𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞
@tatteredfeather.bsky.social
❝ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆.ᐣ ❞
more of a carnivore diet.
June 16, 2025 at 6:27 AM
more of a carnivore diet.
a small nod.
not a conventional meal.
not a conventional meal.
June 16, 2025 at 6:17 AM
a small nod.
not a conventional meal.
not a conventional meal.
“ you . . . don’t? not use to that. ”
June 16, 2025 at 6:09 AM
“ you . . . don’t? not use to that. ”
. . .
it’s easier said than done.
it’s easier said than done.
June 16, 2025 at 6:08 AM
. . .
it’s easier said than done.
it’s easier said than done.
“ picked them earlier. picked too many for my vase. ”
she held out the flower.
she held out the flower.
June 14, 2025 at 5:40 AM
“ picked them earlier. picked too many for my vase. ”
she held out the flower.
she held out the flower.
June 14, 2025 at 5:23 AM
June 14, 2025 at 5:23 AM
— having thought it would be better than walking home. that was, until the bus decided to run behind. stomach growled.
June 14, 2025 at 3:17 AM
— having thought it would be better than walking home. that was, until the bus decided to run behind. stomach growled.
{ a starter for @victorcreed.bsky.social }
the wind howled. lightning illuminating the sky right before the thunder roared.
and there on a bench say the brunette. hands resting in her lap. drenched by the pouring rain that covered the scenery. awaiting for the bus. —
the wind howled. lightning illuminating the sky right before the thunder roared.
and there on a bench say the brunette. hands resting in her lap. drenched by the pouring rain that covered the scenery. awaiting for the bus. —
June 14, 2025 at 3:17 AM
{ a starter for @victorcreed.bsky.social }
the wind howled. lightning illuminating the sky right before the thunder roared.
and there on a bench say the brunette. hands resting in her lap. drenched by the pouring rain that covered the scenery. awaiting for the bus. —
the wind howled. lightning illuminating the sky right before the thunder roared.
and there on a bench say the brunette. hands resting in her lap. drenched by the pouring rain that covered the scenery. awaiting for the bus. —
—, it was the only one in town. but, there was something about keeping it the way it always was that kept the people coming back.
“ did you want to order food? ”
“ did you want to order food? ”
June 14, 2025 at 2:46 AM
—, it was the only one in town. but, there was something about keeping it the way it always was that kept the people coming back.
“ did you want to order food? ”
“ did you want to order food? ”
{ a starter for @nefelibaka.bsky.social }
her hand cupped around the plastic glass, feeling the condensation trickling down her finger tips as she approached the patron. offering a soft smile as the drink was settled upon that old table.
sure, the restaurant and bar made enough money to remodel —
her hand cupped around the plastic glass, feeling the condensation trickling down her finger tips as she approached the patron. offering a soft smile as the drink was settled upon that old table.
sure, the restaurant and bar made enough money to remodel —
June 14, 2025 at 2:46 AM
{ a starter for @nefelibaka.bsky.social }
her hand cupped around the plastic glass, feeling the condensation trickling down her finger tips as she approached the patron. offering a soft smile as the drink was settled upon that old table.
sure, the restaurant and bar made enough money to remodel —
her hand cupped around the plastic glass, feeling the condensation trickling down her finger tips as she approached the patron. offering a soft smile as the drink was settled upon that old table.
sure, the restaurant and bar made enough money to remodel —
— of her that still had the conscience often was at war with the part that craved the flesh. grey eyes soon turned to nothing but black. a void. a window into nothingness. teeth ripping. tearing. it was grotesque, shameful. often why she did it outside the town limits.
June 14, 2025 at 2:42 AM
— of her that still had the conscience often was at war with the part that craved the flesh. grey eyes soon turned to nothing but black. a void. a window into nothingness. teeth ripping. tearing. it was grotesque, shameful. often why she did it outside the town limits.
{ a starter for @homicidalhybrid.bsky.social }
the stinging scent of copper stung the brunette’s flared nostrils. no one around but her and the john doe beneath her. lifeless eyes. celeste hadn’t caught his name, there was no need. it was better that way. the part —
the stinging scent of copper stung the brunette’s flared nostrils. no one around but her and the john doe beneath her. lifeless eyes. celeste hadn’t caught his name, there was no need. it was better that way. the part —
June 14, 2025 at 2:42 AM
{ a starter for @homicidalhybrid.bsky.social }
the stinging scent of copper stung the brunette’s flared nostrils. no one around but her and the john doe beneath her. lifeless eyes. celeste hadn’t caught his name, there was no need. it was better that way. the part —
the stinging scent of copper stung the brunette’s flared nostrils. no one around but her and the john doe beneath her. lifeless eyes. celeste hadn’t caught his name, there was no need. it was better that way. the part —
— it would need to be within the next few days that she feasted. the thought pushed from her mind now, making her way down the sidewalk. it was just a short walk to downtown where she could admire the vast flora in bloom.
June 14, 2025 at 2:39 AM
— it would need to be within the next few days that she feasted. the thought pushed from her mind now, making her way down the sidewalk. it was just a short walk to downtown where she could admire the vast flora in bloom.
{ a starter for @angeloflight.bsky.social }
summer was a season celeste found herself adoring especially in her current form. the warm nightly breeze as she sat on her porch. it felt nostalgic in a way though, she hadn’t been able to do anything of the sort before. the hunger lingered. —
summer was a season celeste found herself adoring especially in her current form. the warm nightly breeze as she sat on her porch. it felt nostalgic in a way though, she hadn’t been able to do anything of the sort before. the hunger lingered. —
June 14, 2025 at 2:39 AM
{ a starter for @angeloflight.bsky.social }
summer was a season celeste found herself adoring especially in her current form. the warm nightly breeze as she sat on her porch. it felt nostalgic in a way though, she hadn’t been able to do anything of the sort before. the hunger lingered. —
summer was a season celeste found herself adoring especially in her current form. the warm nightly breeze as she sat on her porch. it felt nostalgic in a way though, she hadn’t been able to do anything of the sort before. the hunger lingered. —
— upon the blonde seated in a booth.
celeste approached, pulling her pad from her apron and pen from behind her ear. offering a small smile.
“ what can i get you? ”
her tone was soft, meek. just as the rest of her was. that was, when the hunger was silenced.
celeste approached, pulling her pad from her apron and pen from behind her ear. offering a small smile.
“ what can i get you? ”
her tone was soft, meek. just as the rest of her was. that was, when the hunger was silenced.
June 14, 2025 at 2:05 AM
— upon the blonde seated in a booth.
celeste approached, pulling her pad from her apron and pen from behind her ear. offering a small smile.
“ what can i get you? ”
her tone was soft, meek. just as the rest of her was. that was, when the hunger was silenced.
celeste approached, pulling her pad from her apron and pen from behind her ear. offering a small smile.
“ what can i get you? ”
her tone was soft, meek. just as the rest of her was. that was, when the hunger was silenced.
{ a starter for @thebrokensentry.bsky.social }
the restaurant was quiet besides the few patrons that sat at the bar and the rain hitting the tin roof above them.
pat. pat. pat.
low music played, the lights dim. the scent of old, aged wood stung nostrils. it was there that grey-blue hues settled —
the restaurant was quiet besides the few patrons that sat at the bar and the rain hitting the tin roof above them.
pat. pat. pat.
low music played, the lights dim. the scent of old, aged wood stung nostrils. it was there that grey-blue hues settled —
June 14, 2025 at 2:05 AM
{ a starter for @thebrokensentry.bsky.social }
the restaurant was quiet besides the few patrons that sat at the bar and the rain hitting the tin roof above them.
pat. pat. pat.
low music played, the lights dim. the scent of old, aged wood stung nostrils. it was there that grey-blue hues settled —
the restaurant was quiet besides the few patrons that sat at the bar and the rain hitting the tin roof above them.
pat. pat. pat.
low music played, the lights dim. the scent of old, aged wood stung nostrils. it was there that grey-blue hues settled —