#andrei post

[goddidntdothis]

PATHOLOGIC RAREPAIR MASTERPOST PT. I

[obscurecrows]

21~22. Before and after.

[mortifying-macaroni]

[falindankovsky]

Probably Last patho post for awhile enjoy….need to go grab some milk just gonna take a second

[petrsswevery]

threefold bullet but i kill myself

[gomzdrawfr]

August Doodle requests for my supporters! :p

((fyi they also wanted my oc as a cookie! so that's Raven in the middle :3))

this next one's based on the AU they've been working on, link here!! they draw cool shtuff ;D

some oc stuff too!

kofi membership link

[madcat-world]

Jusant concepts (4 of 17) - Andrey Surnov

[couhaya]

furry patho men shotgunning smoke in a friendly way? sign me up! textless ver. is under the cut

[meirimerens]

bullets

[gretchen-grim]

Thinking about Tzimisce cock on the clock

[nekrosmos]

CW: Omegaverse, Makanolan, Dominant Omega Makarov, submissive Alpha Nolan, animal death, 18+

I'm having thoughts about omegaverse and how those animalistic dynamics would maybe sometimes show themselves even outside sexual dynamics.

Especially with Makanolan.

Makarov and Nolan going on a little retreat, somewhere cold, somewhere isolated, where they know they will find good game. They want a break, a moment to gather themselves, be together, test themselves as well, especially if they happen to be recently bonded. They do not bring food, they will have to fend for themselves. It's almost a game, Makarov wants to see how Nolan does, he wants to see him hunt with him, for him.

The moment the hunt starts, the moment they see that lonesome deer, they know that the hunt is on, and something switches inside their brains.

They move in the snow, carefully, a steady pace as they flank the animal, knives in hands, eye on the other as they approach it. They are slow, meticulous, they can feel the adrenaline pumping in their veins, and Nolan can see, even from a distance, the animalistic hunger in Makarov's eyes.

When the creature realizes that it's surrounded, it is too late, and Nolan plunges his knife into its neck, killing it swiftly as bright red blood stains the snow. He breathes hard, the adrenaline making his hand tremble, the satisfaction of a good kill spreading through him like the bliss of an orgasm. And then he smells it, the iron scent of fresh blood and meat, and his body demands it, craves it.

And so Nolan takes out his knife from the animal's neck and goes to bring it to his lips, only to be tackled to the ground by a feral looking Makarov. Nolan's fall is cushioned by the snow, but he knows Makarov would not have been any gentler had the ground been concrete. The omega looks at him so sternly with his dark eyes, snarling as he pins the alpha down. Of course, the dominant requires the first bite.

Nolan submits wholeheartedly, offering his neck to the hungry omega, spreading his legs under him as a sign of submission. Makarov scents him, briefly, his hot breath almost unbearable against the cold skin of his neck, before retreating. Nolan doesn't move, still, very much aware that he didn't get his dominant omega's approval yet.

When Makarov comes back to him with fresh blood spread around his lips, and a piece of hot, fresh meet in his teeth, Nolan knows what to do. He opens his mouth, awaiting the gift. They both tear into the flesh, each grabbing a piece and chewing it, the taste of it so delicious on their tongue, like the sweetest reward for two hunters in their prime. He swallows it, licking the blood off of his lips, until Makarov offers him his, a firm and dominant kiss joining them for a moment.

Once the meal has been shared, they will make camp, and soon after, Nolan will take Makarov and knot him. With a belly full of a fresh kill and the adrenaline of the hunt wearing off, the omega will be calmer, more receptive, and they will mate several times during the night, before bringing their kill to the cabin the next day and enjoying its meat many more times as they enjoy each other's company, the scent of their mating soon filling up the cabin.

[kentjohnson91]

Got Bored So I Made Memes Again🤷

[mortifying-macaroni]

GrAndrei meme dump

[falindankovsky]

Back with the patho text posts :)

[laswells-ashtray]

The threat of Vladimir Makarov planting a bullet between his eyes isn't upsetting because Andrei fears death. It isn't distressing because he's spent time under the man, getting to know every little mark or scar that paints his skin.

The threat devastates him because it's impersonal. Any man could plant a bullet between his eyes; it's a fitting death for a stranger.

He craves the wild look in Makarov's eye as he plunges a blade deep in his chest. He yearns for the warmth that weeps from his chest as his blood spills across the other man's hands.

His chest tightens at the very thought of the man he'd spent many a night under, leaning over his body, thighs bracketing his hips as he maims the hollowed shell of a man below him.

He desires fingers that thrust into his chest wound, curling into flesh and tearing a scream from his throat only to be silenced as he watches the cannibalistic frenzy of Vladimir Makarov sucking his blood clean off of his fingers.

The thought awakens a hunger in him, a lust he never knew himself to be capable of. To smile up at the man who had taken his life without remorse and feel his loyalty pool on the floor around him, coloured crimson. His devotion crusted rust coloured in the texture of his skin that would rot away as his carcass is thrown to the wild.

Awarded the honour of being the man that Vladimir Makarov had bled dry.

[maximura]

Best Friends: Daniil Medvedev and Andrey Rublev