#boys eatin his MEATS

[toxooz]

been following u for so so long and I get genuine whiplash when I see Ollie now vs how he looked when u first drew him like?????? what are they feeding this guy!!!!

to be loved is to be changed ig bc his metamorphosis will never not trip me out lmao

HES GOING TO BE 10 YEARS OLD NEXT YEAR OH MY GODDD

[semperamans]

danny is so in love with you n'gets a little weird about it!!! this is insane!!!

danny bein' pathetically obsessed with you :'(

danny who knows you're off limits, but he still can't help but think about you when he's in bed an' he can't sleep because you said hi to him a couple of hours ago and he's just supposed to act normal after that? :'(

danny who quietly watches the way benny n'johnny love on ya n'takes notes just in case he ever gets an opportunity. you like your jaw cupped when you're kissed - he could do that. you like rubbin' your face against the scruff of johnny's neck - danny could try growin' his out :'( he's not all that tall, but he bought these new boots with heels! you like tall boys, don't you? :'( and no, he's not the biggest guy around, but he's been eatin' all his meat and potatoes to bulk up - you'd like that, wouldn't you? :'(

danny who "accidentally" walked in on you throatin' benny the other night n'hasn't been able to think of anything since. he's perpetually hard :'( he's jerked his cock so much that it hurts - hurts so bad - but he can't help but pathetically fuck his fist over and over while he thinks of everything your pretty mouth can do :'( how you can smile n'how your laugh escapes your lips often too quickly for you to catch and how your cheeks hollow as you suck :'( danny swears he didn't know someone could look so pretty with tears and snot dribblin' down their face until he saw you wrapped around benny and oh god, he's gonna cum again.

danny who secretly carries a picture of you in his wallet :'( when he goes to new york for a photography program n'his roommates ask him who you are he lies through his goddamn teeth. "s'my girl." he tells 'em with a shrug as if it's not a big deal when it would very much be the biggest deal if you loved him. he's a fucking liar, but it really helps, he thinks. it eases the pain of the truth just a bit when he tells the guys about when the two of ya started dating - "summer a'last year. yeah, met 'er at this bar" - n'how you were each others' firsts - "first everythin', y'know? special shit. sharin' such a fragile thing like that." - oh, and how much your daddy loves 'em - "the old man n'i go fishin' from time to time. he's just waitin' for the day i propose" - and ugh he loves this life he has created!!! it's so good!!!

danny who comes back to chicago and you're... pregnant? he's happy! of course he is because, my god, you're glowin' and all the guys are overjoyed and danny definitely doesn't cry himself to sleep that night!!! no!!! that's weird!!! he'd never!!! and he'd certainly not fool himself into thinkin' that's his baby!!! that you're full of him!!! he would simply never do a thing like that!!!!

"yeah, we're due in february." lights from times square illuminate his smile.

"wow! congrats, danny boy!"

danny who is not crazy! he just loves you n'that little one growin' in your tummy. and, you know, even if he were a little crazy, that would be just fine, right? s'not like he'd ever let you know the depth of his affections an' johnny n'benny would surely kill 'em over it, so he just lives his life fuckin' infatuated with you. he lives a fuckin' lie because it's better to do that than to not have you at all.

[just--some--prompts]

Sentence/Conversation Starters:

Random things my friends and I have said over the years on Discord

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

✦ — Person A: “Something on my face?” Person B: “Yeah it's called being too handsome, now stop it.”

✧ — "Two cups of chicken broth, two cups of heavy cream, and then add the lego's–"

✦ — Person A: -makes struggling noises- Person B: "Are you ok?" Person A: "Nope" Person B: "Ok then"

✧ — "Don't shoot me! I'm pleasantly thick!"

✦ — "You’re starting another cult. You bitch."

✧ — Person A: "I’m allergic to honey because I’m allergic to beeeeeeees." Person B: "That's… not how it works?"

✦ — "You were here, you were our side hoe!"

✧ — "The hetero's are upsetero."

✦ — "Why does he not have clothes!?"

✧ — Person A: "We're not clean in the eyes of God." Persona B: "You're not clean in the eyes of your bathtub. How can you be clean in the eyes of God?"

✦ — "Consent is hot when you're fucking my life"

✧ — Person A: "You tire me" Person B: "Then go to bed"

✦ — "You were so far in the closet you were finding Christmas presents from 4 years ago!"

✧ — "I want... to put a pop-tart in his mouth. Do you like smores'?"

✦ — "Life of crime? Naw. Life of shaking ass? Sure."

✧ — Person B: "You're the opposite of a friendly boy." Person A: "What's the opposite of a friendly boy?" Person B: "A bitch."

✦ — -takes a fighting stance- “I'm ready to bite yo ass"

✧ — "People not talking to me? Ideal."

✦ — "You are all a burden upon my shoulders"

✧ — Person C: “Ima eat yo fucking al dente ass ligaments u Italian deviant” Person B: “You're welcome to. End my meat lineage.”

✦ — "Lol, simping for some sleep"

✧ — "Cucked for a soft pillow"

✦ — "Get cucked consciousness"

✧ — Person A: -struggles to breathe- Person B: "Breathe" Person A: "Who needs air?" Person B: "You need air to survive." Person A: "Debatable…" Person B: ".......shut up"

✦ — "I like my men like I like my food...  Genetically modified."

✧ — “Bitch, you got crabs?”

✦ — Person A: “Suc-Fuck you!” Person B: “You were gonna say suck.” Person C: “You were gonna say suck,” -Person C leans in closer- “that’s kinda gay bro.”

✧ — Person A: "So what are y’all talkin about?" Person B: "Uh... we were talking about gender reveals but with spaghetti"

✦ — "It's a millennial thing innit? Eatin' ass?"

✧ — "I'd stuff my face with you."

✦ — “Screams in slut, what!?”

✧ — Persona A: “I’m not mad.” Person B: “Don’t lie.” Person A: “Shut your whore mouth!”

✦ — -hands slam down on table- "They’ve had sex together!!!!"

✧ — "Rip in shit, binch. Sloshed and forgotten."

✦ — “This is how I die. Tell people it was something cool and not spicy egg salad.”

✧ — Person B: "You don't eat your phalanges [Person A]. Rookie mistake."

✦ — "When the Campbell's chunky take chunk out of you."

✧ — "Excuse me, Ma'am, can you put down a wet floor sign? You're a bit of a hazard."

✦ — "My gamer arthritis is making it hard for me to hold my wife's hand"

✧ — "Is this roller camping? .............I'm gonna fuck your mom."

✦ — Person A: "I struggle with his emotions–" Person C: "So does he."

✧ — "I thought by ‘squirt’ you meant that the clowns had venom sacks."

✦ — "We learned our lesson, don't convert–"

✧ — "You fed me eggs, now the government can track my location!!!"

✦ — Person C: "Anyway, back to the topic at hand–" Person B: "God, I wish his throat was under my hand–what?"

[theladyhibiscus]

Wild Link is perfect for the uh oh you found the toothpaste meme. I just don't know how to animate very well. But it would be Link saying this and Zelda waterboarding him with the toothbrush and he'll be hopping and jumping all over stones, trees, and stuff to evade.

Think about it: this boy been asleep for 100 years and since he woke up, he never brushed. Brotha up there eatin' Prime Raw Meat and Raw Bird Drumsticks, live Hylian Bass, snails of all kinds, and stuff. Y'all up here trying to set him with Zelda but she gotta get past that stank mouth first.

Breath of the Wild indeed.

Yeah, it's Tears of the Kingdom because his breath makes everybody's eyes water.

[shirtlessriotess]

Yeehawgust Day Two: Greener Pastures

Cattle sprawled over the landscape, grazing. A wide, shallow river cut through the herd, where cows, horses, dogs, and men stopped to drink. The noonday sun painted the plain vibrant shades of emerald. The summer breeze cooled Sid’s back from her seat on her red mare, scanning the wide plain. She spotted two of her fellow cowboys near the herd’s edge, some of the dozen or so guiding the droves of beef up to summer pasture. Their horses, one dun and one black, grazed near a hitching line set up between two trees.

“You settin’ up a siesta, boys?” Sid called, trotting over. “Who’s drawin’ the short straw?” 

Lanky, quiet Matsuko flashed her a grin. “Ya wanna find out?” He offered Sid the bundle.

“Well, I ain’t getting back in a saddle,” Sid swung off her saddle, wobbling and groaning as soon as her boots touched the ground. “I feel like a sailor with no sea legs.”

“Ain’t a cowboy got horse legs?”

“D’ya think horse legs’s good eating?” Commented broad, blonde Jack Rito. 

“Fuck no,” Sid responded, pulling a piece of journeybread from her saddlebag and settling into the soft grass. “Too much muscle on most of ‘em.” She split the journeybread into three and offered Matsuko and Jack each a piece.

“You eatin’ much horsemeat there, Sid?” Matsuko questioned, taking the bread.

“Cheap meat, desperate times.”

Jack shrugged from his reclined position, “Fair ‘nough, I guess.” He ripped up a piece of grass, placing it in Matsuko’s lap.

"What's this for?" Matsuko asked him.

"A gift," Jack said plainly. Matsuko hit him with his hat. "Hey! What's that for?"

"A gift in return."

[talesfrommedinastation]

Redneck Doug lost his goddamned mind over episodes 6 and 7

This is from a couple of weeks ago. Sorry I haven't posted it. But it's very short and I know folks will be disappointed.

Instead of getting a flurry of texts, this time, I ran into The Internet's Favorite Nerd Cajun earlier while we were both walking our dogs that morning.

Here's how it went:

"Hi Doug! Nice morning"-

"MEAT MUFFIN! MY BOYS!!!!"

"Say what?"

"THE BOYS!!!!!"

"Oh, yeah, The Bad Batch. What's up?"

Underneath is a desperate transcript of this happy old Cajun's shrieks of joy as we walked Jimmers and My Old Lady.

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Episodes 6 and 7: "The Boys are Back in Town: Parts 1 and 2"

My boys!

Rex and Jorge and Manny! MANNY!

THEY LIVING IT UP ON CASTLE GREYSKULL! THEY TEAMING UP WITH HE-MAN NOW?!?!

MY BOYS GETTING EVERYONE DINNER THEY EATIN PHO LIKE WE IN BAYOU LA BATRE YEAH BOYS!

Trigger and Nutsy going all bam bam pow and Nutsy took a flamethrower to a grenade and he's shot but he's off to good boy redneck Valhalla!

I will always love you, Nutsy!

Little Orphan Blondie and Daddy Warcrimes have toothpicks together!

The DOG SURVIVED! GO MUTANT JIMMERS GO!!!!!

THE FUCK YOU DOIN DADDY RAMBO WHY CAN'T YOU SNIFF OUT THE GUY FROM TRON CREEPING AROUND LIKE MY NIECE'S EX AROUND HER CONDO IN BOCA RATON?!?!?!

Woah run run run but the Guy from Tron* is going PEW PEW PEW!

Julio protecting the dog! Now there's the Guy from Tron chasing everyone and punching Daddy Warcrimes on the waterfall like it's Last of the Mohicans! Love that movie.

Who is The Guy from Tron?! Woah look at his knife work?

Now Bernardo's back too! ** I haven't seen Bernardo in forever!

And oh many Jorge and Daddy Warcrimes they got BEEF but they gotta work together and Toaster Strudel gave Blondie a new GUN such a good big brother!

*= CX2 is the Guy from Tron I guess.

**=Bernardo is Wolffe?

@skellymom @sued134 @cdblake1565 @amalthiaph @yeehawgeek

[marinerainbow]

//Okay so now I'm imagining for the Dragon AU Katherine starting out as this scullery maid for the dragons, cleaning in the kitchens to earn her freedom and in no way plotting her next escape (she tried the old tie the bedsheets down the tower routine. Psycho Demento caught her.) She serves them whatever entrails they've managed to catch while flying so she can make a serviceable meal for them. Smartaz is picky but the rest of them wolf down so much human food it's hard to really get half the preparation in. They'll eat raw chicken eggs and still flailing fish and giabt insects, horse meat and venison with its skin still on. Every so often they'll chomp into apples and leave nothing not even the pips.

Then when Katherine becomes a hunter gatherer for them and tries to shoot down easy prey or find wild, non poisonous berries and mushrooms or trade a butcher in the next village for his best cut of mutton, they start to respect her skills more. Hvæsa offers his back as a carriage since her human legs struggle to keep up with them. She'll get in the way of raids when she sees there are mothers with children in the vicinity and will sometimes sneak into houses to warn families that she saw dragons heading their way and give them time to evacuate. Other times she will escape into the forest until they've finished looting.

One day she saves Smartaz from being downed and slain by another hunter by pushing into him so he loses control of his crossbow. He rages at her and she rages with her and she fights him off as much as she can but he slaps her face so hard it reddens. Preparing to do more damage with a weapon he spies Unctuo and decides his glistening hide will make a perfect sell on the black market. Kitty without much strength to get up tries crawling after him but she hears the hunter's yelps. As if he's been tripped. Demento has camouflaged and used his tail as a tree root and is now cackling manically. The hunter being ambushed by the dragons who land in a circle around him, draws his weapon while Smartaz draws the sarcasm. They demand he hand over whatever he has or they'll burn him to a crisp. He starts some grand speech about how he's the greatest dragon hunter in the land and he's been hired as mercenary to bring their heads to the queen of a neighbouring kingdom. Kitty weakly throws rocks at his feet from under a stone underpass and he discovers her and drags her out. When Smartaz angrily tells him to let go of their slave he threatens to slit her throat unless they give themselves up to him. Smartaz thinks for a moment, then tells Unctuo to cut the sack loose and empty the loot. He's about to protest but does so anyway. Smartaz says they can have this bag in return for their servant. The hunter ponders over the treasure then laughs.

"This is a measly offer, for a meowle who cost me the pink coat of a pygmy dragon."

Smartaz stops. What is he talking about? He looks over Kitty, red in the face, barely standing, he looks to the hunter's bow.

"Boys...sick 'im."

At once the dragons are upon him. Firey breath is unleashed and in his place lies two smoking shoes. Demento encourages Kitty to pick them up. Smartaz announces they're going home to eat and Kitty doesn't say a word on the way back to the castle.

She weakly prepares a bird or two they caught and carries it into the great hall. She's about to ascend the staircase when Smartaz pipes up "Where do ya think ya goin'? Yer eatin' with us!"

Kitty looks to a spare chair. She sits down, in between Hvæsa and Jobbernowl...and devours the cooked fowl.

I felt like I was about to reach through the screen and destroy this hunter myself for hurting Katherine. But the dragon mafia took care of that for me 😌 though she definitely could use some comfort now. Someone get this girl a book and some warm tea! (Fleurs on it)

I love all of this!!! Gooooooddd I just want to write it out. Really. Demento can camouflage?? (I never thought of that for Dragon Psycho, but it's so perfect!) Kitty doing her best to save her acquaintances, the dragons getting protective of her abd starting to treat her better!!! This is such a slow-burn wholesome story that I wish I could see animated ^^

Imagine that after the fall of The Dark One, Katherine will still visit her new Dragon friends! Or they pick her up. That'd probably be easier. They go on hunting trips, share the spoils, catch up with each other, etc. She's not expected to prepare the food anymore, but she still does; she doesn't want to eat raw food herself 😆 but it's also for them too. She also tells them where they can or can't raide, and they will listen because they are all friends now! (At least take it into consideration??? Come on boys.)

[godkilller]

GORE AND THE GROTESQUE DID NOT BRING GIN DISGUST, he gutted his first man when he was still only a boy, and numerous more to come after that blizzard in the Rukongai. By the time Gin joined the ranks of the Fifth, blade dripping crimson in the moonlight, a splash of blood upon a pale cheek, he had a sizeable kill count to justify the rumors, the nickname given to him, of hypponzashi. A boy who carried a hundred blades in one, surrounded by hundreds of corpses.

The idle stripping of meat from bone merely spoke back to the time small hands had to strain and pull to free Shinso's bite from becoming wedged between the ribs of a fallen foe. The subsequent sickening pop when his zanpakuto finally squelched free had him empty his stomach moments later into the damp grass, marking his first and final moment of weakness in the wake of a kill. It did not phase him; Gin was accustomed to the bloodshed and death that surrounded him now.

Maybe he'd snark at the Arrancar about the state of those white clothes, but Gin reckoned it'd mean very little. Not like Hollow were exactly clothed up until Aizen came along, anyway. He was lucky Renji had pants on at the moment. Whilst Renji ate, Gin crouched, curious in observation as the Hollow sought idle understanding. Intriguing, to watch those gears turn to grasp at something so vastly different from oneself. Like a pup tilting its head and twitching its ears to comprehend a new sound -- cute.

❝ Shinigami'll eat similar animals, 'cept they ain't Hollow, 'n some plants that grow in Soul Society. The plants're grown 'n the meat's cooked -- fish're pulled from bodies of water 'n cooked, too, but sometimes can be eaten raw. Kinda like how you're eatin' that Hollow. I hear th' World of the Livin's got way more advanced with their food production, though -- I wouldn't mind tryin' out some of their lil snacks. I doubt it'd give me much energy, if any, though. ❞

continued from here. @monkifuraibo!

[psychocharlie]

Charlie and Dennis get a meat dispute

TW: cannibalism

One night Dennis and Charlie are in the basement again, burning bodies together. And this is certainly not the first time this has happened. The common cause, if you can call it that, has formed a special connection between them, unlike anything else. Sometimes, they met in the basement without even agreeing on it. And they began to spend time together way more often when they share the same secret.

And so, on one of these dark basement nights, Dennis suddenly notices Charlie taking a large butcher knife in one hand, and his victim's hand – in the other. That was a young man, clearly the marginal and obviously engaged in robbery and probably drug dealing, until he was lucky enough to meet Charlie on his way.

Dennis makes this assumption only by external signs he sees: a little shabby sportswear, a lot of scars on the man's strong arms, a chain around his neck, which was absolutely not elegant and didn’t even fit his general look at all, victim was clearly worn it simply to emphasize that the man got money. Dennis knew this type. Most likely, he assaulted Charlie somewhere under the bridge, where he loved to hang out for strange unknown reasons. And soon he regretted it. 

But this was only Dennis's guess, he didn't know for sure. They never talked about their victims, about who they were, how and why they killed these people. No. They talked about the emotions they feel while doing this, about what they feel after, about ways to get rid of bodies, about their fears, but not about killing. As if it was too personal for each of them to share. As if sharing it means finally turning them into a monsters. But they were already monsters.

In front of Dennis, Charlie sticks a knife into the man's arm just above the elbow and cuts the skin with a sharp, confident movement. Only to push it apart as much as possible, bend down and bite into it with his teeth, biting into the flesh like a wild animal.

Dennis drops his jaw at the sight. He can't make a sound for a minute, but then he starts yelling at his accomplice in shock.

– Charlie, you stupid son of a bitch, what are you doing?! Are you insane?

– Am eatin'.

Charlie looks up from his thing for just a moment and stares at Dennis, licking his bloody lips.

– Well, man, you know, I decided that since I killed him anyway, then it's not good to waste good meat just like that. Look at this all. It's like a ton of meat here. And guy doesn't give a shit what we do to him anymore, so why not eat? Then I won't have to buy food, at least. And this little janitor don't prints money, you know.

Dennis calms down a little, because he sees some sense in his friend's arguments and nods. 

– Yeah. You're right about that, buddy. But don't eat it raw. At least I'm roasting this.

– So you eat human flesh too?

Charlie's voice goes into falsetto from surprise.

– Sort of. I've only tried it a couple of times. I also decided that it would be stupid to waste the resources that I have, you know. But raw? It's just fucking crazy. That's disgusting, Charlie! 

Charlie just shrugs.

– I just like it this way. Sometimes I cook, but more often eat raw. I like how blood tastes. Try it, pal, you'll like it.

Dennis is writhing in disgust at Charlie's offer. 

– You’ll get worms because of the raw meat!

- Oh no. Nothing to do with worms. I definitely won't get them.

– How the hell can you be so sure? 

– They don't like the paint I drink.

– JESUS, CHARLIE!! How are you even still alive?

– Mom vaccinated me against all diseases when I was a boy. So my immunity is veeeery strong.

– GODDAMNIT, CHARLIE. 

Dennis rolls his eyes and turns away, listening to Charlie chewing his raw meat. He thinks how disgusting, unhygienic and just dangerous it is. But Charlie's words won't get out of his head for a long time. So the next time he kills, he won't hold back and try it anyway. And that's will be... actually pretty good.

After that, he'll go to the pharmacy and buy three different types of anthelmintic pills at once.

[crimsonbathed]

[ BURN ] - sitting at a fire they built, he's pulling their rustic skewer away from the flame (much to her distaste). "Hey, it's already dead--no need to kill it twice, yeah? Oh, you... like it like that? Well, I'll take mine off. You can eat all the blackened bird you want. I, for one, like eatin' my meat before it turns to ash."

Meme Source X Trigger warnings: Animal Death, animal violence, descriptions of carnage.

Warmth licked at her face as Carrion sat atop a rock behind the giant. For the fire was too hot that it felt as though she would melt in to a puddle of disgusting slop, should she dare venture any closer. Though the smell of charring meat dared her to crawl closer. To reach in and tear the meal to bits. Her mind however, knew better than to risk moving even an inch closer to the hungry flames as they danced in the air. Enchanting her with their bright colors and chaotic nature. Truly free. An amazing force that threatened all who dared to imprison or control it. Such a lovely thing. Her attention, was stolen from the beautiful fire, however, by the boys remark.

"You dare insult me?" She hissed, wasting no time to throw a good sized stone at his neck, followed by an assault of smaller pebbles. The bird in question had barely even begun to change in color. For its eyes were still beady black orbs staring at her, terror frozen behind glossy hues. There was no sign of them lightening in to the gleaming white that allowed her to see her own reflection. It's feathers were puffed and crisping at the edges, perfect toothpicks to pick out lingering gristle after she enjoyed the meal. If the feathers did not harden, then they would break between her gums, and she would have to find a twig to dig out not only the feather, but the original gristle. It would be a nightmare most uncalled for.

"Perhaps I should place your arm above the fire to see just how long it takes for you to consider it to be turning to ash." Carrion took to the air, her fingers taking a strong grip of his ear as she pulled and tugged his head towards and away from the fire by the pointed tip. Laughter reverberated within her throat before she darted away from him, returning to the spot she previously resided. "You should know that just because things appear to be blackened by the flames, it does not mean they are burned. When mine is tender and fair, whilst you chew and recoil at the tough, raw insides of your meal, you will see what I mean."

[trashytummiez]

A Painfully "Exotic" Shake

So @fungusfangs made an incredibly cute little sequence yesterday with Fatgum and Tamaki that involved Tamaki drinking a really horrible protein shake full of all manner of various meats to store him with extra abilities. It was so funny I had to make a fuller fic for it especially since it got me back on my 'maki bend~ >////<

"Here ya go! Down the hatch kid~" Fatgum insisted in his jovial way upon handing Tamaki a very peculiar looking protein shake.

The elf-eared boy shifted anxiously when he looked down at the thick bubbling drink. "S-So much...?!" Tamaki asked in a way that almost sounded like a nervous whimper. "...It's so heavy..."

"Ya so best t'try and drink it fast so ya don't notice the taste...or texture..." Fatgum insisted with a beaming smile and a heroic thumbs up.

Tamaki nervously sniffed at the rather sizable shake in his hands. If that wasn't enough to make him cringe the gurgling erupting from the beverage definitely was.

"...W-What's even in here...?" Tamaki asked in a soft but exasperated way.

Fatgum's beaming smile gave way to a flat expression.

"...Uhhh...s-sensei? What's in this drink...?" Tamaki repeated.

Fatgum may have been Japanese but the deafening silence clearly screamed 'pleading the fifth'.

"Sensei?! What is in this?!?" Tamaki nervously yelled out now visibly shaking adorably with fear at what Fatgum was asking him to ingest.

"...Dragonfruit!" Fatgum insisted with a terribly unconvincing smile.

"Dragonfruit doesn't burble like that!!" Tamaki fearfully shouted back.

Oh god it was churning. Was what Fatgum wanted Tamaki to drink even meant for human consumption?!

"Y-You'll be fine! Honest!" Fatgum insisted. "It's...uh...a turbo recipe!"

"That isn't a thing!!"

"Fer a kid with a quirk that involves eatin'? S-Sure it does! It's...y'know...fer yer quirk! We wanted t'jam pack as many animals into a single protein source as possible so-"

"-You made an exotic animal smoothie?!??!" Tamaki all but shrieked with wide-teary eyes of horror.

"...Well it...kinda sounds bad when ya word it like that..." Fatgum admitted sheepishly.

The pro hero sighed in defeat when he saw Tamaki trembling in that fearful way of his at the mere thought of touching a "drink" like that.

"...Alright maybe I got carried away," Fatgum admitted a little more sincerely. "Thing is kid...we dunno how this showdown's gonna go tomorrow. It's all on the line and I just wanna make sure yer as prepared as can be fer what lies ahead. But even I wouldn't touch that shake with a twelve foot stick of taffy..."

Tamaki's shaking steadily leveled out while his fearful expression softened. He knew the truth to Fatgum's words. What they were up against tomorrow~there was no guarantee any of them would survive. Something like the liquid abomination in his hands may have come in very handy in a pinch if it gave him access to a whole slew of different abilities.

So he stiffened his back~undid his vest so only his tight long sleeved spandex shirt remained then took a deep and steady breath.

"Uh kid? What're ya-"

Fatgum's face once again drew blank when to his utter shock and horror Tamaki raised the big thick cup with both hands and actually started chugging it down.

Tamaki clenched his eyes shut and didn't want to think about the horrible chunky concoction flowing down his gullet. He just wanted to get it all in as fast as humanly possible.

The elf eared boy chugged so hard that Fatgum could hear his throat squelching with each disgustingly wet and loud gulp Tamaki gave.

He wasn't stopping either.

For as timid and anxious as Tamaki was the boy was one of the biggest eaters Fatgum knew besides himself and Kirishima. Tamaki could not only eat a whole heck of a lot but he could consume it incredibly fast.

Fatgum himself fought back a gag when he saw the purple horror dribble down from the sides of Tamaki's mouth. He was chugging so much so fast that the godless concoction was starting to spill down onto his spandex.

With Tamaki's vest undone his lean tummy was extenuated by how tightly the spandex wrapped around his body. But because of how big and how heavy the "shake" was Tamaki's stomach started to bulge out a little beneath his spandex. There was a curve to the front of his tummy that was beginning to grow a little rounded the more he downed his protein shake without stopping.

Tamaki breathed heavily through his tiny nostrils but didn't think about how nasty it tasted or how it felt rushing down his throat. He just had to get it in his belly and be done with it. So he just chugged and chugged to where he was tearing up. So much air was filling his tummy all at once and breathing was starting to hurt. But he was almost done. He just had to finish a little bit more.

Fatgum was watching on edge like he was watching a horror movie on the verge of a really bad jumpscare.

He wasn't joking when he said Tamaki was the strongest of any of the heroes.

Anyone who could chug something that dreadful the way Tamaki was had might not even the all time greats could top.

One hand fell to his tummy and gently rubbed it while he drank what remained of the "shake". God he felt so full already. Tamaki could eat so much more than what this terrible shake had to offer but it just felt so weighty and from a liquid slurry it just sat heavier in his increasingly rounder belly than a buffet worth of food.

Every gulp Tamaki gave was audible and painfully thick sounding. His thin athletic throat continued to throb and pulsate as more and more of the sickening mixture poured into him. He was trying desperately not to think about how terrible it all tasted and the uncomfortable thickness of the texture that Fatgum warned him about. But it was getting harder.

To Fatgum amazement and horror though~the boy managed to chug every last drop of that monstrosity down.

Tamaki groggily dropped the sizable plastic cup onto the floor and stepped back with a sickly groan. His belly subtly jiggled with each step he took~the concoction sloshing inside of him noisily. Tamaki's mouth was stained with that disgusting purple substance~some of it dripping down his chin messily. Both of his hands slowly ran up and down his painfully heavy tummy to try and settle it down while it gurgled so loudly and painfully that even Fatgum cringed at the sound.

"...Uhhh...k-kid...? You okay there...?" Fatgum asked nervously.

Tamaki looked too dazed and out of it to tell if he even heard what Fatgum asked him. But then the gurgling in his tummy grew so aggressive that Fatgum could actually see it ripple slightly against his stretched out spandex. Tamaki's face grew green as he quickly covered his mouth.

Frantically Fatgum rushed to his young sidekick's aide quickly rubbing his back tenderly to try and settle his body down. "Ah crap. Yer okay yer okay," he repeated with a cringe to his own rounded face expecting the worst.

A thick gurgle rose up Tamaki's throat and puffed out his cheeks. Fatgum looked away not wanting to see what was to come after Tamaki's hand got blown back from his mouth. To his relief and surprise though Tamaki didn't throw up violently.

Nope. Instead Tamaki let out a gigantic burp~louder and harder than anything Fatgum had ever heard from the boy in their many eating sessions. All that air Tamaki took in from drinking in one go without stopping had built up a painful pressure pocket desperately in need of expulsion. So much had been built up that the monstrous eructation shy anxious Tamaki was uncontrollably releasing lasted an unheard of ten seconds!

"Holy crap kid! That had t'be a record!" Fatgum praised in awe.

Tamaki just groaned after and wiped his mouth clean. "...Unnnf...that tasted terrible..." he mumbled groggily. Then Tamaki gave a deep hiccup that made his belly bounce and slosh which in turn only made him burp again and cover his mouth with a groggy blush.

"C'mon. Let's sit fer a bit while that...uh...'shake' settles yeah?" Fatgum insisted.

Tamaki nodded with a soft pained huff and gently patted his tummy.

Fatgum let Tamaki lean against his huge blubbery body for support while cradling his full bloated tummy with one hand while the two made their way to the seats. They were careful not to move too fast and upset Tamaki's tummy any more than it already was. But due to how heavy the concoction was even the subtlest of motions made everything simmering inside of Tamaki slosh around noisily and churn aggressively.

Partway in Tamaki stopped walking and held a fist up to his mouth to give an incredibly thick and meaty closed mouth burp that he seemed barely able to hold in. Then an even longer one rolled out of him and stretched for almost four seconds straight. Tamaki huffed in a sickly way and hunched over to clutch his mildly curvy thighs~his pooching tummy sagged down when he did. He could feel another big one brewing in his belly. His throat hitched with a deep breath and eventually Tamaki let out another huge burp that Fatgum could see rippled Tamaki's sagging tummy when it expelled out of him so intensely.

"...Heh. Gonna give Red Riot some real competition after this fight is over ain'tcha!" Fatgum said with an almost convincing smile while he gently patted Tamaki's back with his meaty palm.

Tamaki couldn't hold back a little moan of pained relief but only the subtlest bit. He tried to stifle a sharp hiccup that left him groaning and stood back up cradling his tummy. He continued to lean against Fatgum occasionally hiccuping into the round pro-heroes blubber until the two reached a couch to sit on. Tamaki was pulled towards Fatgum just due to the whole couch sinking until the giant heroes massive blubbery frame.

Fatgum very gently put his hand on Tamaki's belly. With how large Fatgum was his hand covered the entirety of that soft curved out bloat. He only needed to move his meaty palm just slightly around to rub into Tamaki's troubled tummy.

Tamaki sighed heavily while Fatgum managed a small more genuine smirk. "Heh. Betcha wish this was Lemillion showin' yer gut some love huh."

The elf eared boy blushed heavily at that comment but given the circumstances all he could do was nod and groan. He couldn't help but long for his boyfriends hands on his tummy rubbing it up and down and kneading into all the right spots that only Mirio knew how to rub. Or the way his finger would tease across Tamaki's oh so sensitive belly button. Mirio always knew how to just make Tamaki's tummy feel better under any circumstances. And with the risks they were all about to face he longed for the comfort of his boyfriend now more than ever.

Tamaki's thoughts were interrupted when his stomach gurgled a thick strained sounding gurgle. It was like his insides were choking on the monstrosity now digesting inside of the boys innards. Slowly Tamaki could feel the properties of those various meats and whatever else Fatgum just fed him beginning to be absorbed. He was going to need a full rundown of what it was he just drank~but only after he digested.

Hearing now when his tummy was so heavy and sickly was only a guarantee that he'd immediately puke it all back up.

"Yer gonna be fine kid," Fatgum insisted sincerely. "I got no clue how tomorrow's gonna play out. But I ain't worried 'bout you one bit. You've always been strongest of the strong...and uh...given the extra firepower yer gonna be packin'...I almost feel sorry for those poor evil bastards yer gonna plow through..."

Tamaki huffed when an especially thick and unpleasant churning sound bellowed from his belly. Fatgum could actually feel Tamaki's tummy jostle beneath his palm from the force of it. He once again brought a fist to his mouth and let rip a really loud closed mouth burp that ballooned his cheeks out~it was impressive that he could even hold that one in like that given how hard it rushed up.

The boy blew the gas off to the side with a blush and looked on. Despite the pain in his belly there was something else eating at him. "...I don't want anyone else to die," he muttered quietly. "...I wanna graduate so I can spend more time with Mirio. I wanna see Red Riot graduate too so all of us can go out to a buffet together and celebrate..."

Tamaki huffed and slumped forward again while his stomach gurgled deeply.

"Uh...maybe don't mention food right now kid," Fatgum said with a half-hearted chuckle.

Tamaki nodded in acknowledgement. But then he turned his head away from Fatgum and seemed to wipe his eyes.

Fatgum's expression softened. He took his hand off of Tamaki's tummy and wrapped his hand around Tamaki's sides pulling him close to Fatgum's huge blubbery body like a big brother giving his baby brother a one armed hug.

"We're gonna win this thing kid. I promise ya that. And when we do? All of us. We're goin' to any sushi boat'uh yer choosin'. All you can eat. Sound good?" Fatgum asked and lightly thumped Tamaki on the back.

Or at least he thought it was light.

Because that thump was enough to dislodge a sizable pocket of gas which rushed up Tamaki's throat~causing the boy to let out a massive echoing burp that rattled out of him so hard Fatgum could even feel the springs of the couch vibrate.

It left him panting and blushing but also blinking with surprise at the unexpected action.

Fatgum was left blinking much the same way.

Then the two shared a confused chuckle that eventually just turned into both mentor and student laughing aloud.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then!" Fatgum joked.

Tamaki giggled and wiped his eyes again but this time from laughter.

The two of them sighed while Fatgum continued to gently rub Tamaki's back. Tamaki's tummy seemed a little deflated and the gurgling while still noisy wasn't as aggressive or painful as it had been earlier.

Still. One thought crept into his mind.

"...So seriously sensei...what was in that shake..."

[spooky-luvur]

Oh, Arthur

_______________

“How much we got?”

“Less than a rabbit.”

“The hells that mean?”

“It means, we need somethin’ else or we’ll have to start eatin’ each other!”

Pearson laughs, and (M/n) starts too as well but a sharp look from Miss Grimshaw quickly turns it into a cough.

He clears his throat, “someone ‘otta go out and hunt. I’ll do it.”

A heavy hand lays itself on the man’s shoulder, and he turns his head to meet his husbands disapproving look.

“Naw, you ain’t. There ain’t a rabbit or a deer left in this forest. I’ll go to town and buy somethin’ from the butcher.”

(M/n) snorts and pats Arthurs hand, “Thought you was against wastin’ money.”

“It ain’t wasting if it means we eat.”

“It’s wastin’ if I can just go out a few extra miles and bring back a deer or two, free of charge,” (M/n) waves his hand at the tree line.

“That’ll take days.”

“I’ve been gone longer.”

Arthur sighs and rubs a hand down his face. His husband, bless him, is very stubborn. And very eager to help his family. Even if that means running straight into gunfire to grab a sack of vegetables (yes that actually happened. Arthur wouldn’t even let him go to town for days after that).

But he supposed (M/n) was right. Not that he could have said no to him in the first place, he admits that taking a few days to bring back food that’ll last them weeks would be worth it. Especially if it’s still in this region, and not out in the deserts of New Austin or something else real far away.

He would do the same. He has done the same. Plenty of times.

So, looking into his expectant eyes, Arthur nods. “Okay.”

It’s quiet, showing he doesn’t like the idea of (M/n) going into potentially dangerous territory. He didn’t know what he would do if he lost the love of his life to a rival gang.

By god, Colm would have hell to pay.

“Great. I’ll talk to Dutch about it. Meet me by the horses in a few.” (M/n) pats Arthur’s chest before tipping his hat at Grimshaw and starting off in the direction of Dutch’s tent.

———

“I don’ know, darlin’. What if there’s a bear?”

(M/n) rolls his eyes but smiles as he fastens his horses saddle.

“Then I’ll pretend I’m you. All big and mean and scary.” He moves his hands to the straps over Arthur’s shoulders, lightly tugging at them. The man huffs softly.

“I ain’t that scary.”

“No,” he takes his face in his hands and presses a kiss to his bearded cheek, “you ain’t.” He pulls back and looks into Arthur’s sea-green eyes. He loves those darn eyes.

“I love you, Mr. Morgan. I’ll be back before you know it. Keep the bed warm for me.”

Arthur’s eyes soften as he pulls his husband close. He brings the hand with the gold wedding band up to his lips, kissing the warm metal.

“Of course, Mr. Morgan.”

——

Everyone in the camp is buzzed with excitement; the thought of fresh, warm deer (or other) meat is enough to make them push through a day without eating. The second day is a bit harder, especially on little Jack, but Charles finds some berries for the boy to have.

Arthur sits on his cot as he thumbs through his journal. His fingers brush over the newest page, from yesterday.

(M/n) has gone several miles out to hunt. I do not like him being out in a foreign forest for that long. But, being the stubborn fool he is, did not let anyone have second thoughts on the matter. He would not have listened to them anyway

In the corner of the page is a soft doodle of the man’s hat. Arthur brushes over it, and the edges smudge just a bit. He sighs and stands, shutting the book.

“Arthur,”

the man pauses in his tracks.

“if you are coming to tell me how worried you are once again, son, I must ask you to bring your worries to someone like Hosea.”

“Dutch, I just-“ Arthur wipes his hand on his arm, though it’s clean. “I just-“

Dutch sighs and sets down the antique he was examining. He approaches Arthur and sets a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Arthur. Your husband, my brother, is a very capable man.”

“I know that, Dutch.”

“So you must have faith in him that he will return soon and safe. (M/n) wouldn’t let anything happen to himself.”

But Arthur knows Dutch. He sees the creases in the man’s forehead, the pinch in his face. He’s worried too.

“It’s only been a day and a half, Arthur. Give him some more time. He would ask it of you as well, I’m sure.”

He’s right. (M/n) would.

He nods. “Alright. Couple more days.”

Dutch pats him on the back. “Good man.”

———

They gave it a couple more days. And then a few more. And when it reached four days of (M/n) being gone, Dutch was the one to come to Arthur and tell him he had sent Charles out to see if he could find him.

“Just let me-“

Dutch holds his hands up before he can finish.

“Arthur, I know you want to go out and look for him but right now I need you here. Charles is the best tracker we’ve got. If (M/n) is in the area, he will be found- I can promise you that.”

Javier tugs on Arthur’s arm.

“C’mon compadre, come sit by the fire.”

Arthur relents and follows him, taking his hat off as he sits on the log and runs a hand through his hair. It’s silent for a few moments before Bills scoffs, a scowl on his face.

“There ain’t no way the man’s gotten himself in trouble. I’ve seen him wrestle a cougar!”

“You sure it wasn’t just a really big cat?” Javier snickers, getting a mean look from Bill.

“Ain’t that what a cougar is?” Arthur raises a brow.

“I reckon he’s in a ditch with a hole in his head.”

The chatter stops and all attention turns to the man whittling a hunk of wood at the end of the log. Micah glances up at Arthur and smirks, spreading his arms wide.

“Might want to get on your horse and go get some food, cowpoke.”

Arthur’s jaw clenches, but he can’t hardly do anything about Micah at the moment.

But Grimshaw can, given she grabs the blond man by the back of the coat and drags him away from the fire, spitting curses at him all the while.

Arthur sighs and Javier sends him a sympathetic nod.

“He’ll be back. He always comes back.”

———

Javier’s words run through Arthur’s head even three months later as he stands in the forest a long ways away from camp, rifle clutched in his trembling hands.

His husbands sweet golden horse, Lasso, lays dead at his feet. The once shiny coat is matted and almost brown with dirt and mud.

And caked in dry blood. It covers the entire side of the horse, along with some of its rear. There’s a smear on its neck that Arthur can make out as a hand.

Charles slowly stands from his crouched position by the poor creature. He rubs his face after wiping his hands off.

“Arthur-“

“It his?”

Charles stands as still as possible, keeping his eyes on the rifle in the other man’s hands.

“The horse starved, Arthur. The blood is (M/n)‘s.”

Arthur can’t even nod. His shoulders shake after a moment, and his grip loosens enough for Charles to carefully take the gun from him, hanging it over his own shoulder.

Arthur heaves, bending over and bracing himself against a nearby tree.

Charles shakes his head before taking a step away to search the nearby area for a body.

Arthur sags against the tree, hand covering his eyes, heavy breaths making his chest hurt.

The presence of the horse covered in his husbands blood is heavy, and even thinking about it drains him so much that he stumbles when he straightens back up.

Arthur doesn’t know how long he stands there against the tree, but eventually Charles returns. He’s silent, standing there a moment before meeting Arthur’s wet eyes.

“I didn’t find him.”

He doesn’t dare reassure Arthur that (M/n) might be alive. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself if he gave his friend that kind of hope if it turned out to be false.

Charles closes his eyes as Arthur begins to sob.

———

He has not had to lay in a cold bed in a long time.

Usually, (M/n) would make sure the blankets are up to their chins on cold nights, and around their ankles on hot ones. Either way, Arthur would still be warm because of him.

But now, although it’s humid, Arthur feels the chilly absence of him. And not just in the bed. It’s apparent around the camp, too.

Arthur had not seen Dutch in anything but simple pants and his union suit in weeks. His hair was hardly slicked back, and instead was tousled from him constantly running his hands through it. He spends most of his time in his tent, now. Never enjoying a moment or two on the edge of the camp enjoying the view.

Arthur isn’t any better. If anything, he’s worse.

He doesn’t eat unless one of the ladies begs him to. Even then, he can’t hardly keep anything down. He’s lost so much weight that he feels ashamed of it. (M/n) loved his belly, and now if he presses lightly he can feel his ribs.

He only “shaves” by chopping a few inches off his hair and beard every several weeks. It gets itchy, but he can’t muster up enough energy to actually do anything about it.

He’s awful.

And he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep doing this without him.

———

-nine months later-

“Mornin’ Arthur.”

“Mornin’ John.”

John yawns, the scars on his face stretching with the movement, and pours himself a cup of coffee.

“Dutch call you over yet?”

Arthur rubs his chin. “Naw. What’s he want?”

“Somethin’ about a map Javier found,” he takes a swig of the bitter drink, “was too damn tired to listen to much of anything else.”

After a few more minutes of standing there by the pot, Dutch calls Arthur over to his tent. The man is bent over the table, a dirty parchment spread out on it.

“Map?” Arthur asks.

Dutch nods, making another mark on it with an ink pen.

“Damn O’Driscoll’s slipped and left it behind. It marks their hideouts, Arthur. Their safe houses. Do you understand the edge this could give us?”

Arthur nods smoothly. “Sure. We goin’ to take a look?”

“Yes. You and John will go to this one,” he taps a place on the map as Arthur leans over to look, “outside of Strawberry.”

Dutch, as most of the rest of the gang, had eventually kind of recovered from the death of (M/n).

Kind of, because he had gotten harder on everyone. More tired, and less willing to deal with things he would have put up with before his brother had disappeared. But he still loves the gang, even if he doesn’t express it as much as he used to.

It had been a year, after all.

The two men ride silently beside one another. They had been riding all day, and there was nothing else to talk about at the moment, so they somehow settled with silence.

Arthur wasn’t too fond of it.

He’s looking down at his hands which are loosely holding onto the horses reigns. His thumb rubs over the bare spot on his ring finger.

After a while, it had become far too painful to look down at his hands so many times a day for so many things and see the golden band. He had wrapped it in a soft cloth and tucked it into a small pocket in his satchel. He hasn’t even looked at it since.

They’re coming up to the shack as the sun is coming down, taking its glow with it. John lights a torch after he gets down off his horse, since the moon was covered by the tall trees and provided little to no light. He holds it a ways in front of him, and if the two men squint, they can make out a couple guards casually sitting on crates in the front yard. Rifles are propped up against the sides.

“Alright. I’ll go up, distract ‘em. Then you can come in and take ‘em out quick.”

Arthur snorts quietly. “Distract ‘em how? With your naturally good looks?”

“Please,” John scoffs. “I’m not (M/n).”

Arthur had time to heal, of course. Had time to warm the bed by himself again, to relearn how to wrap his hands after he messes them up too bad, to stop grabbing two cups instead of one out of habit.

But it stings when he still thinks about it. About him. Brings tears to his eyes more often then not, but he can see the regret on Johns face quicker than they can spring up and begin blurring his vision. Neither of the two say anything for a moment before John nods and straightens up. He heads into the clearing without another word.

Arthur rubs the back of his neck, sighing deeply. Then he grabs his gun and follows him.

The two guards are taken out quickly enough, thanks to John blabbering off a distracting story about losing his gimpy horse. ‘Silver as gold, you see him?’ ‘Um-‘

The ruckus causes the front door to bust open, a few more guards spilling out. John’s hat is shot off his head but that’s as close as either of them get to having an injury.

Sighing, Arthur keeps his pistol in his hand and pushes open the broken door, peering inside. All he can see from this angle is a dirty table with trash on it, so he pushes it open all the way and steps inside. John grabs his hat, grumbling about the hole in it, and takes the torch he had stuck in the ground before the shooting started.

“I’ll check up,” he nods toward the rafters and hands Arthur the torch before grabbing onto the latter, hoisting himself up.

Meanwhile, Arthur examines the room he’s in. It’s single, given that it’s only a small shack, and has nothing but a torn cot in the corner and a table with some chairs. He wipes a finger on the table and it comes back caked in dust which he wipes off on his pants. He takes a step forward to look at the cot when his shoe catches on something.

Looking down, he sees a tiny rug barley covering what is obviously a hatch in the floor. He moves the rug aside with his foot and crouches down. Tugging on the latch, he can see that it’s unlocked and he can pull it right open. He can’t see anything besides a foot or two past his face thanks to the darkness, so he knocks on the wooden floor to get the attention of anyone that might be hiding.

He hears some shuffling, so he frowns and carefully descends down the short latter, keeping a tight grip on his gun with his other hand.

Now that Arthur is in the cellar, he can hear soft noises which he can only describe as someone crying. Hell, did the O’Driscoll’s have some kind of hostage? Bastards. The scar in his shoulder aches with memories.

The light of the torch allows him to make out a pitiful shape of someone huddled in the corner of the cellar, pressed so close to the wall you’d think they’re trying to melt into it. Their side is facing Arthur, and he can see that their head is tucked tightly into their arms which are shackled to the wall.

“Damn-“

As soon as the word leaves his mouth, the person flinches so harshly it makes Arthur jump too.

“Please!”

The voice trembles so badly that the word is barely there.

Arthur looks at them, sees their bare chest and back, their ripped canvas pants stained in old blood, their dirty hands clenched into fists, and he halts.

“No more, please!”

The man sobs, pressing himself tighter into the corner if possible.

The word is heavy in Arthur’s mouth, and it tingles on the tip of his tongue. But he forces himself to utter it. So quietly he can hardly hear it himself.

“(M/n).”

The man doesn’t stop trembling, but his face is now more visible to the point where Arthur can see a cloth tied around his head to cover his eyes. He’s breathing so heavily Arthur fears he might pass out, so he sticks the torch in a pile of rocks and takes slow steps forward.

“Hey- shhh. It’s okay.”

(M/n) pauses, and his breathing hitches, but that might just be a hiccup in his crying. He shakes his head as Arthur comes closer.

“No, don’t touch me!”

He thrashes once he realizes Arthur is in touching distance, and it isn’t until he reaches forward to tear off the blindfold that he freezes, eyes as wide as a does.

He blinks.

Once.

Twice.

Then his face twists into the most painful expression Arthur has ever seen on him and he starts sobbing again.

“Oh, Arthur…”

The man manages to pull (M/n)’s bony wrists from the heavy iron cuffs, and pulls him to his chest as he sits back against the dirt wall of the cellar. He holds his dear husband as close as physically possible while they both cry.

“Arthur, I-“

(M/n) takes a deep breath to steady his voice.

“I was only a few days in when they got me and Lasso. Brought me to one of their safe houses. I tried to escape after a while, but…we didn’t make it very long. My poor girl.” He moans in sorrow, burying his face in Arthur’s chest.

“I know, darlin’, I know. I’m so sorry.”

Arthur’s voice is gruff with emotion as he leans to kiss his hair.

(M/n) sighs shakily. “I missed you, Arthur,” he pulls back enough to look his husband in the eye, smiling for the first time in a long time, “did you miss me?”

Arthur smiles back, smoothing a thumb across a dirt-covered cheek.

“More than you think, darlin.’”

[wildcardaces]

@ruby-static "the sight of herbert up close.." edition!

Where poor mai...damn.

Anna: HIS LAB?? BROKEN INTO!? HOW!? Who the fuck!?

Shawn: yes i know anna. Im confused too but we have to focus on this. Was anyone else in there with gary? Aside from the kidnapper?

Anna: ....mai? I heard she was testing the carbon dioxide trapped in ancient ice crystals..

Anna: that would explain also why mai stumbled into the epf with injuries before passing out...

Shawn: yeah. I really hope the camera feed will be fixed soon..

Oh sweet chilly november. How one single event changed a month on club penguin forever. Anna and shawn are just trying to figure out what the hell happened before shit hits the fan.

But with mai? It was her first time seeing herbert face to face

Herbert: you understand the fear of not being in control now, hm?

Herbert: good. Cause i cant have any witnesses. I may have to take you as well to keep your mouth turned beak shut.

Herbert: your aim is off...HUMAN.

And mai was terrified. Mostly because she knows polar bears, hell, even a grolar bear could absolutely take her out. The sight of herbert so close put ice in her veins.

Mai: i-i failed to save him! All because i was terrified!

She isnt doing too well chief.

And the finale! A more funny/wholesome moment with polar bears!

"We eatin WHALE tonite bois!"

"Where are you all coming from- Was that a PUN!?"

Poor guy thought he had a whole whale to himself. Que a dozen polar bears running over like the "MEATS BACK ON THE MENU BOYS" meme *WHEEZE*

[squicky-fannish-discourse]

Just a mini drabble with dad!kisame and his feral child, suigetsu

Hoshigaki Kisame was known as the ‘Monster of the Hidden Mist’—that’s quite a name if you’re from Hidden Bloody Mist. Part of it was because he looked like a shark, and they said that he could perpetually swim under water, and the force of his jutsus were so powerful, they were like a tsunami. In fact, they linked one of his ancestors to a great tsunami.

(Who knows. Maybe. His grandfather had his own versions of everything.)

He was also the wielder of one of the famed deadly swords of the mist.

Kisame cleaned his teeth with the spine of one of the grilled fish, as he eyed the lil’ pipsqueak dragging Samehada with him.

“You’re going to be real sorry! I’m gunna leave!”

“Yeah sure kid,” he said. He reached over for the next skewer.

“I’m leaving with your sword,” 5 year old Hozuki Suigetsu said, as he dragged Samehada, slipped in the mud, and fell face first into it. He then pushed himself off the ground, as he continued to try and drag the hefty sword. 

Kisame ripped some meat off his fish with his teeth, as he turned to watch the boy.

Samehada yawned.

“Shut it!” Suigetsu told the sword. “Y’gotta come with me! We gotta leave this sharky loser grandpa.”

See, Kisame thought. To the Hozuki boy, he was just a sharky loser grandpa. He appreciated that better than the ‘monster’. And to the little kid, everyone was probably ancient. Before leaving the Mist, it was a request from his elder brother to take the boy with him in case he got killed—or worse, trafficked. Which is why he had the Nuibari and the Kiba swords.

He rested his chin on his palm  as he watched Suigetsu whine.

“You gonna eat?” he asked him.

Suigetsu froze, and he stopped pulling Samehada, and Samehada nearly snapped the boy’s ankles as he moved past him towards the fire. Suigetsu jumped and he bared his teeth. He then gingerly plucked a grilled fish as Kisame gave him a wide sharky grin.

“I still think you should pay for eatin’ the bigger fish!” he yelled. “One of these days, I’m gonna get so big, I’m gonna take Samehada and I’ll run away with it.”

“Really?” Kisame asked him with that same grin plastered to his face.

“Really!” he yelled back.

“How are you gonna get any bigger if you refuse to drink your milk?”

Suigetsu looked stumped.

“S’a lie! Milk don’t make you taller! It only makes you—” he mussed his hair “—milkier!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes, it do!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes. It do!”

[torikengel]

Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 5)

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You were watching the sunset from the window; Thomas was nowhere to be found. You got used to the silence, so you jumped up a bit when you heard a female voice. “Good evenin’ darlin’, how are ya doin’?” Luda Mae asked as she stepped into the room. You turned around to look at her.

“Oh, I am a little bit bored, I guess, but otherwise I am fine.” You mumbled.

“I see, Thomas mentioned that he wants me to check your wounds.” She smiled at you and came even closer. You noticed she was holding a bottle of alcohol and bandages. She gently disinfected all your wounds on ankles, wrists, arm, and cheek. “It seems that everything is slowly healing, so don’t worry, m’dear. If anything hurts, just tell me.”

“Thank you, I am okay now… but do you mind me asking about Thomas?” your curiosity got the best out of you.

“Oh, dear, that’s a long story.” She sighed, “How ‘bout I bring some tea, and we have a talk?” she asked without giving you enough time to respond as she hurried downstairs. She looked troubled, and you wondered if it was impolite to ask her so suddenly. * She came back with two cups of tea and placed them on the nightstand. She also noticed the empty plate and glass from breakfast. “I am sorry, dear. I’ll take those to the kitchen later. We don’t want you to have a messy room.” She sat next to you on the bed.

“You know, I always wanted a daughter.” She chuckled before she started sipping the hot tea. After contemplating for a bit, you answered, “Me too…” You didn’t mean to be rude, but you couldn’t help but feel saddened by the fact that you will never have a family of your own. However, Luda lightened up, “I always dreamed of being a grandma too.” You could feel the heat moving to your cheeks as you turned completely red at what Luda was instigating. “Isn’t it- “you couldn’t finish the sentence, because you didn’t want to upset her.

“You are absolutely right, darling, it’s still a bit early to be talking about this. First, Uncle Charlie has to give you his blessing.” She smiled and continued sipping the tea. Well, the blessing of that pervert really wasn’t what you meant by that. But this might be your opportunity to get to know this Hewitt family a bit more. You remembered Hoyt screaming at Thomas using both names and surname the other day. “So, Luda, before thinking about grandchildren, maybe you could tell me a bit more about your son.” You smiled at her and took your cup of tea.

“Adopted son.” She clarified with a small frown on her face. “I found him when he was just a baby, his mother didn’t want him, because he was, well, is different.” She explained as her hands started shaking. She decided to put the cup back on the table to stop it from spilling.

“I am so sorry, that must’ve been really hard for you…” you placed your hand on her knee to show sympathy.

“It was hard, and it still is challenging for me; however, you can’t even imagine what my poor boy went through.” Her eyes were glassy as she looked at you. There was so much motherly care and pain in them.

“Since he was just a small innocent kid, everyone bullied him. So much that he had to stop attending school, it was very hurtful for all of us, but especially for ma Tommy.” She paused for a few seconds before she was able to continue. “Please understand that it ain’t easy to talk about as you ain’t our kin. But ma boy seems to enjoy your company, and I want the best for him.”

“Why me?” you asked as she grabbed your free hand. “Darlin’, there’s somethin’ different about you. I can tell you, don’t see Tommy as a monster. Even he believes that he’s one, so he never imagined someone would think otherwise, even I couldn’t help him after what happened.” Tears formed in her eyes, and her grip on your hand tightened. “What was it? Mrs. Luda, please tell me.” You felt your heart sink at her words. No wonder you could see how pained Thomas’s eyes were when you crawled away from him this morning in fear.

She smiled with tears in her eyes. “If you’re goin’ to stay, please call me Luda, or ma if ya feel like it.” She let you go and wiped her cheeks. “When they closed the meat factory, our family lost everything… Thomas killed, but it wasn’t his fault… they abused him until he snapped. Charlie got rid of the sheriff, and no one else was here to stop him because everyone moved out of this town. But it’s our birthplace, so we ain’t leavin’. It’s important to remember where you come from, m’dear.”

“Charlie?” you asked, very confused. “Thomas’s uncle Charlie, he wants us to call him Sheriff Hoyt, he came up with the idea of eatin’ this kind of meat. Before he was a soldier, he’s been through a lot too.” Luda confessed.

You frowned a bit, thinking about their current lifestyle. You couldn’t help but feel that Hoyt had a terrible influence on this family. * After the conversation with Luda, you felt a bit closer to Thomas. You had to remind yourself that you were kidnapped because you had the urge to feel sorry for him and his family more than you should.

However, you promised Luda that you would be nice to Thomas as you clung to the hope of staying alive if you comply. Even though you never felt like being mad at him or hurting him. You primarily blamed yourself and Hoyt for your misfortune. * It was already dark outside when you heard loud footsteps echoing in the hallway. “Thomas, you are back!” you turned away from the window and smiled at the tall man standing in the doorway.

Thomas, surprised by your reaction, gasped. He looked unsure as he was reminded of Hoyt’s blabbering when he came to lecture him in the basement. Thomas just needed to think, but that man never let him have time for himself. He was too cruel to let him be content for once, and just annoyed him by talking shit about how you would stab him when you get the chance.

“Tommy… come here, you look tired.” you reached out your bandaged arms to him. Such a sweet voice you had, Thomas thought for himself. The way you used his nickname gave him goosebumps.

He hastily approached you, seemingly unsure of his actions. You stood up and looked up in his eyes. He was so tall and big compared to you. Surely, he could crush you with one hand if he wanted. You knew he couldn’t tell you how he felt, so you tried to inspect his eyes for any useful information. You noticed how stiff he was, so you gently pushed him onto the bed. He complied. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to move him at all.

“May I?” you touched his shoulder as you sat behind him. He nodded, his heart racing when he felt your warmth. You slowly started rubbing his shoulders and back, giving him a massage. “I bet you don’t have much time to rest… you are so tense.” You whispered in his ear. Thomas grunted as you increased the pressure. He was over the moon; never in his life, he imagined that a beautiful girl like y/n would touch him and care for him.

“Thomas, I don’t blame you for anything…” you let your hands slide on his waist and hugged him from behind. “You don’t deserve being treated like shit.” You rested your head on his back. You needed to gain his trust to be able to get out of your current position. You weren’t sure if your acting skills were that good or if you were just honest about your feelings.

Unable to move a muscle, Thomas let out a sad groan. He couldn’t explain the way you made him feel. You gave him such tender moments amid his rough life. He felt like crying when he heard your kind words.

The tingling that lingered on his skin wherever you touched him.

When you realized you’ve been already hugging him for a few minutes, you pulled away. “I am sorry if I overstepped this morning. It just felt right at that moment.”

Thomas just shook his head; he didn’t understand why you bothered apologizing for making him feel good about himself.

You nervously bit your lip.

Thomas’s heart raced as he finally gained the courage to turn to you and look at your perfect face.

Your lips curved into a gentle smile. “I bet you are really handsome under that mask…” you tenderly caressed his cheek. He pulled away a bit, but when you didn’t try to take his mask off, he leaned back towards you and let you explore every crevice of it.

You were creeped out by the fact that this face once belonged to another man, but you shook off that feeling by perceiving it as a piece of art. Thomas searched for any sign that you were mocking him when you called him handsome, but he couldn’t find it in your honest expression as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t worry about it. You can show me when you are ready.” You nervously looked down and let your hands fall in your lap. You weren’t scared of this man, he was your sanctuary, your wait out. You knew you had to behave yourself. However, the voice in the back of your mind made you unsure of your plan. After hearing about his past, you were yet another person who would stab him in the back, which didn’t make you feel good about yourself.

“Dinner’s ready!” came from downstairs as Luda cheerfully announced.

Thomas took out the key to your cuff, and when your leg was free, he rose to his full height and offered you his hand. You sheepishly smiled as you let him help you stand up and lead you to the dining room.

a/n: Thank you all so much for reading aliking my story <3 It makes me super motivated to keep writing every day.

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A Witch and A Hick

'Meet cute nasty.'

Hi! I'm back kinda? I'm just here to post this lil self insert story of me and Lester Sinclair from House of Wax. He doesn't get enough love and I wanna kiss him so much.

I may change the title, is Lester a Hick????? He can be if you don't think to hard about it. Idk how many chapters this'll be bc its just me writing lol. This also got up to almost 2k words so 😳😳

Also @darling-disastrous here it is uwu

The vans brakes squeal as the girl presses down on them, Elizabeth Mayfield bounced back from the vans push. Her hair covers her face, It's filled with leaves, crystals and hair wraps on single strands. 

"Oh shut it Chariot." She grumbles and smacks the steering wheel, putting the van in park as she looks around her surroundings. 

Parked in a gas station parking lot, barely anybody around and the moon is high and bright, 

"Good night for a reading huh?" She turns to ask the dog in the back of the van. Who raises his head from the mattress in the back, the mutt puts his head back down. Turning on the roof light as she walks, 

"Move over, Mac." She grabs the cards from her bag. Pushing past the hanging crystals and dreamcatchers, she sits next to the dog. 

She hums and closes her eyes as she shuffles the cards. Letting her mind empty itself, her breathing is in sync with the dogs. Setting the cards in a pile of four, she draws the first card. It tells her what's at hand, seven of cups. She raises a brow, 

"Love?" She looks at her dog who sniffs her wrist covered in homemade bracelets, she smiles. Her face heating up, 

"Love." 

The second card speaks of the past and how it's changed her, six of cups reversed. 

"Try to be easy going, I was and I am." She puts the card back in the stack and pulls the 3rd, this will offer her food for thought. 

The high priestess shows, 

"Act more on feelings than facts. Is what I'm doing not enough?" She gestures to her van, hinting at her traveling lifestyle. 

"Is this what you're referencing to?" She lifts the seven of cups and places the two cards down together. Shaking her head she lifts the final card, which tells her a course of action she can take. The chariot arrives in her hand. 

"Again, is what I'm doing not enough?" She says out loud, 

"I named the van after this card. Come on give me a break." She says to no one but Mac listens. 

"Should we go further?" She pets the mutt who leans into her hand, 

"Maybe somewhere, where nobody will bother us." She mumbles and lays on the mattress, 

"Maybe I can be a forest witch," she mumbles and closes her eyes, letting sleep take over. 

Lester spits on the ground, he looks up at the bright moon as it shines through the woods. The music plays gently in the background, 

He hums along with the tune of 'season of the witch.' And pats his thighs to the rhythm, 

"Purdy night ain't it, Jonesy?" He asks the dog that sits on the back of the truck with him. She licks his face and he laughs. 

The sun peeks through the back doors, waking the girl in the van. She hums and sits up, Mac is standing in front of her ready to go. 

"Good idea." She says and takes him out to use the bathroom. When she puts Mac back in the van she tries to figure out where she is exactly. 

She knows she's landed herself in Louisiana, but most of the state looks the same. So she heads in the gas station, In the traffic mirror hanging above the entrance she gets a glimpse of herself. 

Elizabeth wears a long black slitted skirt, both sides are cut and her legs show when she walks. Her tank is wrinkled and her shawl is tempted to fall from her shoulders, she fixes it quickly and holds her side bag close. 

"Can I help you?" The cashier, an older woman asks and Elizabeth blinks. Back in reality, she nods. 

"Actually yes, two things. Where am I?" She asks and the woman points to the pamphlets nearby, 

"Smallwood. Okay, and uh can I use your bathroom?" 

"Gotta buy something first." The woman huffs and Elizabeth quickly searches for some travel food and drinks, 

Her only source of income is tarot reading strangers and selling the jewelry she makes. Not a lot but enough if you make the prices almost criminal. 

Grabbing some powdered donuts, quickly she pays for them and runs to the bathroom. Quickly she fixes herself up, putting on dark eyeliner only to smudge it and swiping on dark lip gloss. She smiles at her dark makeup, it simply makes her happy. Stepping out the bathroom quietly, in hopes of not gaining any attention she tries to leave silently. 

But her eyes catch a drink, staring at the energy drink from the fridge. She looks up at the cashier who's glaring at her. 

In a flash Elizabeth quickly snatches the drink and runs from the building, Mac barks from in the van and the woman hollers. 

"Get back here you freak!" The cashier screams and Elizabeth laughs as she runs. The needed adrenaline pumping through her, slamming the van open she gets in. 

Grabbing her keys, the van sputters and spits. 

"Come on, Chariot! Come on!" Elizabeth yells as she turns the key, the van rumbles as the cashier starts to run towards it. 

"Lets go!" Elizabeth yells as the van roars to life, slamming on the gas Mac is pushed back on the mattress and quickly the van escapes the parking lot with the screaming of its tires. 

Elizabeth doesn't slow the van until she reaches a wooded area, trees tower over the colorful van as it fails to blend in. But they're miles from the gas station and coming down from the high speed. 

"Cheers." Elizabeth raises the energy drink and Mac licks it, she laughs and opens it. 

The drink sprays all over the girls face immediately upon opening. She spits out the blueberry flavor and Mac licks her face all over, laughing she pushes the dog back. 

"I get it! That was well deserved karma!" She yells yells the universe,

Suddenly the van spits and sputters. 

"Oh no." She whispers and the engine cuts itself off. 

"No! Baby please!" She hollers and slams on the steering wheel, 

"Is this my karma?" She whispers and leans into her sticky seat, 

"I regret nothing." She says and sips her drink, Mac pants next to her. He breathes a disgusting smell. 

The two sit as the girl finishes her drink, she cringes as the sticky feeling on her face. 

"I can handle a lot of things," she starts, looking at Mac and then the bones she collects all scattered in the van. 

"But I can't handle a facial." She laughs and gets out of the van, Mac jumps out with her and sniffs the new ground. Elizabeth grabs the water from the back she runs it over her face, washing away the substance. Once the feeling of soda was gone Elizabeth checks her face in the side mirror. 

Her eyeliner was running, she shrugs. 

"Tell me, Mac. How do I look?" She turns, expecting her dog. 

"Mac?" She says and looks around, the dog stands in the distance. His head raised as he sniffs the area, Elizabeth cups her mouth and yells. 

"Hey, Get back here!" Mac looks at her and quickly sprints away towards the scent. 

Elizabeth groans and quickly runs after the speeding dog. But he's quickly lost in the weeds of Louisiana. 

"Mac!" She calls out and hears no response, but a rotting smell hits her. She doesn't flinch, after willingly tearing through dead animals for a good bone. She's numb to the smell. 

And now she knows where that damn dog is headed. 

Stomping her way through the thickets, she tries to keep calm her fingers absent-mindedly fidgeting with her silver coin necklace. 

"Well hey there buddy, where you come from?" Elizabeth hears a voice say and she follows it. 

"Alright load up!" Lester says and opens the passenger door of the truck, Jonesy quickly hopes in the truck and sits down. Ready to ride. In the back is another deer carcass, along with a vulture he accidentally hit. Lester taps his hands against the wheel as the music plays, Johnny Cash sings Ring of Fire on the radio, the chorus sings and Lester joins. 

"And it burns, burns burns! The ring of fire!" Lester sings off key and Jonesey howls with him. 

"If I could, I'd be in a band, Jonesy." The dog licks Lester's face and he laughs, 

"Ah you're right, my ugly mug don't belong on no stage. I'm happy right here." He kisses the dogs head and she barks.  

Lester drives down the bumpy pathway that leads him to the roadkill pit, he always checks to see if any strays show. His heart is soft for animals without a home, he likes to gain their trust. Make them feel safe while also being independent. 

"Think we'll find anything?" Lester asks and backs the truck up to face the pit. As the two leave the truck, Lester hears movement from the hole. Turning towards it he smiles when he sees a collared dog sniffing around the carcasses. 

"Well hey there buddy, where you come from?" 

The dog looks up, his mouth full of the meat. 

"Oh come on you don't wanna be eating that old meat." Lester pats his thighs, 

"I got some good eatin at my place if you wanna come with." Lester smiles and the dog stumbles his way through the pile, Jonesey sniffs the mutts face and licks it clean, the new dog pounces and the two quickly engage in play. 

"Well ain't that sweet, already made a friend huh, Jonesy?" 

Lester says, he lets the two play and opens the back of his truck. Tossing out the carcasses, he then opens the passenger door. 

"Alright you two, let's get going!" Lester pats the door and Jonesy was quick to jump in. 

The new dog stood in place and sat, 

"Oh come on boy, don't be shy." Lester whistles, 

"HEY!" Lester looks up, above the cliff he heard the voice. 

"THAT'S MY DOG!" The person yells and Lester sees the stranger, the said dog barks at the voice. 

A girl wearing dark flowy clothes, her face covered in runny makeup. 

"Hey, watch out!" Lester calls out and suddenly the girl fell off the cliff.