#Lea the cannibal

[dirtilam]

Drew my oc's Lea and Febi having a loving night together!

[anthromimicry]

the duality of misao being one of the few psychiatrists in arkham that has actually made progress with some of their patients and treats them like human beings, but also someone who does a complete 180° later + EATS her patients and gaslights people who ask about them into thinking they were never committed there is currently making me go feral. like girlll why are you like this JSJSJ

[hermitw]

major manga spoilers concerning the second poll

ok so based on how Yuuta's copy technique works (having to eat a part of the target's body, that has not been regrown), the brain eating just makes sense to me.

Yuuta wouldn't have personally done it, wouldn't have his own brain teeth...he's lucky to have Rika eat them for him...

maybe kenjaku brain eating the brain before entering a new body is what allows him to maintain it for so long. I assumed they both used the "stitches are forever" pact, but others would be different.

chat I need you to be so real with me rn

I mean the lack of empathy, regret, etc

I'm open to any theories or hcs on what made kenjaku turn out this way. built different? numb with age? he was acting old af since the Heian era so... idk

[strawwritesfic]

Joel x Female!Amputee!Reader: (Don't) Hold Your Breath [Ch. 5]

Summary: You’ve made a lot of monumental mistakes in your life. Cutting your arm off isn’t even at the top of the list. Now you’re about to learn a lot of life lessons at the hands of your savior and her brute of a guardian–and they’re not about to let you learn them the easy way either.

Challenge: "#32 in His Rulebook" by Edible Heart Monster on Lunaescence Archives

Rating/Warnings/Tags: M (post-The Last of Us; excessive swearing; sexual references; violence against children; infected children; references to abortion; references to cannibalism; references to starvation; references to riots; implied domestic abuse; implied grooming; implied sexual relationship between an adult and a minor; death of a parent; violence; gore; blood; gun use; ableism; amputee!Reader; enemies to lovers; not canon compliant)

Pairings/Relationships: Joel/Female!Reader; Tommy/Maria; Reader/Male!OC; Ellie & Reader; Ellie & Joel; Ellie & Maria & Tommy

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Master List (with important note!)

Rule #5: Don't touch anything.

It wasn’t the clicking that bothered you about later stages of the infection. You could easily tune out a sound. Besides, when you wanted to pay attention to it, their signature sound made them easier to look out for. No, what you didn’t like, what truly frightened you about clickers, was the way they moved—the way their limbs floundered, the way their heads whipped back forth, the way their feet scuffed along the ground beneath them.

When a clicker came for you, you got a front-row seat to all that movement. This one lurched and stumbled towards you at an alarming pace. With your back pressed against a tree, you had nowhere to run. All the noise coming from its broken maw would probably draw the rest of the swarm. All your nights of staying huddled inside a tree hollow, waiting for them to migrate, were for not. Soon you would feel the snap of chipped and rotting teeth against your neck.

Both of your hands scrabbled through the moist earth around your tree. Maybe you hadn’t tossed your pistol into the forest behind you, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away to look properly at the area surrounding you. The clicker drew closer and closer, closer, until it kneeled in front of you, its head still twitch madly, the clicking still sputtering from its throat.

You whimpered, but all that did was draw the clicker’s dirty, broken fingernails toward your face. The thumbs dragged slowly up your cheeks until both were pressing hard into your eyelids.

“You let it take my eyes,” came the familiar voice a young child. “Can I have yours?”

Pain shot up once more through your missing arm, and you rocketed upward in fog of cold sweat. Your breath swooshed in and out of your chest as your eyes, still thankfully whole, darted around your tiny prison cell of a room. There was a window, but all that did was pump warm afternoon light inside. Still, you felt cold and clammy with residue of your nightmare sticking to your skin. How many times were you going to have that one before it lost its shock value? For fuck’s sake, it had been years!

Your arm gave another nasty throb; you clapped your remaining palm around it. Despite your recent nap, you felt more lightheaded than before. A quick look about your sleeping space told you why: Blood was smeared across the wall. Apparently, you had been thrashing in your sleep. How fucking mature of you. That would certainly get the others to respect you.

“I’m not waiting around! Get the hell up!”

Along with someone shouting those word came a banging on your door. From the sound of it—and the echoed banging in your head—they’d been at it for a while. Maybe that had been what woke you up. Not that you were complaining. You appreciated getting torn away from that particular dream before the eye gouging started in earnest.

“What?” you demanded when he didn’t speak.

He’d changed his shirt, you noted. Plaid, still, and a different color, but at least less dirty. Looking down at your array of clothing only made you feel angrier. The fabric underneath your missing arm was crusty and red-brown with dried blood.

“Infirmary,” he answered shortly. “Now.”

“Huh?” Slowly, one of your eyebrows lifted. The other soon followed. “Where’s Ellie? Wasn’t she supposed to come get me for dinner?”

“Ellie’s busy. She remembered that no one had changed your bandages.”

“So?”

“So,” Joel rolled his eyes, looking the most casual you had ever seen him, “she insisted I come and take care of that for you.”

“Tell her thanks but no fucking thanks.”

Casual Joel did not mean casual banter. That became very clear shortly thereafter, when his mouth set and he looked back down at you. His eyes slid down, all the way to your stump, which was hurting quite a bit more than it had since Ellie had made you a better tourniquet. You tried to step back inside your room to hide the worst of it, but Joel had already spotted the blood. He looked angrier than ever.

“Infirmary,” he said again, and took your still-existing arm. “Now.”

He yanked, and before you could protest, you were tripping after him. Joel released you immediately, maybe afraid that you had fucking fungus cooties on your skin. At least you had worn your shoes to sleep. Splinters littered the hallway, something you had not taken note of on your way in.

Joel was not much of a talker. Several people met the two of you on your way out, but shied away as soon as they spotted Joel. He didn’t seem to notice, and didn’t greet those that did hazard throwing greetings his way. A few times, his walkie-talkie—he must have picked one up during your nap—gurgled, but he ignored it. You weren’t sure why, as a few of them sounded a little frantic.

Maybe he was taking you out to pasture.

Cold fear flooded through your body at the thought of being killed. You were so close to having made it just a little farther. You couldn’t die! You just couldn’t. But if Joel noticed your sudden panic, he ignored you as he led you outside and through the maze of cement corridors.

The thought of running off occurred to you. Tommy seemed like an absolute idiot when it came to judging people. He wouldn’t let Joel murder you—unless that whole charitable persona from earlier had actually just been a persona. They might have just been waiting for Ellie to become preoccupied before delivering a headshot. Your breath stuck to your throat; your head spun; a painful pulse drummed in your missing limb.

Joel pushed a door ahead of you open. He stepped aside to allow you a good look at a slightly larger, more light-looking room inside. You took a half-step backward, tensed to run. In the same moment that Joel seemed to sense your intention to flee, to snap to attention so he could run after you, two gunshots sounded from somewhere within the compound. Distracted, Joel turned toward the source of the noise. Distracted yourself, you didn’t take the opportunity to spring away.

“We have word that an infected has been brought into the facility,” came Maria’s voice, crackling over Joel’s walkie-talkie. “Repeat, we have infected inside the facility!”

“Shit!” In a flash, Joel had lifted the device to his mouth. “Any idea where it is?”

“No. These morons shot the messengers before we could get that much out of them. Sounds like they brought them in a couple days ago. It won’t be a clicker, but we might have a runner, if they change before we can take it out.”

“I’ll check things out. Do you have Ellie?”

“She’s right here.”

Joel nodded, even though Maria would not be able to see him. Meanwhile, your cold sweat had returned in full force. Your head swiveled about, clicker-like, as you tried to take in your surroundings. Runners didn’t give you much warning before they came for you. A bell rang out across the grounds; people screamed; and Joel took several running steps past you before he turned back with a grimace.

“Get in there! And don’t fucking touch anything!” he said.

He was gone before you could answer. For a few tense seconds, you stood there, looking around with fear gnawing at your thinking process and your heart throbbing in your palms. Maybe—just maybe—Joel was right. At least inside the infirmary building there was only one exit, and if you closed the door, why would any runner have a reason to come after you? You pelted inside as quickly as your drained legs could carry you, then slammed the door shut, turned about, and slid down the flat surface, panting.

Then you heard the grunting.

Hesitantly, hardly daring to believe it, you looked up. Two beds were stationed in the sun-lit room, and one had twisted, dirty sheets sitting in tangled mounds across the mattress. An equally twisted, dirty man stood next to it. His eyes and shoulders rolled. A strangled moan broke from his busted lips. His face stretched to a horrifying degree as he stared down at you.

Newly turned. You knew that look anywhere. Fuck if that did you any good. Even if that man knew what was going on, that wouldn’t stop him from ripping your throat out—or worse. The best you could hope for was to appease him long enough to get the fuck out of there. With as smooth and slow a movement as you could manage, you rose from the floor.

“Look—”

Some wordless burble tore out of his mouth as the man threw himself at you. You jumped backward. Still unused to your new weight, you flailed upon landing—and knocked over several metal shelves holding medical supplies. The resounding crash bothered your assailant not at all. One shelf dug into your shoulder, but you stepped away quickly enough to avoid going. Your body swiveled around to try to make it toward the bed, but you tripped, forcing you to use your single hand to scrabble for the sheets.

All the while, the man screamed incoherently. How the fuck no one else had heard, you didn’t know. Really? Joel’s first thought hadn’t been the fucking infirmary? Or maybe he knew it was there, and he just wanted your death to look like an accident.

The man’s gait might have been no better than yours, but the next time he ran for you, he made it. You tumbled backward across the mattress and landed with your shoulders against the tile floor. His filthy teeth snapped at you again and again as you scrambled to get back on your feet. His clawed hands swiped through the air right in front of your face as he drew closer and closer to the upper half of your body.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you shrieked as your legs kicked wildly and uselessly in the air behind him. You threw your shoulders from side to side to no avail. You were going to die in a shitty fucking infirmary because of a fucking runner! The only thing you had was a fucking pair of scissors and—

—and why the fuck weren’t you using them? You twisted around, still kicking, beating the man around the face and head with your stump of an arm as you withdrew the scissors from your pocket. The movement caught the man’s attention. His mouth snapped closer to that arm.

“Not my other arm, motherfucker!” you shouted, and thrust the blades into his neck.

They weren’t exactly sharp. He didn’t stop moving. His hands crept around your neck, but you’d made a dent. Without waiting for further prompting, you stabbed again—and again and again and again. Blood splattered your face, but as long as you kept your mouth and eyes shut, you didn’t have anything to worry about. More worrying was that the man kept squirming, and your stump wasn’t doing much to hold him down. “Stay down, you—”

A single gunshot rang out in the room. The man fell still. Then he rolled off you, landing with a thud on the floor at your side.

Joel stood in the doorway, illuminated by the light outside. The barrel of his rifle leaked smoke into the air, and one of his eyes remained looking straight down it until the runner gave a final, great twitch. You could hardly breathe. Every single fucking part of your body hurt.

He was kind enough to let you catch your breath.

“I think I need those new bandages now,” you said breathlessly, after several minutes had passed.

Looking distinctly disconcerted, Joel paused before putting his gun back up and walking inside to scoop up a wad of bandages left on the floor. “Yeah,” he said as he bent down to help you get onto the nearby bloodstained bed. “I’ll get right on that.”

[kafkasmjjw]

Hi :) can you recommend your top 5 moonjo/jongwoo (jongmoon?) fics?

i’m going to link my top 5 post-canon, canon divergent and aus because i’ve been in this fandom for too long to choose only 5. these aren’t ordered by preference, and i’m choosing complete fics and only one per author. please heed the tags and ratings in case any of it makes you uncomfortable!

post-canon:

origins by mslunita

Moonjo is hardly protected by tissue; his body is rough-cut. Bone-fed. It’s easy for Jongwoo to break the skin and feel as if he’s sharpening his teeth on the skeleton itself.

monsters call it love by finalizer

He looks like a statue, an impossible man cut from white marble—neat and composed and perfect. Jong-woo wants to ruin it. Poke at it, prod at it, mar it with his fingertips and his teeth. Something so perfect has no right to exist. He wants to destroy him.

since we’re feeling so anaesthetised by eris

Jongwoo flexes into the pain, fingers twitching around the phantom contours and pressure mapped out on Moonjo's throat. From somewhere almost outside himself, he says, “Would you have let me kill you?”

no angel speaks to me by gfriendly

“Want to know how I remember it?” Jongwoo asked.

if i were a carp by theletterv

“Eat me.” It’s a quick answer, and the disorientation of it just as quick. Jongwoo turns so fast it pulls something in his neck, blinks at him owlishly but the peace on Moonjo’s face never falters. “Eat you?”

special mention to 'choose happiness' by ennui_ing because their fics are absolutely stunning and a must-read. top tier characterisation.

canon divergent:

pyre by anthean

And really, why is he surprised? Jongwoo is special. He’s precious. Moonjo wants to know him inside out, skin to muscle to bone to marrow, in every way that he can. That Jongwoo wants him too only cements Moonjo’s own desire.

tender sugar by angelas

“Uhm, sorry,” Jong-woo says, “I think maybe I should lea—” “Oh,” Moon-jo intercepts. “There’s someone special in your life.”

on the seventh day we rest by SLq

“Are you lost?” Jong-woo looked up. A man stood at the bottom of the hill. He watched Jong-woo steadily, generous mouth curled in a smile.

как в старой сказке, я не знал, кто волк // i didn't know who my enemy was, just like in an old fairytale by fia_lka

“So the only way you could help me right now, ahjussi, is if you dropped on your knees right there and sucked me off instead of her. Would you do that?”

dangerous beginnings by uhlee

Honey, I like this side of you. Take what you want from me. You use me so well, jagiya. Is it good, jagi? Am I good?

AUs:

flower by mayday0329

I thought he would give up after that. But instead he smiled again, and fumbled in his pocket for something, before taking out a tung flower. It had withered a long time ago, but one could still see that it had been a startling white before. He pressed it into my hand, along with a crumpled business card. Will you come find me again, then?

do you ever feel lonely, jagiya? by sweetnsimple

“Do I make you feel lonely?” he asked. Jong-Woo opened his mouth. Swallowed and tried again. “Yes,” he said.

pray we never meet at the wrong hour of the night by mslunita (i know i said one fic per author but carli’s writing is a weakness of mine)

Moonjo laughs at the last one. “Cannibal,” he says aloud, a glint in his eyes. He clears his throat. “Well. This is quite the macabre list.” He drags his eyes from the screen back to Jongwoo. “You’re something special.”

why did it have to be you? by tooprofessional

“Are you going to punish me?” He took a step closer, slowly looking up the younger man’s frame, eventually meeting his gaze. He tilted his head to the side. “You know, for causing a scene.”

they live in the dark by vivisextion

“You know, I’ve heard supernatural presences can lower the temperature of a room…” Jongwoo shuddered. “Please don’t remind me.”

annnd that's it for the complete fics. as for wips, im currently devouring second circle of hell by reddiary. a true fucking masterpiece. and hell at your heels by an anonymous writer who should know they changed the trajectory of my life. ennui_ing's how much can you change before it's some kind of murder? has me by. the. throat. fills me with a good dose of dread every time and the characterisation is gorgeous. ANNDDDDD of course, this hotel au 'all the ghosts are in the garden', by b that is so so SO well-paced and in character it's actually insane.

[sjhanny2000]

Lustful Blood (2/2)

A/N:  I AM BACK!!! Nearly three months later and I'm back. This semester has been a hell ride since I'm teaching AP U.S. Government and Politics for the first time but oh well! To make up for my absence, here's not only the conclusion to this AU but double the amount of the first chapter! Enjoy!

Warning(s):  TDoFL AU, mentions/references to cannibalism, non-consensual transformation, reference/implied rape, minor gore, canon-violence, angst with a bit of fluff, Demon Slayer spoilers

Word Count: 3.6k+ 

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Bah-dump. Bah-dump. Bah-dump. Bah-dum-bah-dum-bah-dum-bah-! 

 The sound of your heart pounding filled your ears, deafeningly loud and numbing to your senses. Your body felt as if it had been hit by a lightning strike, nerves and muscles quaking with excited electric energy, your fingers itching and mouth dripping copious amounts of saliva. 

 Fresh meat mother, feed us!

 You could sense four fresh, delectable bodies entering your sensory field at a rapid pace, their swiftness unlike that of any civilian you had come across since your awakening. No, these four were something else, their scents tantalizing familiar, and oh how did your stomach grumble in want of their presence. Yet, as your stomach yearned to taste their flesh, your heart was another matter; it madly thumped and thrashed against the confines of your ribcage, outstretching its veins outwards in hope of grasping onto something or rather, someone. 

 I’m here! ________, I’m here!

 Your mind came to a crashing halt for just a split second, because youknewthesesomeonesbuthow-? 

 MOTHER! FEED!

 You didn’t have the time to process that damning thought, no matter how debilitating it was. No, your children needed you on your guard and your body needed the sustenance these four bodies would provide; they had to be in good health due to their obvious athleticism, which meant their flesh were fresh and tender, perfect for sinking your teeth into and-. Desired drenched saliva swished about within the cavern of your mouth, thick lines of the transparent secretion trickling from the corners of your lips in copious amounts. 

 Your meal was approaching. 

 Silently slinking into the shadows of the canopy above you, you settled yourself amongst two hearty branches and silently laid in wait for your prey to arrive, your children growing silent and the air still. You need to feast, you were so hungry-.

 Don’t hurt them-!

 INTRUDERS!

 Maybe, maybe you should wait to eat, but could you truly wait any longer? You had become so weak, with the ridges of your ribcage and bones present more than ever, perhaps just a drop of blood would be enough to curb your urge to feed. No one had to die nor suffer, just a drop of blood would do and how glorious it would taste! Yet, your salivating day dream of finally consuming something evaporated the second you felt one of the four individuals seemingly disappear into thin air. 

 One intruder vanished, three remaining, find…

 What is the meaning of this-?

 “-said this is where the demon’s been hiding. Stay on your guard.”

 “Hai!” 

 “Remember, just because there’s wisteria and security measures in place throughout the estate, doesn’t mean you don’t need to stay on your guard.” Dressed in a sleeveless, mid-thigh dress that was the color of crimson spider lilies, golden bangs framing an face hidden from your sight, the woman’s voice possessing uncertainty yet confidence within its cadence. The woman’s calloused hand was cupping your left cheek with such love it made your stomach turn and twist, cheeks growing hot out of embarrassment. “We’ll be back as soon as we can, promise.” 

 A silent hiss escaped your lips as the memory momentarily blinded all of your senses, clawed fingers coming to tightly grasp your locks in a weak attempt to relieve the sudden pressure within your cranium. Now was not the time for these thoughts, not when you and your children’s survival was at stake! 

 “-don’t understand is if the demon who’s been holed up in here as long as the village leader says has yet to hurt anyone, why are we in such a rush to hunt it down? Maybe they’re like that one boy demon slayer’s sister, y’know, the one that’s supposedly a good demon!”  

 A quiet, saddened sigh left the woman cuddled beside you, her slate blue dress clashing pleasantly against the emerald stalks of grass that laid below her sprawled out body. Her hand was stretched outwards in a pointless attempt to take hold of the azure sky looming above the both of you, a soft, spring breeze drifting across your bodies. “Have you, y’know, ever wondered if a demon could be good? Like, one that chose to protect people instead of eating them? That would change everything!” 

 Familiar, stop, please make it stop! It HURTS-! 

 “We can’t afford to take any chances here just because the demon hasn’t killed someone yet. It’s better to deal with it now then give it the opportunity to kill someone in the future.” 

 “We can’t afford to take any chances, ___-chan. But I promise, when we return from our mission, we’ll all make a trip into town. Just hold out till then, okay?” Calloused palms gently cradled your fingers, the woman wearing the violet dress gifting them with a light squeeze that made your heart flutter with excitement and ached in dejection at the same time. 

                                                 MAKE. IT. STOP!!!

 The branches of the canopy began to grow antsy from the duress of your quaking mental foundations, what little control you possessed over your shipping psyche threatening to slip through your brittle fingers whilst your children willed themselves to thrash in rage. 

 GO AWAY!

 “Look out!” 

 Any energy left within your body seeped into your children, sneaking vines and needle sharp thorns lashing toward the three individuals, no women, in search of bloody penance for invading your shared home. 

 One of your prized children, a venus flytrap you had come to lovingly name Takara after it had prevented curious villagers from entering your home one late night when you were debilitated from endless mind aches, reared its body back and aimed to entrap one of the women within its jaws with a deafening roar. 

 “GET OUT!!!” 

 Various of the rose bushes uprooted themselves and hurried forward, doing their damndest to sink their thorns within the intruders' skin, the ones who met your beloved children with peculiar weapons that were sharp as knives yet wielded like hand held katanas. With a pained grimace, you forced your scrunched eyes to open, blobs of salty, pain saturated tears staining your dirt covered cheeks whilst you forced yourself to shift into a better vantage point and further away from the intruders. Vines took hold of your torso and lifted you upwards further into the canopy until you were met with the night sky, desperate, agonizing gasps escaping your lips as you felt child after child die in your defense. 

 “There you are.” 

 Before you could even register what was happening, a deep, cocky voice belonging to a man sounded off behind you and as you moved to face him, you were met with twin, razor-edged blades aiming for the meat of your esophagus. A cry of surprise escaped you whilst your body was yanked to safety by a swarm of vines, thick oak branches that had erupted from below at some taking the brunt of the attack from the fourth intruder that had most definitely not vanished. Sent tumbling across the broken glass paneling of the green house, you found your battered form tumbling over the edge of one of the metal beams that supported the roof with a terrified scream. In a weak and desperate attempt to stop yourself from falling to your death, you swung your arms outwards and managed to take purchase of a  glass shard jutting from the beams, a cry of pain escaping you at the feeling of the transparent material piercing into the meat of your right wrist. As you uselessly hung there, mind boggled and heart racing, your gut instinct urged you to look upwards and the moment you did, horrified dread poured into the pit of your stomach; descending from the night sky in a flash of color and deafening sound, the fourth intruder was flying towards you with enormous blades and aimed with killing intent. At that very moment, time seemed to slow, and you knew you had two choices: free yourself and lose your hand in turn or die. 

 With the yank of your shoulder accompanied by a scream, the glass ripped through the tendons and bones within your wrist and hand, blood spraying madly against the glass and the stranger’s obscured face as your descent downwards saved you from another killing blow. 

 MOTHER!

 Branches, thick leaves, and vines shot outwards, each attempting to slow your plummet, only for each outstretched chlorophyll limb to be sliced to pieces by the accursed blades. As the wind rushing past you, your (h/c) locks whipped angrily around your face, until in a small second of reprieve and chance, the gusts thrust upwards against your falling body freed your eyes of the growing tangle nest of your hair and you found your (e/c) irises meeting vibrant pools of invigorating fuchsia. 

 Muscular arms two times the same as your own cradled you against a (naked) chest of pure muscle, your husband’s hypnotic pools of fuchsia peering down at you with unadulterated love and affection, a blinding grin set on Tengen’s handsome face. “You aren’t sneaking away from us that easily, spirit flower.” 

“You gotta stay today, Y/N-chan! You promised!” Suma’s arm sprung forth from the mound of blankets and bodies that were you and your spouses, tears forming in the woman’s dazzling cobalt irises as she grasped onto your wrist in desperation. 

“I-uh-I really do need to begin on my chores,” You attempted to break free of your teary-eyed wife and scramble out of Tengen’s massive lap, face burning as bright as the summer sun out of pure nervous embarrassment. “Plus, I am not used to performing actions of pleasure as well as you, Hinatsuru, and Makio and-!”

A cream white hand of calluses appeared from the sea of covers that were blanketing your shared naked forms and came to playfully fondle your breast, Makio’s lips bearing a mischievous, shit eating grin of her own. “Well let’s fix that then, baby girl. Chores can wait.” 

Slinking forward with the heady scent of wanting lust filling your nostrils, you couldn’t help the squeak that left you as Makio’s lips met your own, the taste of persimmons meeting your tongue whilst her tongue scraped the inner walls of your mouth. Wandering hands swept across the unblemished skin of your forearms, something warm and wet running across the junction of muscle and flesh of your shoulder up your neck until-. You couldn’t help the moan that ripped from your throat at the feeling of teeth nipping at your right earlobe, Hinatsuru’s soft spoken voice gracing moist air into the shell of your ear. “We want to see all that you have to offer, love. Outside and in.” 

Her hand traveled to your core and with the flick of her wrist, her index finger-. 

 “Tengen-sama.”

 His name left your mouth before you could stop it, fresh tears pricking at the corner of your eyes at the sight of your husband for the first time in forever because how long had it been since you had last seen him? 

 A part of you relished in the mortified realization that bloomed across the Sound Hashira’s facial features, his lips moving soundlessly against the wind rushing past the two of you. 

 “Spirit flower?”

 In an explosion of blinding pain, a multitude of memories burst forth from the darkest recesses of your cavernous mindscape, bitter words and touches from childhood intermixing with bright and happy ones from your time with your spouses at their estate. Suma’s back breaking hugs, Hinatsuru’s light as a feather kisses, Makio’s balance stealing pats on the back, Tengen’s all encompassing figure, each point of contact sweeping over your skin with suffocating reminiscence. 

 As you clutched onto the wood of the front gateway standing tall around you, you watched on in silent sadness whilst your spouses set off down the dirt road with purpose, Nijimaru leading the four of them towards yet another mission. Just as they reached the edge of the horizon, your three wives spun around and waved a final goodbye, Tengen watching on with fondness. 

“We love you Y/N-chan!” 

 “Y/N-chan!” 

 Strong, unrelenting arms of muscle wrapped around your dirtied form and suddenly, with the abrupt jolt of your body, you were no longer falling. Senses having gone haywire and far too afraid to see just who was holding you, you would not dare open your eyes nor move, holding your breath in hope that they would just leave you there.

You are the monster, the demon. 

 The very thing they despised and hunted in atonement for their sins. 

 “Tengen-sama!” 

“Tengen-sama what are you doing?!” 

“Tengen-sama?” 

 Too loud, everything was too loud. Make it stop, make it stop, make. it. stop.

 The body holding your own shifted ever so slightly and in a blur, you found yourself cradled within the lap of the man who should be slicing your head off your shoulders, not cradling like some baby, like you were still the person he had once loved. 

 “Spirit Flower, open your eyes.” 

 “Tengen-sama, that isn’t Y/N-!” 

 “Makio!” 

 How deafening was the tense silence that followed Hinatsuru’s reprimanding shout but you did not dare open your eyes, unwilling to face the reality that lay beyond your eyelids because how could you do so? 

 “You’re alive, Kami you’re alive,” A overly large and calloused thumb, the one that used to caress the bridge of your cheekbone fondly whenever you were within reach and it made you feel so special-- moved to wipe away the tears gracing the flesh of your cheeks with such tenderness that was unholy undeserving for a monster such as yourself. “Our sweet, gorgeous Spirit Flower.” 

 “But if that’s Y/N-chan, that means…” 

 A quiet, mournful sob followed those damning words closely like a predator stalking its prey and bare arms were wrapping tightly around your neck-. 

 What?

 Your eyes snapped open in surprise, body going stiff beneath Suma’s breath taking hold as she rubbed her face against your own, and you found your shocked gaze meeting Tengen’s tearfully joyous one, the Sound Hashira gifting you with a watery smile. “That was quite a flamboyant way to reveal yourself, you know. I give it a 9/10.” 

 Makio’s two-toned hair appeared in your field of vision in a blur of movement, the fiesty kunoichi shoving Suma away from your person to strangle you in a hug of her own, a soft squeak slipping from your lips. A touch of lips as light as a feather graced your left temple and you managed to move your head just enough to see a silently sobbing Hinatsuru kneeling above you, violet irises shining with boundless, unending love. 

 How could, what was, why-?

 “Why?” You croaked, voice crackling with misuse or the lack there of it. “Why?”

 The singular word caught all four of their attentions in an instant, Suma popping back into your vision with a stern glare. “If you’re asking why we aren’t killing you because you’ve been turned into a demon, Kami, so help me-!” 

 Hinatsuru moved to restrain the frothing blue-eyed kunoichi without hesitation, the more composed of the two gracing you with a strained smile and effort. “What Suma is trying to say is, how could we ever think of killing you when we’ve thought the person we love was dead this whole time, only to be alive in the end?” 

 “We thought we lost you forever, you baka.” Makio let out a sniff whilst she pulled away and wiped the tears from her face. “When we found your kimono in that hellhole of a cellar and there was blood everywhere, we-!”

 “-presumed the worst,” Your attention shifted back to your husband, a haunted look marring Tengen-sama’s typically vibrant features, one that made your skin crawl with discomfort. “It was pretty unflashy of us.” 

 Squirming against Makio and Tengen’s holds on your body, you did your best to get away from them, before you made a mistake you could never remedy. “You need to let me go, forget you ever saw me, please, before I hurt you!” 

 “No way!” “Hell no!” “Absolutely not!” 

 “Now you listen and you listen good, spirit flower,” Much to your chagrin, Tengen’s mighty arms drew you back into his lap and held you there, the Sound Hashira gifting you with an unforgiving glare of foreboding warning. “We’ve thought you’ve been dead for a year, we were forced to hold a funeral for you without anything to bury, without the chance to tell you our goodbyes.” 

 “So like hell we’ll let you out of our sights. You’re our wife and we pledged to stand by one another in sickness and in health, that includes one of us becoming a demon. You got that?” 

 All you could do was dumbly nodded in confirmation, words failing you in that moment of truth, and Tengen’s mood shifted from threatening to reserved within a second, the silver haired man gazing down at you with calculating fuchsia irises. “Now, with all of that nonsense out of the way, tell me with truth: have you eaten a human?” 

 You could have sworn your eyes popped out of their sockets in fearful anxiety. “N-no! Never! I mean, I wanted to but something stopped me every time! I’m sorry-!” 

 Hinatsuru gave your back a comforting rub, offering you a supportive grin. “It’s okay Y/N-chan, no one’s upset with you!” 

 “Yeah! So can it with the stupid apologies, baka!” Makio cuffed you on the back of the head, glaring warningly at your person. 

 Rubbing at the now sore spot on the back of your head, you turned back to Tengen with searching eyes, body quaking with nerves. “Then, what are you going to do with me?”

 “Well first, we’re going to find you something else to wear then the drabby rags you have on now.” His fingers plucked at your clothes with distaste, the man speaking with such nonchalance it left you reeling. “And then you’ll bring you to Shinobu-san and let her see if there is anything she can do to reverse your condition. She’s been making some progress in research supposedly due to an anonymous benefactor and a little demon girl who refuses to eat people just like you.” 

 “There’s another demon like me?” 

 Suma grinned at your questions, practically bouncing with excitement in Hinatsuru’s arms. “Her name’s Nezuko-chan! The Butterfly Girls said she’s very nice, just like you Y/N-chan!” 

 Blush broke out across your cheeks, embarrassment fueling you to curl tightly against Tengen and hide your tomato red face between his muscular breasts. 

 Mother, safe?

 “-chan?” 

 You snapped to attention, only to see your four spouses peering at you with worry, and you felt your fingers curl into the fabric of Tengen’s uniform unconsciously while you did your best to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. “The plants, they talk to me. They want to know I’m safe.” 

 Jumping to her feet in a flash, Suma set her gaze on the trees looming above with a shout. “It’s okay plant babies! We’re here to bring her home, safe and sound!” 

 Take mother away from us? 

 “They won’t take me away forever, I promise,” The plants surrounding the five of you grew taught with apprehension, protective anger within them beginning to grow. ���T-they want to help me, help us! They’ll feed me, take good care of me!” 

 Feed mother? Take care of her? 

 “Yes! S-so it’s okay, I’ll be okay! We all will be!” 

 Your children grumbled in agreement, the want to feed once again growing in intensity and the urge to sink your fangs into Makio’s arm because it was sitting there and it smelled so-. 

 Thoughts of fulfilling your hunger came to a grinding halt at the rough jerk of your head backwards, something hard and unforgiving slotting painfully between your jaws. It took you a moment but you quickly realized that a thick branch had been shoved into your mouth, the limb thick enough that it would take a considerable amount of energy to snap it, the very energy you lacked due to your lack of feeding. 

 “Can’t have you trying to feast on us just yet, spirit flower.” A thick rope was promptly attached to both ends of the branch and tied tightly at the back of your head, Tengen making quick work of the muzzle he had clearly put through in haste. 

 The bark of the branch cut into the meat of your lips but you couldn’t find the will to care; all you could care about was that you had just attempted to eat one of your wives, a reality that made your stomach curdle in disgust. 

 “I’m fine, tree hugger. Not a scratch on mine, see?” Makio wasted no time in showing that she indeed was fine, the woman moving to stand on her feet beside Suma and Hinatsuru, the latter who gave your shared husband a worried look. “We should probably leave soon, Tengen-sama. The sun should be up within the next two hours.” 

 “If that’s the case then, let’s be on our flamboyant way, shall we?” 

 With a simple thrust of his legs, Tengen was standing with you draping over his left shoulder like a sack of flour, a noise of surprise escaping you at the sudden movement. “Sorry, spirit flower, but if we’re going to make it to the Butterfly Mansion before the sunrise, I can’t carry you in style. Now hold on tight!” 

 Before you could even think of objecting, Tengen was on the move and that meant so were you, a muffled scream ripping out of your throat while the ex-shinobi turned demon slayer made what seemed like a mad dash for Shinobu-san’s estate, your three wives following close behind with grins on all four of your spouses’ faces.

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Thanks for making it this far! Comments, likes, reblogs and more are always appreciated! 

[melody-wings]

 I wanted to draw something scary for October so I made one of my characters lea the lioness into a blood thirsty cannibal.... Neat huh? :3

[tunneltalkpod]

An Excess of Malice

Allie's at the rodeo so Lea and Anne bravely walked themselves through a very exciting week as Lea was there in person to see Mercedes Moné debut! We talk women's division; we talk how the other recent debuts are fitting in; we talk about what Adam Cole should be up to if we HAVE to see him. In other news - Samoa Joe: phoning it in. Wardlow: pointless. Kylo Riley: still scarred by his cannibal past. Eddie Kingston and Chuck Taylor: beautiful bodies training... for the future? And Darby? Well, God or Tony Khan intervened to make sure he's NOT going to Everest. Let's get into it!

Listen now on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts!

[amsyourrave]

Random fun facts about my MD OCs:

(Because I can)

Roe's favorite movie is Disney's "Treasure Planet", mostly because she loves Captain Amelia's character (it's also how she earned her pet name, "Captain")

Lea/L loves live-action movies, even if it's weird to see humans when most drones aren't programmed to see their extinct masters outside of skeletons

Able loves horror films, more specifically psych-horror; he's loses interest in slashers/thrillers after cannibalizing a classmate

Kaine wishes he could try out disassembly drone limbs, but will never tell L or Roe that

L can sing in French, even if she has no clue what she's saying

Heather's favorite movie is "The Host (2013)", and when she was younger she used to pretend she was one of the aliens invading a computer rather than a person

Ivy, unlike L, can speak gaelic like Heather, and ends up with an accent just like her mom

[loserluvrr]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

LEA .ᐟ american + balkan. eighteen.

LIKES .ᐟ books. baking. kitties. flowy dresses. hiking. my friends. laughter. smile lines. dimples. older films. biology & history. rain. the pattering of rain. snow. lakes. forests. the ocean. the sound and smell of the ocean. the beach. sand. mermaids. sirens. roughed up men. pathetic men. crying men. loser men. bloody men. men who yearn. blood. cannibalism used as a metaphor for immense love and intimacy. love. revenge. fluffy princess slippers. my baby blanket. my kitty.

DISLIKES .ᐟ very hot summers. idiots. people who yell when they don't need to. narcissists. two faced bastards. the government. bugs. men. when i don't understand math. people who are rude for no reason. boruto (the show). heiarchy (2024).

PLAYING .ᐟ

criminal minds (2005)

LIBRARY .ᐟ fablehaven series. the scorpio races. throne of glass. the winner's curse triology.

MANGA .ᐟ gokurakugai. the ki sisters. muse on fame. odd girl out.

FILMOGRAPHY .ᐟ alice in wonderland (2010). avatar (2009). avatar: the way of water. blink twice. enchanted (2007). the fall guy. a little princess. the notebook. rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. saltburn. tangled. treasure planet. white chicks. the wild robot (2024).

SHOWS .ᐟ bad and crazy (k-drama). beastars (anime). bloodhounds (k-drama). crash landing on you (k-drama). the disastrous life of saiki k (anime). doctors (k-drama). hidden love (c-drama). high potential (2024). highschool return of a gangster (k-drama). tokyo ghoul (anime). vagabond (k-drama). weak hero class one (k-drama).

[asklamnco]

HELLO MY NAME IS DIRTILAM AND THIS IS MY ASK LAM&CO

Here is where you can ask me or my characters

This is just for fun of course and not to be taken seriously

ANYWAY ASK AWAY

-w-

[mizzfizz]

ㅤ𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

LEA .ᐟ american + balkan. eighteen.

LIKES .ᐟ books. baking. kitties. flowy dresses. hiking. my friends. laughter. smile lines. dimples. older films. biology & history. rain. the pattering of rain. snow. lakes. forests. the ocean. the sound and smell of the ocean. the beach. sand. mermaids. sirens. roughed up men. pathetic men. crying men. loser men. blood. cannibalism used as a metaphor for immense love and intimacy. love. revenge. fluffy princess slippers. my baby blanket. my kitty.

DISLIKES .ᐟ very hot summers. idiots. people who yell when they don't need to. narcissists. two faced bastards. the government. bugs. when i don't understand math. people who are rude for no reason. boruto (the show). heiarchy (2024).

PLAYING .ᐟ

breaking bad, criminal minds

LIBRARY .ᐟ clean sweep. fablehaven series. the scorpio races. throne of glass. the winner's curse triology.

MANGA .ᐟ gokurakugai. the ki sisters. muse on fame. odd girl out. special civil servant.

FILMOGRAPHY .ᐟ alice in wonderland (2010). avatar (2009). avatar: the way of water. enchanted. the fall guy. the greatest showman. a little princess. the notebook. rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. tangled. treasure planet. white chicks. the wild robot.

SHOWS .ᐟ bad and crazy. beastars. bloodhounds. crash landing on you. the disastrous life of saiki k. doctors. hidden love. high potential. highschool return of a gangster. tokyo ghoul. vagabond. weak hero class one.

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[fandom-go-round]

Shall I request this: male Killers finding themselves in a trial with a second killer and their male S/O. BUT, their S/O has had a bad day and sucker punches the second killer and knocks them out only to immediately try and help said killer

Tl;dr-male killers react to their male s/o knocking other killers unconscious

I’m not going to do all of the male killers only some, let me know if you want other ones later!

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Implied Character Death, Joking about Death

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson:

Max turns the corner right as you punch Trapper in the face, his body hitting the ground hard enough to make it shake. His eyes go wide when you seem to panic, quickly going to try and shake his shoulders. Max slowly wonders over, giving Trapper a slight kick. Yup. The older man is totally out.

As concerned as Max is, he thinks it’s a little funny how much you’re panicking. He laughs as you begin to try and convince him to help, Max shaking his head and taking your hand. Neither of you want to be here when Evan wakes up and Max is willing to lead you away. Also, that was really hot and he doesn’t want to let you out of his sight for a little bit.

The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer:

He’s shocked that you were able to get enough force in your hand to knock anyone out, let along Michael fucking Myers. Bubba is more afraid than you are, a loud yelp quickly telling you he was nearby. You just keep looking between your hand and Michael, body frozen. He’s quick to take you away, slinging you over his shoulder and taking off. He does not want to see how the Shape is going to react.

Bubba begins to look you over the second you’re alone, hands trailing from your cheeks down your arms. He wants to make sure you’re really ok and won’t let you go until he’s satisfied. He keeps you close for the rest of the trail, letting Michael do all the work. He wants to keep you as far away from possible death. Even Bubba doesn’t know if he can save you.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka:

He’s very proud of you as Ghostface falls, ignoring your look of shock as he calmly walks over. Kazan gives him a hard kick to make sure before turning to you with a nod. He watches as you begin to swear, not understanding what the big deal is. Ghostface is annoying and it was easy to tell that you were in a bad mood.

He lets you follow him the rest of the trial, not saying anything as you hide behind him. He thinks that it’s endearing that you’re trying to pretend that nothing happened, even as Ghostface makes it very clear he is pissed. The masked man doesn’t get close, narrowly dodging a club before running off. Kazan is not going to let him take this victory away from you; you won fair and square after all.

[acesammy]

Brainstorming ways to keep the darkness from encroaching

[lea-andres]

Were you a Weird Kid™ and if so, have any crazy stories about such?

I was a Weird Kid for sure, but I was more on the quiet end. I wasn't as publicly unhinged as I am now, but I had my moments:

@notquitejosh and I discovered we had more or less the exact same story about blowing up a Go-Gurt on ourselves in our schools' lunch room. (We did not grow up together, or go to the same school, we just both did this.)

When I was really little I thought that the flesh and the blood of Christ was literal and they were actually eating flesh and blood in my church. I couldn't wait to be old enough to engage in cannibalism.

I used to openly talk about my fanfiction until that lovely fanfiction.net comment happened and I stopped writing altogether. I don't know if EVERYONE knew (my bullies never made fun of me for it, so it's possible despite my openness it didn't spread too far in my school) but my friends and family definitely knew.

[queerhannibal]

Hannibal + crying (requested by @lukkalee)