#starva

[fluoneia]

vi knew going back to piltover after another recent robbery was bad. yet, powder was sick and was in need of more nutrition and possibly some medicines. so, she made the tough, and, probably bad choice, to go back up into piltover to steal.

so here she was, scouting out nothing other then a mansion, much different to her usual small houses that she deemed safe, far away from piltover’s harsh security.

and she swore she saw the family leave for some fancy, to what she presumed to be a ball based on their crisp suits, and extravagant dresses.

so, she carefully picks the lock from the balcony, the dark room barely lit by the moonlight. she slides the door open, taking a soft step inside.

using the light from the flickering flashlight in her hand, she scoffed and smacked it against her hand, before facing it toward the room and peering around it.

her eyes widened. valuables, gold plated decorations all around the room. the gold enough, which she assumed to be real, would be enough to last her a lifetime.

she should really try robbing mansions more often.

vi quickly opens her bag, finding every valuable she could that was worth fortunes in zaun, and stuffed them inside the bag.

when she walked into the bathroom attached to the extravagant room, she takes a second to look around.

soaps, one’s that smelled of fancy perfumes and scents, and random glass jars on the counter filled with products that smelled equally as good.

she picked up a glass, opening the lid, and taking her finger through the white product. she sniffed it, before rubbing her thumb through the product in her hand.

she shrugged, closing the lid and popping it into her bag.

vi hummed, turning around, before freezing, blood running cold when she saw you, standing with a gun pointed toward her chest.

“what the hell are you doing in my house?” you sneer.

she inhaled a sharp breath, hands carefully raising above her head. “sightseeing?” she prompts.

you stare her up and down, before cocking your head behind you. you slowly take steps backward, still holding the gun toward her.

she takes the hint, stepping toward you, until you were both in the open room.

“i’m going to ask you again,” you say, head cocking backward with a frown on your face, “why are you in my house?”

“you asked what i was doing in your house last time.” she sneers.

you scoff. “you should really be more careful talking to the girl holding a gun.”

“you’re not gonna do anything with it. pilties don’t like viole—“

she is cut off as your finger clicks the trigger, shooting just to her right, with precise aim not to hit her.

“i’m not just a piltie. i’m training to be an enforcer. do you know what that means, zaunite?”

she gulped. “enlighten me.”

she stills as you take steps toward her, each soft pad against the floor making her heart thump.

“it means i’m not above killing people like some of these other soft-hearted morons are.”

“why don’t you just get this over with and turn me in?” vi says, head tilting down toward you. “or just shoot me.”

you stay silent.

“go ahead. call for your friends and turn me in to stillwater.”

“i’m not gonna do that.”

“heh?” her brows furrow, “why the hell not?”

“i don’t want to.”

“why?” vi instigates, “come on, you were just going on about how you’re gonna become a big-shot enforcer. so, turn me in.”

“you’re talking like you want me to turn you in.”

“well, why don’t you want to?”

“just shut up!” you jeer, holding the gun with a firmer grip. “what if i.. just don’t want to?”

“then.. i guess, you’re one of those soft-hearted morons.”

your face tightens. yoh stare, before sighing and lowering your gun. you toss it onto your bed, tightening your lips.

“i’m not actually training to be an enforcer.” you sigh. “i’m.. a librarian.”

“hah!” vi snorts, “so you’re just a nerd, then.”

“hey, you’re still in my house. and you’re a thief. you’re not above me.”

she tuts her lips, shrugging.

you purse your lips. “you must be hungry.”

“do you just assume all zaunites are on the brink of starvation?”

“well, aren’t you?” you contest.

she purses her lips.

“what’s your name, thief?” you jest.

“alright, lay off the thief part, cupcake.”

“you’re a thief. are you not?” you decide to ignore the nickname.

“yeah, but..” she runs a hand over her face, “it’s degrading.”

“and cupcake isn’t?” you raise a brow. “are you hungry, or not?”

“.. i could eat.” she shrugs. truth be told, she hadn’t eaten properly in weeks. majority of her food was given to powder, considering she was sick.

“let’s go then.”

you leave no room for argument as you turn on your heel, opening the door to your bedroom, and walking down the hall.

vi followed, peering at the portraits on the wall. you weren’t in any of them. why?

“why aren’t you in these portraits?” vi asked, looking at the family of four with two boys, a mother and a father.

“uh..” you hesitate. “i’m adopted. they don’t really like me in their portraits.”

“oh.”

you stop walking, before turning back around.

“right. kitchens that way.”

“you don’t know the layout to your own house?” vi’s brow furrowed, tucking her hands in her pockets.

“i only moved in last year. it’s a big house, alright?” you roll your eyes, turning around, and walking.

vi hesitates, before letting it go, and following you again.

you step into the kitchen, walking inside and grabbing something out of the fridge.

she pops it into what vi presumed to be a microwave, having seen it in the houses she robbed before. you lean against the counter, and look to vi, before looking around.

“there’s some chocolates on the counter if you want some.” you offer, gesturing toward the island in the middle of the room.

“chocolate?” she questions.

“yeah.. chocolate. have you never had chocolate before?”

vi picks up one of the gold wrappers. “we don’t have candy down in the lanes. i caught powder almost trading something i was going to sell for food for a piece of candy.”

“who’s powder?”

“my little sister.” vi turns around, ears peeking at the beeping of the microwave. you take the plate out of the microwave, plopping it on the counter beside vi. you jump up, sitting on the island while vi inspects the plate.

“you can take some. i’m sure she’d love it.”

“wont your parents care?”

“nah, they won’t mind.” you shake your head, looking around the kitchen once more.

vi picks up the metal fork, stabbing it into the piece of meat on the plate, and taking a bite. her eyes light up at the taste of chicken that she hasn’t had in years, much less this tasty and rich.

she peers to you, looking at you stifle a laugh, and returns her face back to its solemn state.

“it’s alright.”

“alright? you wound me.” you place a hand on your chest, right over your heart.

“you made this?”

“yeah. i cook dinner most of the time since my brothers have extra-curricular stuff.”

vi nods.

“so.. you said your sister, powder, was sick?” you ask, tilting your head toward her.

“yeah.” vi nods, “you know the lanes.. lots of chemicals, and stuff. and it’s not so clean down there. her and little man like to run around, and i guess she caught something while they were out.”

“little man?”

“ekko. he’s with benzo. him and powder became friends, since there’s not a lot of people their age down there who still value their innocence.”

you hum.

“i think i have some medicine that could help her.” you say.

“no.” vi rejects, “no, i don’t need your medicine.”

“well, it could help—“

“why do you want to help me so much?” she drops the fork, “i’m a thief. i was robbing your bedroom.”

you purse your lips.

“you know, most pilties would turn in a criminal like me. not.. treat them to dinner, and offer to help their sick relatives.”

you jump off the counter. “yeah. im feeding you dinner, and im offering medicine for your sick sister. and, im letting you keep the stuff you stole from me.”

“like you said, you’re a thief. just be grateful im offering this to you, and stop asking questions.” you exhale.

vi gnaws at the inside of her lip. “fine. but i don’t owe you anything.”

“that’s fine with me.” you snap back. “give me your bag.”

hesitantly, vi hands her the bag off her shoulders. you thank her, walking toward the door.

and then, you sprint off.

vi’s brows furrow. “the hell?” she whispers, walking toward the door and peering around. that’s when she hears the crash of a window, and she internally cursed herself.

“hey!” she yells, racing toward the now broken window. she leans over, to see you climbing the roof and jumping through the rooftops.

of fucking course.

you weren’t a librarian. you weren’t some prissy piltover. no piltover has that sympathy.

you were a zaunite. just like her.

and you just stole her loot.

vi should be chasing after you. demanding her stuff back. but.. she just.. laughs.

a few weeks later.

vi told no one of the girl she encountered in piltover. she told no one she left for piltover that night in the first place.

you held a spot in her mind, both filled with anger and.. adoration.

vi had to admit, it was kind of funny how quickly she was to trust that girl. she didn’t live in that house, make that food. she was robbing the same house, and took advantage of the fact vi had already taken majority of the valuables.

she kind of admired you.

vi took a sip of her water, not paying attention to the conversation mylo and claggor were having.

and that’s when she saw you. delivering pieces of metal to vander.

vi abruptly stands.

“hey!” she calls out across the bar, “you!”

she races over to you. as soon as you see her, your eyes widen, instantly racing out the bar. she chases after you.

“cupcake, get back here!”

“cupcake?” mylo and claggor say in unison.

“oh, you little—“ vi races out the bar.

“better luck next time!” you laugh, racing down the street.

“i’m gonna find you! you can’t run forever!”

but you were long gone.

vi would find you. because you intrigued her more then anyone ever had, and..

she couldn’t lie and say you weren’t all that bad looking. what can she say?

vi likes the chase.

[kinbari14]

Trigun STAMPEDE Concept Art "Starva," aka Black Vash

[fazbears-warehouse]

CROSS SANS ID PACK

requested by anon!

Names: Axel, Charm, Creed, Daphne, Lillith, Ophelia, Romeo, Sheridan, Starva, Syrus, Xavier

Pronouns: slash/slashes, cross/crosses, knife/knifes, rewrite/rewrite, over/write, soul/souls, corrupt/corrupts, regret/regrets, possess/possesses, fight/fights, clash/clashes, betrayal/betrayals, dust/dusts, dual/duals

Identites: Xknifeic/Crossknifeic, UTRoyalguardic, monsoulic, Evposine, Terrorpunk, Beingblazein, BACKSTABBERSONGIC, Monsterachronal, Aualtunic, Diveraltunic, aldervoisans, gametalksonic, Soldiergender, Soldziengender, sacrificiallambic

[viebah]

Webcomics : Starva Saga #7

Currently fixing the Accent Bug in my engine. It defines accents as special characters that it doesn't show on screen. This poses a big problem for the French version, as you might have guessed. I haven't tested the save system yet. normally it should work, I think. moreover, I don't think there will be any open zines as soon as starva is launched. there are some close by, but I just won't have the time to implement them after a while. I'm fed up with it, it has to come out so I can tryhard the pages and the scenario. kisses.

[starchanged]

@picavecalyx texted back: [SMS] you're kinda fucked :o moving would be immoral. i support the leaf!!!

[TXT: Shining Starva] NOOOOOO [TXT: Shining Starva] morals be damned im in the middle of a run on cult of the wooloo here!! [TXT: Shining Starva] ill tell leafeon u support her tho shell appreciate it

[rebeldesthings]

Till now I don’t get why he posts of starva more than any app he has around 78 likes in each post .. it makes no sense I really hope he is not releasing a book or anything that makes fans need to buy his product because unfortunately they will not because of the lack there of posts on his social media me my self forgot about him until I randomly remembered him this is the first time in a long time that happened unfortunately this will happen to the remainder of us

I don't know. It's his choice, and I don't feel like dictating his life and what he needs to do. He knows himself best. He knows his popularity and what he can do with it. Of course, from a fans perspective, I'd be nice if he was more active. But taking a neutral side also makes me understand his reasons and choices and why he's not so active anymore.

[babyawacs]

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[ausetkmt]

Kenya cult death toll reaches 200, with more than 600 reported missing

The bodies are believed to be those of followers of a pastor based in coastal Kenya, Paul Mackenzie. He's alleged to have ordered congregants to starve to death in order to meet Jesus.

More than 600 people are still missing.

Mackenzie, who was arrested last month, remains in custody. Police plan to charge him with terrorism-related offenses.

[kyerematuk]

“Death Date” Just Set By Elites—Our Food Is Under Attack, Famine? Starva...

[dietcolasaveus]

Pov moja głowa podczas starva "High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed, Nobody can stop me"

Boże czuje się tak jakby "marina and the diamonds" nie istniała to moje życie byłoby inne shsh

[the-great-io]

i said i couldnt die IN GENERAL NOT JUST FROM STARVA- IM NOT STARVING!!

A familiar figure walks past kicking over a few bottles as he does. He appears agitated and in a foul mood

Stupid damn bottles

Get out of my way

....

you just-

what the FUCK GET AWAY FROM ME AND MY PERFUMES ASSHOLE I'LL KILL YOU!-

[viebah]

Webcomics : Starva Saga #6

J-5

Starva is about to see the light of day. it's a start, there will be 20 pages on the application that hosts Starva. i coded it myself but i'm not a programmer so i did what i could with what i had. i'm working hard on the script and the software that runs Starva. Thanks for following me.

[rebeldesthings]

He looks so tired on the starva pic and h does not like his pics I think they broke up .. I mean everything happens for a reason and I think c broke up with him .. just the vibes I’m getting it’s sad but a little bit good because I really just though h was too private for him .

I downloaded the app again just to see how frequently H likes his posts, and from what I saw, he never liked every single post of his. The last post he liked was on 26th August. So it's not that far ago. Maybe they're still together. Maybe not. But I genuinely believe that he was good for him no matter how private he was/is. Connor is a private person himself, so him dating someone who's more open wouldn't have worked out either way...