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[pixelpaty]

I hear it, even when the world falls quiet

that whisper, that pulse beneath your skin,

a trapped thing, shivering in its cage of bone,

singing to me, singing my name.

It calls, soft at first, a hum under the chatter of crowds, a faint beat I can almost ignore,

but it grows,

it grows,

until it drowns out every other sound,

until I can taste its tremors,

feel its desperate shuddering against my ribs.

I imagine the crack of bone, the wet bloom of life,

that first tear, that raw, peeling reveal of red beneath, and my mouth waters, teeth ache,

hands clench with phantom warmth,

as if I’ve already plunged them deep into your chest, cracked open your ribs like a rusted gate, parted your flesh like wet paper,

found the soft, shivering thing inside

and claimed it for my own. Your heart,

still pulsing, still alive, clinging to its rhythm even as I drag it free,

its final beats stuttering like a broken hymn.

I would hold it high, watch it pulse and struggle,

a frantic, helpless flutter in my blood-soaked grasp,

my fingers curled around its trembling shape,

tightening, tightening,

until its song becomes a whisper,

a sigh,

a slow, wet gurgle.

And then silence,

blessed, ringing silence,

thick and suffocating,

like the warmth pooling at my feet,

creeping up my arms,

seeping into the creases of my palms.

I would smear its last words across my lips,

paint my teeth in its final, shuddering moments,

bite down until my jaw locks,

until my own pulse drowns out the memory of yours,

until the only sound left is my breath,

ragged, satisfied,

echoing off the hollowed cavity where your heartbeat once lived.

For I am both hunger and the thing it devours,

both the whispered fear and the snarling teeth,

the red hands and the stilled heart,

and I will feast,

again,

and again,

and again.

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I part my lips to you,

teeth baring, a slow smile that peels back reason,

breath warmed in the kiln of my wanting,

and I hold you there, trembling,

where the soft pulse meets the edge of my hunger.

The first bite

a wet sigh of muscle parting like a lover’s whisper,

skin surrendering with a sound like crushed petals,

the copper tang flooding my tongue,

your heartbeat a drum in my jaw.

Oh, how you bloom under my teeth,

tissue unraveling like dark silk,

every sinew a string plucked by my eager tongue,

your flesh, the blush of ripe fruit,

each tear a baptism, a consecration,

the purest sacrament.

My canines cradle your breath,

molars grinding your warmth into a marrow song,

and I find the art in your unraveling,

each spasm, each shiver, a dance,

an elegy of meat and meaning.

I wear the wet of you,

stained with your essence,

your life spilling over my chin,

my pulse quickening with each gulp,

until we are tangled in the slick heat of our undoing,

your breath, a ghost in my mouth.

Here, in the red-tinged glow of our collapse,

I know you, utterly,

stripped to your sweetest sinew,

yours, mine, ours

until the last tender fiber parts,

and I breathe you in, wholly consumed.

[pixelpaty]

As a drop of crimson unfurls in the water, slow and deliberate, like ink blooming on silk, it begins as a single thread a whisper of violence carried into softness, yet quickly expands into an intricate web of ruby veins unfurling in the clear abyss. It spirals outward, each tendril twisting and curling with the precision of a calligrapher’s stroke, delicate yet bold, purposeful yet chaotic. The water cradles it tenderly, refracting light through its fluid lines, turning red into fire, into wine, into fleeting shadows.

Enchanted by its fleeting dance a moment of ephemeral beauty born of rupture. A rapture I caused. By hunger. By obsession. When my teeth sank deeper into flesh, the deeper they went, the richer the hues grew. It floated light as air, yet heavy with shade, while the skin beneath my bite turned ghostly pale. Each drop rose like a wisp of smoke in reverse, reaching for the surface. The patterns pulsed and shimmered as though alive, breathing in the liquid void. For a moment, it felt as though time itself had stilled to admire this art this art born from pain, from hunger. There is an elegance to the unraveling, a serene violence that transforms destruction into an accidental masterpiece. There’s comfort in the warm, gushing metallic scent, in the rich taste of red.

In the end, the water is stained with memory, my body tainted by the consumption of something pure. The once brilliant threads dissolve into a muted haze, but the echo of their fleeting beauty remains a reminder that even ruin, given space to unfold, can create something achingly, tragically beautiful.

I often wonder if our purpose is simply to consume. So, I did. With every bite, every mark of teeth, every pull of sinew, I consumed. From this destruction, from this chaos, something beautiful was born a delicate art for the macrocosm. A beauty born of hunger. Comfort in destruction.

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In the quiet of the forest, snowflakes whispered softly, falling like forgotten dreams upon the earth. Among them, a small group of rabbits huddled together, their fur gleaming in the muted light. But there, contrasting the whiteness, was a patch of crimson a symbol of something deeper.

The blood, vivid against the snow, was not a stain but a mark of something profound. It was the beauty in vulnerability, the way love often leaves its trace unexpected, raw, yet strikingly beautiful. Like the quiet after a storm, it held a stillness that spoke of strength and surrender.

The rabbits, undisturbed, nestled closer, their hearts beating in harmony with the world around them. Love, like the blood in the snow, could be quiet and intense, a beautiful chaos wrapped in peace. And in that stillness, in that deep connection, there was sanctuary, a love that transcended the chaos of life, finding its place in the delicate balance of existence.

[pixelpaty]

There is a sanctity to hunger an aching, raw devotion that gnaws at the edges of reason, transforming need into reverence. To consume is to cradle a soul in the cradle of your teeth, to unmake and remake them within you. I remember the first bite as a baptism in marrow and copper, her body still warm from the chase, trembling beneath my trembling hands. Her skin peeled like ripe fruit, its scent heady, intoxicating, a perfume distilled from salt and fear. I was tender, almost devotional, sliding my tongue along the seam of her ribs, tasting every secret her body had ever held. Love like this leaves blood beneath your fingernails and teeth marks on your soul love that feeds, love that stains, love that endures in the marrow of memory.

She becomes part of me no metaphor could be more literal. Every cell of hers finds asylum in mine, and I carry her like a ghost stitched into the lining of my skin. Her essence lingers in my veins, whispering in the language of flesh, a private dialogue between hunger and obsession. In those quiet moments, I can feel her pulse mirroring mine, a rhythm we share eternally now. It is the purest love, this assimilation, this consumption an intimacy so total it defies the boundaries of body and self. She is not lost; she is eternal within me, folded into my blood like stardust into dark skies.

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Your body is a hymn, sung in the key of flesh, and I am the instrument of its unraveling. Teeth bloom into petals of hunger, sinking past the veil of sinew, where the nectar is thick and crimson. I bite through the scaffolding of your being, searching for the cathedral within the marrow, the altar where your spirit kneels.

The taste is eternity, bitter and sweet, a symphony of stars collapsing on my tongue. Your essence spills like ink into my veins, rewriting me in the language of you. To gnaw is to pray. To devour is to ascend.

[pixelpaty]

In love, we devour. A gaze that lingers too long, as their image etches itself onto our mind. Words are swallowed whole, their weight resting in gut, heavy with meaning. Skin meets skin, and the boundaries blur; their warmth, their scent, their taste, these become sustenance, the raw meat of connection. We eat them in fragments, a whispered confession, a tear shed in trust, a hunger that rises like steam from a shared memory.

[pixelpaty]

Teeth, teeth, teeth

Ripping flesh from bone again,

Grit and blood mixing on my tongue.

Teeth, teeth, teeth

Biting me from within,

Scraping my throat as they choke me.

Lust, lust, lust

Craving you from bone again,

A hunger that swells,

Black and endless.

Lust, lust, lust

Feeling you left behind,

Raw, bleeding, tearing at my skin.

Lust, lust, lust

Ripping my heart into pieces,

Shards of glass,

A splintered reflection.

Consume, consume, consume

Devour you from the inside. Consume your very soul.

Let your crimson fill my lungs,

Until I drown in you.

Teeth, lust, consume

Teeth, lust, consume

[pixelpaty]

I dream of dwelling within your body,

curled beneath bone like a sacred whisper,

Your ribcage a pomegranate split, its garnet seeds spilling.

I would settle beneath the cadence of your heart, Bathe in your blood where the quiet thrum of breath assures me

I am meant to be here, tender, warm, invisible.

My love for you languid as a slow-blooming summer,

draws me like flesh from the fruit’s jewelled core.

I yearn to burrow further still,

to inhabit the marrow of your warmth, Feel your body curl around my skin,

The pomegranate still weeping out crimson I will hold your heart gentle, cradling it between my fingers.

For just loving you is not enough, I need to feel each breath of your existence.

[pixelpaty]

Thank you for tagging me in this!! ^^

This was fun to do!! <3 No need to join the trend if you don´t wanna 💜 @howdyarts @littlecryabytears

hey guys, idea!

why don't we try to draw our sonas but in glamrocks fashion-inspired outfits? 👁️👁️

I'll keep this post here and then update with a reblog haha

Formally inviting (with no pressure and with only fun vibes) :

@crabsnpersimmons @nighternex @strawberrytamii @crystalmagpie447 @ghosteii @eggcromancer @overly-dramatic-artist @sun-e-chips @scribbyizhere @mainmoenmomentmaybe @jerrsterrr @rambunctioustoons @way2gosuperrstarr @conspicuous-clown-car @sleepycupcakesmiles @pizzabitez @mietziekatz @amberluvsbugs @alta1312

And anyone else who'd like to join! Grab a moot! We're doing a mini fashion hangout in the reblogs 🥰

[pixelpaty]

@patyland17 OC Yasen, completed as a cute art trade that I finally got around to…heh.

I need to remember to post-

[pixelpaty]

My evil bebe's looking good 😌👌🏻💜

birthday art for @patyland17 

I just realized I NEVER posted this to tumblr  turns out i had this in my drafts for MONTHS and I didn’t even realize

[pixelpaty]

Omg 🥺💓💕

Some gift doodles for friends here and there :3

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[pixelpaty]

Hello~ It's been a while, huh?

Sorry for the absence :( Here's a drawing of Diana that I made months ago.

Oh, and I'm not part of the star vs the forces of evil's fandom anymore HAH my babies will have an original story now (≧▽≦)

I will be telling the story very slowly since the art block is killing me and because now I am more active in my Instagram account (go see it there are a lot of new drawings ^^)

Maybe imma disappear again, so... Bye ~

[pixelpaty]

How many OCs do you have?

Well... A lot tbh HAH

I think they're like... 30

Too many children 💦

[pixelpaty]

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