[throughxthexmist]

Yeah, way too smart for him. He sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides. When he saw the gun, however, he lifted both in the air and shook his head.

"Hey, hey, wait, it's-- I'm... Cursed, I guess. That girl, uh... Libby? No..." Pausing, he screwed his eyes shut for a second before huffing, then ultimately snapping his fingers, "Laura! Laura said it's a curse. Werewolf thing, we uh. I got bit on the island, and--"

Except it wouldn't make any sense to this woman. He'd never seen her before, but he couldn't help but expect to be called Jakey Boy and be told to leave.

"I'm Jacob! Jake, if you want. Don't uh, don't shoot." He hadn't survived that ordeal to die right now. Not so close to the Thing that pulled him around.

Hanging on to every word, Em bit her lip. “Ok.. So can you control it or-”

She couldn’t believe she was listening to him. What if he was lying? ”- Or, well.. am I gonna be randomly attacked here?”

Looking at the surrounding area she could, Emily continued. “And where’s this  ‘Laura?’ Is she arround?”

The hand was still on the gun, but she was at least listening.

[throughxthexmist]

@we-lose-control-of-the-moment { Jacob } Continued from here

{ Emily }

She was cautious, watching the jock looking guy in front of her. Strangers showing up in the cold are a problem. Practically naked? More of a problem. Covered in blood? Kill Bill sirens are going off.

She didn’t bother trying to conceal the amused huff from the period comment. 

“Yeah, I know they get horror movie bad sometimes, but uh..”

Leaning on the doorway, she was already putting her hand on the shotgun she’d purchased for self defense. Although she hated the things, she couldn’t help be scared enough to get one. 

“I.. Saw enough.” “Are you a Wendigo? No... you turned back.”

The last part was mumbled, but she was trying to talk through it. 

“What are you?”

[thyrell]

we talk about the dangers of needing to be the smartest guy in the room but i think even more deadly is the urge to be the FUNNIEST guy in the room.

[thyrell]

the problem with being a guy who is always doing a bit is that if your bits arent literally always funny 100% of the time some body is going to kill you. and you are going to deserve it

[grabxyourxcrucifix]

@throughxthexmist - Hannah - Continued from here

- Josh - 

He just studied the bodies in front of him for a moment, leaning back into his sister and giving a little chuffing purr. He wasn’t used to the sounds coming from him yet, but at least he could communicate with her easily. 

Horror gore never bothered him, either. 

After a moment of resting, Josh leaned forward; trying to figure out where to bite on the stranger. 

“So..”

“Anything you want me to save for you, Hannah?”

If anything, he was trying to stall until he could get his stomach ready. Digging into a person was still.. well.. rough, if he wasn’t feral.

[throughxthexmist]

Hannah let a deep trill escape her when her brother leaned into her. 

Leaning over him to help him choose, she chuckled with a raspy breath. She knew exactly what he was doing, and it was the exact same thing that happened years ago when their dad took them to visit one of his rich friend’s house. 

They had been offered Haggis, and even though Josh was never really.. grossed out at gore. Or eating weird things, really, but that had gotten him. She watched him chat it up with the man on how it was made, what kind of sides would be good with it, etc. until he was finally able to take a bite. 

He seemed to like it, at least.

Resting her chin on his head to nuzzle him for a moment, she put a hand on the corpse’ chest closer to them. “I will take the heart. It is very tough.”

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

throughxthexmist​:

“Hey!” Zeke was out taking a walk, as moonlight was much easier on his skin than sunlight, when he saw one of the rednecks aiming a gun at someone. 

He was ready to defend no matter who it was, but when he walked closer and noticed, he slid in between the two and had his hand out. “Now hold on, what’s goin’ on?” 

Well, if he didn’t have his albinism, people might mistake him for one of the rednecks the way he sounded. 

“What’s missing?”

Zeke’s voice calling out behind him had his knees buckling a little, relief flooding him despite the danger he was still in. Despite everything, Darryl didn’t drop the gun, gesturing to the albino to move with the barrel.

“Fucker stole m’dad’s pocketwatch! Last fuckin’ thing ‘e gave me!” That man hadn’t been giving at all, and when he finally got the damn thing, he’d endeavored to keep it. This little shit thought he could just swipe it! “Fuckin’ radio’s gone out m’truck, too!” 

Ozzy’s hand moved to Zeke’s shoulder; Of course he looked like the type to steal, even if he wasn’t near as good at it as his parents. That was pretty much how they made any money.

“I don’t have them. It wasn’t me.” He managed, watching the barrel jerk to his head over Zeke’s shoulder with a muted yelp.

[throughxthexmist]

“Your pocketwatch?... and radio.” Glancing over his shoulder the best he could, Zeke tried to think, hand going back between Ozzie’s head and the gun’s sight.  “A’ight. Turn yer pockets out an’ show him you don’t have the watch then..” Holding his free hand back, he was offering to hold anything in Ozzie’s pockets. 

He didn’t want to pull out his attacks, but if he couldn’t deescalate the situation, he might have to attack the man.

Looking back to the fellow redneck, he cocked an eyebrow up as he was speaking. “Is’e the only one you’ve seen ‘round your stuff? Or has there been anyone else?” 

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[throughxthexmist]

(@grabxyourxcrucifix) “This is so much, I don’t know if I can handle it.” Josh to Hannah

@grabxyourxcrucifix { Josh }

{ Hannah }

The younger sister dropped down from the wall of the cabin; having to check their surroundings before she rested herself, looking at Josh.

She knew he had one hell of an appetite to begin with, but.. maybe grabbing two people was too much.

Hannah could take the rest.

"Eat all you can, Josh"

She crouched down next to him as she spoke; her long arm going over his shoulder and hand on the ground, cheek resting on his in a hug.

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ @throughxthexmist​ || Continued From Here || Nalkyra ]

[ Vegreth ]

“Feed him? Oh, we feed well and often.”

Vegreth’s eyes were soft as the parasite’s tongue slid over his hand, his wrist, up his arm. It wrapped in endless spirals and rubbed lightly, almost petting him back. 

“I think we get on pretty well… Is this what being a mother feels like…?”

Glancing over, he tilted his head. That made sense, sure. He knew that there weren’t a lot of people who even understood him, let alone what would no doubt he shown off on his stomach. No more crop tops, he supposed.

“Would you be his dad? He’s never had a family before.”

Oh, so that was the kind of question that would come out without him thinking, huh? The creature in his stomach made a low gurgle, and then some kind of growly, gruffing sound that almost sounded like a ‘yeah’. 

“Oh, right, right, yes. Hide him… He doesn’t do good in social situations, either… Gets nervous and chews on me.” Or his shirt. Or someone passing by… It really was a whole thing.

[throughxthexmist]

Watching the care the both of them gave each other; Nalkyra softened. “I suppose so. I’ve yet to mother anything besides being a portal, really..”

Although, the next question had him looking up; the only movement for a moment was his eyes fluctuating. “..I” That one stunned him. 

“I.. suppose I could. While I wouldn’t mind him feeding from me, he isn’t allowed to feed from Stan. Whereas I could take it; he cannot..” 

“I don’t believe most of us can function well in social situations, so at least he isn’t alone there.”

[ex0skeletal-undead]

The Possessed, oil on canvas by Zack Dunn

This artist on Instagram

[throughxthexmist]

@all-my-friends-were-glorious { Firkle } Continued from here.

{ Stan }

Both eyebrows raised as he listened to the Goth, tipping up his drink before setting it on the sidetable and turning to look at him. 

Or at least, to his feet. Stan didn’t figure any of the Goths liked people staring at them. A small huff left him at ‘act of God’. Once Firkle was done, he nodded slightly at first. “..Of course I’d care, and of course I’d come.” 

Ignoring the comments about Pete, he continued. “I’d try to take care of your family as well as I could, too. You guys have quite the collection of kids. And then there’s your sibling..” 

“Now, I’m sure Michael’s very damn good at taking care of them, don’t get me wrong there. But.. I know it wrecked him last time.”

[throughxthexmist]

@all-my-friends-were-glorious { Zeke } Continued from here

{ Zeke }

He’d felt someone’s eyes on him and his home. More concerning, he felt someone’s eyes on Ozzy. 

So he had to follow the similar feeling presence when he sensed it on this being. This being that looked remarkably like Ozzy. 

His tense shoulders lowered, relaxing somewhat. “...Alright..”

“What do you want, Zee?”

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

throughxthexmist​:

“I’m going to be perfectly honest with you.. I don’t like you. I’m not fond of you for what you’ve done. This moronic war has cost me my father, damaged my mother physically and mentally, and permanently damaged me.”

“..But.. no. I wouldn’t say anything behind your back I wouldn’t say to you.”

Watching him, Tino sighed. He was nothing but kind to Ozzy, so he couldn’t see why he was such a terrible person.  … He eventually assumed it was because he was broken.

“Right, four.” Another sigh escaped him. “What I MEAN is; you, Ryder, Me, and Ozzy.”

Well… That was more honest than what Ris had expected. He felt he should be angry, he should do something about that insolence, but instead he found himself returning the odd kindness.

“And I think you’re a quiescent husk of what you could be. You waste your potential feeling sorry for yourself and your parents. …While I am learning otherwise, I’ve always thought your relationships made you weak. The ties you have to people that make you want to be…” He tried to keep the grimace off his face, but his smile fell regardless.

“Soft with people. You have the potential to be just as powerful and deadly as Ryder and myself… And you’d much rather roll over and take your unnecessary punishments. I’ve tried to help you, and all it does is backfire…”

Though he couldn’t exactly stop himself from speaking, he dropped down to place his hands on his knees so he was more on Tino’s level.

“I’m honestly surprised at you, though. It seems you’ve grown something of a spine. Where is it you’d like to try this?”

[throughxthexmist]

That was predicted. 

Of course he didn’t think about caring for anyone. This being was a weapon.  ...Although it did seem like he was trying.

Unnecessary punishments? Isn’t that Ris’ whole.. thing? To collect unnecessary tiger stripes from trying to ‘correct’ feelings?

A twitch of a smile came at his distaste of the word soft. “That’s just it. I don’t see the violence as necessary just as you don’t see taking punishments as necessary.” ...Those, at any rate. 

It was true. He acted more pitiful than he should. But it almost always worked in his favor. Especially when he needed to feed.

Hands crossed on his lap as he listened, a wider smile branching out. “..We need a public place. Somewhere like Mikes’ or one of the other restaurants?”

[throughxthexmist]

“Hungry?” Ozzy shouldn't have been wiggling so much in excitement as he crawled up onto Tino's chest, pinning him down while baring his neck, "I'll be gentle?" - All-My-Friends-Were-Glorious (Ozzy to Tino!)

@all-my-friends-were-glorious { Ozzy }

{ Tino }

"I am." He chuckled, petting on the other's back between his shoulders, tipping his head only slightly to kiss a spot on his neck in affection first.

He hoped he would be gentle, as his pain was already fairly bad in his hips and spine tonight, but.. Tino did have faith in him.

Keeping his lips pressed to the spot for a moment, he purred, "Iubirea mea" before gently sinking his teeth in; fingers going to the back of his lover's head in his hair.

[flagged-as-naughty-deactivated2]

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

throughxthexmist​:

He jerked at the movement, expecting to be hit for delivering the bad news. When the strike didn’t come, he released the breath that he didn’t know he was holding. “… I wouldn’t say ‘poor mother’, exactly..”  “Mother that was on a mission, maybe? Concentrating on ideals too much instead of your family?”

That might’ve been cruel of him to say it, but.. He wasn’t sure how to handle someone that tortured him for not knowing where someone was, and being with someone he loved.

“..What if..” Did he even dare suggest this? “What if the four of us met together somewhere? Somewhere he wouldn’t be alone with you, to talk it out? Apologize to him?”

“I-uh.. Wouldn’t expect him to jump into your arms, but it’d be a start, yeah?”

Ris’ eye twitched, and he considered Tino’s words. Up until Ryder had told him about their son being in the warehouse, the idea that he even could become pregnant without some work put in spell-wise hadn’t been on his mind. That wasn’t to say that he hadn’t wanted Ryder to pup him, but he figured that, when the time came, it would be something very deliberate.

If he’d known all it would take was some frenzied desperation in their mock war-room, he might have tried it sooner.

“You wouldn’t say that I wasn’t a poor mother for what I’ve done? Or haven’t done…?” He spoke thoughtfully, “I’m fairly certain you’d say I’m quite a few things if I wasn’t listening right now.”

So much of Ris’ life had been violence, and he hadn’t once been taught how to reign it in. He still hadn’t figured out how to be gentle with most things, and he struggled to keep his head when he was the cause for something going wrong. If he didn’t beat himself for it, nobody else would, and it wasn’t working for him. He needed the reminder that he’d fucked up.

When Tino spoke again, he blinked, eyes focusing once more on his face. They’d remained there, but they seemed distant, lost in his head; That wasn’t entirely wrong, as of late. 

“Four…?” For a second, he had to wonder who all Tino meant. Clearly himself, Ozzy, and Tino, but surely Tino wasn’t offering to be in a semi-enclosed space with Ris and Ryder. Right? That made no sense to him, “…Ryder? Or do you mean one of Ozzy’s other…” He paused, eyelids twitching again, almost a grimace, “Lovers?”

Ris was willing to take a hit or two, but apparently thinking about Tino and his yet unborn son was something he was struggling with. Some part of him wondered if Tino intended on going through Ozzy to hurt Ris, but he figured he wasn’t that stupid. Surely. Because perhaps Ris had been cruel to Ozzy, but he was still a mother, and a vengeful one, at that. Tino would only sign his own death warrant if he so much as made Ozzy cry.

[throughxthexmist]

“I’m going to be perfectly honest with you.. I don’t like you. I’m not fond of you for what you’ve done. This moronic war has cost me my father, damaged my mother physically and mentally, and permanently damaged me.”

“..But.. no. I wouldn’t say anything behind your back I wouldn’t say to you.”

Watching him, Tino sighed. He was nothing but kind to Ozzy, so he couldn’t see why he was such a terrible person.  ... He eventually assumed it was because he was broken.

“Right, four.” Another sigh escaped him. “What I MEAN is; you, Ryder, Me, and Ozzy.”

[memehyena]

Feederism Prompts (pt 2)

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary! Please specify muse for multimuse blogs!

CW: Food, stuffing, overeating, coercion, nausea, stuffing kink, feeding kink, feederism

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FEEDER

“It’s just two more bites, I promise.”

“I know how much you like -food-, so I bought you plenty.”

“It’s your favorite, I know you have it… In you to finish.”

“This is your birthday, so you can have as much as I– You want.”

“Let’s see, where should we start?”

“I love it when your stomach looks like this…”

“You’re beautiful, you know that? You look so good like this…”

“I love how big you’re getting.”

“You can’t leave, you haven’t finished your dinner.”

“I know, I know, it’s a lot, but I have faith in you.”

“Open up, it’s time for another bite.”

“Come on, you’ve got this, just a little more.”

“If you finish this one, you’ll win the eating competition.”

“But I thought -food- was your favorite. You’re giving up, now?”

“I baked all of these -food- just for you! I might have gone a little overboard, though.”

FEEDEE

“Oh, man, I love -food-!”

“I can eat twice this much!”

“Do you think I’m getting too heavy?”

“If I could eat all of that, I would be so happy.”

“Can we get -fast food place-?”

“I want -food-.”

“I’ll eat anything twice.”

“This is so much, I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“This eating contest is going to be a piece of cake.”

“You mean this is all for me?”

“You’re the best, you know how much I love -food-!”

“I actually don’t eat -food-, but I’ll try for you.”

“Don’t you want any?”

“I can’t keep up, it just keeps coming.”

“I think… I think I… Overdid it… I feel so sick.”

NONVERBAL PROMPTS

Send A Prompt, Use  🔄 to reverse

[ Sweet Tooth ] to feed my muse sweet treats! Sender can specify

[ Date Night ] to feed my muse while on a date with yours! Sender can specify where

[ Dinner Time ] to feed my muse something savory! Sender can specify

[ Eat Me ] to feed my muse with your muse’s body!

[ Don’t Go ] to convince my muse to stay and eat some more!

[throughxthexmist]

Stan, how does it feel that the lovers you have and are interested in might just up and ditch you one day for being a disgusting drunk? Look what happened to your father's relationship because of the same thing.

{ Stan }

Damn.

I mean. I KNOW it's coming, ok? I'm gross, I puke at everything, and I drink waaaaayyyy too much. It just helps numb things, y'know? I

Well, I need things numbed.

I'll apparently screw my kids' lives up too, and I know I will, and I have no way of knowing if my loved ones will stay by my side or not. Because of my disgustinf habits or other problems I have. So, what reason do I have NOT to drink?