#biting gnashing of teeth etc

[queertemporality]

on one hand, i adore when musicians allow their live music to take on a life of its own, making slight or even significant changes to the lyrics/music/etc. from performance to performance. on the other, it's absolutely maddening to know you'll likely never find one single recording that contains your ideal combination of lyrical tweaks, musical flourishes, etc.

#post #biting gnashing of teeth etc

[alumthedragon]

Fandragon of that one image

#i don't think i've seen anyone do this yet so i took it into my own hands #carnivore is literally the gene of all time though. gnashing my teeth biting you biting you etc #flight rising

[creekfiend]

Kuzu sent me this painting of rabbis arguing and it represents what's going on inside my brain rn very well

Glasses rabbi is saying "no, look, it says RIGHT HERE that that's a logical fallacy"

#THAT'S DISTORTED THINKING says glasses rabbi #all the other rabbis wail and gnash their teeth #bite their prayer shawls etc #NOOOOO WE REALLY ARE UNIQUELY EVILLLLLL #beard stroking rabbi is the one who interrupts everyone else like 'should we be on more weed rn' #rabbi fight adjourned while we get more weed than this. brb #dysfunction junction

[kellterntempest]

YOU'LL NEVER STOP WHAT, STONE? WHAT WAS HE GOING TO SAY

#im going to destroy something #gnashing my teeth biting my pencil in half etc. #stobotnik #agent stone #jimbotnik #screencaps

[tickfleato]

nothing makes me angrier than apples braindead fucking decision to remove 32 bit support like you know, the thing, with how so many programs dont run on mac. like how theres ani ssue , of mac support. and some fucking absolute genius was like what if we made it worse though

#gnashing my teeth biting clawing etc. #tick biz

[bellshazes]

i would do anything for one good redemption narrative. like a realistic one. except pretty much it would be the most boring thing ever and only one incidentally but i want it

#peter posts #i want it so bad and if it exists it won't be in a genre i'm going to find. #clawing and biting and gnashing of teeth etc. #every three-ish months i have a conversation at work that leads me down this train of thought #and every three months i have to stop and be like. this is unfair expectations and YET

[sonofsin]

it's fine. it's fine. I'm fine.

#biting clawing gnashing my teeth etc

[emiliosandozsequence]

I’M GOING CRAAAZYYYY more art by @good-as-dead of one of the main characters from my novel sparrow!!!!! this art is literally perfect i’m going insane omg

his notes!!: 

This was another image in my mind cemented after the comparison of loa and Christ.. But also weeping statues of blood from stigmita… Mary + Jesus iconography op 

In case you can’t read it says in god we put our trust 

anyway the art on her dress is from this painting I saw of a burning heart with a cross impaled. And the hair is meant to act like the hood on virgin mary

i posted all of this with his permission!! do not delete the caption!!

#i'M CLAWING AT MY FACE #I'M BITING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE #I'M GNASHING MY TEETH #SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ETC #sparrow #art #gifts #**sparrow

[mybrainproblems]

extremely specific pet peeve but ppl using "whilst" sets my teeth on edge and why is it so fucking common in fic

#generally i don't care about ppl using archaics etc but this one just makes me bite something #not using informal language and contractions is another huge pet peeve #but nothing. and i mean NOTHING. will make my teeth gnash like an incorrect use of 'begs the question' #which is 99% of the time it's used 🤬 #SORRY FOR BEING A FUCKING RHETORIC NERD OKAY #begging the question is a form of logical fallacy/circular logic e.g. chocolate is better than vanilla bc it has more cocoa in it #the fallacy being that vanilla has NO cocoa in it and the premise assumes the truth of the conclusion

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

i went to bed over an hour ago in hopes that i would be able to get a little rest before todays gig

nope too upset to sleep, every time i close my eyes i get keyed up again and my heart starts racing, very cool

#stirring up trouble #biting kicking gnashing my teeth etc #grounding exercises arent working. god fucking dammit. #edit: two hours. still upset. sigh

[carfuckerlynch]

“that were untruly done of you, my darling,” the king said.

“it were truly meant,” bedivere said.

#biting killing gnashing of teeth rending on garments etc #odhran.txt #daniel lavery

[sylvies-kablooie]

remember when mobius said "the nexus event the two of you caused, whatever that connection is, can bring this whole place down" because i just remembered and now i'm gnashing my teeth, biting furniture, foaming at the mouth, etc

#BANGS POTS AND PANS IT WAS SO GOOD! IT WAS SO GOOOOD!!!!!!!!! #mobius come back mobius tell us more about how their love can break the tva mobius please we miss you #god tier scene. god tier dialogue. up with “terrorist girlfriend” for me personally. #loki series #sylki #pro sylki

[fleshhhteeth]

Habit bites you say? 👀👀

Could I get

some headcanons going more into detail about that?

I don’t think it’s any hot tea to say that the community thinks Habit would be big into biting, leaving scratches, knifeplay, etc he be that kinda demon <3 and the kinda sub masochist that might be down to try that? I be that kinda person

Also you’re a really good writer! c:

Yes, yes you can :} (also thank u!!! got me kickin my feet in the air n shit heehee)

Suggestive / nsfw under the cut! Minors dni

HABIT biting / knifeplay headcanons (tw for mentions of slight gore)

He'll bite you for a whole slew of reasons, not just horny shit. Piss him off and he's getting in your face? Gnashing teeth. He wants to piss *you* off? Biting you while you're in the middle of something. Just minding your own damn business? You're never safe bitch.

It only gets worse if he's turned on tbh, but I DO have a bit of a hot take. Of course he loves digging his teeth in, leaving frighteningly severe marks all over you, and the rush he gets in licking up the pooling blood- But its not a one way street.

I think, under the (rather unlikely) circumstances that he's genuinely into you? He'd want you to reciprocate in the whole "literally ripping each other apart in every way imaginable" thing.

You're clearly weaker than him, and couldn't make a dent in him if you tried? He'd get off on just watching you try. Its cute, to him. Bonus points if you REALLY get into it. He appreciates the effort and gusto.

You actually stand a chance in getting him to hurt? Go fucking nuts, he'll let you. Yank his hair, step on his throat, choke him out, rip chunks out of him with your teeth, its all on the table. Being practically invincible, and having everyone else cower in fear around you gets really boring when you've lived that way for your entire existence. If you can physically manage to overpower him? He'll let you. (good fucking luck though asdfhksdfg)

On the same note, knives. Hoo boy.

I don't think he'd have the patience to like, trace up your body with the tip of his knife, or carve words into your skin or anything, but he would definitely get creative with it nontheless. Y'know how some people will do the whole "count while I spank you" thing? That, but with knife wounds. Sitting on his lap and everything.

And of course, he'd love holding that shit up to your neck as he pounds into you- genuinely coming close to cutting into the skin, pressing dangerously harder with every breath you take in. Who needs choking when he can have you desperately holding your breath all on your own?

On the flip side, he would definitely be into you teasing him with one of his own knives. Run it feather light up his abdomen, his chest, up to his throat, all he wants is for you to drive it down into him, and give him that weirdly euphoric release of agony. The anticipation is nice, but he'll never admit that out loud.

He wants that shit to hurt- like blinding pain. It sort of registers in his head like an orgasm would, since he doesn't exactly experience that level of pain very often.

HUGE bonus points if you actually have him vulnerable during it. (tied up, overpowered, ect.)

Tldr: this man is obsessed with pain. In any way, any method, any form, all of it. Doesn't even matter who's on what end.

#If anyone is wondering #Yes I did think WAY too hard about the way habit acted around the god killer knife #so audacious and intimate wtf #sadomasochist habit stans rise up #I may not be a masochist myself but I respect y'all for being so brave. 🫡 #emh #everymanhybrid #Habit emh #emh habit #Habit x reader #I kinda went to0 hard with this but an opportunity to preach my sadomasochist habit beliefs was too good to pass up. #Nsft #suggestive

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere!abyss monarch smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; tentacle anon (17/07/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; abyss monarch cookie

outline ; “ok ok ok hear me out... yan!Abyss Monarch but with that obsessive possessive cannibalism whatchamacallit so like biting and marking to the point of drawing blood or tearing off bits of flesh etc etc... maybe some smutty undertones idk anon has sent me on a rampage/pos - tentacle (now with both hands!)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, yandere!abyss monarch, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, biting kink, blood kink, marking kink, descriptions of a desire to eat the reader (it’s not technically cannibalism but it toes the line lol)

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

abyss monarch cookie is obsessed with you — overcome with the desire to cover you, own you, possess you, to stow you away and hide you from the world and make you theirs and theirs alone

you’re their mate, their spouse, their property and they have no qualms with making sure that anyone that might find you is blatantly aware of this — even if you’re hidden so well that the chances of anyone ever seeing you is so close to zero that it’s hardly worth considering

they cover you in marks when you’re intimate — they bite, suck, kiss, cover you in sucker marks — and by the time you’re finished you’ll be smothered with cuts and bruises and bites from crown to toe, but sometimes that isn’t enough

sometimes they feel the need to go that bit further, to make you so obviously and indisputably theirs that nobody can ever take you away from them

they fight it for so long, trying to hang on to the fraying strings of normalcy that remain from their time as ‘octopus cookie’ but as time goes on they get more and more anxious, more paranoid, more untrusting of your surroundings

they become attracted to the smell of your skin, the taste of your blood and the feel of your supple skin giving way under their teeth — they become overwhelmed by the desire to devour you

to swallow your tongue and tear off your lips so that you’ll never speak the name of another person again

to chew on your heart so it never aches for the touch of another and puncture your lungs so they never breathe the same air as someone other than them

to bite off fingers to leave only blooded stumps that can never card through a lover’s hair or caress their face

to taste ears and eyes so you never hear or see anything but them for the rest of your days

to gnash their teeth and tear apart skin and flesh and muscle and viscera until they reach bone, gnawing on even those cold remains until nothing is left

until you only exist as a part of them: their secret, their property, their lover, theirs and theirs alone

but they don’t want to kill you, so for now they refrain — sating themselves with small things that still mark you as theirs, devouring you drop by drop until one day you only exist as a part of them

biting down on the junction of your shoulder until they draw blood, sharp nails scratching at your hips until you bleed, and hips pounding against yours until you’re bruised and aching and full and spent

filling and covering you with cum, refusing to stop until you’re completely fucked-out and bordering on unconsciousness — only having their fill when sweat mixes with drool mixes with blood mixes with cum and it’s clear that you belong to them

carving their name onto your stomach and your chest and your thighs: first with their tongue and then a fingertip and then then a sharp nail and delighting as each one scars

moaning at the taste of your blood and unable to stop themselves from biting you whenever you’re intimate

fighting the urge to devour you but not completely — overwhelmed with that desire to keep and covet and kidnap

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #smut #smut hcs #cro smut #cookie run smut #abyss monarch cookie smut #yandere cookie run #yandere cro #yandere abyss monarch cookie #abyss monarch cookie x reader #yandere abyss monarch cookie x reader #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere cro x reader #cro x reader #yandere cookie run x reader #cookie run x reader #tentacle anon

[tinycowboybro]

I am back at it again with another VegasPete song

Dog Days by Ethel Cain works so well for vegaspete that I wish that I was able to make edits and I will now explain to you why:

Exhibit A:

“No one’s ever gonna love me, no, not like you do/ Every night, I’m crying in my sleep ‘cause I’m dreaming about you”

This line goes with the post safe house scenes, specifically for Pete, having to struggle with how he feels about Vegas as his own person and how he should feel about Vegas as a main family bodyguard. The soup scene where he cries is almost right on the mark.

The loving line could also honestly also work for Vegas and it’s repeated through out the song. No one really did love him in the way that Pete did. We can see that in the ending when Pete (and Macau) stay with Vegas even after he was no longer a minor family heir, which was what Gun hinged all his “love” for Vegas on. Vegas basically only knew conditional love until Pete.

Exhibit B:

“You walk a fine line between god and animal/ You’re just a feral dog I worship in bedroom ceremonials”

Again, this one is from Pete’s perspective about Vegas. Vegas with his outward persona of self absorption that can’t be touched while inwardly still being a young boy gnashing his teeth and biting everyone around him before they can hurt him. Vegas who is known for his brutality and cold sadism that should make everyone fear him but who also sits by his father’s side like a dog begging for love and praise, etc etc 

i think because it says “you’re just a feral dog” you could say that it’s also Pete seeing through that exterior very quickly and realizing Vegas is still that scared and angry kid

Exhibit C:

“Cut me up and take me like the bread and blood at church/ Love’s never been more than pain, so baby, show me how bad you hurt” 

Ok this lyric is already insane in general I absolutely love Ethel Cain but you can’t tell me that “hurt me, and then (consume) me like holy communion” is not Vegaspete’s entire genre.

i mean come ON

tear me apart, worship me, it’s all the same to them. Beat the shit out of me, tell me you love me, kiss me with blood in your mouth and i’ll ask you to be the one to kill me because to me that means I’ve meant more to you than i have to anyone else in my life. (can you love me enough to kill me)

:)

#aaanyways #they are sick #let me know what you think of course ! #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kpts #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #vegas x pete #bible wichapas #bible wichapas sumettikul #build jakapan #ethel cain #kinnporsche textpost #kinnporsche vegas #kinnporsche pete #text post #mine #vegaspete song recs

[fatale-distraction]

Barcus in Distress Part 3

What have we learned today, class?

That writing fight scenes SUCKS. I keep forgetting who’s supposed to be there, what they’re supposed to be doing, etc.

Pretty big jump forward in action here because I didn’t feel like narrating the entire journey down through the sewers to Bhaal’s temple. Also I may be spelling Bhaal wrong. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Uh, tw: violence for this one. Lithe and Orin have a pretty horrifyingly hilarious cat fight.

Part 1

Part 2

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Lithe took a running start and launched herself across the room, using the table Barcus was tied across to push off and fly at Orin. The two women crashed to the ground in a screaming, flailing heap of long hair and gnashing teeth. Orin’s dagger clattered and slid across the floor as they fought in a mess of fists and nails. Orin had requested a duel, but what she got was a vicious, messy street brawl. Lithe headbutted her, nails biting into flesh. Orin screamed a wordless curse and kneed her in the stomach several times. The smaller woman rolled to the side, nails still tearing at any bit of exposed skin she could reach, teeth bared.

Barcus let out a long, high pitched stream of particularly foul gnim curses, struggling wildly against the magical and mundane bindings that held him to the table. “Turn me loose!” he hollered, kicking his feet. A long cut across his temple oozed blood and sweat poured down his face. “Let me go, I have to help her!”

“And what exactly do you plan on doing?” Astarion snapped as he materialized beside the gnome. “Going after her with a pick axe? Boring her to death with a dissertation on dirt clods? That psychopath will have you gutted before you finish reciting your abstract.���

“When I’m done with her I’m coming after you next, you pasty over-sized mosquito!”

“Oh ho, I’m trembling in my boots.”

“UNTIE ME, DAMN YOU!”

Lithe had managed to wrap Orin's long braid around the other woman's throat, while Orin had done the same with Lithe's own braids, and the two were somehow managing to choke each other, Orin straddling Lithe's torso. Lithe gave the rope of blonde hair wrapped around her fist a hard yank forward, pushing off the floor with her feet. Clutching Orin's body with her thighs, she used all of her strength to smash her head into the ground above them. The women tumbled ass over teakettle, still clutching each other's hair and spewing profanity.

"I don't know if this is terrifying or hilarious," Gale muttered, watching the scene with an air of helpless interest as he manipulated the Weave around Barcus' restraints. Orin spit a clot of blood into her opponent's face and Lithe gave an enraged shriek and headbutted her in the nose.

"Should we...do something?" asked Karlach.

"Do you really want to get in the middle of...that?" Lithe had Orin's hair looped around her neck again and was dragging her across the floor while reaching for the discarded dagger still spinning unevenly. Orin seemed to be tearing at the tendon in her leg with her teeth, but there was so much blood dripping from her mouth it was hard to tell if she'd even broken skin or not.

"Mmmnnnno. I really, seriously don't."

"Pussies," Shadowheart grumbled, starting forward with her shield and mace drawn, flexing her shoulders and cracking her neck. Karlach ooh'd in appreciation.

As the cleric advanced, Orin had managed to get her feet back under her and was hammering at Lithe with bloody fists, still laughing. Shadowheart approached her from behind and raised her mace to deal a mighty blow to the side of Orin's head that sent her reeling, clutching the side of her face and shrieking with enraged laughter. She turned her attention to Shadowheart with a hungry snarl as Karlach joined the cleric's side. Lithe was already diving for the dropped knife. Barcus flailed harder on the stone plinth. Gale had managed to release the spell on his restraints and shot off a blast of ice that caught Orin square in the back while Astarion made quick work of the locks. His garnet eyes were intent on the mechanism, a pick sticking out of the side of his mouth. The final lock snapped open at the same time Lithe's fingers closed around the hilt of the dagger. Barcus leaped to the floor and barreled after her, Astarion shouting an affronted "you're welcome" after him.

Orin flung Shadowheart to the ground and spun back toward Lithe just as the elven woman raised the dagger and plunged it with all her strength straight through the open mouth of Bhaal's chosen. Orin croaked a horrible, gurgling sound and stumbled, hands clawing futilely at the handle. Barcus collided with Lithe's legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her backward as she grappled with the dying Orin, trying with bloodied hands to get purchase back on the knife so she could keep stabbing.

"I think you got her," Barcus wheezed, keeping his face buried squarely in the small of Lithe's back. He couldn't look at that awful face, laughing and screaming and bleeding and sobbing all at once.

Lithe fell back at the same time as her foe fell forward, nearly landing on poor Barcus. Instead of being crushed by a very pleasant backside, he collapsed with her in a tangle. As Orin hit the floor with a sick, squelching crack, the knife burst through the back of her skull, long strands of blonde hair and bits of bone and viscera sticking to the blood. She wasn't laughing anymore. Lithe's chest heaved, panicked breath whistling through her teeth. Barcus struggled back to his feet and pulled her to face him.

"I'm alright," he gasped. "Everything's okay. You got her."

"Everything is definitely not okay," she muttered through chattering teeth, wide silvery eyes still glued on Orin's twitching body. She lifted a finger and pointed as her friends gathered around her. Everyone whipped around as the sound of cracking bone and rending flesh filled the previously quiet temple. "And I don't think I got her."

Orin's body was convulsing, the skin tearing to reveal bloody, horned flesh beneath. She lifted herself up, once again shrieking and screaming with laughter. Twitching obscenely, she reached up and grasped the knife, slowly pulling it from her mouth and letting it drop to the floor with a metallic clatter. Barcus whimpered, fingers digging into Lithe's arm.

"Gods, don't tell me she's immortal, too!" exasperated Astarion as she stood, flesh sloughing away from her body.

"No..." Gale replied in a voice strained and cracking with panic. "I think she's just insane."

"Which is worse?" squeaked Barcus.

Claws sliced through her fingers, a new pair of arms erupted from her shoulders, and her legs broke and reformed into spiked, digitigrade limbs. Horns burst from the back of her head and the sides of her face. Her gaping mouth split open vertically to reveal needle-like teeth, and a tail lashed in the air, scattering droplets of blood like rain.

"Whatever the hells that is," replied Shadowheart dryly.

#tw: violence #tw: gore #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #barcus wroot #bg3 barcus #baldur's gate 3 #Baldur’s gate fanfiction #lithe tav #writing down fatalities #orin the red #damn Orin is fun to write #she’s so repulsive I love it