#Hunger 'verse

[crispyjenkins]

All We Have is Hunger Chapter 8

summary: offering to murder someone is a love language, actually

two years later here’s another 2,500 words of jango being Gay and another one of my fuckin Obi-Wans having lung problems

[saintsebastiensbf]

Herbert Mason, Gilgamesh : A Verse Narrative

[toxintouch]

Deicide - the killing (or the killer) of a god. Vere x Reader/Unspecified MC. ✦Read on AO3

VERE: DEICIDE

“Fuck fairness. Life’s not fair.”

If life were fair, this would all have happened differently. In a different time. Long before Eridia was even a smear on the maps, back when he wandered the world as a deity. With fresh air in his lungs and sweet blood on his teeth. He'd track the tantalizing scent of you for days once he'd caught it on the wind. His mouth would water at just the echo of your taste; perhaps he'd have to stop for a snack just to keep his palate from tingling.

(But then–the lutist hadn't tasted of you at all, though the delightful promise of you had been heady–vibrant–thrilling to all of his senses. He'd dined on the composition of your suffering, the warm fear in your breath, the quick jump of your pulse beneath his fingertips. He'd kept the taste of you on his tongue, but still, he couldn't chase it fast enough to be satisfied indulging in another.)

He'd wreak havoc on the world to find you. Hunt you.

Let the people who hid you from him stew in terror at his approach. He'd eat a hundred unsatisfying appetizers just to bring the stench of death to those who dared...

Vere would demand you. Cast his shadow on your little shithole of a village and bear his teeth until they hand you over to him.

(And fuck. The way you'd smell up close–the new intricacies he could discern when he loomed over you, his snout bigger than your body. Would you tremble for him, would you fall to your knees?)

Vere should be your object of worship, your every thought and fear and desire, but instead he begs you for scraps. He twines pretty words around you when his chain is loose enough to reach. He tempts. He enraptures you with silky promises when you should be his by right.

Hundreds of years he's wandered looking for a counterpart, some hidden corner of his soul hopelessly devoted to the thought of a kindred spirit– not quite Human, not quite Monster.

You've been owed to him since his lonesome birth. He's ached for your presence ever since that first betrayal, a stinging knife lodged in the soft flesh between his ribs.

 Oh, but he'd have been a kind god to you. Eventually. But you? Selfish, loathsome, greedy little thing. Forever playing keep-away,

( –defiant eyes and quivering lips, in the damp corner behind the Wet Wick, cloying smell drowning out the odor of vermin– )

content to consume his thoughts and mind, ask all your questions and give nothing back.

He's been starving for you for so long. The least you could do is let him take a bite.

[cherrywhite]

One thing I love about Hayward in s1 is ya, sure, he's a cop. But most notably, he's not even a good cop. 

Hear me out. This isn't saying Hayward does not have the intuition one would associate with your typical, glorified cop from tv shows (in chapter 40, Hayward is absolutely right in that he immediately figured Carpenter out the moment he spotted her in Marcel's Crossing) and other instances, like chapter 43, shows that he has good reflexes for moments under fire (is the first to notice Brother Philly and co. at the door and pushes Carpenter out of the way). Not to mention that Hayward was on the force since he was 19, and to survive on the force for that long means he surely had plenty of solved cases under his belt, regardless if pressure has slowly built up by the time we're introduced to him.

No, when I say he's not even a good cop I mean in the sense of: he's not good at what cops actually do. 

One of the very first things Felix reminds him is to not "forget his gun this time." Implying that this has happened before, enough times for Felix to sound audibly tired about it (and he does have to go back for his gun at least two times in season 1). When Mr. Finch points a gun at him, he sits on the ground for a conversation. When asked, Hayward is confused as to why Daggler would need a knife when they find Carpenter and Faulkner's abandoned car, the thought of slashing the tires never even crossing his mind. And instead of immediately taking her into custody with no warrant whatsoever aside for his hunch, he sits down with Carpenter for an amicable conversation and a meal; only later showing his hand long enough to warn her that he's a cop and he's on to her. He's a cop and he has the Stink on him; because s1 Hayward is a bad cop. Because he does not immediately resort to violence. 

(And this isn't to dismiss his role as a cop entirely, something we're never fully privy to; chapter 3 alone shows us how his mere position as a cop was enough to cause a death that could have easily been avoided, because that role prevented Hayward from providing Mr. Finch with the actual help he needed.)

Daggler is such a ridiculous, exaggerated character but he's also the picture perfect cop. The Lieutenant-Colonel sends Daggler of all people, when they think Hayward can't solve the case. And, look, we don't really know what Daggler's position on the force is compared to Hayward, but he's clearly trusted enough to be sent, to be the exception to personal gods and keep a rhetorical god. Clearly trusted enough to close the case efficiently. Yes, Daggler is utterly ridiculous when put next to Hayward but that's because Hayward is a bad cop. Daggler is the ideal: he gets results quickly (by losing patience and immediately assaulting the bookseller), he takes perps to court and wins (with the use of The Coiling Speaks, not a liar's god btw), and he knows how to tell a compelling story (because of course Carpenter tried to attack Hayward. And of course the Good Cop shot and killed the Heretic to Protect His Partner). Good publicity all around.

S1 Hayward shows that there is no "good cop;" because being "good" is antithetical to what's expected of cops. There was no way he could continue being good and being a cop, it's why the Stink was beginning to creep up on him. "You're one of them nice coppers." says Mr. Finch. Nice. Not good. Because so-called good cops are probably the first to get sacrificed; because these institutions are not built with morality in mind.

[lovebeatriceplz]

My favorite fathers/ father figures in media

Happy father's day ♡ ( to those who deserve it)

[percesdead]

multi fandom culture is seeing posts about one of your fandoms and going,"holy shit, there's more of them"

[0luna123]

[bunmuffin]

HUNGER GAMES FNAF SB Y/NVERSE TW: BLOOD AND DEATH

Bunch of moots got together and decided to throw our y/ns into a hunger games simulator with some of the animatronics Wanted to draw out Security’s slow decent into madness and then ultimately having the most anticlimactic death

The Y/Ns Security-san and Staff-san - Me Uno and Sugarsnap - @joyfullyacat Viper - @tuzesdays Dakota - @darkxsoulzyx Charlie - @cacaocheri

[crispyjenkins]

hunger 'verse "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek

will be starting a wip wednesday sort of thing maybe next week (which will include more than star wars related stuff since that's where most of my time is going these days), but wanted to do a lil celebration today 'cause i recently exceeded a thousand hours in skyrim, in less than a year, and that's quite an achievement for someone who said they'd never even touch an elder scrolls game so here's a lil sneak peek at the next and penultimate chapter of all we have is hunger! i'm really excited for the second to last scene of the whole fic but i haven't even started writing it yet so here's this instead~ (told y'all there would eventually be qui-gon—punching)

When Jaster Mereel comes at him fist-first with no prologue, Qui-Gon sighs and accepts it.

  It’s far from the first time he’s been punched in the face, and it’s not even the first time Jaster has done so, but the sharp impact is as nausea-inducing as ever, even having expected and braced himself for it.

  “If I thought you could accept, I’d challenge you to an honour duel right here, right now, Master Jinn,” the man snarls, panting more from the effort of restraining himself than the actual blow.

  It probably says something about Qui-Gon, and his many recent blunders that he isn’t sure which exactly Jaster is pissed at him for.

  “However,” Jaster grits, watching him hold his nose with a snarl of satisfaction. It doesn’t look like he’d drawn much blood, but Jaster hadn’t held back either, Qui-Gon’s eyes watering even as he stands there and accepts Jaster’s rage. “As it is, I won’t ask you to set aside your own culture to satisfy mine, but make no mistake: you would not win.”

  “I am aware,” Qui-Gon coughs, and is actually relieved he can’t see how the others scattered in the courtyard are taking such a violent interruption of their afternoon. “May I ask for what you’d be challenging my honour?”

  Scoffing, Jaster forces himself to relax, and props his helmet on his hip. “Obi-Wan.”

  “... Unfortunately, you’ll have to be more specific.”

  Jaster bears his teeth in a mirthless smile, but doesn’t actually answer Qui-Gon’s question. “Where is my son?”  he asks instead, looking around the courtyard as if Jango Fett would appear from the small crowd their altercation has gathered.

  With a sigh, Qui-Gon holds his sleeve to his nose and avoids the glare of one of the handmaidens. “Presumably with Messere Naberrie,” he says, “though I should warn you that there is another Jedi from my Temple that may be with him as well.”

  “Plo Koon,” Jaster agrees with a satisfied nod, “I look forward to seeing him again. Jinn.” He gives Qui-Gon a perfunctory nod of farewell and doesn’t wait for a response, marching into the palace proper like the military man he is.

  Qui-Gon lets out another sigh.

-

[everlarksquell]

the way that the great war is the taylor swift song where everlark everlarked the most they’ve ever everlarked in a song should actually be studied.

[enobariasdistrict2]

Cato: Turns out we're a pretty good team for two people who hate each other. Clove: I don't hate you. I just think you're pretentious and unlikeable. Cato: ... All right, but you have somewhat of a difficult personality as well. Clove: Who, me? I'm a goddamn delight! I should punch you in the Adam's apple for saying that. Cato: Oh, I stand corrected, you're America's sweetheart.

[definitelynotshouting]

oh hunger au pre-canon s6 oneshot im halfway finished editing we're really in it now

[jlawrandom]

I'm rereading The Hunger Games and I can't help but imagine Gwen as Katniss and Peeta as Miles. Ghosflower got me guys, I see them everywhere 🤭👀🫣

[mcmorare]

LOCATIONS OF DISTRICT SEVEN.

dunnage ; one of the larger towns, located near the mclean mill and clears camp. a large amount of the population works at the logging camp.

mclean sawmill ; one of the district's largest sawmills.

clears camp ; the largest logging camp in the district. brings in lots of workers from many towns each season and is one of the largest single sites of employment in the district.

the stake ; a post with some perhaps less-than-legal trade.

muller sawmill ; another one of the district's largest sawmills, named for the first mayor of seven, sebasten muller.

siwash ; another larger town, located near the muller mill and clears camp. a large amount of the population works at the logging camp.

the justice building and town square ; located in the more wealthy area of seven, near the mayor's residence and the train station.

supply house ; a trading post, the best place to find nicer items or items from other districts.

roddis ; a large town with a number of factories, located near the addle mill and puncheon camp. has a variety of workers.

addle sawmill ; the third largest sawmill in the district.

puncheon camp ; the second largest logging camp in the district, it brings in a good number of workers from the eastern side of the district.

victors' village ; the residences of the district's victors.

cutover ; a decently sized town and the southernmost town in the district, many citizens work at the factory or head to clears camp for the season.

withe ; a large town and one of the towns with the least amount of loggers, most people in withe work in the town's factories doing furniture assembly, paper production, etc.

hackin ; a well-sized town in the east with a large factory-working population, as well as some lumbermen who travel to puncheon camp.

[ladybirdswritings]

i wanna write a superrr dark and steamy miguel fic where he goes full wanda maximoff and steals the reader into his own universe to keep for himself,, would u all eat that up? 💔

no because imagine how hungry he’d be for her. she’s human, he’s not but he has to have her and he CAN—

[crimeronan]

there are literally incalculable meta posts i could make about the silt verses (it’s one of those stories where i have thoughts about Every Damn Line) but tonight i’m thinking about how..... DELICIOUSLY it sets up and then subverts your worldbuilding expectations.

if you haven’t listened yet. consider this mini essay my pitch. (or rather one of many pitches.)

because you start with this narrative episode about two members of an outlawed religion seeking other members of their faith, and they’re both compelling and sympathetic and layered narrators, but also. one is describing a childhood built on drowning and torturing people to death and the other is delighted by sacrificial corpses and horrific apparitions of eldritch nonsense and you’re like, “okay, yeah, this is a horror podcast. i can pretty damn well see why your religion is outlawed jesus FUCK you guys how is there THIS MUCH MURDER involved in your religious rites-”

and one of the narrators tells you that society is hypocritical because the legal religions Also cause harm. and if you’re anything like me, you go okay, girl, whatever you need to tell yourself to justify your current crusade. your god is a special kind of fucked up but it’s all good

then of course there are hints of social worldbuilding that challenge this assumption, but it’s not until paige’s introduction ep that you’re smacked Full In The Face with like. All Of It. 

because paige is a law-abiding citizen high up on the corporate food chain, and she works a mundane job at a branding company. 

and the company’s margins are bad. 

and the company’s industry is shrinking. 

and the company needs to cut costs and reinvigorate its own brand. 

and of course this is a difficult time for everyone but flexibility is necessary to stay competitive in a cutthroat world.

and now the company is torturing its low-performing employees to death in front of everyone as a corporate ritual. viscerally described. 

and paige, who JUST watched her closest work friend die in the most horrific way imaginable, is playing her part as someone high up on the corporate food chain.

she is being upbeat and being cheerful and encouraging her surviving coworkers to “look lively” and pretending that nothing happened. 

and not a single person protests. and no one shrieks in horror and everyone shifts back into their worksona and the day passes without any particular note because this is a social norm and layoff-sacrifices are too commonplace to report and it is legal and it is accepted and it is a good way to boost the flagging numbers for the giant capitalist machine.

and you have this realization that. 

this Really Is how the world is. 

there really ISN’T anything separating the outlaw narrators’ rituals from those of the corporate and city-based gods.

and then the follow-up question becomes, “wait, then why is THEIR god banned?? if it’s not the murder and the horror then why is their god banned???? what’s the fucking difference????”

and the answer is that their outlawed god draws people away from the cities and the factories and the oil rigs and the pollution and the mineshafts. and their outlawed god does not contribute anything to the state. 

and it’s not about what people worship or what the gods want or what the rituals require or what the hallowed bodies look like.

it’s just about how The State (TM) and Capitalism (TM) are both systems that have weaponized the law to kill every god that doesn’t contribute to their money and power and exploitation and culture and control.

and then it’s.... it’s not about the horror anymore.

it’s not a story of two deeply flawed protagonists from a sick and twisted cult who are reasonably forced into the shadows of a largely normal world because They Are In A Horror Story, And Are Doing What Horror Protagonists Do (Being Fucking Crazy).

it’s a story about our world. the one we live in. we the listener. here in our modern-ass non-supernatural late-stage-capitalism world. it’s about all the structures we’ve built and burned and all the destruction at the center of that goddamn world.

the eldritch gods and terrors are just set dressing.