#original trash

[lps100-draws]

A special birthday gift for @anti-cosmo feat. their antisona and my fluffian, and a guide ref I did for future things.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Oh, would you look at the time. It’s “Re-read Flowers in the Attic” o’clock. Anyone else wanna get in on this?

[silencenorth]

He felt something tickle his face. He knew what it was, could smell her, knew the sticky strands of her web as they pulled across his features. The black widow had visited him more than once, as if attracted by his smell, his warmth. Perhaps she thought he was an insect as well, a giant centipede sharing the dank cell with her.

She stroked his cheek with one of her long, sharp legs, as if soothing.

“I was never very much fun to be with anyway,” he croaked. “How old am I? How long have I been here?”

It doesn’t matter. None of it matters.

“I can’t feel my heart beating. I don’t bleed. But I walk and talk and my dick still works. I think. My hair still grows. Am I breathing?”

Are you ever breathing if you don’t listen for it?

She had a point. He stopped trying to tell.

"Bite me. Give me your venom, finish me off.”

She stroked his cheek thoughtfully. Took a few steps up his face, one leg tap-tapping at his brow. She must be huge for a spider. Big enough to take his life.

You are already finished. I can’t kill what isn’t alive.

He felt his stomach tighten, but not with sickness. “God, I’m starving.”

You cannot starve, Danny.

“Kill me. Or I will kill you.”

I understand. Do what you have to do to me.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted his hand, snagging one of those spindle-thin legs in his fingertips. He felt the spider panic, fluttering in fear as she attempted to scramble away, scraping tiny claws against his skin. He captured another leg in his opposite fingers, lifting her as he sat up.

"Thank you,” he breathed with fascination as he pulled.

Her legs popped free, and he heard her scream. He knew it wouldn’t kill her: her body was already shutting off the pathways to those wounds, keeping her from losing any more of her precious fluids. He tested that system, plucking up more legs, popping them off like a crab-eater at a feast. She stopped screaming, all of her energy turning towards escape. She pushed against him with her remaining limbs, stretching, shivering, at his mercy. She gave him just what he wanted, what he needed. He had power again, he owned her.

He took everything, wasted it, threw it aside. She had one leg left when he lifted her to his face, hanging from the spindle like so many of her victims had hung from her web. He opened his mouth, his tongue bared and flat as he rested her there.

He felt the stab of her bite, her last desperate attempt for life. Spiders weren’t vengeful creatures… she knew she could still survive, still had a chance. The taste of her desperation was euphoric. His eyes closed as he sucked the venom from his tongue, his teeth smashing her between them, ending her, fulfilling his promise. He swallowed, laid back down, prayed for the end. His tongue throbbed with a heartbeat he didn’t have. 

Soon.

[orchestra-of-shadows]

Cold is the Night -The Oh Hello’s

Anyway the Wind Blows - Hadestown

These Streets - Bastille

Liar - The Arcadian Wind

Elsa’s Song - The Amazing Devil

The Weight of Living pt. 1 - Bastille

[hottrash2k1]

From a while bacc

[soapxmactavish]

t r a s h meme, but honestly 

[lemonorbes]

Breath of the sea

[the-original-trash]