#neitherratnorhuman

[apexpraedator]

                             “NO, THIS IS MINE,” he states while slowly brushing the small rodent away, knowing very well it’s her. “Mine,” Alex states again, picking up a scrap of fabric again out of tiny, clawed paws’ REACH. “You don’t want this.” 

@neither-rat-nor-human //  ♥’d sc.

[dishonestabraham]

@neither-rat-nor-human asked for an intimate starter

Nonsexual Intimate Starters | Accepting

25. listening to heartbeat / breathing

The vein at the side of Abe’s neck throbbed painfully as he struggled to make his way inside and away from the dangers of the outside world. He’d been overcome by the rising whoosh-whoosh sound as blood raced with a deafening pulse, drowning out any sound or coherent thought from his mind. Fear- crippling fear at the thought of a pursuant vicious animal wrapping its searing jaws around Tess’ tender flesh. He’d been worried about his own hide, with conviction no doubt, but the thought of losing his gentle girl to a foaming mouth hellbent on tearing to shreds whatever thing it caught in its jaws- well, it nearly scared him to death.

“D-dog. Huge. Dog” Abe gulped desperate breaths of air between each word, his body doubling over with the effort of not passing out. “Stay inside... Al-” He reached out to take the side of her head with trembling fingers. Gently guiding her towards his chest he coached her to monitor his heart rate, for fear that he might blackout soon. “Count the beats for 15 sec- for 15 seconds and multiplot, multipod...” His mouth wasn’t working right at all now, and everything was getting too dark. “Al...” He started, but all that continued was his incessant breathing, rocking her head about as she listened against his chest.”

[dishonestabraham]

My name is Bun and I start too many books and don't finish any, I actually haven't finished a book since I was in uni. Not long ago but idk still silly to me

Tell me your name & something about you | Always accepting

//OK - can I just say that this is REAL on all levels. I have a serious problem with buying books and stockpiling them with no real effort to move through them in an appropriate time frame.

[dishonestabraham]

🎥 📺

Mun Questions | Accepting:

🎥- Favorite movie?

It’s a tie between Real Genius & The Iron Giant. 

📺- Favorite TV show?

Right now? Probably a 3-way tie between Stranger Things 2, Insecure, and Mindhunter

[nekrikosmoved]

🎱

Send 🎱 to meet an alternative version of my muse. || accepting

     ✖ In this life,    this distant reality that was so much more like a dream than a     true, existing world… Kaeyonari was happy. There was no pain, no birthmark     of fate,  no prophecy of tragedy to mar the purity of an innocent childhood,  a     loving family & a sparkling growth into adulthood. This time around there was     no death,   no looming threat,  to define a destiny of dark intent,   no need for     revenge. This time around everything was perfect.

     Ghelen had never left her children,      their father wasn’t a distant memory to     resent at night.    Their small family stayed together,    the twins only knowing     hardship in the trials of youth:    school & friends & scraped knees & lost love.     There was nothing to stop them from being who they were,     with supportive     parents & dreams of something bigger,  something more.   Kaey’s love never     once faltered,         his broken hearts mending under the delicate touch of his     mother,   his injuries always a bandage away from some learned lesson,   his     sister loved for her energy & presence,  resented for her status as the ‘oldest’     child.     Their father was a man of worth,  of means,  who guided his children     with wise hands & an open heart.     They feared nothing but the dark,    their     nightmares of spiders & drowning distant fears burned away by the light.

     Where there was no pain there was love & understanding.    Their lives were     simple,   sincere, & they wanted for nothing. Kaey had his family at last,  love     that reigned unconditional. This time there was no fear, no anger, to drive his     heart to bitterness. This time the bullies were young boys & harsh employers     & women who craved only for his heart.  This time the only death was that of     their childhood pet,      a grandmother who had often told them tales from her     days on a reservation in Oklahoma.     This time the only trauma was a burnt     hand,   a bad haircut,   & an allergic reaction all healed by time & love.   This     time what had been before was nothing but a story written in college,          a     simple prompt asking for a tale so much different than his own life.

     This time Kaey was more than the fear & pain.       There was no blood,     no     bullets,         save for those in the late night movies he watched at his sister’s     side & the books he read on the bus ride home from work.      What was dark     was now pure, warm light that had been long awaited, & long deserved.

[highwatcher-blog]

@neither-rat-nor-human

“What goes there?”

Quick as a switchblade, Teague tossed his head to the sound. It had to be coming from over there somewhere, right around the corner of the abandoned book store. A rat? No, there’d be a pack of them in this plague. A cat? They’re too afraid to come near the cackling Wall of Light. A wolfhound? It would have jumped, even barked. So a human. 

His brothers in their ominous golden masks turned to her direction. Behind the pitch black holes of their eyes, suspicion and a crave for violence, something they've been starved of for days. One curled his hands around the hilt of his sabre and his voice boomed through the empty square.

“Out, at once!”