#hungery for content

[greatestgaygrove]

i have a rlly bad migraine but im hhere to preagch the

th e . 7h. uhh. gospl of inspeetka. dom spekga. domonant powerg-hungery 8nsepkta . yuh

Anon are you okay I'm not asking cause of the contents of the ask I'm asking because you sound let you are one step away from dying

[burgycreeper405-blog]

i need me some micro4 content,, I'm hungery

[reitziluz]

Back at'cha!! 9 and 14 for the artist ask meme <3

thanks!! a simple one and a complex one.

9. What are your file name conventions

oh damn. there's the thematic or outright titles of the works, like splitattheroot or howskeletonsareborn. more often, especially for one off things, it's more along the lines of sexywizardbullshit or hungery. for challenges or series, i tend to do pretty utilitarian file names, like witchfashion_pencilskirt.

when i start to really get into an idea, the amount of files for it tend to explode. when that happens, the "core" name tends to get more matter of fact. the current file for shit-all is dsdsa_canoncompliancecut, but there's also dsdsa_oldarchived and dsdsa_rewrit_note (which is the spreadsheet file for the rewrite).

14. Any favorite motifs

ahhh this is hard! i mean, skeletons, flowers and food feel like obvious things to mention? but hmm...

there's of course monstrous hunger. especially when it's made mundane. like in the venom movie with the tater tots and trash can chicken, or when i used to read mcu fics just for the "everyone lives in the avengers tower and boy do supersoldiers eat a lot" type of content. i have one oc, whose one iteration in a superhero setting had the power to literally become what he ate, but the drawback was a ridiculous metabolism that also meant he had to eat constantly. something about bodily needs that are not respected because they're seen as funny or frivolous or something inconvenient and unsightly that's ought to be controlled and surely the person is exaggerating and should just act normal because why would anyone normal experience a basic thing like that that strongly or in such a weird way?

monsters, specifically skeletons, and even more specifically gashadokuro, are also a big fave. the process of becoming a monster, or being made into one. but i don't find the "pure evil" kind of monsters compelling at all*. like, sure, gashadokuro bite off the heads of lone travelers and drink their blood, and that's a p straighforward evil thing to do. but if you reduce them to that, it's like, you might as well be writing about lightning strikes or earth quakes? the compelling thing about monsters to me is how complex they are. not in a shallow sympathetic portrayal of "oh there's a tragic backstory so all the wrongs are excused", but in the inherent horror and tragedy of "oh, i see how i could have become that" and "i see how that could have been prevented but wasn't." gashadokuro are formed from the spirits of those who fell in battle, who were disrespected in death, or who died of starvation, and they crumble to nothing when their rage is spent. that's devastating on multiple levels, and i think the tragedy adds to the horror as much as the horror adds to the tragedy.

(there's also something to be said about how people who see monsters as inhuman pure evil might also fail to recognize or outright reject the possibility that they could be acting monstrously against others, and also how extending no sympathy to any monsters can also turn into hatred for the parts in you (unfairly) deemed monstrous, but i've already gotten off topic and rambled enough.)

*to be fair, this is mostly just when the monster is more of a character of its own. like if the monster is way in the symbolic end of the spectrum, or like, more of just a scenario like zombies most of the time are, that's alright. but i don't get people who, for example, say that sephiroth is absolute pure evil and to argue anything else diminishes him as a villain, when i think knowing that he was 14 at the oldest when he was first thrown into an all out war and that without the evils of shinra the evils he committed would also not have come to pass just... like fuck man, how is that not more terrifying to you than a flavorless construct of "pure evil" that you can compartmentalize and distance from yourself and your reality as a whole?

[blisslabyrinth]

You haven't updated your blog in a week and I'm hungery for content

(Translation : one slice of pristine unicorns please)

I don't feed peasants

[tchaikovskym]

list of all human emotions

angery

sob sob ;(

awwwww <3

apathyyyy

Must Do Things I Am Fast I Am Lightning

no

look! i am like you! excited!

horny :(

horny ;)

Disgusted

small, cold, scared

PROUD

SHAME, SHAME, SHAME

something is wrong... ?

scARED

this? for me?? ;((( cry 

The Great Yearning

d i zz y 

ouch! pain!

I AM IN PAIN I AM IN PAIN IA M IN PA IN 

WARNING! WILL BITE!

pretty shiny me wants

nice :)

in love <3

in love fucking again oof

ahahahaha i am fine. i am fine. am i fine? yeah. i am fine.

universe is endless, there are infinite amount of numbers between 1 and 2 2, but also infinite amount of numbers between 3 and 10, how does magnetism even work, aren’t we going to talk about how water just rains on us, i am alive

warm <3

ok

3 Second High

i can focus don’t ruin it

jealousy (from mr brightside)

dread. anxiety. bad.

it aches but it feels good 

INSPIRATION. WILL. HOPE. YEEHAW.

yeehaw :(

The Inappropriate Is Funny 

it is bad but it could be worse so i am pretty fine 

who even needs a body 

what if i uhhmmhhh screamed right now? jumped off the cliff? no?

adjbvifvbdijcnsdubiuvbdkjvbaiwufhcsjcbdkjb

talk to me in 30 years ill be in the swamp decomposing

don’t talk to me i am in the process of winning the nobel prize

i am sorry i have just 3 braincells 

humming. it is nice.

hungery. tired. :( no time :(

5am

aaaaaAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAA (from frozen 2)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

anticipation buzz buzz

earth should swallow me

nothing is real and i am safe

content

long bus ride and i have the window seat

i am motivated but for you so you better do what i say

something new! scared! intrigued!

dum dudum dudumdudumdudududuuuummm dudududummm

[birdsaesthetic]

Our Love in the Run

This tiny little fic takes a place in 501, and is inspired by the below GIF by @kate-dammit-run. (Sorry for any mistake within this, it’s kind of my first attempt in writing) 🤍

they hugged that night. They kept hugging unable to release each other for what felt like two months long; a compensation of the past two months they’d spent being separated from each other’s reach.

Jane sat on his lap as she did so, and they both pressed their eyes closed in pain—but at the same time in relief and the coziness of each other’s warmth. The two didn’t realise how their minds and bodies were in a constant tension until they hugged, until the hug eased with it all the cumulative tension.

They were quiet, the only sound would be heard now was Kurt’s constant rubbing over her back. But then, when she sniffed, trying to say something—perhaps something rambled in her head while she was hugging him, “I am scared Kurt....what if I lost you, Kurt”. He pulled her back, a little, and looked right into her eyes, “I am here, we aren’t going to lose each other, okay?”

She frowned, and her eyes got teary at his choice of words, at his hard voice in comparison to hers. As she heated to admit, she was still scared even when he was right in front of her, with his flesh and warmth surrounding her. She wanted to be hugging him for the entire night, to feel the warmth of his present pressing her body, to redeem all the missing parts within her soul. She wanted to be hugging him to reassure her mind that he was here now and always wil be—because she was yet to believe that she had met him again, alive and safe.

“We can manage to sleep together here, right?” she indicated the tiny space in the single bed.

“We can always manage anything” kurt teased her with a peck.

They managed to lay down on the single bed, snuggling into each other’s arms. She settled down her head among his chest and shoulder, her hair nuzzled his lips and nose in the way—but he happily nuzzled her head back. And all she could feel was content and thankful about this particular moment. being back in her husband embrace would solve most of her recent problems. For the past two months, she hadn’t felt this relieved, and thinking about that made her don’t want to sleep just yet.

Her hand that had been set upon his chest—feeling his heartbeats—slided up to touch his face that she couldn’t see now. First she went all the way from his chest to his neck, then his chin, his lips, his cheek, his eyelid. And then, when she didn’t know where to reach for more, he covered her hand with his, and settled it upon his lips and kissed it long and slow, inhaling it hard just as well.

The tiny attempt of making a delightful contact with his skin she meant to make, made her want more. In favour of his embrace, she tilted herself a little up, then she pressed their lips together. He acted back, and held her head between his two hands to guide the kiss. Every brush of his lips against hers set off a lightened candle within her, and made her want more. She then rolled over her entire body to be above him, without breaking the kiss, so eager to move tenderly all the way above him. Her fingers breached all over his jaw, cheek and ears in attempts of touching more areas.

Among the kissing, she barely managed to let out a whisper, “I missed you, so much, kurt”. And like he always loved to to, he drew her head back, gently, to have a glimpse of her hungery features. As he did so, she looked intense, she never smiled, never blinked, but her eyes were wider and her mouth still open for more.

“How much you missed me?” he whispered back.

She tried to take a deep breath as she closed her eyes and settled her forehead against his, “I can’t answer this in words, kurt” she responded, voice breathy. Her warm breath was so tempting against his face now, but he spoke back, very lowly, “I can accept any form of answers”

His hands were skimming over her back now, and then, one hand slided beneath her shirt, and the other followd, seconds later. She got into a setting position—still sitting above his lap as he was laying down—feeling so powerful in such a position, and he felt so lucky for such a view. Intending to move slowly, she stripped off her shirt, then tossed it in the air, which had just started to get intense. He led his hands to grip her waist from the both sides, smiling, finding it so hard to choose what exactly he should be looking at; her blushed face, or her half naked uppr body.

He missed his wife, he missed when seeing her in such a way was an everyday basis, when touching her bare skin was what his hands put the most effort in doing so.

She smiled now—the second she saw the hungry eyes of his, she couldn’t help but smiled.

“I missed you too” he mumbles, gawking.

“How much?”

“Lean in, so that I could tell you”

She chuckled although she was biting her lips, then she leaned forward, to her husband’s face.

He captured her mouth as she reached his mouth, and just easily, he moved his hands to the clasp of her bra and unclicked it.

And of course, she helped him out by stripping it off, and then she went back to the previous position, the powerful position, and stared at him, seemingly, not a lot of expressions were shown on her face.

“Come here, to me” he demanded, with a slight smile.

“You come here, to me” she protested.

He followed her instructions, moving up into a sitting position as he held her still above his lap. She held his head still and breathed him in, “You want me to take it off for you, or you want to do it yourself?” she whispered against his ears .

“No difference”

“Take it off yourself then, I wanna watch the aesthetic as you do so”

“Yes ma'am”

He undid the buttons of his blouse by himself, as she watched in appropriation, and the smirk on her lips kept growing.

He held her closer and went straight away to kiss her neck, long, slow and soft, and with it one hand found its way to the bulk of her hair, and kept wandering there. She went to kiss his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against it, too, and making the process more affectionate, crating some more heat, as if they needed the extra heat. Their bodies were already overheated at that point, but she loved how it felt, and kept doing so.

He dotted kisses all the way to her lips then kissed them, then he went deeper, until she gave a loud moan of pleasure.

“I love you when you cry like that, I missed all of this” his lips brushed hers when he said it.

She drew gently back, to the reach of his gaze, and curled her arms around his neck, then she asked, breathlessly, “Kurt, how have you been?”

“You wanna talk about this now?”

“Yah, I wanna go slow, don’t we deserve to go slow?”

“Yah, we do, so much”

“Tell me then—we didn’t get to talk about this earlier”

He kept his gaze at her, and blinked slowly, then swallowed, “I’ve been in a dark time, everything was crumbling down and I was unable to do anything. I was thinking about you all the time, went to Venice to be close to you in any way possible. spent most time there, but as every day went by, I kept losing hope and kept feeling more vulnerable” he sighed then, and lowered his head, but she took it, and lifted it to her level again, because she knew he had more to say, he was yet to finish.

“But the last memory we made kept me lifted. When you looked at me and promised me that we will be together soon, and we will make it home again and safe—it just kept me stronger”

“I’m sorry, kurt” her lips pouted.

He stroked her hair and brought her forehead to his and whispered, “It’s okay now,”

“How have you been?” he then asked.

She parted their heads, and sighed. Her eyes wandered over the place a little bit, as if she was remembering things—she simply wasn’t willing to talk about it—but when her eyes met his again, it encouraged her to talk.

“It was harder than before, you know, back then I knew you were safe, but this time I knew nothing. Where were you, and what were you doing.... it just.... it was hard to keep up. And sometimes I thought I would never see you again. Yah, I had that feeling, I had it and it was hard to push it away. But I kept fighting it, I kept trying to push it away. And when I saw you for the first time earlier, I couldn’t believe you were in front of me” she drew a breath, then resumed, “If we’re together, I never lose hope, because I know as we’re together, we can do anything”

“Yah, as we’re together we can do anything”

“Anything”

“So, since we’re together now slash alone, can we still do the anything?

She smirked, a knowing smirk, then, threw her whole weight against him, forcing him into a laying position, “I think we talked too much instead of— right?” she whispered, with a smirk.

“Right, way too much”

[supersimmer2018]

The Chae & Zhao Legacies Ep#1

*WARNING* There is mature content in this story nothing to be alarmed over, there is some strong language in this episode. Above all this story hasn't gotten to that dark place yet.

                              The Chae Legacy, Episode #1

                                                ~Pilot~

It was late Saturday night, that was the night that my life had changed forever. I had it all, a place to call my own and the hottest girlfriend who I've shared everything with since the time we were kids. We were so much in love that at the age of 16 we've decided to get engaged.

  Of course we knew that we should wait until we were a little bit older to actually get married. Life was good, except... I had a secret that nobody else knew about. After moving into our own place I started to get more and more depressed. After a while I did turn to drinking, it helped keep me from losing my mind.

  Through the course of my drinking it had also lead me to drugs. I was really good at hiding that part of my life. That was until my girlfriend accidentally stumbled upon something that I had left open on my browser history on my laptop. She had found messages and pictures, not to mention videos of things that I so carelessly left open for the world to see.

 After finding out that she had found those things on my computer it of course lead to a fight. I tried to tell her that I had no idea on how those things had even gotten on my computer. But that was a fail, so I did what any guy would do. I simply just grabbed my car keys and left.

So of course I went and had some drinks at my buddies houses. Shortly after having one too many, I somehow managed to drive myself over to my best friends house. But before I get into that, lets take it back a few months before all hell broke loose.

                                               ~3 Months Ago~

It was early Monday morning the sound of the alarm had jolted us out of a deep sleep. There was nothing like waking up to the most beautiful girl in the world. Never would I have thought that Carelis and me would ever be a couple, much less having our own place to call our own at the age of 16.

 Of course none of our parents loved the idea of their children living on their own. But that never really stopped us from doing what we wanted. Carelis was a very strong outspoken person that voiced her opinion's. Of course we both knew that the real reason why our parents were so upset was because of the whole sex part of our relationship.

Carelis: Mm, good morning.

   She said in a moan, as she stretched as she rolled over to face me. Gently I place my arm over her looking at her with a smile.

Niko: Good morning to you too. How'd you sleep?

Carelis: Like a baby. I suppose we should get ready for school.

She said as she rolled her eyes while lacing her fingers between mine.

Carelis rolled over to get herself up out of bed, but before she could I pulled her in closer to me as I kissed her neck. She hated when I did things like that.

 After kissing her neck she had let out a soft little laugh that was muffled by a moan. Sure school was important to us, I just couldn't help myself. After all I was a 16 year old.

Carelis: Stop it, we have classes to...

Niko: Umhm...

Carelis: Niko, we can't be missing school.

Niko: Whats one day going to hurt? Hmm?

 I said as I whispered into her ear. I knew that I about had her convinced.

Niko: We can stay home, and watch movies... I'll even cook us some breakfast.

After had said that she finally caved and agreed to skip school just this once. It was nice having someone to have and to hold. Someone to talk to and come home to everyday.

  She was what made my life worth wild. There was nothing that could ruin this perfect day, or so I thought. Moments later there was a loud knock on the door of our apartment. Carelis turned to face me yet again stopping me from getting up out of bed.

Carelis: Don't answer it, maybe they'll go away.

 She said with a laugh.

The knocking only got louder and louder. Carelis rolled her eye's moving off of my chest so that I could answer the door.

Niko: I'll get them to go away my sweet.

 I said as I kissed her on the forehead. Before getting out of bed I through up my arms in the air and stretched before standing on the cold wood floor.

Niko: Chill the hell out I'm coming!

 I yelled.

Making my way down the hall, I knew that I was about to go off on someone. It was early in the morning and someone was already pounding on the door. The morning had started off in a good way only to end up going south already.

 As I made a fist with one hand I reached out and opened the door with the other had. My fist was already raised in the air ready to make contact with the persons face.

Niko: Have you any idea what time it is!

I shouted. I opened my eyes in time to see that I was about to hit one of my best friends, whom I haven't seen in years.

Eli: Bad time?

He said as he scratched the back of his head with that kid smile of his.

Niko: Eli! Good to see you, please come in.

  Eli made his way inside, I closed the door behind us. I haven't seen or heard from Eli in many years it was amazing that he was able to find where I lived. Eli had moved away with his family when his father got that job up in Sunset Valley.

 It was hard to lose a very close friend, he and I had grown up together as babies. Both our parents all meet in the same college many years ago. If it wasn't for our parents, we wouldn't have became the best of friends.

Eli: Wow, what a place you got here. You living alone?

Niko: N-no, actually I live here with my girlfriend.

Eli: Ooh? Anyone that I know?

He asked with a smile.

Niko: Actually yes, remember Carelis from grade school.

Eli: Shut up! You two? That's awesome, honestly never saw that coming. And your parents are okay with you two living together?

Carelis: Niko, I'm just going to head to class this day's already ruind... Oh my god, Eli!

 Carelis shouted in a high pitched scream. She was even more excited to see him than I was.

.........

....

........

Eli: I hadn't expected to see you here!

Carelis: When did you move to San Myshuno?

Eli: Actually I didn't. I came back to Newcrest two day's ago, I talked to Niko's mom and dad and they said that he had moved an hour out side Newcrest. So they gave me your new address.

Niko: You better be going if your going to make the next bus. I'm going to stay home and catch up with Eli.

 With that said Carelis walked over to me after giving Eli a hug goodbye, and kissed me before she walked out the door. Today was starting to turn into a really interesting day.

Although I would have much rather spend the day with Carelis, but I suppose that spending the day with an old friend wouldn't be so bad.

Niko: How's about some breakfast, hungery?

Eli: There's no way that you can cook.

Niko: You'd be surprised. Take a seat, I'll get some food going.

 Eli took a seat at the table while I got everything out of the refrigerator to make something to eat for the two of us.

Niko: So where are you attending school?

Eli: Honestly, I haven't decided.. Look we're best friends right? So can I tell you something without you judging me?

 As I continued to cook our food, I was starting to worry that whatever it was that he wanted to talk about wasn't going to be good news.

   Judging from the tone in his voice, I could tell that this was something serious.

Niko: Eli you're like a brother to me, of course you can tell me anything.

 I heard him take in a deep breath before he could find the words to tell me what was going on. There was a long pause in the room.

Eli: I didn't move back here with my family. My dad kicked me out of the house, I literally had to get here on my own. I called your mom to find out where you lived. And well, here I am..

Niko: Hold on... Why did your dad kick you out? You two were always so close.

Eli: I really don't want to talk about it, at least not right now. But I did want to ask you if it'd be okay if I stayed with you? Just until I can get a job and a place of my own.

Finishing up the food, I grabbed us both a plate and we both sat at the table eating our grilled cheese. I could tell by the confused look on his face that this wasn't the kind of breakfast that he had in mind.

 Not that it mattered, after all food was food. He took a bite of his grilled cheese, as he took a bite out of his sandwich his eyes lite up.

Eli: Holy shit this is good! It's no eggs or bacon, but you've nailed it!

Niko: Simmer down, it's just grilled cheese. After all I did make this for us as kids.

Eli: I had forgotten how good your grilled cheese was.

I really didn't feel like bombarding him with question after question, but there was something inside of me that was telling me to get to the bottom of this. Honestly I knew that there was something that wasn't adding up. And whatever that something was I knew that it wasn't good.

 After I finished my food, I glanced over at him only to see him looking down at his plate.

Niko: Alright talk. What happened to have your dad kick you out.

Eli: Not right now, Niko can't you just drop it for now? I don't even want to think about it.

Niko: Do I need to call your mom and ask her? Because I will...

Eli: For fucks sake! Why can't you just not worry about it! I've already been through hell, and I sure as hell don't want to relive that hell again.

I could see the sadness in his eyes, regardless of me wanting to know what went down between him and his father. I could see that now was not the time to keep asking questions.

Niko: I'm sorry, I just hate seeing you like this. Look you can stay here until your able to get back on you feet. I'm sure that Carelis wont have any objections to you staying here.

Eli: Thank you, that's the best thing I've heard so far. I promise you wont even know that I'm here. I hate to ask this but mind if I use your shower? It's been a few day's since I've had a hot shower.

 Right after I had told him that he was more than welcome to stay there was a small smile that formed on his face. Even though I wanted to know what exactly had happened, I would have to wait for him to tell me when he was ready to do so.

Niko: Yes of course shower is down the hall first door on your left.

 Eli pushed himself up from the table and headed down the hall and into the bath room. I was still dying to know what exactly went down between him and his old man, but for now I had no choice but to let it go.

                                                  ~Eli's P.O.V~

 As I walked into the bathroom I clicked the door shut and locked the door. I still felt very lost, having been kicked out of my parents home. I honestly didn't know how my dad could be okay with kicking out their 16 year old son.

If Niko were to ever find out the reason as to why I was kicked out of my parents home...

  " I should have known better than to... damn it!" I yelled in my head. This was all my damn fault, nothing I ever did always seemed to backfire.

Niko: Hey, Eli I'm going to head down town. Would you like to join me?

 I turned off the water to the shower, and opened the shower door.

Eli: Yeah, sounds like fun I'll be right out.

For now at least I will enjoy myself with my best friend. I wasn't going dwell in the past, what's done is done there was no changing anything now. This secret of mine was best kept a secret.

 Though I knew better as to think that Niko was going to let this go. Maybe in time I would feel up to telling him everything, but for now he didn't even want to think about it.

I grabbed the only pair of cloths that I had with me back on, and dried my hair and walked out the bathroom door. There stood Niko standing there by the front door waiting on me.

 The two of us walked out the door and headed to the elevator. I wasn't going to allow this day to be ruined just because of me. So from here on out I was going to be nothing but happy.

                                               ~To Be Continued~

So this Legacy isn’t yet going to be a for sure thing here on Tumbler, this is just a test run to see where things go with it on here. This is however a story that is still on going in the Sims Amino community. If this episode does well then you can expect more to come. If you’d like to read ahead look for me on the sims amino on the amino app this story is really getting good hope you all like it!

[weirdletter]

32 White Horses on a Vermillion Hill: Volume One, edited by Duane Pesice, Planet X Publications, 2018. Cover art by Mutartis Boswell, info: Facebook.

Planet X Publications is proud to present this charity anthology, benefitting our friend, horror writer Christopher Ropes. It features stories & poems generously donated from members of the weird fiction & horror communities. Christopher has a condition called dentinogenesis imperfecta, which causes discolored, brittle teeth, and has been a lifelong source of pain & distress for him. All the profits from this book will go directly to Christopher to help cover the costs of some long-needed dental work so that he can smile easy for the first time.

Contents: Introduction – Nadia Bulkin 1. Farah Rose Smith – Blue Broken Mind 2. Matthew St. Cyr – An Incident on a Cold Winter’s Afternoon 3. Douglas Draa – Fishing Boots 4. Frank Coffman – Chindi/Night of the Skinwalker 5. Norbert Gora – How to live without meds? 6. Calvin Demmer – Nothing Else Matters 7. Jo-Anne Russell – The Denturist 8. Russell Smeaton – The Tooth 9. Paula Ashe – To Anne 10. James Fallweather – I Can’t See the Bottom 11. KA Opperman – Forbidden Knowledge 12. Bob Pastorella – Outlaws 13. Christopher Slatsky – Project AZAZEL 14. E.O. Daniels – Prototype 15. Maxwell Ian Gold – Eton’s Last Will and Testament 16. Kathleen Kaufman - Last Call at the Overlook 17. Scott Couturier – Reflection in Blood 18. Shayne Keen – Four Ropes 19. Brian O'Connell – Vore 20. John Claude Smith – "Hotel California" is the Devil 21. Jill Hand – Spare Parts 22. John Boden – Salten 23. Matthew M. Bartlett – The Fever River 24. Brandon Barrows – Verdure 25. Sarah Walker – Ink 26. Robert S. Wilson – Twitching and Chirping 27. Charles P. Dunphey – Denizens of Mortuun 28. John Linwood Grant – Hungery 29. Jeffrey Thomas – Chrysalises 30. Sam L Edwards – I Keep It in a Little Box 31. Jake Wyckoff – Trace of Presence 32. Donald Armfield – Thirty-Two Wisdom Tooth - Frederick J. Mayer – Insanity’s Steed

[6corpsekin6]

[February 2022]

I cried for the first time in a long time. Truly wailed, felt my body rattle with grief much like the vibration heard in the throat of death. Grief haunts my bones like a hungry ghost. It's insatiable, like rot it eats what little is left. I should be long gone- mere bones at best yet I swear he visits me time and time again. I feel his breath on my sternum, fingers laced in my ribs. It happens every time I get a flash of him.

I was merely trying my best to make something of my borrowed time and then I saw the seats we'd sit at. The single small table all the way in the back, far away from everyone in the busy mall cause he couldn't stand being seen. Too many people, He'd say to me holding my hand far to hard as if he let go I'd drown within thoses others. I didn't mind, it took a lot for him to be there. So we'd sit in those two small chairs, eating whatever was found in the small cafeteria. He'd never eat much himself much more content to watch me. We'd talk- or I'd talk and he'd listen. I'd talk about anything doing my best to ignore how I didn't know where to rest my arms do to the bruises turning black under my cloths. How no way I sat it hurt something he did to me. The cost it paid to have him here with me. For him to look at me with those soft eyes to comment how I ate like a little rabbit, small careful bites, how he simply could watch me all day. In my memory I try my best to forget, to forget what happened next. That part where all the others got too over welling for him, how he snapped at me, dragged me back home. How dare I asked this of him? A date out there?! How shallow was I? How he could flip so quickly to a cruelty hard to describe and then when the wrath had settled my death rattling cries filled the silent air. I'm trying to be quiet but he hears me, he comes to hold me in his arms on the cold hard floor. His voice is soft again tells me I'm beautiful. He tells me his sorry, he didn't mean to, it just got out of hand. He didn't know what to do. Yet, yet, through his apologies when he dries my tears he tells me in batted breath. I never look more beautiful till my cheeks were wet with tears and he wonders again how much more beautiful it might be if I was dead.

In death he'll keep me. In death there is no more tears. No more wails. No more times would he hurt me on accident. No more others to get in the way. It would be perfect then.

I stand now breathing despite him. I realize I stopped replying to her when she shifts to smile at me. We are at the mall, a date. I'm trying to move on. She is holding my hand as we walk through the cafeteria and I realize- once the two small chairs are out of view. It's his birthday today.

He's gone. Its been half a decade. I'm no longer the person he knew. That person died with him, just as he wished them to. He isn't coming back. Merely the face I put to the hungery decay called grief. I write stories to try and move on. To prosses what happened. Make it mystical, fill it with something fun and excitting to make it easier to swallow. To write an story where I get closure. I know no matter how many times I change my name I am still the dead thing he made. And like the necrophiliac he was, his ghost visit my bones time and time again and I can't help but let him. I love him and all the things in this life that reminds me of him. I can't help that. It simply is.

I want to live again, to grow into flowers, something green. His ghost doesn't let me. A sadist at heart, he isn't that kind. No, he'll visit to pick the fragments out from the dirt. He can't bare to let me rot. I'm behind glass, watching my life go on without me. I'm stuck in a glass coffin with him in the dark. Yet he isn't here at all. No- I just feel him but I'm left here. It's only me. Lost in the dark. Lost in my grief.

Hardly remembering who's death I'm grieving at all. His or mine?

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withtaintedblood replied to your post “Hungery for. Boneless saix content.”

(( I guess this will just have to do: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkC1_GtyhmQ&t=126s ))

thats horrific i love it

[wavetapper]

good thing i like one of the most popular aesthetics so im never starved for content for my hungery queue

[tvmblrsillyman]

I dunno if you got an ask about this already or something but...if you're getting into 2001 there's four books (2001,2010,2061,3001) and also the 2010 movie is Crap compared to the book which is also my fav one and sorry if you know this already but! Yeah.....Odyssey Two > The Year We Make Contact

ah yeah i kinda figured the book would be better than the movie?? it felt a little underwhelming compared to the first film but i wouldnt know and im mostly Just Hungery For More Hal Content. either way though i heard abt there being four books in the series and i might actually consider reading it soon if i can?? i might possibly just find of of those audio books and listen through that maybe.