#tw bite

[someweirdoreblogger]

Burning Spice Cookie's victory lights up Earthbread in a passionate ring of fire; a festival of firework and chaotic combustion. An immortal blaze of glory in a forest of ashen salt and sugar. He cackles arrogance, like a child, while Golden Cheese Cookie can only accept she's far too weak to protect the laat piece of her sealed heart, jamless and soaked in grief.

The audcity of this forsaked monster frightens just as much as it astonishes her. He erased her history, ripped her wings in bloody triumph, and burnt to crisps her determination and ambitions. Yet still, he further taunts her by dancing on the grave of her people, steals from her the sorrowful peace and seldom.

Even then, and now still, Burning Spice Cookie mocks her uselessness by claiming her most prized treasure-

You.

"Don’t dull so soon, prisoner o' mine, the fun has only just begun! Our guest of honor just arrived!"

Just when Golden Cheese Cookie thinks her most prized possession is safe and sound in the hands of her trusted comrades, He comes forth and steals.

"Can't you look at her? Is it that hard to witness her failure to protect what used to be hers?"

He never stops laughing at those below his feet, below his heavenly pedestal as a Herald of Change.

"Aren't you curious as to what it looks like to lose everything you devoted your entire existence to preserve, only to lose it all to the tides of change?"

Burning Spice Cookie awaits no response from the golden Queen of a broken era. Burning Spice Cookie is a relentless, gluttonous beast. Peeling her treasure apart, layer by layer, the Beast of Destruction tastes the delicious flavor of potent fear on his sharp tongue.

The lion cornered the gazelle, claws ready to tear into the hide of its chosen prey. The viper coils around the vitals of a rodent in a tightening spring of force and pressure.

A hearty growl escapes him in a quake of control and power. Wicked heat, pleasure follows the frozen goosebumps he leaves in the wake of a curious, hungry mouth on you.

Pure delight ignites his heart and spirit. He effortlessly holds a truly lively prey in his countless arms at the mercy of his will. The gleeful flames in his eyes danced in a mindless drove of thrill and focus. Gold teeth will graze your crust, his laughter infectious as his lips abandon your bare flesh, flaunting you upon his infernal throne like you were merely a thing to gloat about.

A sharp claw teases the chain secured around your neck, and an opposing stray cuffed hand slowly tangles a piece of your hair, twisting and twirling.

Another naked palm holds your head in place, completely at his mercy. Hot coals sizzle, a raging-hot burst of passion scorches the timidity, vulnerability will be punished, his power shall warn you.

His digits diligently drag a mockery of a comforting stroke underneath your chin, caressing careful line after line. While yet another eager hand doodles countless shapes on your opposite hip, curious as one could be.

Thick fingers dwarf your size, squeezing and prying like thorns, threatening to mark their symbol into your dough, no space for doubt whilst in favor of Burning Spice Cookie.

[hvcklebury]

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 oc

[lunarfeat21]

Y/N NO!!! DON’T LET THEM GET YOU!! THEY’RE GONNA TURN YOU INTO A BOAT!!! Y/N!!! Y/N NOOOOO

Anon, I deeply apologize for the long delay to answer. Hopefully this will make up loss time.

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*bangs on invisible window* Y/N! LOOK BEHIND YOU- NOOOOO!

(The bite of 1920s, colorised)

Definitely we don’t see the future… yeah, not the future from now on lol

(Incoming long story)

A long, agonizingly, piercing sound of a scream was heard amongst the chaos, which made the vicinity of the port silent as the grave. Two needle-like objects punctured through the skin and into the muscles of your right arm, the pain is sudden and getting worse as something coursed in your veins.

You tried to move your left arm, but you quickly realized your left was pinned down, by another arm. In fact, your entire body is pinned down, by another person you never seen before.

Through your tear-riddled stinging eyes, you can make out the shape of the person, and by judging the angle, it seem they were leaning towards you... and... and they were biting you!

You feebly shook to get the person off, but apparently it made them bit harder than before, you winced and loudly whimpered in pain as they shifted their weight before settling down.

They felt heavy, but they look taller yet a bit thin. Your vision started to clear up and you saw the person a bit better.

At first you weren't sure of who you were seeing, but the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach intensified the longer you stare.

The person appears to be a teen boy, had blackish hair, tan skin with rosy cheeks, and had dark brown eyes. He wore the same black-white work overalls like you, had a navy blue cap encrusted with an eagle.

You instantly grew uncomfortable at this stranger, mainly on his estranged behavior as those brown eyes and face bore a wild expression that screams unhinged.

Through the confusion and uncertainty, a small twinge of curiosity tugged your brain.

‘Why did this person reminds me of someone I know?’ your mind now speaks of itself ‘They awfully look familiar, mainly the cap just like Ten Cents- wait, Ten Cents!

You glanced at the tug’s face, only for your blood turned cold when you saw that there is no face… only a wheelhouse with windows.

Fear gripped its icy clawed grasp as your throat begin to close and the bile builds up, and the pain from your arm resurges as the stranger begins to speak.

Through their muffled mouth, the voice is undeniably Ten Cents’.

“Thought you could escape, Y/N?” He spoke sickly sweet as his grin grew larger than before.

Your stomach lurched as the voices of the fleet grew louder… your sight fleeting into darkness… as your consciousness is fleeting too…

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Here, have upclose cupcake as compensation. ^^

[truths33k3r4]

Indie TMNT - Comic Dub - Episode 32

EPISODE 32 of Indie TMNT is UP!!!

CONTENT WARNING! PANIC, BLOOD, AND WOUNDS!

This was seriously one of my favorite episodes to edit- there was so much going on and I needed to find a lot of sound effects, but things just fell into place so smoothly! :) VERY excited to record and make the next episode~

All credit for the writing and illustrations goes to @indieyuugure , while I played the Voice Talents and edited. Epidemic Sound covered the music and sound effects. :)

Hope you enjoy watching! Feel free to share and reblog!

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

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[georgianaortiz]

closed starter | @cantfightmoonlight (Meena)

A brief but teary eyed reunion was shared between two, old friends after Gia freed herself from the closest by kicking down the door. The scene before her one the vampire would not soon forget. A makeshift lab. The details of which she took in with keen observation before, reluctantly, agreeing with Saleem that Meena should be taken to his home. The manor was in disarray, and no place for the clan leader to recover. A matter Gia would handle by hiring a cleaning crew.

It would be a few hours before Gia joined them and other members of the clan who had gathered at Saleem's. In her company were several bags of clothing and other comforts to ease Meena's suffering. Which included pain medication the vampire had swiped from the hospital after bringing Dhruv in.

"Salut, hermana." A greeting from which the weight of her thoughts were, respectfully, withheld. Personally aware of how horrendously painful werewolf bites were, Gia committed herself to light conversation unless otherwise led. Though no mark on Meena's visible body went unnoticed. A tally the younger immortal kept for when vengeance had its time. "Creature comforts. Clean clothes, a brush," She explained of the supplies. "..and drugs. Should you wish to take the edge off."

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Okay so I've had these for like, two days now, but they've gotten more vibrant and noticeable as I just realized them waking up this morning

I have- two BITE MARKS in my finger????

[abnormalether]

TW: SNAKE BITE, suggestive pose

Drew some new art of someone's Sona (with their permission ofc) and I low-key liked how it turned out!

[serickswrites]

What’s the Bad News?

Warnings: escape, infection, bite, blood, wounds

“Caretaker,” Whumpee said softly as they trudged along behind Caretaker through the wilderness. They were tired. It was dark. The two of them had been walking for what felt like days. 

And that was after everything that had happened with Whumper. Days of pain. Days of fear. Days of so many things Whumpee did not care to remember. 

“Yes Whumpee?” Caretaker stopped their march forward to turn and face Whumpee. 

“I’ve got some good news and I’ve got some bad news.” Whumpee stopped walking, their aching body welcome the brief rest. They could feel a fine tremor beginning to start in their limbs. 

“Uhhhh, good news first please. I could use some goodness today.” 

Whumpee gave a wan smile and nodded. They both needed some good news. “I....I think after this I’ll have no problems going on those mental health walks you told me I needed to start doing.”

Caretaker laughed. “I am so glad that this is what you take out of this.”

Whumpee giggled. “Yeah, me too.” Whumpee could feel their legs begin to turn to jelly where they stood. They just needed to lean against a tree. Maybe sit a moment. 

Whumpee stumbled towards the nearest tree. They sighed with relief that they didn’t fall over. They didn’t want to alarm Caretaker. Things were not good. But not dire. 

“What’s the bad news, Whumpee?” Caretaker’s voice was wary, all traces of humor gone. 

“Well,” Whumpee gave a little giggle again, “I....I...I think the bite’s infected.”

Right before Caretaker had broken free, Whumper had bit Whumpee’s shoulder. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood and tear flesh. Whumpee couldn’t believe Whumper had bit them. Couldn’t believe they would bite that hard. They didn’t let Caretaker see how bad the wound was. They had been more concerned about getting free, thinking that their journey home would be quick. They had no idea that they were stranded in the middle of nowhere. 

The wound had freely bled a long time. Whumpee had kept it covered, covertly changing the bandages as often as they could. But still, that did not stop the infection from setting in. Didn’t stop the pain. Didn’t stop the overwhelming fatigue and weakness from overtaking Whumpee. 

“How bad, Whumpee?” Caretaker started forward as Whumpee began to slide down the trunk of the tree. 

“B-B-Bad,” Whumpee whispered through their chattering teeth. Perhaps they should have let Caretaker look after all. 

[largesunglasses]

If you would have told 6 year old me that 36 year old me would be stressed about dog treats coming in on time for two dogs for easter I would never believe you.

The first house we lived in had a neighbor who would just let their dog out. No leash no fence no recall training (idk if that's really a thing). Normally I'd be out playing on my playground and the dog would come running into the yard and would legit go to the bathroom on the slide. Twice I didn't get up to the top of the playground in time and it bit me. The first time wasn't bad and my parents told them they needed to stop letting their dog run in our yard. The second time was not great and we were moving in less than a week. I spent most of my life terrified of dogs. To the point that as a 25 year old I once ran into the back room at work because someone brought a dog into the store and I couldn't just hide at the cash wrap counter. When Pauly came along I was not happy. We worked through my fears and her biting phase(is that a thing all puppies do?) and now we are cool. Even when lil L came along the anxiety started again but she was smaller when they got her and I held her more as a puppy so I felt more of a connection earlier on. Now I'm 36 tracking the dog treats I got in hopes that they get here tomorrow so I can give them their Easter gift.

[someweirdoreblogger]

A gift, lent as a succulent stroke of intimate teeth. Some pierce you like needles, others gentle as a summer breeze. Under your flushed skin, through ravaged clothes and wrinkled sheets; a reddening irritation. Personal, physical remembrance.

God's indulgence is an honor of the highest bidder, a once-in-a-lifetime blessing amongst mere mortals. Addicts crave it, fools reject it, and you welcome it.

Bitter but serving, defiant yet devoted, loving though possessive. How the gods above, below, and in between love no means are equal. The higher Pantheons have never been so considerably consistent.

Their spirits burn for you, suffocating. Breathtaking. The race doesn't stop until someone reaches the finish line, Heaven itself can throw their stones but will all sunk into the deafening weight of the pond.

Although the masters of their craft hide their deeper yearning behind carefully molded masks, their silk-touched mouths burn hotter than any existing blaze on Earth. No surface safe from their tongues. Scorching, seething, bubbling a forbidden desire in your nerves. Licked off your fingers, suckling on your nibbled nape.

Encarved in the binding form of a mark on willing flesh, you become God's ambrosia.

From Poseidon, Hades, Buddha and Loki.

Poseidon bites to infectiously possess you.

To ruin you, claim you, punish you.

Cure the strange urge you somehow awakened within the beast, the Kraken is never easily tamed, no dark calamity of the sea is.

While it's usually more content with ripping out your throat, Poseidon finds himself far more fond of another idea. The idea of owning who he deems belongs to him, showing you just how "affectionate" a god of his caliber can truly get. Your skin will suffer punishment personally, you should be honored, no one in this realm can say they survived a night with Poseidon.

How dare you drag him as lowly as this? Make him ache an uncanny emotion?

Like he "actually" needs you. A true god is a supreme being, the gods hold their thrones and the mortals are squished under the pillars. Gods need no supporters, hold no desire for one to long for.

Yet...

Here with you underneath him as are all living things, he is carving you like a shitty ball of candy, irritating his flawless skin like an unbearable itch.

Prepure yourself, Poseidon is a world ending flood of narcissism far from kind. And now that you devote yourself to his kingdom, no other God will answer your prayers, none then how Poseidon sees fit.

The godly embodiment of perfection, the divine empty shell of the seven seas, will raze the very world as you know it to the bottom of the ocean. To secure the siren's gaze of the one person he ever looked directly in the eye, ruthlessness is just another day.

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Hades bites you to sate deep, lonely longing.

Savoring the pomegranate. He claims your skin, one of a kind, valuable yet vulnerable-gloriously ravaging it for all its blood and seed. To Hades, the journey is the destination.

For the tart that will fuel his senses for ages to pass, haunt his dreams for centuries without rest, Hades takes you. His blissful offering. Teeth buried in your too clean neck like they always belonged there, sucking veins and lewd delight shines bright in your wanton moans. Hades is an easy man to please, a simple God with simple desires. You need only be present; Laid out before him, bare, ready to receive a god. Your god.

Begging to be noticed, drunk. Willfully forget the outside world alike how Hades desires to dispell his household's looming shadow of death and despair, desperate for peace. A piece of the light sealed tight in a vault saved only for himself, just to be selfish. The last rose plicked from the bush, thorns dull, olden petals withering. For all your flaws, for all your scars, Hades cares not for appearance.

Hades sees and feels your suffering. He orders a judgment, a statement for no other than his beloved; you shall unveil in a realm of insatiable release, no gravity, weightless of responsibility, free of tension. Just you and Hades.

He too-wants to take you over the very edge of reality, feel an anicent pleasure so intense none can ever hope to compare. His hands skillfully play you, a young Beethoven's brilliance. Ears perked, his careful hands primed to the brim. Touch freezing cold as a corpse, depraved long enough, hungry for anything that may satisfy your gluttonous appetite.

Hades kindly aids you in this problematic endeavor, considerate, ever desperate to seek your pleasure and worship. Aiming to please, damn him to Hell. In exchange, help him reach his limit as well. Each sweet bite, every caressing of gentle teeth and lovely pain-is patient. An everlasting eternity, sincerity, marked upon your collarbone, fresh red as an apple.

Another bite is planted in the depths of your bones, your small brusies meeting Hade's fine, healing kiss; A sacred promise for more, one Hades personally ensures, a lonesome sprout furfilled to the fullest potential.

One area after another, loving barrages of deep cresent moons, nothing left untended. Drop of blood here, soft murmurs of delicate devotion there, numerous heavy quakes-the sinster echo of a dark growl against his chest. His fangs are small but fierce. Sensitive. Blade sharp on mortal flesh or opposite.

Pride will swell beautifully in Hades's heart at the sight of his memory on your body, lusterous evidence of how far he will sink to adore you is better than using any word to describe it.

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Buddha bites to be greedy and cherish the taste of the most wonderful blessing ever received.

Buddha bothers with no secrets, especially not when it comes to satisfying his sweet tooth. He loves sweet things, whats there to hate about them?

In Buddha's light and Eighth Consciousness, you are the sweetest thing he ever laid eyes on. A gift he wants to protect and take care of, shower you in unparalled pleasure even the gods can only dream of receiving. God won't be able to save you from him stealing a taste, something he seems not to take seriously despite being in near constant pursuit of it.

He tends to go with the flow, swim as he wills with the scurrying school of fishes. Shutting up needless conversations and covering you in visible bites meant to last months, a personal massage of devotion to your heart and body.

You will be littered in his influence, if you don't reek of that casual enlightened god smell, then his marks will be enough to make a few points across. The Buddha's mark is indomitable, without regret. His bites aren't too steep but are unique. He isn't interested in drawing a blood bath, but you will feel each patient pierce in every inch, nook, and cranny.

You will learn that Buddha is quite the painter, passionate, and easy-going. He has all the time in the world to decorate his favorite canvas. Buddha prefers straight forwardness, both physically and emotionally, but he knows how to appreciate taking it slow.

Observe the immense details of his vast exploration in the mirror, intense, contrasting, painfully obvious in its recent activities. Feel the lingering tingles left behind from his mercliess tusks, goosebumps trailing afterward. The sheer power and energy imursed in his countless marks, his bites almost throb, blood rushing to clot your wounds.

It will take time aplenty to heal if it ever does.

While Buddha lives and breathes, he will continue to selfishly, selflessly indulge in his beloved. In turn, he will graciously let his beloved rule his body as much as they desire.

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Loki bites to prove a lie, chasing a selfish self-assuring illusion.

That stotic echo, the deluded feeling lost on his witty tongue. Loki's bite is less pleasent for you then for him, the sadistic god he always is. A mess of unsymmetrical creeping scars and greed for something more then Loki himself can't quite understand- a blatant sincerity beyond his mental comprehension.

Twisting, Loki will scowl at the mere thought of it. He will crumble it up, swallow it up, only to throw it up later. Spat out into dust, a foreign word to the father of lies;

love.

[silver-heller]

Silver joins the Lackadaisy Silver: *Too terrified to speak, likely to bite someone, jumpy, enjoys hiding places, will steal your food when you're not looking.* Mordecai: That one. I want that one.

[dogbounds-reblogs]

Said like a farmer meeting their dog's new puppies /pos

Shout out to bubbles for being the one Powerpuff Girl who bit the villains, can relate. Was my number one way of retaliating at that age.

[rooniearts]

I want tails crashing out it would be funny

Oh, I can assure you, Tails being on the verge of crashing out at all times is a central part of this AU

[luli-lads]

How they'd bite you if they were vampires:

Zayne: He is the most careful, cradling your head, his fangs piercing your skin so gently. There's barely a mark. And he makes sure you get a proper meal after he's done.

Xavier: At times he's soft and cuddly, and praises you for letting him feed. Other times, when his jealousy flares up, he's a little meaner and bites you repeatedly on different visible spots.

Rafayel: He kisses your neck first, nuzzling his nose against you and smelling the sweet blood coursing through you. He prefers to pierce the skin and lick it up rather than suck from the source.

Sylus: His fangs aren't the only ones marking your neck, full-on hickey decorating the spot. His breathing is rough as he feeds. He holds you by your chin and waist so you can't squirm.

Caleb: He's careful at the start, but once he tastes your blood, he practically loses it. He's pining you down and taking and taking... He manages to pull back before you pass out, apologetic.

[zorangezest]

WAS THAT THE BITE OF EIGHTY SE— [i am executed via firing squad]

[erinwantstowrite]

The Bite!!!

every peter parker needs an origin story. unluckily for Peter, his spider bite hurt pretty damn badly. and unfortunately for Connors, this would change everything for both of them