Vinnie Everyman Eats Human Meat In Front Of HABIT (NOT VINBIT)

Vinnie Everyman eats human meat in front of HABIT (NOT VINBIT)

Thank you @pagodazz for the Idea

Sitting at the table staring at the knife and fork placed before him, Vinnie blinked slowly. He tilted his head slightly, listening to the continuous hum and occasional sizzling of fat from the kitchen.

Vinnie's attention was piqued as he observed the fork resting beside the knife.

The fork was clearly lopsided.

Its teeth were bent slightly off center. He couldn't help but feel an urge to correct it, align it to the correct position. His hand hovered above the metal, ready to fix its crookedness.

After careful consideration and a brief internal struggle, Vinnie decided not to interfere. With a heavy sigh, he instead gently settled his hand back onto his lap.

It perturbed Vinnie that the knife was so ideal, inducing a sense of unease deep within him.

The sizzling and humming from the kitchen has now ceased, and the faint sound of porcelain hitting the marble countertop reverberated through the air. Vinnie diverted his gaze towards the vacant chair sitting directly in front of him.

The sound of footsteps emerging from the kitchen caught his attention, each step seemed heavier than the last. He felt a hand on the back of his neck, forcing him to look down. He watched as a plate of what looked like steak was placed before him, blood pooling around the meat.

Vinnie lifted his head, meeting the gaze of HABIT who had taken a seat across from him. HABIT's fingers danced upon the worn oak table, while his eyes burned into Vinnie.

HABITs hunger was palpable, a raw, primal force that filled the room with an insatiable need.

He had no plate of his own, no food to devour, except for the meal sitting in front of him, Vinnie.

Vinnie locked eyes with HABIT, their connection unyielding. The tension was tangible, both daring the other to break first.

Vinnie picked up the knife and then the bent fork, the metal was cool to the touch. He felt HABIT's piercing gaze upon him, as if he was being studied; like he was under a microscope. HABIT leaned forward, his eyes narrowed.

Vinnie took a deep, slow breath, his hands steady as he began to cut into the tough cut of meat.

Every movement was precise, almost as if he were defusing a bomb.

HABIT watched him, his eyes never leaving Vinnie.

The silence, broken only by the occasional clink of the silverware against the plate.

Vinnie hesitated, his gaze locked with HABIT's predatory grin.

The air grew heavy with anticipation, and a shiver ran down his spine. The bloody, raw meat looked all too tempting, yet it felt wrong, an affront to everything he believed in.

Vinnie knew what was coming next, his grip tightened on the fork.

"Eat. It." HABIT whispered, nearly too quietly.

The smell of the chewy, bloody meat overwhelmed his senses.

Vinnie brought the fork to his mouth. He chewed slowly his eyes not leaving HABIT; the taste of flesh filling his mouth.

HABIT's anticipation only grew as he watched, the hunger in his eyes becoming almost feral.

A wave of uncertainty coursed through him, but he fought against it, swallowing the lump of meat.

Vinnie cut himself another slice of meat, placing it into his mouth.

He chewed slowly, as the flavor of the meat flooded his taste buds.

The sensation of the tender and juicy texture mixed with the taste, made him both hungry and disgusted; his eyes closed as he savored the flavor. He took his time with this bite, savoring each moment of it as if it was to be his last.

That wave of uncertainty coursed through him yet again, but he fought against it once more, and swallowed the meat.

He carefully placed his fork and knife on the table and pushed back his chair, the scrape of the legs against the floor breaking the silence between him and HABIT.

A hint of satisfaction played across HABIT's features, a silent acknowledgment of their encounter.

Vinnie's footsteps echoed until they finally disappeared. The air felt heavy with conflicting emotions, and the weight of their unconventional exchange hung in the air.

HABIT remained at the table, his grin never faltering.

THEY ARE BESTIES!!!

A couple of doodles from the past weeks

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY HYBRIDS :D heres a meme i made a while ago and forgot to post ↓

reblog this to KATSUP BLAST the person you reblogged it from. get KATSUP BLASTED.

Banished

be be bo be bo

milo looks almost as high as his irl counterpart