humans eat

anonymous asked:

Altean Shiro doesn't know how human coran can eat his cooking with a straight face but secretly appreciates it.

“I said I was sorry,” Shiro protested quietly, handing Hunk another kayilii fruit to ease the scorching in his throat. 

“I know, I know,” Hunk coughed once he’d drained all the juice and finally had his voice back. “The bottles were unlabeled.” He coughed again, grabbed one more and bit into it for good measure, then straightened up.  “Come on, let’s toss them before anyone else finds them.”

Too late, Shiro realized in alarm as they pushed the door to the main kitchen open. And of course the person leaning on the counter was the last one he would have ever wanted to get burned by that hells-damned-

“Hey, you two,” Coran drawled boredly, munching on another bite of a failed pechulka-jam roll.

And not collapsing to the floor in a heap of vomiting pain.

They both stared.

“You…uh…you alright, man?” Hunk asked warily.

Coran raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, before squinting at them suspiciously. “What are you up to? You’re looking rather guilty all of a sudden.”

“Nothing!” Shiro said quickly, pulling Hunk back by the arm. “It’s…nothing. We were just, um-”

“Trying out some, uh, snack stuff we found on our last stop. They okay with you?” Hunk asked.

Coran shrugged and popped the last bite in his mouth. “Kinda smoky, but not bad. Wouldn’t mind if you pick up some more next time we’re out that way. Later, lads,” he said, taking his cana and heading out of the kitchen.

Shiro was only vaguely aware of Hunk elbowing him in the ribs.

It didn’t remove the grin from his face.

anonymous asked:

did you just draw vore?

yknow, you could look at the tags, cause no i did not. 

like a life size snake eating a human does not equal vore? like? 

god now i’m just fucking disgusted, i’m sorry.

Updated Getting to Know Lovi

((A few fun facts about our Devil boy))

1. He is about 5′3″. He’s a tiny little thing. (why do you think he wears those knee high heeled boots?)

2. He cares a lot about how he looks, focusing primarily on his clothes.

3. His job is to prevent souls from leaving the River Styxx and transporting souls to and from the city of Dis.

4. He gains energy from the suffering of souls but can eat human food with his favorite being pasta of course.

5. He wasn’t born. He kind of rose from the Styxx like this

6. In his true form, Lovi has four eyes, four horns, sharp spines protruding from his shoulders and just below the tuft at the end of his tail, and fire burning in varying places. He hates this form because he finds it “ugly”

7. His favorite song is “Pony” by Ginuwine (yes that’s that Magic Mike song)

8. His favorite place to draw energy on Earth is American public high schools because the misery inflicted on the adults by shitty kids is to die for.

9. He loves to flirt. Seriously, he’s almost as bad as a Lust demon

10. He has two tattoos total: a large sun on his left arm and a small red heart on his left ass cheek.

11. He has like six of those virgin killer sweaters. He discovered them when grey magic turned him into an angel. He had to compensate for the wings

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.