
JVL
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styofa doing anything
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Stranger Things
almost home
KIROKAZE
$LAYYYTER
AnasAbdin
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@theartofmadeline
Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
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Mike Driver
Keni

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@tzontic-blog
—— I’VE DISCUSSED BEFORE THAT using the masks causes an insatiable, constant hunger, but I don’t think I’ve ever described what that hunger feels like. Because of how cellular absorption works, the digestive system is largely unused and completely vestigial. The idea of hunger as humans know it, mostly stomach pain, isn’t applicable. What is used first is, instead of sugars, amino acids, causing the body to ache and feel like it’s cramping when they begin to feel hunger, worsening as time goes on without food. Instead of weakness, however; adrenaline spikes, causing quicker response times. The body shifts into a hunting state in cases of great hunger, acting more on instinct than on thought, heightening senses while fueling the decaying body. If no food can be found, the muscles slowly begin to absorb surrounding tissue, and the body literally eats itself, causing strange distortions in the flesh and muscle, usually divets and random depressions. Should poisons be consumed en masse, usually in the form of hamon infected blood, the body begins to eject the offending substance immediately. Often times, this is literally sweating out the toxin, looking less like sweat and more like blood, but in severe cases, the stomach is used to gather toxin before expelling it, vomiting a viscous, rust-brown slime that smells of copper and ammonia and decay.
dancin in circles
—— “ YOU, WHO FIGHT WARS AMONGST YOURSELVES, ravage everything that is not yours to take, who survive sheerly on DUMB LUCK - yet have the audacity to call anything that is not human BARBARIC… ”
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—— IT COMES AS HUNGER, not a twisting hunger, but a searing, ripping one; no weakness, only screaming desperation in every muscle, the need for more, MORE - something dark and feral and primal deep-set in the bones and woven into flesh. There is a point where that which is as man tips towards beast, throws away the nonsensical categorization and falls into a territory instinctual, familiar. Even bones are singing. It comes PREDATORY, dilated pupils in their iridescent crimson haze and hyperfocused sight, every sense standing on its edge and every bit of consciousness called to strict attention. It is the smell that awakens it, the subtle sound of blood coursing through veins. The mouth is dry and wanting. His world is adrenaline and need. “ Do you see yourself as superior to them? ” A gaze meant to pierce, as if watching grains of sand painfully fall down the center of an hourglass in hopes to speed their descent. Better he never bother at all - conversation drab, boring, useless - but the words come with genuine curiosity and seething tongue. “ Or at least DIFFERENT? People like you have always wanted to be separate from something, to rise above something. You never PROVE your claims. ”
johkid:
it fuckin sucks
THAT’S NOT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM
hey can i give you constructive criticism?
sure
this is my fursona, the Ultimate Being,
Look at me," he breathes. It is his Dom gaze - cold, hard and sexy as hell, seven shades of sin in one enticing look.
HIS SHARP INTAKE OF breath is music to my dick.
"'I like your kinky fuckery," He whispers.
launch me into the fucking sun, baby
Feel it, baby.
MY INNER GODDESS IS beside themself, hopping from foot to foot. ANTICIPATION hangs heavy and portentous over my head like a dark tropical storm cloud. Butterflies FLOOD my belly – as well as a darker, carnal, CAPTIVATING ache as I try to imagine what he will DO to me -
Put the chicken in the fridge ~
I MUST BE THE color of the communist manifesto.