#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

[apomaro-mellow]

The government gets kas!eddie 2

Part 1

Of course, the first thing Steve did was call the others to tell them what had just happened. Nancy, Dustin, and Lucas were the first on the scene and they all craned their heads up to see the ascending claw marks on the back of his house.

"What do you make of it?", Lucas asked.

"Could be a demogorgon", Dustin said.

Nancy shook her head. "These claw marks are different. You said you heard it coming?", she asked Steve.

"I heard it climb up and then, it like cried. It sounded like it was hurt. Then a bunch of lab guys were here and it was like they were hiding something."

"When are they NOT hiding something?", Lucas crossed his arms.

"Are your folks still out of town?", Dustin asked.

"Yeah", Steve answered. The portals had closed but not before massive cracks let through several demobeasts, which was why the government came in and put the whole town on quarantine. No one in or out. Steve got a call from his parents telling him they were at a hotel in the next town over but that they weren't being allowed back in. All for the best. Two less people for him to worry about and lose.

"Were you having a party last night or something?", Lucas asked next.

Steve's brow furrowed. "What? What party? What's there to celebrate?"

Nancy shook her head. "He means, why was this thing, whatever it is, coming for you? If you were asleep, then how did you get its attention?"

Steve scratched his head. Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One was still out there and unaccounted for. Maybe he was finally coming for revenge?

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The sedation wore off the moment they got Eddie Munson in a cage and immediately he was clawing at the walls of reinforced concrete. He screeched and tried to roar but with the muzzle on his mouth he wasn't able to open his mouth completely. There had been pain then darkness then clarity, a goal, and then pain and darkness again and now he was awake but even further from his mate than before.

He was unaware that he was being watched right now. There was a heated debate behind the cameras. Who should they bring in? Who should they tell? Should they tell anyone when they didn't even know what this transformation entailed. Names were brought up only to be scoffed at. Children. They'd gotten lucky in the past but they weren't going to keep relying on children. No, if they contacted any civilians about...this, then it had to be next of kin, no?

Wayne Munson was brought in days later when the team decided they should at least keep the creature formerly known as Eddie alive and the damn thing wasn't eating the raw meat that had been thrown into its cell.

Wayne thought his heart couldn't break anymore than it already was. But seeing what his nephew had become. Claws and a tail and wings, it looked like the sort of creature Eddie would have come up with for his game. But this wasn't imaginary. His boy had been turned into a mindless, bloodthirsty-

"You said-", Wayne sniffed the tears away. "You said he ain't been eatin'?" He could see the chunks of meat on the floor through the camera.

"Our files say these creatures will eat raw ground meat if human flesh isn't available", one of the scientists said.

"Yeah that same intel said they eat candy too", another added.

"Kids", someone scoffed.

Wayne took a breath and found a pen and paper. "Send someone grocery shopping for this stuff. And we need to clean up that cell, that's no way for my boy to live."

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Steve had been face to face with Wayne two times since Eddie died, but it was almost three. The first time was Eddie's funeral. Steve went along with Dustin and the others to pay their respects and mourn. The second time had been a few days after that. He'd gone to the house Wayne was living in now. He said it was on behalf of Dustin as he delivered a casserole made by Claudia (himself).

But what would have been the first time would have been in the immediate aftermath. Steve had seen Wayne at the shelter that day. He'd prepared himself to walk over and tell him about Eddie the best way he could. He was ready to tell the man just how much Eddie meant to him. Dustin got there first and Steve hung back, not wanting to impeded on their moment.

He didn't know Wayne as well as he should; as well as he would have liked. He was always sneaking in and out of the trailer whenever Eddie wasn't doing the same at his house.

Suffice to say, he was very surprised when Dustin demanded they go out for lunch and it suddenly turned into a three person meal with Wayne. He tried, but wasn't able to keep the bewilderment from his face.

"I got somethin' to tell you both and it might sound unbelievable but you need to trust me."

"We're pretty experienced with unbelievable", Dustin said.

"Oh I know. Those lab coats have dossiers on all of you." Wayne almost couldn't fathom how deep that rabbit hole must go but he didn't need to know specifics. He just knew the ones who could help the most.

Steve froze and Dustin's face dropped. They couldn't tell how much Wayne knew or why he knew or why he was telling them now.

"Eddie's alive", Wayne whispered. Then he gave Steve a meaningful look. "And he needs you."

Part 3

Taglist

@estrellami-1

[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?"

[charleslee-valentine]

TCM Ship Week @maskemasker

Day six prompt: Argument

Ship: Franknub (Franklin Hardesty x Nubbins Sawyer)

Word count: ~2,700

Warnings: Graphic cannibalism, threats of violence and of abuse, implied murder, ableism by way of ignorance, brief suicidal ideation, canon bullying (Kirk’s ableist rant about Franklin), Drayton Sawyer being a dehumanizing asshole.

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Franklin looks down at the plate of meat in front of him, the slightly too red sauce all around it. Ain’t no way is any of that goin’ anywhere near his mouth. He saw them butcherin’ jobs the big one was doin’ out in the kitchen. Don’t know who exactly ended up on his plate, but it certainly ain’t some cow.

“I ain’t eatin’ that.”

Doesn’t figure he needs to say why. And he don’t. That’s not what his captor, the twitchy one in green, questions him ‘bout.

“Why you wanna die for?”

So they hold knives to him, chase people down and slay ‘em like they ain’t nothin’, but a hunger strike is confusing to him.

Franklin can’t help but scoff, “Gonna happen either way, right? You either gonna kill me, or I’m gonna starve. Might as well starve.”

That just seems to make him more confused.

His face gets all scrunched up, and he whips his head around, like he’s lookin’ for someone to tell him what to say. Franklin realizes that’s exactly what he’s doin’ when his distressed expression is noticed by his brother, the old man, who waves him away immediately,

“Your mess, boy. You fix it.”

And he’s left to it, just the two of them at that grand table now.

Nubbins is his name, or at least that’s what he got called by the older one earlier today. Well Nubbins sinks down in defeat, shoulders slouched so far forward they’re resting against his knees. His hands fly up to his face, chewing on the skin around his nails, nervous about gettin’ left to his own devices.

“I-I ain’t ‘llowed to- to leave the table ‘til you eat.”

Now, he don’t take pride in bein’ rude, but it prob’ly don’t count if it’s towards someone like this. Franklin huffs in irritation, “Oh great. I get to put up with you for longer.”

Neither of ‘em meets the other’s eyes. Maybe different reasons for it, but they ain’t jovial, no matter how badly Nubbins wants them to be, “I’d eat- eat your supper for ya, b-but big brother would know. He al-always knows everythin’.”

As if. Franklin figures that’s good old fashioned fear talkin’. “He’s just some old man. Ain’t gonna know.”

Nubbins considers it, seems to roll that around in his head like a little pinball, back and forth ‘til he settles on not choosing sides. Changes the subject to make it seem like he never cared at all,

“M-Maybe I don’t wants second supper!”

“Congratulations then.” He can’t help but be blunt with him, though Franklin feels a little pinch of sympathy when Nubbins doesn’t get his sarcasm.

His twinkly eyes narrow, “What for?”

“You really don’t get out much, do ya?”

“Says you! I get out p-p-plenty! Y-You don’t even got legs! You ain’t g-goin’ nowhere never!”

Now, Franklin’s heard a lot of awful things about hisself, ‘bout the way he moves and looks and all, but that’s a new one. He takes it in stride with a questioning look but sees it as his chance to suggest, “Could go more places if y’all’d give me my wheels back.”

Again, Nubbins hunches down like a cat. “Can’t.”

Shit, that can’t be good.

“Why? What the hell did y’all do with it?” Franklin catches himself breathin’ hard. More scared now that somethin’ happened to his wheelchair and he’ll have to live without it, than the chance they’ll just kill him off.

Nubbins watches a bead of blood he bit free from his own fingertip roll, focusing on that ‘stead of the question he’s s’posed to be answerin’. Like if he ignores Franklin hard enough, he won’t have to answer his question. But then it bubbles outta him all at once, “Uh. B-Bubba tried t-to fold it, a-an’ it busted.”

“Jesus, how busted.”

“For forever busted.”

So they do psychological torture here too. Franklin would laugh if he wasn’t sick to his stomach. Not sure if he should sob ‘til he gets sick all over the place or yell ‘til his mouth is too full of blood to, he raises his voice in exasperation, “Oh y’all really should just kill me now. Fuck’s sake, you’d think even a cannibal would have some god damned decency not to break a man’s wheelchair!”

“I-I didn’t!” Nubbins insists right away, sounding just as angry that Franklin would direct his emotions his way.

“Nobody woulda if y’all hadn’t taken it!” He can’t help but point it out. Even if he don’t like the unpleasantness. Maybe Nubbins’ll dislike it enough to kill him and this’ll be over.

No dice.

“Sh-Shut up!” Nubbins claps his hands over his ears and shakes his head wildly, “Y-You ain’t supposed to be mean to me. You my only friend!”

Well. Now he feels even *more* bad for him. Might be a better idea to get Nubbins on his good side instead. Though, he can’t help but point out, more baffled than venomous anymore, “Friends don’t feed their friends people meat!”

Nubbins’ eyes burn with satisfaction ‘cause now he’s got somethin’ over Franklin, “Wh-What does you know about it? Y-Your friends was mean ‘n didn’t even like you!! Friends d-don’t talk like them do neither!! -Put him outta our m-misery.-“

Sounds right. But Franklin don’t want it to be. “Who the hell said that?”

He sure hopes it wasn’t Sally.

But no, Nubbins informs him it was, “Supper boy.”

Ah. Franklin couldn’t confirm it before, but guess that does it; that slab of meat on his plate was once Kirk Waisanen. Can’t‘ve been Jerry, saw him get shoved in the ice box. Honestly, Kirk prob’ly woulda been his first guess anyhow. Never was real good at hidin’ the hate he held in his faux-suede heart.

Pink in the face, he gets defensive anyhow, “Well who says he was talkin’ ‘bout me?”

“Total zero in the world. Someone oughta shoot him. Put him outta our misery... Franklin never was little.” Nubbins parrots an imitation perfectly, even that stutter of his goin’ away for his stuck up yuppie impression. Shit.

Franklin don’t want to lower his guard that easy, but between Nubbins and the gelatinous piece of meat on the fine china, only one was honest with him. He pushes,

“What if’n I don’t believe you?”

“I heared it all in the b-b-backyard. ‘Fore they go’d in the house and B-Bubba knocked his stupid head in with- with his hammer.” Says it like he’s all proud of himself too, Nubbins does.

“So what, you think you’re better to me than that?” Franklin challenges. Kinda would be nice.

Maybe he’s sick already, to think attention from a killer is any good. Hard not to after how his past few days on that trip went, long before any dracula hitchhikers got involved. The thought crosses Franklin’s mind now, ‘bout how right he was when he said that ‘bout Nubbins. Just bein’ all mean and bitchy ‘cause everyone else was bein’ that way to him. But the Dracula thing was part true, ‘cause ain’t no way this slab of human steak is cooked all the way through.

Speaking of, Nubbins reminds him cautiously, like he’s afraid of remembering responsibility, “I’m t-tryin’ to feed you your supper.”

It’s ‘cause he don’t wanna get in trouble. Franklin knows that, he knows what the old man’ll do if he finds out Nubbins is failin’ at fixin’ this mess.

His heart drops when he’s got to admit it’s also because-

“Cause even the cannibal don’t want me dead as much as my own friends did... Goddamnit.”

And for the first time in Lord only knows how long he’s been here, at least two nights, Franklin breaks. The wall of emotion just hits him like a tanker truck right in the chest. Now, Franklin’s been criticized a long time for bein’ loud, bein’ a brat, whatever they called it when he tried to be listened to, but even that wasn’t outright cryin’.

Well he does now. Franklin leans as back in his chair as the top of his spine will let him, tears runnin’ backwards to pool in the corners of his eyes and run into his hair stead of bein’ so obvious. But Nubbins watches every last thing like an owl with them big eyes o’ his. He caught the shimmer of grief the second it flooded Franklin’s weary soul. l

Trying, in the way he knows how, to be gentl, Nubbins offers a compromise of comfort,

“Uh. Y-You should eat your supper, a-an’ then we can go.”

“Go where? Go rot in the basement with the others?” Franklin’s voice crackles and burns with emotion, and now he’s startin’ to realize how precious those tears were. Dehydratin’ himself ‘cause he can’t control his emotions, how wonderful.

Quickly Nubbins dismisses that idea outright, as if doin’ it physically by waving both of his bony hands about. “Nuh-uh. I-If you starved I’d keep you f-for my-my arts. I wouldn’t eat ya.”

“Gee. Thanks.”

Despite his dryness, Nubbins doesn’t understand Franklin was being cold again.

All he hears is a thanks for the advice, and oh how he beams. Bigger than he thinks he’s ever seen anybody smile, even the church belles posin’ for their pageant photos didn’t try to pull on artificial joy that hard. That smile of Nubbins’ is as all real, crooked and wobbly and marred by rot that it is.

Franklin can’t keep up the energy to be harsh. Hell, with a broken wheelchair, he’s got nothin’ to lose by just bein’ nice. Not like he can run off.

He looks Nubbins straight in the eye to catch his attention that this is serious business for him to lower his guard, “Alright. Alright. If I do this, you promise me somethin’?”

Nubbins insists. “I’m good at promises.”

Somehow Franklin doubts a tricky thing like him truly can even keep a promise, but maybe he’ll try to. Who the knows and who the hell cares. A friend might be enough for the level of worn out Franklin is feelin’ right now.

One final plea to save his life, well, and to make a friend out of a shit situation, Franklin can hear the adrenaline makin’ his heart rate go up, “You spare me tonight, you best do it for the rest of time, alright? We ain’t just friends no more, we’re the best friends in the whole world.”

Might’ve been too much at once, ‘cause now Nubbins narrows his eyes and observes, “I don’t like l-liars. I p-p-peel’t the last pig done told me a lie.”

“Friends don’t lie to friends either, do they?” Franklin raises his eyebrows when he says that they’re friends. Emphasizing to Nubbins he’s still got a little bit of power left, even if he’s nicer now.

This friendship ain’t a favor. It ain’t *just* a for-tonight thing. A deal is a deal and Franklin thinks he’ll be just fine if he keeps this up. Hopes he will, anyhow.

Makes Nubbins giddy enough anyhow. Stands up outta his seat, pacing the length of table and doing a little hop each time he turns around, waving his arms. All that excited energy, over bein’ called somebody’s friend, it’s gotta go somewhere. At least this way Franklin knows he wasn’t playin’ some kinda trick, wantin’ to be his friend and all.

It’s too bad reality is sittin’ fetid in front of him an’ distractin’ him from the joy.

Franklin looks away from Nubbins and down at his plate instead. His head is full of doubt, thinkin’ about what Nubbins says Kirk said, only he knows it’s true cause he can just hear it in Kirk's voice. Always under the surface if helpin’, as if two little strips of plywood couldn’t be placed by anybody else who hated him a little less. The guy is so damn mean. Or, he was. ‘Cause he’s dead now.

Serves him right.

Franklin bitterly imagines his teeth tearing into the Kirk roast on his supper plate, pleased to find he doesn’t immediately feel sick this time. Must be thinkin’ loud, maybe making frustrated noise of his own. He looks up from the piece of meat and realizes Nubbins is now the opposite of before, stopped and just watching. Perched on a chair like an owl.

Franklin, alight with anxiety, decides to just do it. He closes his eyes tightly, and he takes a bite of the meat. Surprisingly, his first instinct isn’t to gag, his body not rejecting the most immoral meal he’d ever did. Nubbins is leaned close to watch every movement, and the second the meat is off the silverware, he gets that big smile again. Not understanding social convention, he notices the sweat on Franklin’s cheek from all the nerves and pokes it, like he’s petting him to soothe.

There’s a whole plate now he’s gotta push through, but one bite is at least progress. Nubbins thinks so too, ‘cause after a moment to let it sink in, he immediately goes running to tell Drayton that Franklin is on his best behavior. I’m his absence, Franklin looks down at the plate, knowin’ he oughta finish before that real cynical one shows up. Closing his eyes tightly, he eats every last bite of the human meat serving.

“C-Cook, you gotta let him g-go now, he was r-real good- real good an’ eated all ‘a that guy we give him!! Look!” Nubbins excitedly announces, dragging his brother by the arm.

He’s rightfully skeptical of a newcomer changing so fast, though it’s evident Franklin ain’t entirely typical. “Didn’t dump it on the floor did, ya?”

“No sir.”

“Didn’t make Nubbins eat it?”

Interesting he mentions it when Nubbins was so scared of gettin’ in trouble for exactly that. Franklin’s tone is a little dry, a little irritated, but he answers him, “No sir. He wouldn’t‘ve even if I tried.”

“Better not.” The old man turns and ignores Franklin’s existence completely now, to explain to Nubbins, “Alright, boy. For catchin’ that girl yesterday, you can keep the cripple.”

Oh. That confirms that then. Sally didn’t get away on that last burst of energy. And here, Franklin just ate a people steak. Somehow he didn’t feel sick before, but now he does. Ashamed and guilty and pissed off at himself. Though it’s possible that’s a lie. Could be tryin’ to get in his head. Maybe someday he’ll know.

Ignoring Franklin’s mini-crisis, Drayton talks over his heightened breathing to tell Nubbins, “Bubba’ll carry your pet upstairs now, but boy you best stay here now, take care of this new- new development. ‘Cause if I hear wind you left home ‘gain ‘n made Bubba take care of this’n, I’ll personally see to it he’s bled dry ‘n left out for the vultures.”

Nubbins doesn’t like the sound of that and tries to argue, “B-But-“

No matter, his brother clenches his fist and screams over him anyhow, “You argue with me an’ I’ll kill the damn thing now!”

Franklin is pissed. Beyond pissed, over bein’ talked about that way. No fair that he got to digest the last asshole who said awful things about him, but can’t shut up that evil old man. At least he can tell Nubbins is upset too, means he ain’t alone in this mess now.

Out of his mind or maybe just broken down, Franklin decides to be nice to Nubbins then. If Sally really is dead, he’s got nobody else to connect with left in the worl. Plus, if he’s gonna die here one way or another, at least if he’s kind he’ll know Nubbins saw him as a friend rather than as some meat or a cow or a *thing*.

Franklin speaks up for Nubbins a little, but so they won’t get in trouble, he declaring polite compliance, “I’m finished my supper. Nubbins was very helpful to tell me all about how y’all killed and cooked up Kirk. I gotta say, he really deserved it. Didn’t taste as rotten as his soul was though. Matter of fact, y’all got any more of that meat?”

Never seen somebody look so proud as the bright and giddy look on Nubbins’ face. Franklin won’t mind bein’ his friend, he thinks, if he keeps showin’ off that smile. This time, Franklin smiles back.

[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.

-------------------

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

[almostourgalaxy]

spinning saturn an korrie around in a salad spinner aka me goin 👀 how they're both dealin with The Whole Kids (+kid eatin) Thing tm

Saturn sees no issue wwvith the wwvhole Kid Eating thing, 'cept that it makes his Ami mad at him.

He doesn't WWVANT her to be mad at him, but he doesn't wwvant her to go hungry, and he doesn't like wwvasting meat. So he leavvwes her home, tells her he leavvwes the bodies wwvhere they are, that she's drinking lusus blood.

She doesn't ask wwvhere the blood on his face came from.

Or wwvhat's in that freezer.

Korrie finds out of course. She'd had a hunch about it for a wwvhile. And she knewwv about his dietary habits from wwvhen she'd first joined his crewwv.

Back then, he'd had no qualms about eating the poor things Alivvwe.

She knewwv he had to havvwe put the bodies in the freezer, but...

She hadn't expected them to be Intact. Or hanging from the ceiling by hooks.

She hadn't expected to recognize the little lost rust blood boy from the market wwvho she'd helped find his lusus.

Saturn had wwvalked in wwvhile she had the door open. He'd panicked, and tried to grab her arm at one point, and she'd pulled back so hard that his clawwvs tore skin at the same time he wwvent off balance.

She'd locked him in there in a blind panic, and had kept her back pressed to the door for almost a half hour, wwvhile Saturn wwvhined and sobbed and begged her to Let Him Out Please, He Wwvas Sorry Mama, He Wwvon't Do It Again, Please, He's Sorry, Mommy-

She let him out, and didn't realize until later ovvwer dinner that he'd been mimicking that poor boy's vvwoice.

That slab of meat he wwvas eating wwvas such an odd shade of red-

She doesn't go into the freezer anymore. She doesn't talk to the wigglers in the market.

Saturn does. He talks to them, about their lusi, wwvhere they livvwe, wwvhat they do for fun.

He sees nothing wwvrong wwvith it. They think he's cool, they look up to him.

And besides, Wwvindowwv Shopping isn't a crime, Mama.

Basically: Saturn is desensitized to the point of not realizing howwv awwvful the concept of Stalking, Mauling, and Eating Children Alivvwe is.

And Korrie is looking the Other Wwvay for her owwvn sanity.

[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."

[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.’”

[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..."

[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*