Hey So Im Just Supposed To Go About My Day? Why Does This Feel Like A Goodbye I Won’t Live Through

two birds in one stone

sal sayz: do not dwell on the past nor dream of the future,focus on the present

ummm,,, they SLAYED CUNT

There's absolutely no context for it, nothing. I just felt like drawing this.

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I might color the second one😣😣😣

🗣️ 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡 :

In his dreams, Steve’s liver was between his teeth. There was a slit down his side, moonlight painting the white of his skin. The asset knew that his teeth were painted with blood, but the wound did not weep it. It stayed perfectly sealed inside of his beautiful body, unlike the organs he so carelessly ripped out with his jaw.

Steve was asleep, or unconscious, but he was not dead. Through his hot flesh the asset could feel his heartbeat, and it unsettled him. Another cut was made, and the asset pulled apart Steve’s ribs reverently. They came undone like yarn, slipping through flesh and metal fingers. It was too easy. The asset wrapped his metal hand around Steve’s heart. He knew not of the feeling of skin against beating tissue, and he had no intention of enlightening himself. Closing flesh around such an organ would be too close to love, and the asset felt only surrender.

He pulled, first gently and then harder, squeezing like the.. thing would come squishing through the cracks of his fingers like rotten fruit. His hand stayed clean. It was almost like sex, the push and pull, and finally the asset gave in and leaned his head down, closing his teeth around Steve’s heart and biting as hard as he could. The taste of iron and rot did not come, and the asset could not penetrate the hard muscle.

“I hate you.” The asset whispered into hot blood, hoping that the salvia that rolled down his chin would drop into the cavity that he had created, maim and taint Steve’s American Dream. “I don’t want this.”

Steve was whispering in his ear. He loved him. No, no, this was not love. This was weakness. This was surrender. Surely the rip of teeth should burn, have Steve screaming and begging the asset to stop. He wanted Steve to tell him to stop. Was he giving up?

He woke up panting, and hard, and on the living room floor. Gripping a loaded revolver in his right hand, he closed his eyes and bit his lip until it bled, imagining it was Steve’s blood in his mouth instead.

eeby....

a very skibidi birthday to my bsf @doublebaconchessyburger17 everyone wishes her hbd rn🩵🧡💜💛💚💙🩷

ngl i drew this in crisis and in coloured pencil against my will cuz i left my apple pencil at my aunts house oops☹️☹️

i will go back to posting regularly in uhhh uhhhh uhhhmmm.... i just liked how this came out qnd wanted to slap it on here

gaca life