootlet-too @nyaz-chys @aeli-tan-art @fourteen--steps @jlinns