#vulture chatter

[ukrainian-groove-metal]

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

[daemonologist]

reading Dracula has permanently altered my brain. i can never see count dracula as a generic character anymore. he isn't an ooky spooky horror monster he's the old bitch that imprisoned my boy johnny in his shitass castle and killed my beloved lucy and quincey. abraham van helsing isn't synonymous with badass monster hunters he's a 50-year-old dutch doctor who talks funny. i see things and think oh wow this is just like my favorite characters from my book that was written 126 years ago.

[wordswithloveee]

There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.

[nabsthevulture]

One way to carry 7 raccoon skulls

[simothys]

update: there’s also a turkey vulture. this one’s super fuckin common around here but it was flying so low?? normally i can only ID them by “large black bird with a very wobbly soar” but this one i got to see the feather patterns when it turned… buddy why are u so low we are nearly in town…. ur over the flower shop on the edge of town by the cemetary…. why…

[mhathotfic]

I crave chili mango. I don’t have chili mango. My morning is already ruined.

[completeandtotalchaos]

really loving GOURMANDS TORMENTIOUS NIGHTMARE so far

[the-shy-artisan]

latest foodstuffs i need to play keep away with my cat: corn dogs.

[emdotcom]

Bones & coffins & decomposition!!! ❤️ 💕💖!!!

[but-a-pretty-vulture]

... Hmm

Where did the puppy in my DMs go?

Mommy is sorry for not messaging back dear, but I've been busy with work.

I'm sorry for making you feel neglected.

(edit: found him ❤)

x Vulture ×

[ukrainian-groove-metal]

I think it's a sign of good media when you have to reread or rewatch it to get the full experience. First time is for getting your brain blasted by the story and being confused second time is for knowing who's who and what's what and willingly getting your brain blasted again.

[daemonologist]

Something that occurred to me when watching OSP's Dracula video is when Red says that Dracula can't work as anything but a novel, I realized that hey, maybe adaptations to film or television or theater can't capture what makes Dracula Dracula, but a video game could. There have been plenty of Draculas in plenty of games, but I think a near-identical translation of Dracula into the video game medium could be the closest we get to an actual adaptation. And specifically, one that changes styles multiple times throughout the game.

Think, we start with Jonathan Harker on his way to Castle Dracula. It's a fairly normal 3rd-person RPG that morphs into survival horror as the secrets of Castle Dracula and the Count are unearthed. Then it abruptly turns into a visual novel of Lucy and Mina exchanging letters, complete with a romance subgame with Lucy and her suitors. Interspersed throughout the game are Seward's interactions with Renfield through the lens of a puzzle game. Then we're on the deck of the Demeter in a full-on horror game as Dracula feeds on the crew.

We're back to the visual novel style as Lucy and Mina go on holiday to Whitby, which ends when Mina receives a letter about Jonathan being in Budapest. Then once again we're in a 3rd-person RPG, this time as Seward, and we are finally introduced to Abraham Van Helsing. This part of the game would incorporate the puzzle elements of the Renfield sections as we attempt to diagnose Lucy's illness.

After Lucy dies, the game shifts into a more action-focused tone for a time as we hunt down the Bloofer Lady and finally stake Lucy. After this, Jonathan and Mina return to the story and it becomes a mystery game as we track down where Dracula's coffins of earth are. Mina begins to show the same symptoms Lucy did and we get a rhythm game from Van Helsing's POV as he hypnotizes her to aid in tracking Dracula.

In the final section of the game, we follow the three groups in sequence. First, Mina and Van Helsing in a dungeon-crawl game as they reach Dracula's castle, ending in Van Helsing destroying the brides of Dracula. Second, Quincey and Seward's travel as the pair follow Dracula on land, ending with the sight of Dracula's coffin being loaded into a wagon. Third and finally, Jonathan's POV as he, Holmwood, Quincey, and Seward converge on Dracula, and the final fight of the game begins. Afterward, we see the epilogue play out and thus ends the Dracula video game adaptation.

It would probably be insane to pull off but if it were, it would be glorious.

[nabsthevulture]

Two more buddies flensed

[greazyfloz]

more luke smut please 🙏🏼

Smut: 11. “If we were alone right now, I would make you cum harder than you ever have”  w/ Luke Hughes

Reasons To Leave a Party

Luke and I weren’t the couple that gets drunk and sticks each other's tongues down each other's throats, but tonight we were. The night out started immediately after the big semifinal win against Ohio State at Yost. I waited for Luke in the tunnel after the game with some of the other girlfriends and family members. When I looked out my heart was so happy seeing him so happy as he made his way over to his mother and father. 

I said bye to the girls and headed over to the Hughes’ huddle, “there she is” Luke says, bringing me into a big hug. 

“Congratulations Luke!” I say hugging him back. We let go and continued the conversation with his parents before they told him to have fun and behave as they left the arena. 

Luke and I then headed over to the universities club, where the whole team was celebrating. As the night went on the more beers Luke had, and the more I tried to keep up. 

We were talking to Truss and Holtzy as I noticed Luke watching me closely as I replied to something Holtzy asked. He looked mesmerized eyes his eyes were glued to my eyes, watching me suck the bottom lip after answering. When Gavin and Luca came and joined the conversation I looked at Luke giving him a cutesy smile while the Luca began telling a story about the game. Luke leaned lower so he was in my ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful” he says. I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. “How beautiful?” I ask him talking a little louder so he could hear me over the music and the loud chatter

“So fucking beautiful, come ‘ir” he says wrapping his arms around me pressing his lips to mine. Luca notices us randomly start making out as he says his story and immediately stops what he was saying.

“No way I thought buddy had that, It was– Holy fuck Hughesy get a room” he yells over laughing at Luke causing the whole group to look over to see Luke and I all over each other. Luca cat-call whistles loudly at us, making the whole group start laughing. 

“Okay, let’s leave these two vultures” Holtzy says laughing as the group moves over a little bit in the crowded club.

Luke’s hands rub up and down my back as we make out, before sliding them over my ass squeezing it hard. I pull away and look up at Luke and he leans back in close to my ear still squeezing my ass. 

“If we were alone right now, I would make you cum harder than you ever have” he says, making my pussy throb. I bring my lips back to his making our makeout sesh more sensual as I add my tongue, pushing it into Luke’s mouth. Luke pulls his mouth away placing it on my neck sucking it. He lifts his mouth off my neck to say, “fuck, I can’t wait to jam my cock down your throat” then lowering his lips back kissing my lips before speaking again, “You don’t know how bad I want you to sit on my face” he says again then brings his lips back to mine and kisses me hard

It was so intense that I pulled my mouth away and I breathe out hard, “Luke, please let’s go home”

“Okay” he says ordering an uber before grabbing my hand again taking us outside. He leans down to makeout with me again while we wait outside until it arrives. We both hop in and he rubbed my inner thigh occasionally brushing his fingers over my heat the whole ride. 

Once we get inside the sophomore house, I take my shirt and bra off immediately throwing it to the side. Luke pushes me against the front door and grabs my boobs squeezing them hard as he presses his mouth to mine before tailing the kiss down so he can suck on my nipple. He sucks until he takes his mouth off slightly so he can flick his tongue. While he was sucking my tits, he unbuttoned his jeans before kicking them to the side. 

I pushed him off and sunk to my feet. With both hands I massage Luke’s cock with one hand and his balls with the other through his briefs. Luke watches down with excitement before I pull them off to expose his hard cock. 

I stroked his twice slowly before sucking back and forth on his cock only going halfway. I take him out and spit on his tip then circle my tongue around his cock before taking him back into my mouth. He grabs a hold of my hair and begins fucking my throat, “Ah Fuck!” I hear Luke moan as he pushes my head deeper and deeper on his cock.

He takes his cock out of my mouth and lean down to the floor. He takes his shirt off on his knees in front of me. I glide my hand up his abs before he comes in to make out with me again. He guides me down so I am laying on my back on the hardwood floor in the entrance of his house. He grips on to the waist band oh my pants, “Up” he says and I lift my hips as he pulls them off forcefully. He then rubs my pussy over my panties making me breathe a little harder. 

I reach down and take my panties off myself making Luke chuckle as he immediately enter two fingers. “Needy” he says before plunging his long fingers in and out make me throw my head back on the floor. Luke takes his fingers out and rubs my clit as he brings his face in close, licking my pussy. He wiggles his tongue inside of me then swishes it around in and out of me. 

“Oh fuck Luke” I moan out. Luke’s hands reach up and grab my tits as his mouth begins sucking on my clit. He sucks as I grind my hips back and forth. He plants a kiss on my pussy before getting back up on his knees stroking himself. 

“Knees baby” he says

I turn over and spread my legs apart, and arch my back so my ass was in th air. Luke positions himself at my entrance as he reaches down underneath my armpits so he can grab my shoulders. He pulls my shoulders back hard as he thrusts into me. His thrust only becomes more forceful as my loud moans just encourage Luke to pound into me harder and harder. 

“Fuck Luke! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!” I whimper out as I feel myself immediately cum all over Luke’s cock as he continues to ram himself inside of me. 

“Oooh Fuck Luke!” I moan out. Luke pulls out and bends over to pick me up so I’m on my feet. He kisses me as I reach down and stroke his cock. He backs us up over to the stairs. 

“Fuck Y/n, I’m going to come” he says sitting on the stairs as he grabs my waist, “sit on my cock, I need I’m so fucking close”

I cradle him and sit down hard on his cock. I bounce on his cock and he starts to thrust hard into my, “Fuck Luke, Don’t stop!” I moan out again feeling myself build up again. Luke grabs my waist and turns us over without taking himself out of me so I was now on the stairs. He thrust into my hard making my legs shake as I came again. Luke gets extremely sloppy with his thrusts.

“Cum in my pussy baby” I say running my hand down his body making him weak. He thrusts once more deep inside of me letting out a moan as I feel his warm liquid cream inside of me. He lays on top of me for a second before laying himself on the stairs beside me. 

“Fuck I love y-” he starts to say but we hear people walking up the front steps of the house. “Oh shit!” he laughs, grabbing my hand and we run up the stairs. We lay in his bed naked under his covers as we listened to the boys laugh at our clothes all over the entryway of the home.

“I’ll get them tomorrow” Luke says to me laughing making me giggle along with him.

[spiriteddreams]

when he realizes he loves you (part 3)

Characters: Cyno, Al-Haitham, Tighnari, Kamisato Ayato, Shikanoin Heizou Warnings: none A/N: tbh i think i've written some of my fav lines in these little blurbs so i hope you all enjoy!! Part 1, Part 2

cyno // lupus aureus just the title, “general mahamatra” is enough to instill fear into the hearts of the many scholars that study within the akademiya. he has a reputation, one that he gladly upholds, by upholding justice on the scales of justice. he is the weigher of souls and you are the eternal sun, two ends of the spectrum fated to meet in the middle through a clash of weapon and words. and yet when he takes off his head piece and runs his hand through tangled white hair, you are there waiting for him at the end of the day with open arms. you are featherlight touches and bubbling laughter, indulging in his terrible jokes with a fond smile. in the confines of your shared him, behind closed doors he finds his mask slipping as a triumphant and cocky grin crosses his features.

“you’re a cheater.” you scowl at him behind the cards you hide from his sight “there’s no way you’re winning this many times in a row. genius invokation tcg cards lay out on the table that separates the two of you and you have the urge to lunge over the table to pluck the card cyno’s been thumbing since the beginning of the match. he can’t help but grin and he opens his mouth to declare his ultimate victory but stops short when he takes in the expression on your face. there is discontent and irritation but no hint of malice. and when you meet his gaze he stops. how can someone, who dances in the sun with a vision at your side, every move precise and calculated, so in love with someone as dark and mysterious as him? he isn’t quite sure of the answer to his internal crisis just yet, so instead, he places down a card and claims victory. he decides he wants to kiss you silly when you let out a cry of defeat.

al-haitham // vultur volans he is a man with little free time on his hands, or so he claims. but on certain nights, one can find the grand scribe strolling through the streets of sumeru city with you holding onto his arm. he’s quiet, nodding along as you fill the open air with chatter. but unlike if he were listening to the pleads of other scholars, al-haitham is attentive to your every word, hanging onto them as if they might be the last he may ever hear. he hums in agreement, scoffs at your jokes, and smiles gently when you look over at him. he prefers to spend his days like this, away from the dull chatter of akademiya research as he listens to your stories of wonder.

“haitham, are you listening?” you stop walking outside of his home, body turning fully to face his. he would be lying if he said he was, having been distracted the last couple minutes in favour of tracing his eyes along your features in an attempt to memorize every little piece of you. he wants to ask how you have come to love him so, when rumours are cruel and sometimes his words even more so. but the words die on his tongue when you captivate him with that smile. the one so gentle and warm, paired with such understanding eyes that he wants to fall into your embrace and never let go. for once, the words refuse to come forth, so he rests his forehead against yours instead and seals unsaid words with a kiss.

tighnari // vulpes zerda the dangers of the avidya forest are very much real, sumeru isn’t a fairytale, as tighnari likes to say sarcastically after he helps another reckless adventurer who had found themself in trouble. he is curt with his words, straight to the point and daresay bland when he scolds others. but his words lose all edge when he’s with you. you are just as sharp as he is, bold where he is gentle, understanding where he is harsh, his perfect equal in all the ways he can think of. he hates to admit it, but he can feel his ears perk up when he hears your voice, his tail swishing slightly as he eagerly anticipates your entrance to his room. then—

“how many times have i told you to stop eating mushrooms!” ah yes, there it is. you look furious, but tighnari knows you really aren’t. despite your hands in the air and exasperation in your tone, he sees it immediately, the concern in your eyes. guilt creeps in his chest because he knows of the fears you have for him. he knows the risks he will take on a day to day basis, the same ones that you try to hide away but the expression on your face betrays it all. you care for him, tend for him, like the prettiest padisarah and he bends to your touch, relishing in the warmth of your hands and eyes until finally, you let him off with a scold and a kiss to his knuckles. 

kamisato ayato // cypressus custos the yashiro commissioner is a busy man. there are tasks to be delegated, papers to be signed, and meetings to be held. his days are often spent sitting at his desk, hand cramping and mind wandering as he risks a quick glance towards the open doors. this is the inazuma he has fought for, for so long, and he refuses to let anything crumble while he remains commissioner. still, he wants to apologize for the time spent away from you, locked up in his office while you tend to other tasks around inazuma. he feels like he has a silly crush on you with the way he watches from a distance, only to have you to himself in those quiet moments shrouded beneath the moonlit sheets.

“i brought boba.” you stand in the doorway and ayato swears you are his saviour. you take in his tired eyes and drooping shoulders, and yet he still has such a warm smile on painted across his features. he beckons you to sit by him and it’s then that the facade drops and his weight rests against yours. your arms wrap around him as he relishes in the comfort that only you can provide. he wishes he could pause this moment and let the world fade away as your bodies press together and your hand cards through his hair. your caress is soft, but the kiss you leave to linger on his head is even more so, and ayato makes a mental note to try to clear his schedule the next day to spend it all with you instead.

shikanoin heizou // cervus minor he has been called many a thing by the people of inazuma: a genius detective, a caring friend, an absolute troublemaker. the last being a courtesy of kujou sara, of course. he's all flirtatious jokes and bright smiles when he walks around inazuma, hunting down the next clue to his investigation. he's never really cared about the names he's been given, in fact, he takes pride over them all, relishing in the reputation he's accumulated. but his favourite title of all is the one that only you hold for him. he adores the way it sounds falling from your lips, followed by that bright grin that always greets him. he doesn't think he'll ever tire of that word, not when it's associated with you.

"you insufferable idiot!" the door to his office slams open but heizou's not startled in the slightest. he could hear your footsteps storming through the hallway, distinct as always, a habit he's picked up after months of indulging in your visits to his office. his signature grin stretches across his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. you’re quite adorable, he thinks to himself, and while he isn’t quite sure which prank you’re upset over, he knows you mean well. he can see it in your eyes, the way they light up at the sight of him, just as he knows his do the same. he’ll toy with you for a moment, indulge in teasing before offering an apology in the form of loving touches and kisses, relishing in such an exciting yet comforting love that only you can offer.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3

[loveinhawkins]

connected to this

Sometime during the bat-proofing of his Upside Down trailer, Eddie’s hit with a wave of vertigo so bad his ears ring.

He has to stop in his tracks, clinging onto the chain-link fence with one hand. He lets his head hang low until the dizziness passes. Breathes slowly.

At first he thinks the faint thudding noise is just an after-effect, but then he glances up to see Dustin scrambling onto the trailer roof.

“What’re you doing?” Eddie asks blankly. “We’re not going up there until—”

He breaks off at the look Dustin gives him over his shoulder—eyes bright with a frenzied determination.

“We’ve gotta block the vents,” Dustin says.

There’s something… off with his voice, Eddie thinks. He can’t put his finger on it.

“Okay,” he says hesitantly. “Good thinking, man.”

He joins Dustin on the roof, just watches him for a couple seconds, perplexed: he’s working so fast.

Too fast.

Eddie’s heart jumps into his throat when Dustin loses his footing; he yanks him back from the edge in a flash, forces out a chuckle, “Woah, hey, take it easy. We’ve got plenty of time.”

Dustin doesn’t look at him, doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s heard.

But he’s holding onto Eddie’s wrist so tightly Eddie swears his bones creak.

The ‘concert’ goes fine—Dustin delivers his countdown with precision, but his eyes always slide to a point that’s just slightly to the left of where Eddie actually is.

What the hell did I do? Eddie thinks.

He can’t come up with an answer.

“One!” Dustin bellows, and they’re off; Eddie makes sure Dustin’s always in front of him, feels like their feet barely touch the ground…

And then they’re inside.

We’ve made it.

Eddie sinks against a wall, breathless. “H-holy shit—”

“Shh!”

Dustin’s standing, one hand up. Listening intently.

The sheer noise of the bats on the roof is awful—scratching, clawing, chattering. Like mice in the walls, but a million times worse.

Eddie suffers through thirty seconds of not talking before it bursts out of him, and maybe it’s tempting fate, but he can’t help it, the panicked urge to voice it is too great, “I think—think everything’s holding. They’re…” He swallows. “They’re not gonna get in.”

Dustin nods faintly.

But there’s a rigidness to him that sets the hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck on end. He looks like a hound on the scent. Ready to bolt.

“Hey, um…” Eddie stands and nods up to the Gate meaningfully. “Think we’ve done all we can, Henderson. We were good decoys, and… uh, no deviations, remember?”

Dustin laughs. It’s a terrible noise; Eddie’s never heard him sound bitter before.

“Oh, now you want to go,” he says with uncharacteristic venom—but Eddie knows all too well how that can mask a deep, unimaginable terror.

Eddie opens his mouth—intending to reassure, to say something, anything—before he realises that above them, it’s all gone quiet.

Dustin comes to the same discovery a millisecond after he does. “What’s…” He trails off and finally looks Eddie right in the eyes.

He sprints to the front door, pulls it open.

Eddie curses. “Are you insane? Get back, shut the—”

But the only thing that comes through the doorway is the chill of The Upside Down.

A rumble of thunder. The bats screech, but it sounds like…

“They’re leaving,” Dustin says numbly. “Why are they leaving?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Eddie says, even though he feels sick to his stomach. “That’s not for us to—hey! Dustin, don’t!”

He lunges forward, but he’s not quick enough; Dustin slips right through his fingers, and Eddie watches in horror as he tears across the trailer park, and Eddie follows, of course he does, but he’s always a step behind, always too late to help—

The bats grow louder and louder. Lightning illuminates them, a monstrous cloud in the sky: they’re circling up ahead, and it makes Eddie think of vultures and carrion.

And he sees…

Dustin lets out this wail, a painful keen; Eddie feels it reverberate inside his chest, almost as if it comes from him too.

He catches up (too late, too late), and suddenly he is Wayne, pulling a child into his arms, urging brokenly, “Don’t look, don’t look,” even though when told that any kid’s first instinct is to—

“Let me go!” The scream sounds like it’s tearing Dustin’s throat, splitting him in two. A grief too much to hold. “Let me go, you asshole—Steve! Steve, please.”

“D-Dustin. You can’t help, he’s—” Eddie’s eyes burn. “He’s beyond…”

One solitary chime.

Eddie shudders, almost laughs—because if there was to be a vision designed to torment him, surely it would be this one; God, he’ll take it, he’ll take anything so long as it meant—

But Dustin freezes in his arms, and Eddie knows that he can see the clock, too.

With a gut-wrenching cry, Dustin fights to break away again.

“Don’t,” Eddie repeats, but it’s no use; Dustin hits him right in the jaw.

He falls to the ground, but the pain is nothing to the tug he suddenly feels in the back of his mind; he thinks of when Steve whispered, “He's here. Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like… He's in the walls or something. Just listen,” and Eddie could only stare in bewilderment, because some things are just impossible, aren’t they?

Aren’t they?

Eddie pushes himself up with his hands.

Dustin’s not running towards Steve.

He’s running towards the clock.

Until… he isn’t. He just stops, halfway to it. He looks over his shoulder, looks back at Eddie with heartbreaking uncertainty.

“I can—I can do it, right?”

It shouldn’t make sense—it doesn’t make sense, but Eddie inexplicably finds his mouth opening.

As if from somewhere deep within, he says, “Sure you can.” He doesn’t understand where the words are coming from, is just abruptly certain that he believes them with all his heart. “I know you can.”

Dustin takes a deep breath. He nods.

Runs.

Eddie watches him go—he doesn’t look away, not until the world is lit up, a burning white, and he simply can’t do it anymore.