#carnivorare

[cardiolog1st]

navy, lilac, harlequin, carmine c:

why do you follow me ?

you are literally so sexy

you make my dash better and i cherish you

to remind me that there are still ppl more insane than me on this website

im on one knee proposing <3

a million yesses girlie pop. lets get married, shotgun wedding right tf now.

[prodigiumamare]

𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐘 ; ‘  it  cannot  be  a  mistake  to  have  cared .  it  cannot  be  an  error  to  have  tried .  right… ?  ’ / @carnivorare

𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒚 , 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕 . knowing that she wants his counsel , his direction . ‘ lucifer ’ always meant light-bringing , and it tugged at his heartstrings to know the light in her sought out what little was left of his . in a way , it reminded him that even he wasn’t above redemption . ❛ of course not , moby . to care , to try , to keep trying — it’s all love . it’s all heroic . ❜ his hands come up to cradle her face , gentle blue eyes staring into her own tumultuous ones . ❛ it’s never a mistake to do better than what we were taught . ❜

[iobartach]

@carnivorare //

Someone had called out to him them, with intentions of extending a helping hand. Willing to offer their support, when all that he wanted was to be left-- "--Aĺo҉ne!" Something produces a sound, but it hadn't used his voice. Was this another new aspect to note about the other, clinging to his flesh? It almost felt too disturbing a topic to poke at for now, so Miguel let it slide, opting instead to cradle his head with a bear-sized paw.

"Nnngh. W-wait. Please--" Fruitlessly, he gives his head a vigorous shake, inky matter sloshing and reforming with the sudden movement. He had intended to seek clarity but found only a reduction in his ability to string related thoughts together, the disharmony as apparent as the sight of hundreds of pounds of symbiote coated muscle, kneeling on the ground.

"Who are you?"

[aetherhart]

@carnivorare liked here for a starter!!

Her eyes were forcsed, wiping her sweaty palms off on her skirt. Viola stretched her arms and rolled her shoulders. She would get it this time, all of her training had been leading to this moment.

Reaching foreward, she moved the machine to her will. She would get it, she had to. All those hours couldn't have been wasted-

Fairymare dropped from the claw, right where she had laid before.

"Damnit!" Her forehead went against the glass, a whine leaving her as she eyed the adorable plush. "Don't you wanna come home with me? I'll let you sleep on the good pillow." She'd been trying for days to finally get Fairymare and it's proving to be her hardest battle yet.

Hell, the Wanderer she frought yesterday had been easier to deal with.

Pushing herself back, she happened to glance to her right and saw a woman there. Viola blinked, cheeks heating as she realized she had made a scene.

"Uh, hi, hello." She waved, rather awakwardly. "It's, uh, it's not what it- it's exactly what it looks like." Shifting on her feet, she gestured towards the claw machine. "I'm usually much better at this but this is proving to be a challenge."

[wastheheart-arc]

⚡️after taking bree in, did you ever consider removing her from the family during the shaky integration period? (newbrn c: )

@carnivorare (thank you!)

I think there were times in which they couldn't help but think they'd made a terrible mistake; not on their behalf, but Bree's. It was so hard for her to adjust to an environment which wasn't dog eat dog, whereby the burning in her throat never diminished despite the amount of deer she felled.

And yet, somehow, they knew that it would eventually be okay as long as Bree believed it would be okay because they had done this before with Jasper.

Sure, Jasper was a skilled killer—a tool for war and death—but despite the amateurish way in which Bree was forged, her vampirism was found in much the same way. It was an impossibility for Esme to remove her from their coven. Their patience had allowed Jasper a new life, why could they not do the same for her?

And, despite many objections from within the coven itself, Esme stood firm in reminding them that their flaws had not seen them outcasts, Even as Edward killed multiple people during his rebelious era, even as Jasper fought not only in wars waged by vampires by humans too, he was not turned away. In fact, Edward was welcomed home.

Esme's actions and decisions are only ever based on the good of others. If Esme didn't think that Bree could cope, then she would have been removed. But seeing her there in that field with terrified, red eyes, Esme knew that Bree wanted more than the 'life' she had been thrown into without choice.

[silntfangs]

@carnivorare asked: " you fought them so fiercely ; and look at you now , drenched in blood. yours, theirs. you're a terrible, vicious little thing. you're made STRONG -- and you should be proud. "

               A   GROUP   WAS   DEAD   AT   HIS   FEET.   THE   NEED   TO   protect   and   eat   surged   him   forward.   He   was   indeed   bred   for   this,   and   he   indeed   executed   it   perfectly.   In   such   a   strange   way,   he   was   hungry   for   it.      

               HER   VOICE   MADE   HIS   REDDISH-YELLOW   EYES   FADE   TO   HIS   NORMAL   dark   pools.   He   breathed   in   and   out   in   a   steady   rhythm.   His   chest   and   mouth   were   stained   with   blood,   and   desperately   he   wanted   to   lick   the   crimson   that   drenched   his   fingers.   Yet   he   refrained   himself.   Someone   had   snuck   up   on   him,   and   that   someone   was   not…   human.   Her   scent   was   something   he   had   never   smelled   before,   and   he   didn’t   like   it.   It   sent   a   shiver   down   his   spine,   “   What   are   you?   ”   His   voice   was   quiet,   long   hair   spilled   across   his   shoulder   as   he   tilted   his   head.  

[rubiesintherough]

@carnivorare --- cont. from here

Zale didn't know why he'd done it. It wasn't as though she couldn't get her own food. Honestly, even though he would never admit this out loud, she was better at catching a meal than he was. Yet, he'd still done it for her. For some reason. And he stared down at the fish, too, for a moment before his gaze rose up to meet hers, " If you don't want it, I'll take it back. "

[loyalborn]

sc // @carnivorare

"Hello, sweet thing," they cooed. Clawed hands cupped the canine's furry face and brought it close enough for Haarlep to almost kiss the cold, wet nose. Raphael despised beasts in general, seeing them as messy creatures that would leave the House of Hope with a foul smell.

They weren't sure how the hellhound had found its way into the building, but they took pleasures where they could find it. And this furry fiend was their new favorite thing.

"We'll just have to keep you a secret, won't we? That mean, old master of ours doesn't have to know."