pixel skylines
RMH
#extradirty
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
PR's Tumblrdome
𓃗
official daine visual archive
sheepfilms
Cosimo Galluzzi
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
wallacepolsom
todays bird
Not today Justin
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Discoholic 🪩
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
taylor price
untitled
Xuebing Du
seen from Albania
seen from Australia
seen from Italy
seen from Italy
seen from Paraguay
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@ekbios-blog
its been a long while since Ive been on here, I'll get back in the flow things soon! Thank you and hello to all the new followers I have! In the meantime you can find me at @radioiism if you are into welcome to night vale or not doesnt matter im always up for interactions!
[12:11:23 AM] baby doll: get in this hell Jacuzzi with me
Ruins Christmas with daddy kinks and spanking.
lets be real whose christmas are you ruining.
just saying @ofgracefulheart is trash.
ophelia you’re trash.
Holding in her laughter, the ghoul sets down a tall cardboard cup of hot coffee holding her own as she has to resist from spitting the contents of it from her mouth. She’s glad to know someone likes her cooking so much.{ –My mama, she taught me to cook so humans would think I eat like them. Then she taught me recipes specially for ghouls, she use to own her little cafe in Rio }
mouth full food & he’s glad he doesn’t talk ; he would have scolded to speaking with a mouth full growing up. Always one to have one loved eating human flesh in other ways. Bland in texture sometimes save for his favorite organ but even then it grew boring sometimes. Eyes on her hands the entire times as he chewed up the food, nearly savoring each bite and yet at the same wishing he could eat it faster. Mother huh, no wonder she was a wonderful ------ home cooked meals were never in his past and he was grateful to have them in his future.
( She must have been a great cook. I get tired of eating it plain sometimes but can’t complain you know? Food is food although eating it like this does taste better. )
@ekbios || Liked for Christmas/Winter starter!
Drops blood pudding in his hands and plops down on a seat, “Here, I made you some for Christmas. It doesn’t taste musky since it is fresh, I hope you enjoy it”
stares up at her before eyes fall on the food ; a sucker for any form of human flesh cooked into something else. No one else does it better than she! A nod of his head in thanks before fangs are sinking into the food she’s brought him. Cheek puffed out from the amount put into his mouth.
( thank you for this. Where you learn to cook? )
werewolves are very shy and sensitive with their emotions, no one is allowed to see them cry
i think there’s a flaw in my code ; these voices won’t leave me alone -------
✘ indie RP blogs for ALEX, NICOLAS, && WORICK of Gangsta ✘ written by OPHELIA && BLAINE && VIC ✘ AUTOPLAY WARNING FOR BLAINE&& OPHELIA! ✘ up to date with manga (mostly) ✘ open to AUs. ✘ willing to roleplay with all fandoms & OCs crossovers welcomed & encouraged!! ✘ nsfw content ( violence, gore, crude language && Alex. || Nicolas. || Worick. mannerism etc ) will show up && will be tagged! ✘ skype available for plotting & general fuckery!
when Ophelia & I talk about theories and put shit together ------
@ofgracefulheart just fuck me up
Bending down, the clack of her heels echoed as the feline soon leaped in to her arms for warmth. Holding the purring creature she looked towards the male before sighing, his pension for cats was all too adorable. “I wonder if Worick will let us keep them?”
there is no wonder ; he won’t let Nicolas keep it. After bring home many street cats before she moved in, he was told by him to not bring anymore. To the blond, the whole place was getting full of cat fur but he kept it spotless. Gaze lifts from the animal to her as he shrugged && waved his hand —— who cared, Worick would handle it.
( as long as you say you wanted it, he might consider it. )
"I think that cat likes you, they’ve been following you since the other block! Perhaps they want you to pet them?“
dark optics to the feline && he scrunched the bridge of his nose crinkling it ; he was told by the contractor to not bring anymore cats in. ------ one more wouldn’t hurt right? Besides, he always let them leave when they wanted.
( you tell W-O-R-I-C-K you wanted it. )
Dead eyes study his fingers, then she surprisingly gives a nod. She has seen these type of people before who cannot speak for they cannot hear, left to pan handle and be beggars in Scottland she would give bits of money to them now she had nothing but dust. Sloppy she is in communication, slim hands clad in black lace gloves move in the simple response, ‘Ok, one rum’ with that she moves away. Heading back to the bar, she takes the amber bottle off the shelf opening a small chest full of ice that has yet to melt but in these temperatures she is sure that is not possible.
Placing it down upon the wooden bar top, the sound of the ice chest’s latch being slammed shut echoes as everyone continues to play on in their favorite of vices. A dainty cloth is taken from her long jacket as she coughs in to it, sighing heavily at the blood that is spewed upon it– this illness will kill her surely but she mustn’t continue to think of such things. Tenderly, she folds the cloth sticking it in her louse down past her ample bosoms as she looks to the new addition of faces along the masses in the bar.
Giving a nod, it is a silent way to say that his drink is ready and to please come. Then, Alex points to a small chalk board with words describing small selections of items to purchase for dinner. Slowly, she mouths “fish and chips are disgusting, soggy and wet” her nose wrinkles in distaste as crooked teeth flash from her mischievous little smile.
She then goes on, bantering away with her soft voice despite the cold eyes that linger, “the meat pie is better, it is fresh and warm– tasty, maybe the most edible food you will have here” it is her job to socialize with the patrons. This will gain her tips and if she is lucky, a customer for the night paying highly in gold coins that will be used for food, boarding, medicine, and maybe some meager clothes that she could call her own to wear.
Though, many of the shops do not want a harlot treading around their business specially a harlot that has been inflicted by consumption. Those that are selfish enough to sell to a mere whore are the ones she likes the most, they don’t care so long as they are paid. She could hack her lung up on the floor as long as she wore their pretty clothes and gave them a shiny gold coin, all was well within the world truthfully she began to think maybe in the end that was what mattered. She hops up on a little steel stool, sitting there as her fingers run over the fabric of her black skirt smoothing it out to loo somewhat decent and presentable as she works.
Eye contact breaks from this new man as she sits there listening to lewd remarks and the sounds of glasses clacking together as drunks shout or sing off key. They now her by name, Alex or Alexanderia wafts in the air whenever glasses run low needing a refill for the time. Some touch where they shouldn’t only to have their hand slapped away with a nasty hiss and others are too intoxicated to care what is going on, this the normal every day far in to the night for her. Her head cocks to the side as she lifts her hands up again asking, “You are new here, I have never seen you. What is your name and what brings you here? are you a sailor or fisherman? I never have seen a man dress like you. If you need company for the night there are many women here willing to do so, please enjoy yourself”
dead eyes && a heart of gold ; in this murky town that seems to have filled his lungs with smoke he thought he was truly the only one who knew the language without words & it was near relief to see he’s not. Sloppy as ever and in dingy light, the black contrast of lace make it somewhat difficult to understand but he catches it nonetheless. a new life started over, though that sin still stains he can only run so far before that heathen of the light strikes again ——- How long before that beast is out && he is rendered to the roads once more? Red stains her cloth as his nose crinkles as he sniffs ; the sweet smell though of someone dying when the organs slowly began to suffocate.
( thank you )
burn && warmth in his belly ; intoxication as the single shot BURNS the back of his throat and leaves a spice taste in the back of his tongue. A simple pleasure turned near vice && he had hoped one day the poison would settle in ——- though he knew that would be far too petty of a way to met death. Dark optics flicker following her slender finger and at the dusty chalk board. Fish && chips? Attention turned back to her though trained of those lips where blood sits in between the cervices && stains the corner. Face scrunched up as he shook his head, that was disgusting indeed although it’s no wonder the captors here are able to eat and hold it down. With tongues numbed by the alcohol it wouldn’t be hard to gulf down slop like that. A single word caused his stomach burn && he wished to indulge in one. Though being an outsider drifting in, money was scarce for him. Although he wonders now why does she speak to him still? A human with a small abnormality, those with top hats && canes saw him as something strange when he passed them along the street ; though here he supposed she is use to seeing all kinds of attractions. He was grateful for his ear drums being clogged the noise in this place had to be as bad as the smell that wafted all around him. At this point he couldn’t tell whether the indoors were better than the smog that lingered outdoors. Hand had begun to move but paused as her attention is wavered and he follows suit in staring. glasses raised in the air with hands curved along the side of their mouths as their lips move. Eyes turned away and down at the dingy counter, wasting her time attempting conversations with the shiny new toy ------ she should be getting back to work. As for he, he should be looking for a lodge to stay in until he could find decent work. Elbow propped on the counter && hand cradles his cheek as it squishes. Eyebrow raised in questioning as he read her fingers. Lips quirk in the corner in slightly amusement && how he wished he was a sailor. If only he could be forever be lost in the oceans waves but that place was not for him. His home lingered in the woods of the forests, trailed along dirt paths && among the creatures that roamed that place. sexual vanity taken as a means to escape reality ; as much as he would love to fuck a random stranger if it meant for a moments tranquility he couldn’t. far too close to a natural state of wanting a partner && the result would always end with blood painting the floor. From deep scratches and bites painting skin, he has been called the animal and while he knew many enjoyed it as there were no complaints, guilt was far to great of a knot in his gut && it made him feel sick. Those markings left upon the girls back home meant nothing except for natural instinct to dominate && be the ALPHA. They would giggle afterwards as he would cater to their wounds saying while he was rough as ever he was still quit the gentleman. Here he couldn’t possibly be that and he didn’t wish to leave any ----- anymore markings upon these girls.
( I’m no sailor nor fisherman. I came from across the lands though, I’m from America. Thanks for the offer, I’ll keep it in mind. the drink was enough for now. What about you? Are you from here? )
Maggie hadn’t anticipated any curiosity on his part, that he would perhaps let the topic drop and leave her be, perhaps pawn her off as one of the mentally ill or criminally insane and continue on his way; she hesitated a moment, feeling a small thrill of unease twist through her as she allowed her fingers to form the patient’s name in the air.
[(…his name is Eddie Gluskin…know of him?)]
She paused again as she forced his semblance to form in her psyche before continuing.
[(Around six foot five…black hair and blue eyes?)]
Maggie let her hands come to rest on the yellowed pages her face taking on that empty mask once more as an orderly slowed down to peer at her before glancing at the male patient beside her, giving the man a very clear message to put more distance between them…which she supposed was understandable, given the nature of a good majority of the people caged within the facility; predatory, sexual deviants and sadists,
It was only after the orderly moved on she started up again.
[(…my intell states that he was up for transfer ‘below’ next month.)]
another whose tongue is useless ; their hands becoming a voice without cords & he wonders if it’s from birth that she is without hearing. He doesn’t ask the prying of business wasn’t his to know. dark optics fall upon the stare giving and he returns it. dead eyes staring, freedom taken && shackled he refused to cave in anymore. There was space between them ------- he sitting across from the table && back to wood. Tension only lasts but briefly before the one who is part of the cult moves away. Attention given and wasted but once more returned to she who spoke like him.
( Death. )
insanity in medicine ; that proclaimed doctor might as well be the DEVIL. Tearing into their skins && it’s no wonder those who vanish below come back up with new stitching ------- or don’t come at all. Intel? Does she have an inside person? Escaping though high in pleasure is near impossible within the misses palace. Guarded at every door and kept watch nearly 24/7 ; there is no privacy here.
( Do you believe he will survive treatment? )
@ekbios
●▬▬๑ ♔ ๑▬▬●
“I hear you speak with sign language. Was it hard for you to learn?” He knew a bit of it from his father teaching him, but that was mainly because of his great grandfather being deaf. His father had thought that it would be important for him to learn simply so he could talk to the man himself, even if his great grandfather was able to read lips and could write out replies. He seemed…much more touched he noticed when Erwin at least attempted to talk to him in that manner. It made him practice hard, and so he was confident he’d be able to speak to Nicolas without looking too much a fool.
silent in every way ; tongue holds no vows. & there is little effort to try. However, dark optics still gaze upwards passive in every manner as lips form words with no tone. for he, render of hearing since birth, the language spoken with his hands only wasn’t difficult. Granted it took practice && patience became a virtue turned to a vice.
❛ No. ❜
rough && distorted ; pronunciations forever to be DISGRUNTLED. Does this other speak his language? Curiosity in tact and a fleeting feeling of hope linger as fingers move in a slow pace.
( Do you know Sign? )
