Broken Teeth And Static Hearts

[softprincegray]

**EMERGENCY** DONATIONS / COMMISSIONS

I know that everyone is going through a lot right now but I seriously don’t know what to do at this point and my world feels like it’s crumbling around me,,  My mom is in a coma because she overdosed, it’s not looking good (she’s in a vegetative state) and I’m currently left with all her bills ($1,000+ overdue rent, $700+ overdue power bills, $600+ internet/tv bills, plus a LOT of extra credit card debt..) My plan was to stay with her when I got back but I’m looking at an eviction notice and the power is being shut off along with the internet. I’m a freelance artist sooo basically I’m an unemployed trans man and I got stuck in florida last year thinking I was going to be in a safe situation but I very much was not and I’ve been suffering from SEVERE depression and anxiety without any medication. Since the pandemic started, I have had no way to get back across the country until this weekend. I’m going into a very uncomfortable situation without any financial help, as the only family that can help is my sister who has two very young children and she can’t afford to help at all. I’ve been tearing myself apart every day since I heard she went into a coma wishing I had been there for my mom so she didn’t think she needed to kill herself. If anyone thinks I’m lying about the amount of money or the situation itself I guess I can try to send out pictures of the bills and eviction notice??? although I really hope people wouldn’t think someone would lie about something like this,,, I’m trying to round up $2,500 so if my mom does recover then she doesn’t have to worry about the bills that have piled up. (I have like $20 in my account right now so if that’s any indication of how fucked I am then there it is,,)  I’ve raised ($0) My paypal is > www.paypal.me/honeyprincegray (or email: [email protected]) My commission info is here > https://www.deviantart.com/honeyprincegray/journal/EMERGENCY-COMMS-DONATIONS-851932680

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Please help my friend in any way you can, if you can't donate, please just spread this around...

[daxambcrn]

send “…didn’t know where else to go…”

for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

[vilerapture]

Cyril was relaxing in a torn up armchair he found next to some dumpster, appreciating the good things in life- furniture and weed- just chilling back with a joint, when suddenly he felt eyes on him. His own hazel eyes snapped open, and he sat up, flicking his the joint under his tongue to hide it as he looked around for whoever the fuck was staring at him. "Mmmno' doin' nuthin'" The rat demon murmured, just in case it was a cop. Like that would help him.

@greatgrandchildrenofthestars

[vilerapture]

"I thought that was, like, some kind of juice!" He said with a few more coughs. Eventually he waved Kota off. "It's alright, I'll be fine. It was weirdly... Squishy. And delicious!" Cyril added with a giggle. "Didja get that around here?" The rat demon wouldn't mind getting one of those whenever he happened to have five bucks. Or for free if they didn't lock their dumpsters.

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Kota couldn't help the small smile splitting across his face, as he watched Cyril with amusement. "Yeah, it's a little shop up the road. They also sell hot tea and cookies and stuff." He hummed, gesturing up the road.

[vilerapture]

Cyril was relaxing in a torn up armchair he found next to some dumpster, appreciating the good things in life- furniture and weed- just chilling back with a joint, when suddenly he felt eyes on him. His own hazel eyes snapped open, and he sat up, flicking his the joint under his tongue to hide it as he looked around for whoever the fuck was staring at him. "Mmmno' doin' nuthin'" The rat demon murmured, just in case it was a cop. Like that would help him.

@greatgrandchildrenofthestars

[vilerapture]

"Kota, like, that's your name?" He wondered aloud, watching the other man take a hit. He snickered a little when he coughed. "Yeah, its harsh man." The ratboy grinned. He was used to it already. "Cool, thanks man!" Cyril added as he took the cup. He gave the straw a sniff with a satisfied noise before taking a sip. Almost immediately he was hacking, choking on something- but it passed just as quickly. "Dude, there's chunks in it!" Not that he cared about chunks in his drinks- he just wasn't expecting it. Hence the choking.

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Kota couldn't help the snort that escaped him as he came closer, patting the poor kid's back.

"I told you it had boba in it, dumbass!" He said with a chuckle, leaning against the side of his trash bin throne.

"Y'alright man? You ain't gonna die, right?"

[vilerapture]

Cyril was relaxing in a torn up armchair he found next to some dumpster, appreciating the good things in life- furniture and weed- just chilling back with a joint, when suddenly he felt eyes on him. His own hazel eyes snapped open, and he sat up, flicking his the joint under his tongue to hide it as he looked around for whoever the fuck was staring at him. "Mmmno' doin' nuthin'" The rat demon murmured, just in case it was a cop. Like that would help him.

@greatgrandchildrenofthestars

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Kota hesitated, glancing down at the smoldering joint for a moment. "It's...it doesn't have any hallucinogens in it, right? I um...I don't do well with those." He mumbled, fiddling with the cup in his hands for a moment.

[vilerapture]

The ratboy looked down at his hand. "I don't know what it is actually, I traded a watch for it. But I don't see any weird shit so I think you're good." He held his hand up again to offer. Cyril didn't comment on the other's nervous appearance. He didn't really have the social capacity to realize he needed reassurance. "But uh, it's just a sip, so just a hit, ok?" He asked, and his eyes dropped to Kota's drink. "I'm Cyril by the way."

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

He frowned softly, hesitantly taking the joint.

"Kota." He murmured, taking a pull from the joint.

It wasn't bad. And there was definitely something extra in it.

He coughed, handing it back quickly. "Jseus christ-!!" He hacked, taking a sip of his drink to calm down his burning throat and then handing it over to Cyril.

[vilerapture]

Cyril was relaxing in a torn up armchair he found next to some dumpster, appreciating the good things in life- furniture and weed- just chilling back with a joint, when suddenly he felt eyes on him. His own hazel eyes snapped open, and he sat up, flicking his the joint under his tongue to hide it as he looked around for whoever the fuck was staring at him. "Mmmno' doin' nuthin'" The rat demon murmured, just in case it was a cop. Like that would help him.

@greatgrandchildrenofthestars

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Kota hesitated, glancing down at the smoldering joint for a moment. "It's...it doesn't have any hallucinogens in it, right? I um...I don't do well with those." He mumbled, fiddling with the cup in his hands for a moment.

[nougatships-deactivated20210316]

I love characters that have never been loved before experiencing it for the first time. They're taken aback by softness. They're confused by warm words and being cared for. They're almost scared by the loving way they're looked at. Fleeting tender touches send them reeling. Their heart almost feel like it's going to burst. What does it mean? All they know is they don't feel as though they deserve that, even if they reciprocate. It's been proven time again that they're unlovable and yet...

Being treated so gently feels so good and they aren't sure they want it to stop.

[gothiclolitabible-blog]

Vol 10.

[vilerapture]

Cyril was relaxing in a torn up armchair he found next to some dumpster, appreciating the good things in life- furniture and weed- just chilling back with a joint, when suddenly he felt eyes on him. His own hazel eyes snapped open, and he sat up, flicking his the joint under his tongue to hide it as he looked around for whoever the fuck was staring at him. "Mmmno' doin' nuthin'" The rat demon murmured, just in case it was a cop. Like that would help him.

@greatgrandchildrenofthestars

[vilerapture]

"I mean if you're offering!" Cyril giggled, showing off his adorably gapped buck teeth. He took the lighter when it was offered, taking a few extra second to light it due to the amount of saliva on it. He was careful not to get any spit on the lighter tho- that would just be fucking rude. Cyril passed it back as soon as he was done with it.

He leaned back in the recliner and folded his hands behind his head, slipping his thumbs into the rim of his dark blue beanie. "What is that anyway? It smells good." The ratboy said in between puffs and the occasional cough.

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Kota blinked, a soft red staining his milk chocolate skin. "...its uh...strawberry peach green tea. With boba." He murmured, taking a sip through his straw to keep himself from coughing as well.

This dude was weird without a shadow of a doubt. But hey, he could've also been a dickhead. Kota pushed himself off the opposite wall, stepping closer to the other.

"Want a sip?" He asked, holding out the cup.

[vilerapture]

Cyril was relaxing in a torn up armchair he found next to some dumpster, appreciating the good things in life- furniture and weed- just chilling back with a joint, when suddenly he felt eyes on him. His own hazel eyes snapped open, and he sat up, flicking his the joint under his tongue to hide it as he looked around for whoever the fuck was staring at him. "Mmmno' doin' nuthin'" The rat demon murmured, just in case it was a cop. Like that would help him.

@greatgrandchildrenofthestars

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Another day of wandering around the city. Home was too familiar. Too easy for the shadows to creep in. Shift and merge into something more menacing.

He leaned into the shadowed alley between two buildings, a bubble tea in one hand and the other digging hastily in his jacket pocket. God he needed a joint...

He had to have one left, right?

As he pulled his last, dented joint, his eyes finally landed on the other's face, making him jump.

"Dude- what the fuck?! What the hell are you doing- that chair's gotta smell like piss..."

[vilerapture]

When the boy finally laid eyes on him, saw he wasn't a threat- or at least he didn't seem like one- saw the joint in his hand, he spat his joint back out into his hand, pursing his lips at how damp it had become.

"Hm, ya think?" Holding his weed out of the way, Cyril thunked his head down on the arm and took a good whiff. "Nah, just smells like regular garbage to me." He shrugged with a grin. "Hey ya got a light? Dumpster lighters only work a couple times." And the boy held out a hand towards Kota, like there was nothing strange about the situation.

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Kota paused, staring at Cyril in disbelief and utter confusion at his request.

Still, after a moment, Kota pulled a battered, black lighter from his pocket, lighting his own joint first before handing it over.

"I suppose you're gonna want a sip of my drink next?" He added with a slight scoff, taking a deep pull of his blunt. Thin, grey smoke pluming between his plush lips.

[vilerapture]

Cyril was relaxing in a torn up armchair he found next to some dumpster, appreciating the good things in life- furniture and weed- just chilling back with a joint, when suddenly he felt eyes on him. His own hazel eyes snapped open, and he sat up, flicking his the joint under his tongue to hide it as he looked around for whoever the fuck was staring at him. "Mmmno' doin' nuthin'" The rat demon murmured, just in case it was a cop. Like that would help him.

@greatgrandchildrenofthestars

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Another day of wandering around the city. Home was too familiar. Too easy for the shadows to creep in. Shift and merge into something more menacing.

He leaned into the shadowed alley between two buildings, a bubble tea in one hand and the other digging hastily in his jacket pocket. God he needed a joint...

He had to have one left, right?

As he pulled his last, dented joint, his eyes finally landed on the other's face, making him jump.

"Dude- what the fuck?! What the hell are you doing- that chair's gotta smell like piss..."

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Oh, you leaving was very much intentional. But it's okay, for the most part, I'm over it. It's just nights like this when I can't help but wonder what we could have become, if only I was good enough for you, Damien.

Damien smiled wistfully.

"Whatever we had, I can guarantee you without a shadow of a doubt, it was nothing you wanted to get too involved in. I'm not as desirable as I appear..."

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Do you remember when you said you would only leave me if you died? Yeah, uhm.. I do. And it still shatters me on sleepless nights like this one.

(Uhh..I'm not sure if this is meant to be in character or not?? If it isn't, please dm me??)

[perrfectly]

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

“Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can’t remember.” ~Glory-hasnoplacehere (Shrike) for Vincent

Vincent looked up from his canvas, looking confused at he blinked at Shrike with his emerald eyes.

"Dude that makes absolutely no sense but- okay...is there something you know but can't remember..? I mean, when I was really little i used to know how to knit. I did it with my grandma all the time. I can barely make a single stitch now." He murmured, using his paint knife to scrape more paint into the canvas, glancing at his model.

@glory-hasnoplacehere

[pincushionheartt]

A Sinner’s Soul /open

Pin hadn’t missed the foster home until he’d had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn every fucking day since he got there. And then it was chores, prayer, chores, gardening, prayer, mass, and then? More fucking prayer. Timothy, big boned and plain faced, one of the boys whose parents actually paid for him to be there had offered to sell Pin some smokes from outside the compound for a crisp 20. He’d settled for the handjob Pin gave him instead, the two of them stuffed in a broom closet. Timothy had looked at him all moon-eyed and tried to kiss him while Pin turned his face away and tried not to breath in the onion and liver sandwich Tim had eaten for lunch.

And then for mass that day he’d shown up with a bloody nose and a swollen cheek, an exchange for calling one of the older boys a ‘simpering cocksucker’ under his breath after the boy had all but jumped for joy when offered a job helping a high priest to clean the inner chapel. The priest leading the sermon had taken one look at him and immediately sent him outside, his face splotchy with anger, as if Pin had asked for his face to be beaten in like that. And really, he sort of had, and it wasn’t totally his fault, not when that was the only way the priest would let him slip out of mass. He resisted the urge to flip the priest off as he shuffled out back, the sounds of the church filling up for mass behind him.

Scuffing his feet along the ground, he made his way to the back wall, where the priest would expect to find him the very second mass was over. If he was found anywhere else… Pin sighed, his knees still aching from his last ‘repentance’. He huffed as he slouched against the wall, a fresh cigarette between his teeth and his fingers fumbling with his lighter. Dimly, he wondered if his favorite deacon was working the cellars that night. He was always willing to trade a bottle of spare wine or two if Pin got down on his knees for him to give him a very different kind of prayer.

He closed his eyes and blew a ribbon of smoke out, then scrubbed a hand across his still blooded nose. A noise to his left and he flinched, quickly hiding his cigarette behind his back and trying his best to blow his smoke cloud away. “H-hey, uh…mass is inside uh…I’m uh…” Red faced, he looked away, mind reeling. “You uh…didn’t see anything?”

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

The man's warm, lithe fingers worked over the sensitive areas of Pincushion's poor aching cock.

Damien's free hand curled into Pincushion's platinum hair, cooing to him softly.

"Good boy...I'll let you cum this time, think of it as a reward..."

His voice was like a white hot iron, searing his words against the other's skin. His fingers worked over the tip of Pin's cock, squeezing and rubbing it sensually.

[gabalut]

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