#dddisgusting

[acidbodywoman]

didn't even ask to ship Cat with Annie and Vince I just walked into my dms with Moss and Tooth talking about sexual compatibility.

[summonsofink]

Aitar? Love? Some things happened? Whhat has happened

sister stalker alone home

find secret Heart bury secret

touch feel taste eat Heart almost

take back

friends fixing thread stitch soul glue remember draw sing write

live bitch ✌️

[crosshairsdemon]

Silently, Vincent reaches to brush a fingertip over Han's cheek, where that angular cheekbone obscures an inhuman mouth. It's subtle to one not paying attention, but in a sea of human chevok, he finds that something about his long jaw and dark, taut lips is more familiar than the faces in the usual crowd.

Adrift on a soft bed of ketamine and pine needles, Han was aware of the sun's rising glare, but did not care. He was aware of voices in the near distance, a dog being dragged away growling, but did not care. Approaching footsteps? Did not care. Nothing could touch him, wrapped as he was in a whiskey blanket of TV static.

Warm breath on his face (animal and a little bit sour in that dry-mouthed hangover way) suppressed some of the noise, thinned it out enough to feel his environment with more clarity through the edges of it. The smell and the ragged sound accompanying it were both blotted out for a minute, though, by a clumsy caress along his cheek and a finger probing at his lips.

Han struck out insensately, his hand clamping around the first thing it found, be it throat or wrist and squeezing. Hard.

[revunant]

girl how many "people" are getting their "sufferings" farmed

[an-ordinary-roach]

@d-d-disgusting​ X

“Does it really matter if it’s easier or not easier to swallow? Everyone has their good and bad days.”  A small tsk was made when he flicked the stuff back, they wanted to grin at his horror they smelt from him but they’re trying to be professional here... A small snort before going back to work, like hooking organic wiring to the right places, threading the nerves and blood vessels here and there. “Sometimes the pill is too much to swallow and ya just wanna wallow in it. But today’s a pill and full support and praise of friends, type of day.” They mused while pulling their hands out of the cavity, checking out if everything was in order. “So what if it’s easy? You expect yaself to not take the win when ever the opportunity arises? Self deprecating can only get ya so far, it’s worth tricking the brain into thinking it’s not an anxious bundle of fat.” Like they even have one-

[interminal]

|| @d-d-disgusting​ | from here. 

[ The worst part is that Jean sees it all. The innate need to help, the fear that he won’t be able to, the switch into autopilot. Vincent’s just trying to make sure he doesn’t die here. He’s helping. If you hurt him, or kill him, or scare him away - or worse, antagonise him into finishing the job himself - you will die here. ]

[ Rationality tries so hard to win out. It doesn’t. Fear is too persuasive. ]

[ Jean spits some blood instead, and digs his fingertips a little deeper into Vincent’s throat. That hand stays still as stone, but the one holding his wrist still trembles violently along with the rest of his arm. There is a kindness, though, and it sticks around the next time he speaks. ]

« You are here to pick my bones. Or finish what they started. Vulture. »

[ Друг, he thinks, friend, please go. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to hurt me. He’s watching his own movements from somewhere behind his body, no longer in control. He watches as his titanium palm, previously kept loose, presses its heel into Vincent’s trachea. This one’s never done him harm. This one never intended to do him harm. Jean barely knows him, Jean’s so slow to trust, and yet he feels a kinship. ]

[ Down the drain now, with the rest. ]

« Turn and leave. I can forget you ever made this mistake. Don’t make me hurt you. »

[ The hand powered by the energy the resistors in his joints generate stays firm and steady. The hand powered by the energy in his body is losing his strength. He does this on purpose, leads with the left, lets people think he’s got more fight behind him than he actually has, but he’s not so confident it’s going to work now. ]

[kaengeru]

D :eyes emoji:

drawing your characters as a funky roo day!

another subspecies I havent explored much - bronze necks! which is funny because theyre the most common and even what I imagine as the default day. patterning varies the most of all, but usually imitates dappled lighting.

theyre almost purely arboreal, but target larger forest floor critters. big on using all that momentum to their advantage. because hey, when your bones heal, you can stand a few hard landings. not so much whatever you land on.

vince would be the nicest bronze youd ever meet (which is saying something, because theyre not very nice at all), more human-shy than anything, though occasionally spends time among humanity. prefers nesting in old growth, flowering trees and usually seen with petals or pollen mixed up in his fur. as nervous as he fronts, it’s at least partially an act. it gets others close enough to engage in some scrappy fights.

bronze necks arent hugely territorial, but vince day here would certainly covet some of the older, more fungi-dense trees on the Island. even helping cultivate them (both inadvertently and intentionally). eventually he'll move onto another tree and repeat the process. does good for his forest home c:

[sullenchoir]

continued from: x

@d-d-disgusting:

“Is it..”

There’s no emotion in Vincent’s voice, quiet and subdued. He’s not sure how Marion could possibly be worried about him, if it’s worry for him at all. It shouldn’t be. They both know it shouldn’t be. He keeps his pace, but turns to move closer, staring at him-and then around to see if there’s anyone else.

“Then. What are you doing..?”

“I can handle myself, dear.” 

That, and coupled with a lack of self preservation that he does not make known, Marion knew the place inside and out. The things that go bump in the night were not simply fables. Marion cocks his head, observing the taller individual with a quizzical look on his face. He feels bad for startling him, but it was better that he knew lest something happen.

“Have you no place to stay?”