#porktaste

[sevnthson]

                     `        nighttime       .       .       .       `       his   gaze   lingers   on   the   midnight   sky  ,      the   stars   flickering   against   the   blanket   of   black .       HE   GIVES   THE   OTHER   A   BRIEF   LOOK   OVER   HIS   SHOULDER .

       `      she’s   calling   you .       `            @porktaste   ( the cult - bad fun )

[angelheartcd]

for @porktaste / continued from here !

  dannie can’t help but be slightly hurt by vern’s snapping words. he winces slightly as vern practically MOCKS him, eyes downcast and fingers gripping into the shirt over his ribs. “ sorry, ” he mumbles, shuffling sneakers against the hardwood. “ i didn’t mean to sound like i don’t care about you, dude. ” his eyes shifted to the wall, where he stared, hard. “ i don’t know what i did to make it seem like i don’t like you, but i do. of course i care whether you’re careful or not, the last thing i’d want is to see one of my friends get HURT. ” he didn’t know whether vern considered him a friend or not. their initial meeting wasn’t exactly pleasant, but he knew vern was important to atty, and vice versa. vern getting hurt would later reflect on atty, and then himself.

[sevnthson]

my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them. / for danut ;))))

          the   redness   that   stains   his   chin  ,      neck  ,      and   collar   is   sticky .        IT   HAD   DRIED   QUICKLY   IN   THE   COLD .       he   had   paid   it   no   heed   till   now  ,     however  ,      despite   the   discomfort    that   it   provided .       it   was   only   after   returning   that   he   began   to   notice   it  ,       he’d   run   a   finger   across   his   skin   and   watched   the   way   the   redness   flaked   off   in   layers .      HE   WASN’T   OFTEN   THIS   MESSY   WHEN   HE   FED  ,         not   that   he   can   recall   at   least .      he   was   untidy   when   inexperienced  ,      but   this   was   a   rarity .       what   was   rarer   than   this   was   the   warm   cloth   that   was   dragged   across   his   jaw   and   chin  ;    held   tightly   within   vern’s   grip .      normally  ,      he   would   clean   himself  -------  this   was   unexpected .

          he   watches   the   man’s   expression  ;       the   concentration    behind   his   gaze   as   he   works .         he   doesn’t   say   anything  ,        not   at   first .      he   merely   stays   still  ,      helpful   in   his   fixture .      it’s   once   he’s   finished  ,     once   he   moves   to   pull   the   cloth   away   and   drop   it   over   the   edge   of   the   water   bath   that   he   stops   him .       THE   VAMPIRE’S   GRIP   CURLS   AROUND   THE   OTHER’S   WRIST  ,      cloth   &   hand   held   between   the   two .      his   eyes   turn   downwards   as   he   carefully   unravels   the   damp   rag   from   between   his   fingers   and   gracelessly   lets   it   fall   back   into   the   pan .      HIS   FINGERS   ARE   WET   AND   BLOODY   FROM   HIS   WORK  ,       as   one   might   expect .       dănuț   pulls   those   fingers   upwards  ,      one   caught   steadily   between   his   own  ,       and   then   in   his   mouth   he   places   it .       his   tongue   slides   steadily   across   vern’s   warm   flesh  ,        cleaning   the   remnants   of   the   blood   himself   -------  tasting   it   once   again .       ONE   FINGER   AFTER   ANOTHER   HE   TAKES   BETWEEN   HIS   LIPS .      one   by   one   until   they   are   all   spotless .        @porktaste

[angelheartcd]

starter for @porktaste !

  “ sooo, vern, truth or dare ? ” she inquired, leaning on her hand and sipping on a glass of champagne. this was one of her favorite party games to play as a young teenager, always satisfying her morbid curiosity. she had just finished answering a question about her first kiss, in which she’d hummed the answer, ‘ this girl in fifth grade named grace. ’ they were lounging in her living room, some cheesy horror movie from the 80′s playing on the television screen.

  she then turns to vern again, sliding a finger over the rim of the glass. “ if you’re not a whimp, you’ll pick dare. ”

[angelheartcd]

starter for @porktaste !

  he’d heard a lot about vern through atty. he’d heard offhanded comments about their dynamic and the way she admires him, and it’d always made him curious as to who exactly vern was. considering dannie viewed atty like a younger sister, the mention of some slightly older guy had always made him cautious and VERY curious considering he viewed atty as being rather young still. so, here they were, at dannie’s apartment, atty nowhere to be found, left only with the two of them here. he looked down awkwardly and shuffled his sneakers against the hardwood floors, coughing.

  “ well...hi, ” dannie started, offering a slight smile, “ nice to finally meet you. ” he paused and then gave vern a look up and down, pursing his lips. “ sorry, not to be RUDE or anything, but you’re...how old exactly ? ” protective older brother mode was kicking in, for sure. he didn’t mean to be rude, he just genuinely couldn’t tell how old vern was. he looked a bit older than himself, but he couldn’t be sure.

[serialbled-blog]

‘ damn love, anyone ever tell you that your hair looks like it has a personality of its own? ‘ 

@porktaste liked for a starter

[wantlongera]

❝ i DO NOT kill people, i do not slay ! ❞

@porktaste  /  like for a vine starter !

[dealher]

❛ But it’s cold and I don’t wanna be lonely. ❜

billie eilish starters.

status: accepting.↳ @porktaste.

            ❛  you  don’t  like  the  cold ?  ❜  lottie pipes up with surprise, he doesn’t exactly seem like the cinnamon type but cold-blooded creatures crave the sun and the warmth she brings. the pink-haired girl shifts slightly, she remains close enough to be in arms reach. she’s cold too, but she’s always been this way. winters in carcer city were too brutal for her to forget, it just… it eased her into the loneliness that came with it. ❛  i’m  always  cold,  but  i   can  help  with  the  loneliness  though…  fair  warning.  most  people  can  only  handle  me  in  doses.  ❜  a cheeky smile follows.