#Hungry for MORE

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Hungry for More

Artist: Bastien L. Deharme TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[roadkillgrlf]

i’m seriously not iron deficient, i just really need to consume you. i need to taste you. i want to lap up your blood. i need to eat your heart out.

[amethystunarmed]

find the word!

I was tagged by @marypsue and honestly I have been so excited to do it! The words Mary gave me are sharp, take, moon, pile, and dream. I have to see if they show up in any of my WIPs, and then post the snippet they appear in if they do. I actually managed to find all of them, and was able to show five different WIPs which is fun! So without further ado, here are the snippets!

sharp

Here is a snippet from the sequel to my Nibbly Prophet Mark Chasity AU, Hungry for More, all from Grace's POV:

The figures pull apart when she walks in. They were close, clearly having a private conversation she was not supposed to interrupt. Her dad is panting, his cheeks a vivid red. Were they arguing? Oh, heck, Grace hopes she didn't interrupt something important. Dad turns, and she can see the moment she registers who she is. He smiles, automatically and effortlessly, but his brow furrows. “Grace!” He greets, voice still breathy from the argument, “Give me one moment, dearheart, and I-” “Now, now, Mark,” the other man drawls. “Aren't you going to introduce me?” Her dad glares at him, sharper than she's used to. Her dad has never really gotten mad at her or Mom, praying with them when other, lesser men would yell or snap. It's odd, seeing this temper on her father, even more alien than the lace and makeup and heels.

take

From an original work that @little-engineer-who-cant and I are working on about Fae Courts. The Winter King, Magnus, realizes just how dangerous his visitors from the Summer Court are.

Shade hurls himself at Magnus, practically gliding across the room as though he is not rolling over a bed and across a distance of six feet. Every movement is fluid, easy, with no unnecessary effort made. A knife as long as his forearm appears in a flash from beneath his robes, and slices through the air at Magnus’s throat. He barely manages to catch it with the tips of his claws, and even then, he can tell Shade has enough strength that holding it is going to be a challenge. The worst though, is the presence in his mind. The moment Shade’s arm pressed against his collarbone, a wave of will crashed into his mind, demanding he submit. The force of it nearly staggers him, and he grits his teeth with the effort it takes to stay upright. Magnus had been honestly disappointed when he had met Shade. The supposed best assassin in the realm had appeared to be no more than a lap dog to a stagnant ruler who had no idea exactly what he had stumbled across. He figured Nightshade of the Unseelie Court was a distant memory, declawed by Aziz or tortured into a shell of his former self. However, Magnus realizes this snarling beauty pinning him to a wall, with bared teeth and slitted pupils, putting enough strength behind his blade to sever his head from his body, is Nightshade. And that Aziz hasn’t destroyed him, or even tamed him. He has done something far more dangerous. He has earned his loyalty.

moon

This snippet comes from another Hatchetfield fic, set during Ted's tenure at Abstinence Camp, and my personal theory as to how he survived angering Lumber Axe.

The thing giggles again. It takes Ted's chin between its... Fingers? Hooves? The more he thinks about it, the more it makes his head hurt. "I do so love your fear, Teddy Bear. It almost makes me want to just keep you like this forever!" A golden box shines out of the darkness. Behind it, Ted can see a hulking, fuzzy figure, nearly as tall as Lumber Axe. He wants to get a better look but the box... He can't look away from the box. It shifts and changes as he looks at it, endlessly spiraling fractals of interchanging squares and Ted holds out his hand to grab it, stretching himself forward, desperate and- The light extinguishes. Ted falls back, panting. The moon is in a completely new position, far across the sky. The wind blows again, but in a different direction from when Ted had first begun his run for his life. It is far colder, the backend of the evening chill soaking though the ground. It is not the reason Ted shivers. “Not yet, I think,” it says, almost like an afterthought. “We still have so much time left.”

pile

This is from the yet to be named part 4 of the Would You Like to Add Another Member to Your Party? series, where we get to see what Nancy thinks of Steve joining the Hellfire Club

It happens a week after Eddie invites Steve to the Hellfire table. Eddie is just trying to get his social studies notebook from where it is buried under the piles of loose homework in his locker, when Nancy Wheeler slams his locker door shut. "What are your intentions with Steve?" "Jesus Christ Wheeler!" It takes all of Eddie's willpower to keep his volume normal. "Way to sneak up on a guy!” He grasps at his chest, trying to convince his heartbeat to slow down. It won't though, not in the wake of what she'd asked him. She knows she knows she knows she knows.

dream

This is from a sequel (like, way down the line in the series) to Somebody's Gotta Do It, the first fic in my series where Ted and Duke work to get Peter into Ted's custody (and maybe fall in

“Dude, was he not like, a total superhero when he came and got you?” Max asks. Peter thinks back to the night. To be honest, he just remembers being upset. Upset at Ted for butting in. Upset at his parents for giving him up. Upset at the universe giving him diabetes and fucking up his whole life. He thinks he made it to the porch before he totally broke down. And, even though Peter was fucking pissed at him, Duke had wrapped an arm around him, it had all felt like it was going to be okay. “Yeah, I guess.” “Right!” Max exclaims, “I'd never seen anyone stand up to my dad like that! I thought he was gonna deck him, it was amazing.” Max sighs, staring dreamily at the ceiling. “He's a total DILF.” Peter chokes on his hot chocolate.

The words are a giving are growl, still, anxious, shadow, and purple.

I am going to tag (with absolutely zero pressure) @little-engineer-who-cant @snarky-wallflower @pawpunkao3 @aether-wasteland-s @tapestryoftrauma @nabwastaken @midnightnautilus and YOU (you know, if you want)

[forexmastertrader]

Анализ на представянето и перспективите пред Domino’s (DPZ)

Анализ на представянето и перспективите пред Domino’s (DPZ) В забързания свят на бързото хранене, някои компании успяват не просто да оцелеят, но и да процъфтяват, изграждайки стабилни основи за бъдещ растеж. Една такава компания демонстрира устойчивост и иновативност през изминалата година, затвърждавайки лидерската си позиция на пазара. Domino’s (DPZ) е голям американски бранд за пици и отчете…

[smilingg-saturnn]

a sinking feeling

i sink my teeth into my palm itchy, itchy, itchy my dry skin like sand paper against my tongue the texture akin to jerky i sink my teeth into my tattoo bitter, bitter, bitter is this what pen ink tastes like? the blood that drips down my chin is black, viscous i sink my teeth into nothing click, click, click my lip is chewed raw stomach still twinging as i writhe

[cassmouse]

NEW CHLOE MORIONDO TODAY AND I AM CLAWING AT MY CAGE OH MY GOD

Absolutely ecstatic. Listened to it on loop this morning

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

i was laughing so hard drawing this

[clumsypuppy]

this has been plaguing my mind for days

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[z13lovebot]

Haven't posted in a while have some duos

[shroomerr]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BOY EVER, KENNY MCCORMICK!!!!!! my favorite little guy,,, i hope he gets all of the kfc he desires for his special day

[amethystunarmed]

Just read your mark chasity as the nibbly prophet fiction and I think it altered my brain chemistry

!!!!! Omg thank you!!! This is so kind! I love that fic. I have a few more things outlined for it and I still plan to return to it someday!

[slumpsnail]

He must consume another artifact. And soon!

[lolottes]

dc x dp corpse ua

The bats find several identical teenage corpses and panic

Corpses also match the new student at Gotham Academy

So they decide to put a subcutaneous tracker on "Danny" as a perfectly reasonable means of investigation *cough cough*

That same evening, they follow the tracker's signal to find a new corpse.

In the morning, the new student, Danny, acts normally as if nothing happened.

[battiegutz]

tryna figure out how i wanna draw these little freaks.. rattles them around