#starvingtongue

[edsummerie]

what is your post-fast routine? do you break your fast with a little, low cal snack? do you eat a big meal? how long do you go back to fasting after breaking your fast????

im so confused

[whiteofelijah]

Starving

[monmuses]

@starvingtongue continued from here

"Necessary, but at what cost ... " It was a thought that always seemed to flutter to the front of his mind. He knew it was necessary, but at times, he wished violence was not always the answer in situations where it could be resolved. Though, that never seemed to be the case. Hell, he shared custody with the other part of his mind that seemed to enjoy the violence and bloodshed.

It was a damned thing to want those to live and only the sinful to die for what they do, but living on Pandora doesn't give you that kind of luxury to spare others. It'd only turn around to bite you sooner or later.

He gave one glance to the other, knowing that what they said was true. His own statement felt a bit redundant in this day and age, but he had his reasons to feel some kind of compassion for people. For those who deserve a little better than this hellhole of a planet. "Yeah ... you're right," he said. "It's ... changed me, I guess. Pandora is just one of those planets where you can't exactly cooperate without violence."

Betrayal was a damned thing. He knew that. His hand gripped on the rifle he held between his arms, keeping his buzz-axe within reach in case something were to jump out, " ... what brought you out here this far on Pandora?" He asked, curiosity striking his tongue.

[general-kalani]

{ @starvingtongue liked for a starter from Pagan Min! }

"What in the HELL ARE YOU?! What are you doing in my palace?! MY kingdom of Kyrat?! I demand answers and as King of Kyrat you shall obey, thank you."

[valiantseeker]

"You fight very well, you know ?" Paine doesn't seem like the most talkative person at all, but Locke always chats while traveling. This world is crazy. He's glad his friends are here, of course, but it's also impressive to see all these heroes from other worlds, who have a lot in common with them while also being different. "You're Yuna's friend, right ? She has been talking about you for a while."

@starvingtongue / paine ❤'d !

[yunhuntress]

@starvingtongue continued from: [x]

The huntress continued to lean finding herself closing her eyes in pure comfort against Paine. It wasn't so strange granted they had gotten rather close as friends since their journeys together quite a while ago. Fang was fully relaxed in the shade away from the sun at the moment. It was rare for her to have her guards down in such a fashion but she had no fear of Paine turning around and hurting her.

Keeping green eyes closed for a moment, she smiled hearing her companion. It was nice to hear such things from the other woman as well as how soft her voice sounded at the moment. Maybe they were both able to just be themselves for a change without the need to put up warrior facades all the time.

"I'm glad for that cause I don't want anyone else to lean on but you, Paine."

[moonrevolutions]

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°✩₊˚.⋆ @starvingtongue. meme. still accepting!

less of an unpopular opinion again and more of a pondering. about a year ago... or maybe 2..... i blocked someone because they kept being like ' u like my canon, why dont u follow my oc?! if u follow my canon here and u dont follow my oc you should block me because you obviously dont care about me ' and rah rah rah and all other sorts of gutterbutt behavior. she did this shit every single day and i had enough like i may be a bitch but that kind of negativity is exhausting.

it's not on ur followers to make ur other blogs interesting enough to follow. that's on u to make ur other blogs interesting enough to follow. dont put the buck on ur followers and act like it's their fault that ur a flop. u should be thankful u have followers at all, mamas.

i have multiple blogs. i mean.... u never see them cuz i just dont have the emotional bandwidth to handle them all, but if i wanna do something on them. ill link them and be like u can join in on the shenanigans if u want.... and most people do that. most people are kind and sensible enough to just be like ok here u can follow me here!

but then u have these shrill, shrieky, no-talent havin ass people who dont prove their salt guilt tripping others into following their other half-assed muses that even they barely care about. that shit aint the wave.

yeah like no shit people might not wanna follow ur new blog. u havent given them a reason to peruse and get interested in what u have to offer on it.

be compelling enough to follow and stop blaming people who are minding their own business and just trying to write.

[moonspower]

“Dear Diary” (specifically for something from his ffx verse?)

✨ @starvingtongue. meme. still accepting! ft. @meyvn of course!

I feel insane over all of this shit going on right now and maybe that's because I'm a failure. My pilgrimage is a bust, my home has been destroyed, my grandparents are dead, all of my neighbors are dead, and I've lost so many people. So many people, I can't even count anymore. I've been sending so many souls to the Farplane—they keep uncovering corpses from the rubble. I don't know what to do with myself. It shouldn't have been this way. It's been days since the destruction of Kilika by Sin and the body count rises.

People shame me for not doing what I needed to do. Not directly to my face, but they say enough for me to read between the lines and pick up that they're disappointed in me. I don't really blame them, I made a promise before I left this place.

It's unfair to blame myself. A lot of summoners really don't make it to Zanarkand, but I could have fucking made it. I was too afraid. And, I hated my guardian. The journey with him was pretty much over by the time we got on the boat and left Kilika. There was no way in Hell I'd actually trek across Spira with him.

At the same time, I should've loved Spira enough to finish my training earlier and get a move on. Maybe I'm just looking for a place to put my negativity. And, I'm completely jaded by my faith. So much of my life was wasted on Yevon. Worship, the temples, apprenticeship, scripture, trials, trying not to sin. For what, though? For fucking what? I'm in my twenties, I don't even know who I am! I never got to find out! I was too busy kneeling down and putting my head to stone, praying! And, still, I spend my days now dancing for the dead.

This is a life wasted. I'll never get those years back; instead, I'm going to meander through my entire days wondering what I could've done and who I could've been had I not devoted myself to becoming a summoner when I was just a child. Why do we let children make this decision knowing that a completed pilgrimage means death? I miss my best friend. Nooj should be with me. I don't even know if he'd acknowledge me. He doesn't write to me anymore.

I did hear whispers that he's coming back, but we'll see.

I'm just not happy, right now.

[companyenvy]

"Human logic doesn't apply to me." (from the watcher)

@starvingtongue

"What? What— what do you mean? What do you mean you're not human? I mean, you're very tall, and cool looking, and I didnt want to, you know, assume anything based on you looking different from most humans—"

Vaughn kept backing away. He wasn't looking where he was going though, and backed into a rock he tripped over, falling onto his ass with an ungraceful 'oof!' and staring up wide-eyed at the— well, thing. Tall thing. That probably wanted to kill him, or.... well, do what, exactly? It looked intimidating as hell, like it could tear his arms off with no effort at all, probably just by looking at then sideways. Not that he had any evidence to support this theory though.

He swallowed.

"What do you want from me?"

[royalight]

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting.

@starvingtongue asked: ❛ this is a good look for you. ❜ from Paine

"You,   really   think   so?"        Truthfully,       Sarah   wasn't   accustomed   to   such   -   casual   attire.        Donned   were   mostly    intricate   and    elaborate    gowns.       Suiting   of   a   crowned    Princess   but   not   exactly    'adventurer'    appropriate.

Skirt   was   exchanged   for   thigh   high   shorts   and   her   shirt   exposed   part   of   her   midriff    -        a   little   revealing,   she   thought    ...    but   it   aligned   with   what   the   other   girls   were   wearing.         

"I   feel   a   little   out   of   my   element   but    ....        this   could   be   a   good   change.       Thank   you   for   inviting   me,   Paine.            I   look   forward   to   journeying   with   you   -"

[decidentia]

◈  @starvingtongue said: ❛ 🍉 What’s your character’s favourite kink? (for Farkas) ❜ // nsfw character trait meme.

Breeding.  Admittedly, part of it is due to his beast blood, and an inherent instinct to breed, but it’s also because of the risk and intimacy.  Farkas favours unprotected sex, enjoying the emotional and physical connection he feels it brings.  His pull-out game is so, so weak and it really can't be counted upon as even the most tenuous form of contraception.  When with a partner who cannot conceive – be it due to infertility, the absence of a womb, or birth control – Farkas still gets a rush from coming inside them.  This also links in with knotting when he is in his lycanthrope form, if his partner is into that. 

His primal kink also gets an honorary mention!  Maybe it’s the beast in him, or because he’s a brute of a man, but give him sex that’s frantic and unfiltered and animalistic.  We’re talking chasing, nipping, biting, growling, marking.  Farkas also enjoys struggles for dominance, and even consensual forced submission.

[rcsetorn]

@starvingtongue for FFXII verse Paine~

╼ ༺ :||          Heavy, armored footfalls may as well been a heralding trumpet within the aerodrome. Heads turning at the her entrance, it was less than grand as once reveled in Alexandria, but she paid the citizens shying away little mind and only briefly scanned the crowd. Though a brief hum could be heard echoing within the Archadian helm.

"Is there something amiss, Judge Ronelle?" a subordinate questioned.

Unsure of the answer herself, she dismissed her companion's concern. "Nothing over which you should raise concern." From the docked airship, Beatrix turned away. "Return to the Fortress without me. A trifling matter which both our presence would appear overbearing on Nalbina."

Even hidden behind the faceplate, the other's hesitation was evident. However, who were they to argue against a superior without a reprimanding. Clinks of armor masked their hushed complaining, but wordlessly they sulked off parting their own stream of port guests. Although her own direct army would have suffered for such slight of tongue, she wished not to make a scene.

If by intuition or some curious vague recollection, the Judge planed to gain more information from the port attendant of this select aircraft and its passengers.

And in particular why there was no required official escorting them through.

[braskide]

‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ (from Dona)

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲. the years have washed over them, slipped away from their hands with apparent ease, yet it shows in the lines of their faces now, the fatigue pinned at the corner of the straight lips as yuna looks up from where she sits, eyes met with a familiar figure that had been sitting in a distorted and intermitted silence with her, one that she would not necessarily call uncomfortable.

when she met dona, back then — they were young, and yuna more naive than the older, yet they defended themselves from the other, as if the thought of dona pouncing at her any moment was ever present. dona was at times intense in a way yuna could never understand, not entirely at the very least — she had tried to see the world through her eyes at times, but would never quite grasp the reality of hers, not for lack of want, but two planets that are bound to forever gravitate into each other's orbit will never clash course and become one, and eventually, instead, they shall drift away from one another. in truth, time has been essential to mend wounds. she was no longer the lost young summoner of long ago, and dona shared that trait with her, although the finale has been written differently for each: a high summoner sits across the ghost of potential, of great promise; a shell of a what a great high summoner could have been.

perhaps, yuna prefers it this way, in her own selfish way of thinking. dona saw her as a rival when she was nothing but braska's daughter, and now that yuna's shadow has been cast in the same way as of her father if not in bigger grandiosity, she feels like the mantle she carries is better suited for someone like dona, one that would withstand anything — yet, yuna could never wish to have seen her turn into a statue. and dona would have been a golden one, rich with tradition and flowers thrown at her feet. but yuna sees her now as they face one another in maturity, and the thought of dona standing tall in front of yunalesca trespasses the strings of her heart. would she have done the same, knowing the truth? would she have turned herself into the hero spira has never deserved regardless?

yuna's lashes flutter, taken out of her rapture, dona's silky voice creating the arrow that shoots through her chest once more. their reality is not as ephemeral as it used to be and through its realization, it made them become new figures, ones that perhaps have little knowledge about what one's life is supposed to turn out to be. they were both so young and life barely at the beginning of its short immensity, yet — counted days. now? kilika and bevelle, so far away and so different, resplending their impact on both of their figures, showing the intricacies of their different characters. yet, still, no matter how far a drifting orbit dona would turn out to be, yuna finds herself wishing for her to reconnect, find the missing pieces of a puzzle they became of one another. ❝ i think you're wrong, ❞ her voice starts softly, yet the weight of the words' importance shows.

( 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇. )

it's a daring concept to think one might make the former summoner believe anything coming from her might be wrong, but yuna does so regardless, defying every unspoken rule between them as she has done since meeting her eyes first, years pass. ❝ how dare you? ❞ her attention is undividedly lost on the hazel of dona's eyes, melting mismatched eyes into her stare. brows furrow as to show the signs of the damage of her words, head tilting and coming forward, almost invading her space. yuna's soft spoken voice is lost somewhere along the years, her long hair falling from her shoulders. there's something dangerous that dona is implying, and it makes the apparent resting fire inside ignite and blaze. sin is a scar they carry, ever present — yuna knows it. ❝ i would miss you, ❞ yuna knows pity is not what dona searches for, but something tells her she knows what her words mean; anything but pity, compassion, mercy.

( 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. )

❝ i would never forgive you. ❞ it stings, like nails on board. but yuna keeps her stare, piercing and unforgiving, soft around the corners, tears hiding in plain sight on her lids. it hits her, as it should never do so for a high summoner — but things have changed, for better and for worse.

[monmuses]

@starvingtongue continued from here

It had been a dying wish of hers to know what exactly had happened for her to obtain these kinds of powers and who the Eridians were. The recent research, thanks to Tannis, and the opening of the Vault on Pandora had brought on a new horizon for the Crimson Raiders. It was no longer a hunt for liberation, but a hunt for knowledge. To know the history before they got here, and why people were starving to look for the Vaults and open them themselves. There were so many questions ... but little answers.

She wanted to know. It was of her own volition to ask the Watcher, but it drove her to look for answers. Hell, having somebody who knew of the Eridians and their history, she wanted to know. And for some answers behind everything else on Pandora.

The makeshift structure in front of them had been so reminding of the previous structures of stone with Eridian writing all over it. The way it had been set up was almost exact, but it drove her intuition off. Made by humans? Was there some kind of cult that emerged after the Eridians were gone? That was her only assumption in this place. Any cult could grow from any kind of belief if they held onto that hope.

" ... yeah. Yeah, I do," she managed to say. "There's ... so many ideas and ... questions. A ... friend of mine has been telling me her theories and ideas with ... everything about Eridian history and the Vaults, but ... was this done by some cult? People who believed in Eridians like they were Gods? I only ask, 'cause ... there's too much of that back home. I just ... I want to know."

[general-kalani]

{ @starvingtongue liked for a starter from Wilhelm the enforcer! }

Being alive was not a foreign feeling to Wilhelm. What was foreign was the imminent stench of betrayal. The abandonment.

His mind failed to cooperate for a few minutes but system warnings flashed.

Heavy damage sustained. Disconnection from lower legs.

It was hard for his memory to cooperate. To recognise that he wanted to access what happened before this. Then it clicked.

The fight with the Vault Hunters. They took him down. Nearly killed him if it wasn't for the fact he was... Meant to be a badass robot!

But here he was, staring at the sky as snow drifted down and touched what remained of his face.

He might as well-

[ UNABLE TO ESTABLISH CONNECTION TO HYPERION COMMUNICATIONS ]

Oh it was just his luck...

That was probably why there was no rescue for him. It was time for him to get repaired, then continue the fight with those Vault Hunters.

Though the question lingered in the back of his mind. Why were they able to destroy part of his body, but before they weren't able to scratch him?

It was something he didn't want to think about. Something he didn't want to entertain the idea of. Something he was somehow terrified of hearing the answer to.

[cosmicloved]

›› ( a starter for from kael kang for paine / @starvingtongue ) ‹‹

"If you're looking to piss off some restless spirits, you're going the right way about it." Kael knew what was happening here. He had seen the camera and put two and two together. Didn't take a genius to figure out. Whether or not old this building, long abandoned and barely holding itself together, was actually haunted was not something that held Kael's interest right now; all he cared was that it had been a good place for staring into space and minding his own business. Maybe he'd even distract himself for a while, reading through the years of crudely scrawled graffiti splattered across the whitewashed walls. Now, truth be told, Kael had been interested in ghost stories for as long as he could recall but, even so, he had never been particularly invested in chasing out his own. In that sense, it was hard to say he had much in common with the average ghost hunting YouTuber, such as the one (or so he assumed) stood before him. "Or maybe I'm just saying that because I came here for some peace and quiet. And well," he said, pausing for a moment while he cast his stony gaze over her, the soles of his heavy boots crunching against the frost-coated grass as he shifted form foot to foot. "You're kind of fucking that up for me."