#also if you saw me cannibalize lines of this for other fics no you didn't i cant remember

[aunteat]

T | Children of Satan One-Shot | Day 3: Eucharist for @vamptember WARNING: depictions of torture, religious symbolism, implied sexual conduct

Santino visits Armand in the dungeons.

Impossible to know how much time had passed without even the rise and fall of the moon as a guide but he knew it must’ve been near time for his next victim. The hunger was growing terrible again — not just bodily anymore, it infected his mind. He struggled to distinguish sleep from wakefulness, couldn’t tell if he suffered dreams or memories or some amalgamation of both but the subject was always the same. One moment, he was lying in the dripping dungeon of that terrible Venician brothel, near death with fever, and the next he was in one of the grand Turkish establishments, being fawned over, massaged with oil, stroked and caressed till he was blind with pleasure. Then he woke again in the dirt cell, still feeling the warmth of their hands against his thighs. 

He didn’t know how long he lay there, face to the dirt, grasping for the sensation when the chorus of shrill squeals finally registered to him. He rolled over and, sure enough, there was Santino, standing at the edge of the cell, with his hoard of rats like familiars streaking through the bars of the cell and over his bare feet. 

“Blood.” His voice was raw with thirst but he knew already that Santino had brought him no victim. He would’ve smelled it.

“A thankless child always asks for more than he knows he deserves. The lowest of vermin know only to take what they are given but you, foulest creature of them all, would demand more,” Santino said. Armand could see he had something in his hands. He tore it, ripping from it a piece no larger than a coin, and cast it at Armand’s feet. The rats swarmed it, crawling over his ankles, tickling his soles with their whiskers so, wincing, he drew his knees to his chest. 

They didn’t sicken him outright the way they might’ve a mortal but the sight of the hoard, the writhing mass of wire fur and fleshy tails, still left a terrible gnawing feeling in his stomach. Perhaps it wasn’t the rats so much as how closely he associated them with Santino. 

“You dream of whores. You lay awake longing for earthly pleasures. Do you think we have not noticed?” Santino asked. He sounded almost saddened, a priest who had listened to the confession of a grievous sin. The rats parted seamlessly for him as he knelt. “God has transformed your body, taken from you the fleshly pleasure of lust, and yet still you lay in want — always in want — and so I have brought you what you want.”

It fell from Santino’s grip onto Armand’s chest, the thing he had been holding. It was a severed hand, lean with long fingers and trimmed nails, bloodless and white but still malleable, still fresh. Despite all the gore he had seen, had created in his desperation to rid his cell of the rotting bodies, he gasped. He grabbed it to throw it out of the cell, but Santino’s hand fell over his and pinned it there. 

“This is what you dreamed of, is it not? The touch of your whores?”

“Get it away from me.”

“Tell me is this not what you asked for?”

“Get it off!”

And, to his surprise, Santino did. He lifted his hand off Armand’s chest and took the severed hand with it. 

“She said she would please me, this woman, even looking as I am. The whore would defile herself for a creature such as me,” Santino lifted the hand to his mouth and let a finger, her ring finger, slide into his mouth in a gesture that seemed almost obscene. And then he bit down. Armand could hear the cracking of bone, the tear of her skin, his vampire sense spared him nothing. Santino plucked the finger from his mouth as though it were but an orange rind. “Did you take Holy Communion, child?”

Confused, stammering, Armand nodded, “Yes.”

“Then you know what to do.” He held the finger before Armand’s lips. “Take it.”

His eyes were bulging, wild, trapped between horror, amazement, and mortal confusion. 

“Open but do not swallow. Even such a Eucharist would be wasted on you.” And when Armand still did not move, Santino tilted his head. “Would you rather I fit it elsewhere?”

Choking a sob, Armand opened his mouth and Santino, breathing a soft sigh, placed the finger on his tongue. It tasted of nothing, not blood, not sweat, perhaps faintly of the dirt from Santino’s hand, if anything at all, but the revulsion swelled in him all the same. 

“Do you see, my son? To hold their flesh in your mouth, to see them devoured by rats, this is how you will take pleasure in whores now. Do you understand?”

Then, as if flicked by an invisible switch, they came, the rats, crawling up his tattered hose and shirt, his chin, his lips, his very gums. Armand choked a cry, tried to reel back, to bite down even and sever their little heads, but Santino held him, squeezing his fingers so viciously into Armand’s cheeks that he couldn’t. 

He heard the snapping of their little jaws as they devoured the finger, their fangs scraping down to the bone. Their fleshy tails wiped his face and he felt their little tongues on his cheeks, licking away the blood tears that he hadn’t even realized were falling. It wasn’t just the revulsion — that alone he might’ve managed — but the indignity, the sheer cruelty of the act, he couldn’t bear it!

It seemed an eternity they were there before Santino released his face and the rats fled as if of one mind. Armand rolled to his side, gagging, spitting out the bones, the little hairs, the bits of grit their little paws had tracked into his mouth. He pushed himself up on his elbows and his body convulsed in retches. There was nothing in his stomach to vomit up and yet on he went retching until his body gave beneath him and he fell back to the dirt, panting and exhausted.

“Demon!” He heaved for breath and, once again, with all his might screamed, “Demon!”

“No, child. Nothing of the sort.” Oh, how saddened Santino seemed by this. He shook his head gently and laid his hand on Armand’s thigh. He tried feebly to kick him off but he had exhausted his strength. “You would still believe I take delight in this torture but I do not. Would that I could relieve you of this suffering… But what a disservice I would be doing to you. We learn, all of us, through pain. We grow into the beings that our Lord would us to be. No. For all the begging in the world, I would not deny you this.”

[koolaidoverwriting]

Hello!! Is it okay for me to request JeffxJack headcannons/fic?? They're literally my brainrot at the moment and I can't stop thinking abt them 😔 (Maybe even try to start off the relationship with an enemy type thing since they have the opposite personality) SRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG I REALLY LOVE THEM 😔😔

(And if 🐧 or 🦇 anon is free can I have it :33?? I really really love ur writing so much <333)

EYELESS JACK / JEFF THE KILLER HEADCANONS

CHARACTERS: Well, it's in the title.

I love these guys! I had a small phase over them a few months ago... Writing this was like a throwback. Also, you can absolutely have 🐧!!! Thank youuu! :D

CW: Self-Harm, Cannibalism, Fluff With a Little Angst

BEFORE DATING

Jeff is hated by a lot of the mansion for being an asshole. Jack is on the same boat as him; but for Jack, it's less severe, since he's only an asshole when someone annoys him. They didn't get along at the start. How could they? They were both angsty teenagers when they met. Jeff found Jack's deadpan and straight-forward personality to be annoying; Jack was the same with Jeff's bitchy attitude.

However, after working together in missions, they found they work surprisingly well with each other. Over time, Jack became one of the only people Jeff could tolerate in the mansion. Jeff found himself yearning to spend more time with Jack. During this period of pining, Jeff had more outbursts as he couldn't come to terms with having a crush on Eyeless Jack of all people.

Unbeknownst to Jeff, Jack felt the same. Jack was confused at first. Confused as to why Jeff kept avoiding him. It made him upset, and a bit jealous when he saw Jeff interacting with others. Jack had liked people in the past, but this was different. Jeff was right there. So close to Jack's reach. All Jack had to do was reveal his feelings, but he couldn't.

They realised they had a crush on each other when Jeff drunkenly confessed to Jack. The drunken confession turned into a sober one in the morning (Jack had to help Jeff through his hangover).

WHILE DATING

Jack is attracted to Jeff's humanity; he likes Jeff's personality, and is undoubtedly curious about what lies beneath Jeff's surface — the surface that's so angry all the time. Jack wants to understand Jeff's emotions, because maybe it'll help Jack reconnect with his own. Jeff is attracted to Jack's lack of humanity. Jeff likes knowing he's not alone, that there's another person who feels as isolated from humanity as he does. They connect knowing that neither of them chose the life they're living.

Out of the two, Jack is WAY more affectionate. He's unnecessarily caring, overbears Jeff with gifts, and holds Jeff's hand whenever he can. This is because Jack doesn't understand relationships and thinks he's being a good boyfriend by doing the most. And he is a good boyfriend! Jeff is always happy to accept his boyfriend's acts of affection.

Jack uses WikiHow to get tips on how to be a better boyfriend. He steals pick-up lines straight from Google. Things along the lines of, "Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see." Jeff always laughs at Jack's pick-up lines, finding them to be funny and cute.

Meanwhile, Jeff asks Lulu and Clockwork for advice. But never once will he ever ask Ben for advice. Lulu is a good person to go to because she's Jack's closest friend. Meanwhile, Clockwork is Jeff's best-friend. Plus, she's been in two relationships already.

Jack flirts more than Jeff, but without the help of others, his way of flirting is... unique. "I'm going to rip out your intestines and eat them for dinner." "...Jesus Christ." On the rare occasion Jack does flirt successfully, Jeff gets all flustered, telling him to, "Shut up..."

Jack attempts to get Jeff to stop re-cutting that smile on his face and just let it heal. After a heated argument in the bathroom, Jeff begrudgingly agrees, and Jack sews up the slits in Jeff's cheeks. Similarly, Jeff convinces Jack to stop wearing his mask so often.

Jeff goes straight to Jack whenever he has any injuries. It's a better option than the lunatic they call Nurse Ann. Jack gives Jeff whatever the hell he wants whenever he's ill. The best part of dating a demon is that he can't get sick! Jeff's favourite thing to eat is grilled cheese, so Jack has practically perfected the recipe.

Jeff pierces Jack's ears and eyebrow; helps him decorate his room; and helps him… be more human, if you will. Jack teaches Jeff how to cook; Jeff takes care of Jack's indoor plants whenever Jack is sleeping in. They go on walks with Smile Dog together. They stay up late watching TV and shit talking other proxies. Jack has a whole list of TV shows he loves, all of them have to do with crime and/or hospitals.

Jeff introduces Jack to his emo ass music; they sneak into concerts together, or host mini ones in Jeff's room. Before Jeff, Jack didn't listen to much music, so he quickly becomes an emo like Jeff.

During killing sprees, Jeff gathers organs to take back to his boyfriend. Jack appreciates it. He offers Jeff some kidneys, but Jeff adamantly refuses. Sometmes, they go on killing sprees together. Jeff does all the killing while Jack harvests the organs.

!!! a lot of these are yanked straight from my google document about jackjeff headcanons i made in december LMFAOOO.

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Hi. I saw this post asking for a fic that changed one's brain chemistry. Now there are a lot of fics I like; over 2000 bookmarked on ao3. And a lot of fics I love; I have 400+ of those fics tagged 'fave'. Of those 400, there are only around two dozen I would say legitimately changed me as a person. 1% changed the way I saw relationships and the world, changed the way I read and write. And I couldn't narrow it down to one - or ten - and didn't want to dump in OP's tags. So have this list of fics that permanently changed who I am as a person.

Warning: I love long fics, and some of these are the same specific tropes that I love or that really affect me personally (ex. arranged marriage). Expect angst, and especially angst with a happy ending. That said these fics are all objectively amazing.

(sorry to people who don't like long fics, but we are simply not the same. and that's OK.)

listed in order of fandom, then length.

Banshee In A Well - 43k, complete, DC, Tim Drake. Childhood trauma, childhood trauma, came back wrong/can't stop coming back! Tim is a little FREAK and I luv him.

straight on 'til morning - 102k, complete, DC, timkon/Kon-El. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly.

variations on a theme - 5k, complete, MCU, ironstrange. This is one of the fics that made me truly love ironstrange. Stephen sees through millions of possibilities and in doing so, falls in love with Tony. Evocative, beautiful, succinct.

The Art of Losing - 33k, complete, Red White and Royal Blue, firstprince. This fic made me cry. This fic BROKE MY HEART. And I WENT BACK TO IT. Multiple times! This is a breakup fic that breaks you down then puts you back together. You will come out different, and only you can say if it's for the worse or the better.

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) - 65k, complete, Red White and Royal Blue, firstprince. There are so many firstprince fics that essentially translate the events of the book into a different setting. And I love all of them. (My own fic, then fucking have me, also does this, self plug self plug self plug). I had to narrow this selection down to just one, and this is probably my absolute favorite.

You Don't Have To (Say Yes) - 192k, complete, Star Trek, spirk/Jim Kirk. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly (yeah, again).

THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS - 262k, complete, Star Trek, spirk. Star Trek arranged marriage epistolary fic. I read this 4 years ago, and I STILL think of a line from this fic constantly (we're aligned, we're aligned, we're aligned). If you don't read anything else for the rest of your life, read this.

DON'T THE WAVES PULL THE SAND? DON'T THE MOON PULL THE TIDES? - 58k, complete, Star Wars, finnpoe. I don't even go here. And yet. And yet. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly (yeah, AGAIN).

Not Part of the Plan - SERIES, 8 works, 337k, complete. Supernatural, destiel. This is an arranged marriage fic au series, that started with a oneshot pwp, and somehow grew into a sprawling, world and character building EPIC. And that to me is always a marker of quality. You KNOW it's good if the author couldn't stop themselves.

wander your own land - 379k, incomplete, Yellowjackets, shaunajackie and others. I told you I like long fics. Girl survival situationships, cannibalism, jealousy, cabin fever, hallucinations, trying to keep a fucking baby alive in some of the worst possible circumstances.

Infinite Variations of a Summer Day - 76k, complete, X-Men, Pietro Maximoff. I love Pietro, he is one of my favorite characters of all time, and this is such a great character fic. See Pietro slowly driven insane in a time loop that examines his relationships with himself, his team, his family, and his powers.

drop your own recs in the notes. and if you have any suggestions for griddlehark/the locked tomb, pLEA- *gunshots*

[felixravinstills]

guess what character i’m going to make u answer abt- that’s right! 💞persephone price💕

Ask Game

Thanks, Lily! I definitely couldn't have expected this!

My first impression Cannibal 👀 Oh? Tell me more! (And then they told me barely anything else.)

My impression now That's Lily's girl! She's sweet! I'm genuinely so surprised that more people don't talk about her? She feels like she should be a fan favorite? Sorry, I am not being the change I want to see in the world (talking about Persephone more), but I am being held hostage by the Ravinstills. She's on the long list of people I want to make a gifset for...

Favorite thing about that character I love that she hasn't let the bad things in her life (the Dark Days and potentially even noticing a bit of Coriolanus' disdain) get her down (seemingly, again, a lot of assumption we have to do with these minor characters... it's the blessing and the curse of loving them!)

Least favorite thing Uh, we don't get that much of her which is sad, especially since all we get is from the POV of someone who really is trying not to be around her or think of her that deeply. It makes me sad!

Favorite line/scene

“People love a good love song, more like,” said Persephone, showing her dimples. (Ch. 12) <- i just remember thinking that this was cute, and also... foreshadowing for the OG trilogy?

The mention of her and Festus spending more time together was also cute! Idk if it's technically a scene and more of montage/fleeting mention?

Favorite interaction that character has with another

A character that I wish that character would interact with more I wish we saw more interactions with her and Mizzen. That would have gone a long way in giving us more canon insight into her character!

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

Deep cut from a piece of fiction that I haven't read in like a decade but Ada Vessalius from Pandora Hearts. (I remember not exactly enjoying all aspects with the execution of Ada's character in that manga but she has certain similarities with Persephone in my mind). Ada's a kind woman who grows in confidence into macabre and dark things but hides that facet of herself from others. (just including a pic because it does hint at her vibe, and also I know one will know who I'm talking about)

A headcanon about that character

Lily, I'm genuinely trying to think of a Persephone headcanon that you haven't heard from me or potentially seen in one of my fics for your benefit... I am unforunately blanking so I shall pull from an Author's Note from an OC fic.

In worlds where she and Festus get married (which is like my most canon compliant world states), they go by the Price-Creeds because their kids stand to inherit from both the Prices and Creeds. Inheritance being very big in the Capitol. The Price name goes first because I think the Prices being railroad tycoons beats out the Creeds influence on the lumber industry.

Also and idk if this is just your blog color scheme getting to me Lily, but I associate her with red, magenta, and also jewel tones.

A song that reminds of that character

Ribs by the Crane Wives. I love it being about independence and kind of accepting parts of yourself that you don't really like, also...

" The dark doesn't frighten me / I chose to close my eyes / It is mine, it is mine / The night doesn't frighten me / I chose to let it thrive / It is mine, it is mine"

Speaks to maybe a certain myopia/blindness to certain things based on the closing your eyes that kind of rings true for my version of Persephone.

An unpopular opinion about that character

Not really an unpopular opinion, just different from some interpretations and the same as others. My interpretation of Persephone didn't really interact with Festus much pre-10th HG. Like they interacted obviously in the sense that they grew up together like with the other mentors, but they aren't like in the same close friend circles. (I do love close, childhood friends Festus and Persephone though!)

Favorite picture

She's judging me... I love that for me. (coloring modified by me. i went in to screenshot this pic, because i remember it vividly... also she's wearing a watch! wonder if it's the same one she wears later. hard to tell from this angle)

[merakiui]

MERAAA :(( I can't believe you've done this... (I absolutely can believe it)

The new DRU chapter is SO good oh my god dude,, Marisa and her tea parties and everything just . pretend there's one of those really dramatic reaction images of the little stickmen crying here. oh my god. I saw the strangulation tag but for some reason I didn't consider we'd be watching that go down after bonding with her. Really that's on me though

ALSO THE DREAM SHIT WAS SO SICK HELLO?????? Oh and .. was Jade pretending to,, be Floyd or something to get her there. Or did I totally misunderstand his strand being on the wrong side and him just being Messier 😭 ??? I dunno. I did wanna ask real quick though

I need to like sit down and think the chapter over or something. That was good. I love Jade and MC's silly back and forths by the way!! I knoe theyve always been there but. yknow. The fingerbone thing was fun is why I thought to bring it up,, this is all over the place but like. AAAAA !!!

Jade Leech the messed up little creature you are,,,, god,,,,

- :3 anon

I feel like I definitely overthought that Floyd thing I put in my og ask btw. Your other fics where Jade is all Floyd-ish are getting to me I fear 💔

I do love a good twins pretending to be each other. even tho that's definitely not the point of DRU lol. I don't know if you'd shared this before (or ig if it'd be spoilers ? if it is I could totally understand why) or if I'm forgetting smth in the earlier chapters,, but does Floyd know what Jade gets up to??? Is Floyd also a cannibal or does he think this is just one of his brother's weird things and doesnt care,,, and that's if he DOES know I guess. I dunno

Rotating them around in my brain. fucked up critters those two. I know you won't get to these til later but goodnight mera :-) thank you for the fish food tonight!!!

- :3 anon x2

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:3 anon!!!!! ( ≧ᗜ≦) THANK YOUUUUUU!!!! I'm so happy you liked it!!! Omg the stickman reactions....... this was me writing Reader and Marisa bonding knowing fully well what was to happen:

IT HURTS. T_T she was such a sweetheart,,, her and Reader would have been besties forever if the circumstances were different. </3 in my heart Reader, Marisa, and Cater are at Portobello drinking chaga tea and enjoying the egg sandwiches and the tiny cakes!!!! orz

AND JADE. JADE LEECH!!!!! >:( *squishes him in my fist* what a sneaky eel,,, the formal and casual wardrobe changes and the looking intentionally messy....... Oh, he's the worst. I can confirm that he wasn't pretending to be Floyd. He would never throw his brother under the bus like that (or would he? 👀). He continues to be an enigma. Currently, no one knows of Jade's very illegal activities. I can't answer any other questions related to Floyd's involvement due to spoilers, but I can assure you he has a role in the plot (even though he may not be very present right now) hehehe.

ALSO ALSO!!!! Thank you for enjoying their banter. I love writing the two of them bickering. (〃´𓎟`〃) the fingerbone line and "not by choice" in reference to Jade saying you're his housemate are some of my favorites from this chapter. They can't be civil for a minute. These two are always sniping at each other. >_< but soon they will be kiss, kiss, falling in love into the bed to fuck,,,,, if Reader manages to seduce the murder eel, that is. Good luck, Reader. Your life is quite literally on the line. ^^;;;;

Thank you again for enjoying the fish food!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[archaxwii]

Only been a couple days and i already got another fic that's craaaazy. This one's a qsmp fic surrounding Hideduo and Fit's boss Madagio

Warnings: Contains; soft vore, fearplay, referenced digestion, mentions of cannibalism & former limb loss

Pac was fucking terrified.

He'd awoken in the middle of the night when he fell from his cozy bed straight onto hard stone. In a cave he knew was far from home the second he laid eyes on a creature of nightmares. In all his time on Quesadilla Island he'd never seen anything like this.

This creature was all white with short fur coating its whole body. It was akin to that of a centaur. It stood on four legs, but also had a pair of arms folded across its chest, and a second set of arms that were shorter and hung limply from its belly. It had no mouth, only a blank, short muzzle and a pair of cold slitted eyes, one yellow and one blue, and pair of cat like ears atop its head. It had a short, stumpy tail that flicked angrily. The worst was its size, it absolutely towered over Pac and was for sure the biggest creature on the island, even bigger than Bad and Foolish. Its shoulders were broad and it looked stocky and heavy, like it could crush him with ease.

He knew what he was the second he saw it.

This was Fit's boss. No wonder he was terrified of him.

"Pac, do you have any idea what you've done?" It spoke despite having no mouth.

"I-I no, I'm sor-is this about Fit?" He stammered nervously, eyes wide as the full moon.

The beast took a lumbering step closer to him." I permitted that man to come to that island for one purpose, and one purpose only. To acquire player data for me, and instead he spent his precious time befriending the likes of you and these other pathetic islanders." He growled.

"But I thought he did get-"

"In the year he was there all he managed to acquire was a meager five people's data, of what?! 33? 35? That's an embarrassment for a person of his caliber!" Madagio snarled.

"I'm sorry for distracting him! We just...grew so close, I even gave him my own data!" Pac offered fearfully.

Madagio snorted, stepping forward and bending down to be right in Pac's face." Aww, how noble of you, truly you were such a big help to the cause." He said sardonically.

Pac swallowed nervously as the creature completely filled his vision.

"Look- p-please don't hurt Fitch, he doesn't deserve it!" He pleaded.

In spite of not having a mouth Pac almost felt the beast was grinning at him." And who said I was going to hurt him?" His arms darted forward and tightly gripped Pac's shoulders, causing him to yelp." I still need him to complete our work, but he needs to not have any pesky distractions until I can get my revenge, so you need to be out of our way." With ease he lifted Pac off the ground, the jackalope wriggled in its grip but its hold was firm.

"W-what are you going to do to me? I can help- I promise!" He begged, not wanting to be taken away from his family.

"I'm sorry Paccy, but I can't have you distracting my worker. Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit~" Pac's heart dropped as a line split across the beasts muzzle and a wide, slavering maw breathed hot against his face.

A long, thin tongue flicked against his face, trailing thick saliva through his fur. The beast wasted no time sticking Pac's head in his mouth. He shrieked with fear and tried to jerk away but Madagio held him still with ease as he slicked up his face and pushed him further in.

He bucked his head upward, trying to dig his sharp antlers into the roof of the creatures mouth, but it didn't even seem to notice his efforts. Ice trailed down his spine as he realized he wasn't making it out of this.

He remembered the terror of being torn into by Cell, but this was nothing compared to that. Having his leg ripped open was infinitely better than being stuffed into this all encompassing heat, able to do nothing but stare into the darkness he would inevitably be taken into. He couldn't fight, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but watch.

Madagio shoved his shoulders in its mouth, loving the taste but wanting to get the job done as quick as possible. It's been such a long time since he had a proper meal...

Pac was met with the yawning abyss of Madagio's throat and he fruitlessly tried to squirm away.

"Please don't do this, I have two kids to look after!" He whimpered. Madagio simply huffed and swallowed heavily, sending Pac face first into his crushing gullet.

His tongue was lapping at his belly now, already halfway inside the monstrous beast.

Pac couldn't tell if the hot wetness on his face was from saliva or if he was crying. Another pulse and he was in to his hips, only his legs flailing on the outside. He could hear the slow, steady heartbeat of his devourerer, hammering in that his efforts didn't faze the beast whatsoever. His heart sunk impossibly lower.

The clawed paws now moved to grip his legs to hold them still as it swallowed again. Now only his paws were left in the open air. Just barely, over the sound of his own racing heartbeat, he could hear the labored breathing of Madagio's lungs. At least his death required some effort.

Madagio shoved the little paws inside and Pac's fate was officially sealed. Another swallow and the entirety of Pac's being was encased in the monstrous creature's throat.

Only a couple more swallows had his face pressed against the tight sphincter sealing off his final resting place, and with one hefty final gulp he slid through and dropped into the beasts belly.

His new prison was hot, but not sweltering, and large enough to not be cramped. It would almost be nice were he not about to be food for a monster.

Pac was full on sobbing now as he curled into a ball. To spend his whole life running, living in the shadow of Cell, only to be devoured by some mad cat as a punishment, for something Pac had nothing to do with. It was bitter irony at its finest. He should've let Cell eat his heart, stop his suffering so he didn't have to live in this hell.

Rage swept through his chest, and he uncurled himself and bashed his horns as hard as he could against the soft plush of the monsters stomach.

To his horror, no wound was made, the attack bounced off harmlessly. Despite the tears in his eyes and the terror coursing through his veins he clawed and pounded his fists against the walls of his prison.

Nothing was effective.

What did he do to deserve this?

Madagio hummed and stretched his arms and front legs. It felt good to be filled with something after so long being empty. He hadn't got to experience this since Vacuus was depleted of energy and his friends all perished.

He could hear the little rabbit crying and could certainly feel his efforts to harm him, but couldn't bring himself to care. Pac wouldn't be hurt unless Fit failed him again, and he was certain with his boyfriend's life on the line he would be sure to do his job correctly this time. His little arms rubbed at his belly, a vain attempt to calm his companion.

Fit was due to show up to his cave anytime. For now, Madagio was keen to relax and enjoy the angry squirming of his prey as he tired himself out.

When Fit finally arrived it was around midday. Pac had given up his fight and was now either asleep or curled up trying to be as still as possible.

Madagio was reclined on the floor of his cave, paws splayed out like a real cat, now wearing his little cape that covered absolutely nothing but was fun to wear. His side arms still rubbed at his companion, even if he didn't appreciate it.

Fit stood straight as he faced his boss, despite Madagio's relaxed composure.

"Glad you could finally make it, little one, I thought you'd keep me waiting here forever." He mused, leaning forward to lay his head in his paw.

"My apologies, boss. Could I...ask why I've been brought here? Have I not gotten enough data? I'm certain I can get more!" Fit questioned, hoping his voice didn't give away his nerves.

"Oh you most certainly can, and you will, if you want your little boyfriend back." Madagio said it so casually, but a chill went down Fit's spine.

"What...do you mean by that?" He near whispered. He had a feeling he already knew, by the way he was petting his slightly distended stomach, and if he looked close he could almost see something squirm from within.

"Don't worry, I've got him tucked away somewhere nice and safe, but you've got to do a good job if you want him back, or I might decide to keep him." Madagio didn't break eye contact as he brought his other paw down to pat softly at his belly. A mouth formed across his muzzle and a long tongue flicked out, licking deliberately over his lips and sharp teeth.

Fit was stunlocked. Almost too scared to say anything, his eyes drifted down to the beasts still-moving stomach.

There was nothing he could do to the creature, with no weapons and Madagio being so much bigger than him he was incredibly outmatched.

Madagio tilted his head, looking mildly bored." Tell you what, I'll be nice. You get me some data by the end of the week and I'll give you some time to chat with your little jackalope, that sound fair?" His tone suggested that Fit's answer didn't really matter to him.

"O-of course, sir." Fit shuddered, dipping his head slightly. He was terrified to anger his boss, worried that any wrong move and he'd never see Pac again.

"Wonderful, be good for me." With a wave of his paw, spots blacked out Fit's vision and he collapsed on the floor.

When he awoke he was home, and Fit felt more alone than he ever had.

[rescue-ram]

6, 11, 18 for the writer asks

6. First fic/pairing you wrote for? (If no pairing, describe the plot)

Kdjfjd. Don't remember the first real proper fic that I wrote, but I think the very first fic I ever posted to the Internet was like. "What if Pippin had a Yokomon." And it immediately got deleted by the mods on FF.net for being ""spam"" kfkdk.

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

I got pretty wild with Kinktober this year- I think the wildest thing I published was the Hawnk voodoo doll fic kfkdkd, though Trapper Jesus is probably a v close runner up in terms of deranged premises. I- and I am genuinely mortified about this kvkkfd- almost wrote a vore fantasy fic (aka character fantasizing about vore/cannibalism, not enacted.) I half-started it and then realized no- no matter how convinced I am this character could plausibly do that- I absolutely can't publish that kdkdjkf.

ACTUALLY 18. How old were you when you started writing fanfiction

Like 10 or 11 kfkck

EDIT I'M AN IDIOT AND COPIED THE WRONG QUESTION FROM THE ASK MEME BUT I SPENT TOO LONG ON THIS LVKDKXJCM

18. Favorite Fic By Another Author

I COULDN'T PICK JUST ONE Links and squeeing below the cut.

Your Cowboy Days Are Over by Sam Donne is one of those fics I read a little too young but is so good- it's exploration of memory and trauma and parental love and the trolley problem is woven in with this great sci-fi setting and a resistance story. Absolutely phenomenal. Another fic by Sam Donne- Nebraska, an Iron Man fic- is a fic I read once a year every year for over a decade and made me weep uncontrollably at multiple points every time. It's one of the most intensely psychological fics I've ever read and dealt phenomenally with depression and autism and the nature of consciousness, and it fundamentally shaped my language of grief. It also currently only exists as a print out in a fire proof bag next to my social security card. The thought of losing that fic forever genuinely makes me gnaw on things!

One other SGA shout out: A Farm in Iowa by sheafrotherdon. My best friend and I were completely obsessed with this series in high school. Sweet wholesome AU fluff, absolutely bucolic.

In adjacent Stargate fandom, cleanwhiteroom recently posted a revised version of Force Over Distance to AO3 and is working revising on my personal fave of her stories Mathematique! Incredibly compelling slow-burn of a plot with deliciously ambiguous relationships and consciousness blending that questions the nature of self and other. Extremely concept rich story.

The Heart's Obligations by schemingreader I THOUGHT was lost media but it is found!!!! Augh. The ULTIMATE transformative fic to me- so wildly AU from its source material, Harry Potter, it's practically an original novel and yet the knowledge that this ISN'T original and IS informed by outside context changes the way you read it. Really well written and well researched historical novel with lines that have stuck with me for well over a decade.

For Man from UNCLE, couldn't decide between Wonderland and Partners, both by Pat Foley. Really interesting and realistic take on the canon material and makes great use of the Cold War setting.

Force of Nature by Jenna Hilary Sinclair for Brokeback Mountain is an ABSOLUTELY TRANSCENDENT "What if Jack didn't die" fic that is so so realistic and well written and touching. Not a happily ever after fic, but also not needlessly cruel, but a very compelling story of Jack and Ennis making a real relationship work while staying closeted in rural New Mexico. Incredible characterization, good OCs, plotty and long enough to lose yourself in, incredibly influential on my writing in ways I can't even express, you WOULD NOT BELIEVE MY SQUEE when I saw she was writing a sequel after a ten year hiatus!!!!

Graduation by bat400 takes some of the dark storylines from Star Trek Enterprise and plays them out without giving them a neat resolution an episodic TV show demands. Fully explores the depths of tragedy but still pulls it back up to that Star Trek optimism at the end without undermining what came before at all. There are some annoying formatting issues in the AO3 copy from when it was imported, but the story itself still shines. A really well written story about grief, moral injury, and recovery.

Okay we've officially exhausted my "off the top of my head" all time favorites and I'm now mentally gibbering to myself about what else I should mention because clearly I have many favorites that rotate in the back of my mind the way normal people think about scenes and quotes from real books or poems jfkdn.

We will close with Sins and Virtues by Quordle, because I VIVIDLY REMEMBER the experience of reading this I think in high school. I remember pawing thorough livejournal for TrapHawk fic recs, absolutely QwQ at the dearth, and there was like. A single line in a review for another fic, "inspired by the excellent Hawkeye/Mulcahy fic Sins and Virtues by Jane Carnall" and I was SO COMPLETELY GOBSMACKED by the concept of shipping Mulcahy with anyone but especially Hawkeye, I just had to track down this fic. I eventually found her personal archive and started reading the series like "Okay... Okay... Augh. AAAAAAAUGHHHHHHH." I was seriously getting up to pace multiple times during Such as We. Something that really made the series stand out to me was how DIFFERENT it felt. It didn't follow the usual rhythm of tension and release in shippy fics, used none of the usual tropes or short hands- it felt very original, and I loved how historically grounded it was. Like I'm sure you've already read it but if anyone else reading this hasn't, highly highly recommend!!!

[erstwhilesparrow]

u are writing cannibalism fic? 👁️👁️

:D i am! i'm writing two, in fact. i'm presuming you saw the notes i posted last night, but here's the other notes from when i was brainstorming the first fic.

you want snippets? i'll give you snippets; that was a rhetorical question. (for my own amusement, the doc these are in is titled "Martyn eats a guy :]")

from the first fic:

“I’ll take care of him,” Scott says. Standing over the spectacle of it, knowing his own blood would be seeping up his shoelaces if he were real in the way Martyn is right now, he wants nothing more than this moment to himself. Martyn laughs, quietly, unknowing or uncaring of watchers, and Scott thinks, Try the fingers. I bet they would crunch like carrots.

“I could just kill him now,” Grian offers. Scott’s not looking at him. Scott’s looking at Martyn digging fingers into the warzone he’s left of the column of Scott’s throat and eating, reverently, furiously. Scott’s thinking he wants to rip some of that ruby-red shine off Martyn’s face and have it under his own teeth.

and also:

“I told you. Better you than anyone else,” Scott says, thunking the side of his head against Martyn’s. For now, they’re solid. They’re close enough to being real.

“Even with the…” Scott’s blood is still dripping down Martyn’s chin. Some of it has probably gotten in Scott’s hair.

Scott swipes a thumb along the line of Martyn’s jaw. Sticks it in his mouth and idly licks it clean. It’s blood, salt tang and metallic at the edges. It’s blood. Martyn is watching him out the corner of his eye, making no move to clean himself off.

and from the second fic: (yeah the character's name is sparrow, no i didn't do this on purpose, yes it is going to be deeply weird to write for a little bit but I Will Deal)

Sparrow gasps, “No, stop, stop stop stop—”

And the knife goes still. Scott tilts his head. “All good?”

“No, not ‘all good’—!” he exclaims, baring his teeth in a grimace. Exhales and whimpers when it moves the knife. “Yes, I’m—I’ll be all right. I just—was about to die.”

“Thank you for warning me,” Scott murmurs, sounding like he really means it. Sparrow gulps and doesn’t look down as he feels the flesh knitting itself back together around the knife. “This makes things so much easier, you have no idea.”

“Could just eat boiled carrots,” Sparrow jokes at the ceiling.

“How are you still alive?” Scott grumbles.

i'm thinking mostly about... both of these fics are about, like, extending the idea of scott's tendency to help and look after other people? for the first one, scott and martyn are each other's closest allies for basically that entire season, they live together and share food and do their level best to protect each other from harm, and i've seen it posited, kind of, that scott knew martyn's betrayal was coming, that he was sure of the fact of it if not the timing. i'm not sure i believe that, but i do think scott takes it in stride remarkably well. like someone showing up at your dinner table and eating more than you expected, but you go, "you want more? that's okay, here, have it all." like. yeah, okay, i won't fight you on this. you want this so much, and it will kill me, but i will give this to you anyway. scott has a reputation for looking after his allies. of course he's going to feed them.

as for the second one. there's a whole bit where sparrow and scott hang out in scott's kitchen and scott teaches him how to cook something other than boiled carrots and it's very sweet and i wanted to do That But More Fucked Up :] scott's nice to people!! he'll happily offer up food!! he keeps talking about how his teleporting around makes him hungry!! what is cannibalism about if not people being hungry for each other!! also, i don't tend to lean on the minecraft-ness of these settings as much as i could (you know i'm writing about block guys, right? if you're surprised at this point i don't know how to help you :P ) and i don't know how i'm going to translate the in-game health system but i DO think it could be really fun and cool to make the person you are literally carving open keep track of how much HP they have left so they don't die before you are done :] and then! as a fun bonding exercise after, you can share a meal :]

[softgrungeprophet]

i saw @kitausuret and @cannibal-wings do this so i thought it would be fun

First Lines of 10 most recent fics:

am excluding E-rated fics cause I'm not about to post peter bottoming out right in the open on tumblr dot com but obviously they're not that hard to find 😂

doing first standalone paragraphs because I have a tendency to start on single lines of dialogue

(your palms a prayer on my skin) (peterflash sort of, extended au, arguably a crackfic, but a depressing one)

The campus library was quiet, and the morning very early. A day with no classes for Peter until later in the afternoon, soon after Valentine's Day.

THE CURSE OF THE MAN-SPIDER (peterflash extended au but more specifically peter turning into a spider-monster)

"No! It's the man-spider! He's coming after us—!!" Flash held his breath, eyes glued to the screen despite himself, as he stared with wide-eyes and the heroine shrieked. Stalking giant spiders… overdramatic gore… So transfixed, he didn't notice Peter leaning close until…

Last week I started over again (peterflash sort of, some flashfel, extended au)

Fisk folded his hands on his desk and considered the man before him.

Why? (peterflash sort of, post-coma, canon non-compliant/semi fix-it of FNSM)

"How'd your PT go?" Peter stood in the kitchen, with an apple in-hand, peeling it in one long spiral just to see if he could (reminding himself of being young, watching his aunt cook, and eating the little bits of apple peel still with some crunch on them as she prepared them for baking.)

sweet amber (johnnywyatt fairy au)

Wyatt sighed as he made his way down the steps of the lighthouse tower and into the cottage below. The lamp burned strong above, the protective charms retouched, and now he shed his sweater in exchange for a blanket, laying himself down in bed with the alarm set to wake him in a few hours.

I hear the soft sigh of his inhale (harryflash roller disco au)

It was quiet, the music turned down way low over the loudspeakers, the house lights up but not the spotlights or the neons, just the dim yellow for off-hours. Keeping things visible.

When I come home at night (peterflash fake married fic, canon semi-compliant)

"Hey, Flash, how do you feel about pretending to be my wife?" Flash blinked and looked up from his menu. "Excuse me?"

When your heart's in your throat (johnny attacked by dracula)

Parties. Love 'em, hate 'em, they always had some kind of an energy to them.

I don't quite know/how to say/how I feel (peterflash but they don't act on it, also angst about gwen)

Flash ran his hand over his short hair, scrutinizing himself in the mirror. He hated having it like this, all cropped close, military-regulation. Sure, on a textural level it was nice to touch. But other than that fuzzy tactility it made his whole being feel off in an almost untraceable way. Like all the right pieces from all the wrong puzzles made into a picture anyway, and no matter how he looked at it, it just didn't click right.

gates of horn and ivory (spideytorch, johnny has nightmares about all the times he could have died)

So many ways he had gone, could have gone, might have gone. Struck by a bullet, too young to have the speed he had now, reaction too slow to melt it before impact.