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Late night adventures with your friend (In progress)

Summary:

In the summer of 1999, Avery and Evan sneak out in the middle of the night to break in to the neighbourhood pool. Avery's excited, and Evan is... kind of not. Spending all that time with Avery? Alone? Ugh...

TW: Sort of suggestive, mostly fluff, experimentation in sexuality.

Late night adventures with your friend (Part one)

... To be continued

The warmth of his flesh: (Completed one-shot)

Summary:

Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?

Oh...oh.How very lovely.

TW:

Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)

NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)

I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))

The warmth of his flesh (A one-shot)

Drabbles:

(1) Avery begrudgingly cuddles Evan in Florida heat

(Credits to @bernardsbendystraws for the super cute dividers!)

REBRANDING

Chat I might just be rebranding to Lil Tart, which is what I go by on other platforms. Say bye bye to gothic vibes and say hello to an unfiltered zest fest!!

Late night adventures with your 'friend' (Pt 1.)

TW: Suggestive, Evan question his sexuality by experimenting with his 'friend' *wink wink* (Idk where I'm going with this one chat.)

A glimpse into Avery and Evan's past.

It's 1999 in Reseda, California, and safe to say, it's hot. So what better way is there to cool off than by going to the pool? A good idea, it would have been, if it was day time.

But no, Avery had different plans.

Now Evan's questioning his life decisions at exactly 11:23 PM, watching his 'friend' scale the wall of a flimsy fence to get into a locked pool. He's sort of scared.

It's not the idea of getting caught he's afraid of, oh no. He's afraid of what he might do, spending all that time alone with Avery.

“I’m not so sure about this, Avery.” 

Evan glanced at the CLOSED AFTER 5:00PM  sign that was stuck on the wired fence, before glancing back at his watch, which read 11:22 PM.  

It was safe to say that the pool was closed. 

 That didn’t stop Avery from attempting to scale the fence of the closed off pool, though. Keep in mind, attempting.

He cringed, watching his friend continue to misplace his foot, slip, and flail his legs around for the third time in a row. It was horrifically entertaining. 

Avery huffed, his breath heavy. “Trust me on this one Evan, I’ve done this tons of times.” He took a deep breath before resuming his attempt to break in.

Evan sighed, slumping his back on to the flimsy wired fence, which caused Avery to slip once again, which he didn’t seem to notice. 

“We should just head back to yours, I’m kind of craving some of your mom’s home cooked meals right now.”

Evan did not want to stay here any longer. He was kind of getting creeped out, the soft blue light emanating from the pool contrasting the pitch dark they were surrounded by. Even the sidewalk seemed ominous. The sidewalk lamps were dimly light, most flickering from the lack of care. The flash light Avery gave did not comfort him.

“As if!” Avery scoffed.Now having made some progress, he sat on the top of the fence, his hands placed beside him on the cold metal pipe that was providing him with support. “I know you’re just gonna to try to hit on my mom, you ass!”

Evan cheeks burned red, his lie caught, turning his back to Avery in embarrassment at the accusation. “Shut up! You can’t blame me for wanting to stay at home!” 

 Avery rolled his eyes at his friend, slowly hopping off the pipe, carelessly placing his foot on weak wire.

 “C’mon, it’ll be rad, trust me-” CRASH. 

Evan turned around, his eyes wide, searching for Avery on the top of the fence, who was nowhere in sight. He panicked before hearing Avery’s cracked voice.

“I’m fine!” 

Evan looked down, seeing Avery sprawled upon the floor. He probably lost his footing attempting to climb down. Maybe wearing flip flops was a bad idea Avery. 

“Dumb ass.”

The tanned boy stood up, dusted his crusty jorts with a bloody knee that was quite visible. He gave a thumbs up to his friend on the other side, which was met with an eye roll. 

“Just open the damn gate dude.”

@bernardsbendystraws (Credit for dividers)

ARGHHH LEAVE ME ALONE

Avery's back is dripping in sweat, staining the bed covers along with his pillow. The fan's on the highest speed and the windows are open. Despite all of his attempts to cool down, the room was still burning hot, his vision hazy from the heat. Summers in Florida are not for the weak.

It would probably help if Evan stopped sticking to him like a rat in a glue trap.

"Evan I swear to god, get off of me." Avery groaned attempting to push his lover away from him. In response, Evan pulled him in closer, his eyes still closed, his lips slightly upturned.

"Babe, my back is literally dripping in sweat."

"Don't care."

(Attempt at writing for my ocs :)))

The Intrusive thoughts of a Cannibal: A break down

The Intrusive thoughts of a Cannibal (TITOAC/ I'm too lazy to write that again and again) is another artwork based of my short story; The Warmth of his flesh. I'd advise you read the story first to have some context first.

Time to break it down!

As you already might be able to tell, TITOAC is definitely more simplistic compared to The glutton regrets. There's no shading, no proper colouring, rough writing etc. Simply put, it's raw.

The raw, unfiltered thoughts of Hyacinth after eating someone. It could be her lover in The Warmth of his flesh, but it could be the four before him. She could be having such thoughts with any of her past lovers/victims. The point is, she never changes.

Short description:

Her eyes are wide open, sweat dripping from her head and her arms, her mouth erased, as if it's a part of her she wishes to forget, that reminds of her worst moments. She's in a state of panic, alone with her thoughts after consuming one. The afterparty by herself.

Colors

The colors are bright and unnerving, using shades that clash with each other, which pushes the feeling of uneasiness. Yellow is a color that can be associated with sickness and disease. Hyacinth feels as if she's disgusting, as she's tainted and a sinner. As if something was always wrong with her, something that she could never change.

Text:

The text that surrounds Hyacinth are her intrusive thoughts, her most vulnerable state. There are no pauses and words repeat like thoughts that are constantly in the back of your mind. The writing shows the duality of her psyche; the guilt and the greed.

Conclusion:

Her thoughts can evoke sympathy, expressing her guilt and sorrow. But she won't ever stop, she'll do whatever it takes to get what she wants, no matter how much it hurts other people, the people she loves. No matter how many times she feels guilt, no matter how many times she comes to terms with the unspeakable things she's done, she'll keep going.

She is the embodiment of greed and gluttony.

That's it for today! I'll probably upload this to my master list by tonight (I really need to stop procrastinating...)

Read The warmth of his flesh!

https://www.tumblr.com/acrylic-ducks/775107031485087744/the-warmth-of-his-flesh-re-worked?source=share

Uhmm... tags ig

So if you go through the tags I use for The Warmth of his Flesh, you might notice the tag: actually cannibalistic. I thought this tag was like, for art. My dumb ass did not realize it was for cannibals until I searched it up, and was met with... a not so pleasant surprise. I swear to god I am not a cannibal!! (probably)

The Glutton regrets: A break down

The glutton regrets is an artwork I created based off my own short story, The warmth of his flesh. I highly suggest you read that before reading this as it will provide much more context!

So! Lets set the scene! What's going on?

The glutton regrets is an aftermath to The warmth of his flesh, and as the title suggests, is when Hyacinth comes to terms with what she just did, which was cannibalising her lover.

...

Like I said, you should probably read the story before.

I decided to use a more sketchy and a sort of semi-realistic art style compared to my other posts as this truly is a horrific scene with context.

Basic description:

She's sitting alone at the dinner table, all the lamps extinguished, Hyacinth illuminated by a singular light. She dead pans into the camera, her face full of regret and disgust. A plate of meat is set upon the table, barely visible, as if she herself is trying to hide and forget what she has done. Blood is seen from across the table, hinting at the sinister meaning behind all of this. Finally, behind her is a bright red shadow resembling a man, the only defined part being his hands, which are resting on her shoulders. They are calloused and grimy.

I specifically only used a monotone for most of the drawing so it makes the painting more moody and gothic. The red added high contrast, making it so it's the first thing you see. I made the shadow of her lover red to make sure viewers would associate the blood with the man. His hands are only defined to really nail down her regret.

If you've read the story, you are aware of her reasons for wanting to kill and eat her lover, which is the fact that he provides her with comfort. It's as simple as that. She wants to forever be with that comfort, and how else do you that than by eating your lover? The hard and calloused hands are a representation of the harsh reality crashing down on her. Sure she's being comforted, but it's not the way he would. It's almost artificial, fake even. It's there, but it will never come close to the real thing.

It's almost like it's uncomfortable.

Huh.

Fun facts:

The flower around her neck is supposed the represent a hyacinth itself (I know, it's very poorly drawn)! If you aren't aware, hyacinth represent sorrow. It draped around her neck, constant, never leaving.

I can't draw cutlery! :)) -> :((

That's it for today! (Not really I have a lot more to post today for school)

Read The warmth of his flesh!

https://www.tumblr.com/acrylic-ducks/775107031485087744/the-warmth-of-his-flesh-re-worked?source=share