#doll thinks about cannibalism too much

[daintydolldiary]

I want someone to cut pieces of my flesh out as I'm awake, feeling every single agonizing cut through my flesh. Just so they can eat me! Don't you know meat lasts much longer if you keep it alive? The freshest meal whenever you want a bite~

[r0-boat]

Ok what about the kings rut headcanons? Please please please please please please 🥺

You asked and you shall receive!!

Whb Kings Rut Headcannons

Cw: darker than I anticipated, breeding, biting (hard biting like drawing blood), mentions of cannibalism, yandere behavior, Demons becoming more primal in rut, especially asmodeus, free use, Dubcon/noncon

Satan

If you didn't think he would get any more violent. You're dead wrong with all this extra testosterone coursing through his veins. All he wants to do is fight things. With a legion of loyal subordinates who also want to fight and destroy, Gehenna's streets become the purge; all their rage and stress are released at once.

And they like this! Starting brawls in the streets, clashing horns and gnashing their teeth as they wrestle each other with their bare hands. Demons are challenging Satan for his claim on you bonus points if they get beaten up in the process.

But Satan wants more. He wants to fight something and feel like he's in danger, with no weapons, guns, or flamethrowers, just him and his bare hands going against something much stronger than himself. He wants to prove his strength to you and take you after winning a brutal fight. To smear his blood and semen onto you, claiming you as his.

The other kings are the only ones who can equal his strength, either in magic or in muscle. His temper somehow becomes shorter as he is itching to jump across the table and fist-fight Mammon.

His subordinates fear their King will hurt you, but it's the opposite. He's so gentle and needy that he whines for your attention. Dragging his tongue across the nape of your neck and burying his face to smell your sweet scent. Spinning you down with all of his strength, wrapping a muscular arm around you before harshly grinding his hips into you to reach as deep as possible. Unless he becomes provoked... Then that's a whole other story. You won't be sitting right for weeks.

Mammon

You are his possession as much as he views himself as yours. And he takes great care of all of his possessions. But you seem not too keen about being his... It's not like it's your choice to make anymore. Humans are fickle and don't know what they truly want. He can give you everything. So why haven't you submitted to him yet? Mammon becomes more pushy with his advances. He may be a pacifist, but he knows how much stronger he is than you are and is not used to the word no.

Of course, Mammon will worship you like any other night when the two of you get frisky, but you notice that his touch becomes more and more rough, from gentle caresses to harsh, grabbing and handling you like a doll. He not only likes to take care of his possessions but also uses them to their fullest extent. A demon of greed is still a demon of greed, And you are his favorite toy by far. Part of him wants to display you for all to see. Another part of him wants to drag you off into his bedroom chambers for you never to be seen again.

Maybe he sees you more as an exotic pet or a commodity. No matter how much he tells you that you own him, all demons are slave to their instincts when rut season is here. With the deep urge to mark you He will not hold back to how many teeth marks and hickeys he'll put on your body.

Once he feels those squeezing velvet walls around his cock he will never let you go. His body will quickly overwhelm you as he loses himself to pleasure. He will dress you in the finest silk gold and jewels. Then soaks his cum all over it. He doesn't care The price will probably go up with his seed seeped into the fabric.

Leviathan

In Hades, Few nobles show how much their rut affects them because that usually means feeding into their king's jealousy. Especially when they just so happen to have the same rut as Leviathan's

During this time, no one looks or talks to you in his presence. Mammon thinks about locking you away forever. Leviathan would actually do it.

I think Rut Leviathan becomes borderline yandere as he becomes more open about how much he wants you. Murmuring scary thoughts out loud of how he wants to lock you in a nice cage, throw away the key. Or cut a little piece off to always have with him. Or threaten to kill people close to you. All the while, he's balls deep inside you with little care of how fast he's bucking his hips (very wholesome, very romantic 💞)

He is hanging on by a thread, and all it takes is seeing you with another for him to lose it. And once he does, He will fuck you without mercy, drill his hips with every ounce of his being until the two of you can't think of anything other than each other. If he has to break your mind with his dick, he will.

Needy and petty, willing to do anything to get just a sliver of that attention. The usually refined, elegant demon becomes nothing but a moaning, drooling beast. He will fill you up. You will be claimed.

Beelzebub

That ferocious sexual hunger is tripled. No matter how much you seem to satisfy and he just wants more more more more more. And keep in mind this man has clones, too. He will let go, and his clones will swarm you.

He bites; if it weren't for his other clones tending and touching you, distracting the sharp pain of his teeth and breaking your skin with pleasure, you would be screaming in pain. It's honestly a miracle how he didn't lose control and consume you. Only because he finds the taste of your juices even sweeter, once he's between your legs he is never coming back up. A hand vigorously stroking his cock as he tries to ring you out and suck you dry. Coke sing you to cum on his tongue again and again until you physically can't give anymore. And he'll still want more after that.

Having a more sensitive nose than any other demon in hell, He is drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He'll smell you from anywhere. No matter how far you are, he'll still find you. He'll bury his nose in the name of your neck and start rolling his tongue across your flesh and wanting just a taste of you—the taste of something he'll never have.

It's almost as if he loses control of his powers since his clones don't disappear after he finishes. They stay with you, tend to you, touch you, fuck you, suck you, Constantly until their rut ends and their control returns. His dick will not leave you not. Even if you leave to go to the bathroom, he'll jump on you as if he hasn't seen you in years. He'll even be inside you when you're trying to eat or drink water, just slow grinding as he promised you he'd give you a break. He's trying to hold back.

At the end of his rut, he'll get super hungry since he rarely eats during his rut because all he can think about is fucking you. His subordinates and His people worry that he might lose control and eat you, so food will always be provided at his convenience when in a rut.

Lucifer

Obsessive dangerously obsessive. His angel body is not used to the intense hormonal heat that is a demon rut. He was not expecting His rut to come so strong... It has to be because of your influence. He tries so hard to fight back but all he could think about is you.

He could barely control himself and his body around you as is now it seems like his rut is trying to get him to mate with you to claim, punish and worship you. It's like two sides of him are fighting with each other. To bully you till you scream and cry for him. Another part of him screams to to praise and take care of you.

He punishes and overwhelms you to the point you cry. All the while, he praises and worships those tears that fall down your cheeks. Kissing them away as he fucks you harder, muttering about how well you're taking him, and you look so divine like this, like you were made to be nothing else but a cock sleeve.

Lucifer has been getting the increasing desire to learn every little bit about you put you under a microscope and examine every little hair on your head. To memorize every little twitch in your body and squeal you make. To learn what reaction you make when he tilts the angle of his cock just a right inside you.

He may or may not have a secret binder filled with detailed facts about everything you do or about you in general. But he always goes back to during his rut either to fill out more or read to himself to.... Relieve stress. His rats would have been a lot worse if it weren't for this binder so you're welcome... I can't imagine what the other Kings will do to get their hands on this.

Belphegor

It's cold and you're so warm... Would you be a doll and be his little cock warmer? His toys are nothing like the real thing. Sadly he can't sleep and masturbate at the same time and his wet dreams just make him wake up wanting more so why don't you stay here for a while and be there so he could use you as he pleases.

In meetings? He's snug right inside you! You're trying to sleep? Well he just woke up any needs to start thrusting right now, He's laying down and reading? Now don't be shy start grinding...

The farther in his right cycle the more active he becomes no longer are you just warming his cock now he's starting to grind into you. Feeling your walls milk him murmuring how you're his favorite toy.

Belphegor in rut is very needy. You can't leave for a second without him trying to follow you in some way. He can't bear to part with that warm tight hold of yours. Every time you try to move away from him he whines and cries out in displeasure.

I wouldn't try pushing your luck if I were you. If you tease him anymore he'll just flip you over and go crazy. Fucking you back into submission showing you who's a really in charge of you. If you keep misbehaving he's going to have Beleth join in and trust me you don't want that. He's not as nice as Belphegor is.

Asmodeus

Losing all control, He is no longer a demon at this point now a feral beast wanting one thing. A Mate. Not just anyone though... No not just anyone will do, He wants you... He wants you in the most primal way, drill you into the soil the both of you howling and pleasure. And of course since it is the season to feel lust his power is significantly stronger to the point where if he were to escape all of hell would Make people have orgies in his path. For the safety of you and frankly everyone else

So, at the start of the demon rut season, They chain Asmodeus up and lock him deep underneath the Abaddon red prison. If you still want to visit him that's your death wish but the guards think perhaps maybe you can calm him down since his rut only had gotten worse since he came back to hell.

Asmodeus is now completely naked His form in the middle of his human form and beast form as he struggles to maintain control. His smile widens as you see. His nostrils flare at your scent as he books his hips, his cock with a swollen knot at the base.

However, if you didn't visit him... He would break out and find you... Hunt you down like a hungry animal. There is no high; there is no How are you? There's just chasing and breeding. He looks at you with wide, unblinking eyes, stalking closer, ready to pounce. A beast with a sadistic thrill of the chase so much so that he'd rather toy with his prey before taking you completely. He'd rather slowly make you known of his presence that he draws near and you better find an escape plan before he gets you.

You better pray that you are not out in hell alone at night. Any other time, he would love having the kings underneath him, but now His instinct screams that they will take you from him. He will fight them with his bare hands and prove to you that he's the better male and hopes you'll choose him, give your body to him, and let him mark you as his mate.

[2-dsimp]

Yandere clown humiliates your mean ex and makes you laugh

[Y̾AͣN̾TͭOͦB𞀓EͤRͬ DͩAͣY̾ 5 Iͥmͫaͣg̾iͥn̾eͤ: K̾iͥl̾l̾eͤrͬ Cͨl̾oͦw𞀞n̾ f̾tͭ!]

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Cw: suggestive! Cannibalism, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Pyrok hates your ex-boyfriend and wants to eat him.

Synopsis: All you wanted was an antique doll from the antique store that was down the road from your home. But instead you get a murderous alien killer clown doll instead. With a long line of history for being known as the boogeyman who terrorized the districts of Devildom centuries ago.

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Thinking about a yandere Killer Clown! that was hexed by a powerful mage centuries ago for going on a killing spree. Cannibalizing the townsfolk like the neighborhood boogeyman. Within Devildom and leaving a trail of gnawed bones and flesh.

Yandere Killer Clown! Cursed to be a doll, with his alien features wiped from his face so he’d be looking like a blank faced mannequin. While his features were transferred onto the plate masks of varying expressions adorning his hip belt. To be kept under lock n key, shipped straight to an antique shop. Where he laid wasting away for centuries with only a mean grudge to his name. Until you came and bought the box out of curiosity.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who at first plays pretend when you open the box. Remaining dead in his doll form just to get a picture of who exactly his new owner was. And whether or not he should kill you and run away now that he’s been freed. There were many nights where he had his blank face jutted down at you.

Sitting on your chest as you breathed whilst his porcelain hand pressed against his mask which shifted into a ravenous expression. Razor teeth jutting out, with a long tongues slithering from the bottomless hole within the masks holes. Eyes boring into you, Always waiting for a chance of when you’d neglect him. Or forget to shine his porcelain body and dress him up in his favorite frills everyday. Any excuse to get rid of you but so far there was nothing.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who after a couple weeks, grew too comfortable being hugged and fawned over in his stay with you. He always wore his happy mask when he was in your presence. However, every time you left and came back you noticed how his mask switched from happy to angry.

The masks soulless eyes seemed to be glaring at you with intensity as if knowing whatever sin you committed to warrant the clowns wrath. Yeah he knew all about that wretched ex boyfriend you kept going on and off with. And it made his hollowed brain rattle violently with murderous and envious thoughts.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who became a touch more realer with every laugh he coaxed from you lips. Whether it be by his switch up in masks. (which always left you with whiplash from how it was even possible for him to do that.) Or from his out of context voice lines that had a morbid humorous edge with insults for your ex-boyfriend.

“Tiny pecker, Tiny pecker, Exy has a tiny pecker! Chop it off, lest it don’t grow any bigger!”

The past few days you could never find peace as strange things had started happening around you. More specifically with the clown doll, every time you went to polish him he felt colder than usual. And his edgy joints were less prominent with a softer more flexible edge. The kicker was that whenever you’d go to sleep. You’d always feel something breathing on you. But you chalked it up to an air drift from the window you cracked open.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who is garbling ancient enchantments via mask. Which enabled him to have an outlet to express himself. As his pointed claws surgically traced his signature sigil on your chest. the happy mask’s manic grin started growing eerily wider. At seeing the reddened glow of his brand on you. Which made the bond you two shared to be completely permanent.

This new status would allow him much more freedom. To battle against the croons curse which had limited his former self. However, it was incomplete, it was one sidedly done after all. So he needed you to do the same onto him.

You needed to Let him in.

Thanks to your intervention in his life there was so much he wanted to do. First thing on the list would be getting rid of that old croon’s curse on his body once and for all. The second would be eliminating that ex boyfriend of yours.

And lastly…Having you to be his brood mother to repopulate his alienkind of was also one of his goals. After all you were the perfect fit. You’ve already shown such potential in being his mate, by tending to him everyday and night. He’d be sure to return the favor tenfold keep you well fed, protected, and cherished.

All you had to do was Let. Him. Inside of you.

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A/n: Decided to make an attempt on doing spooky yantober entry XD

Lmk if y’all would want to see more of him. 👀

Also I think I’ve finally did all the yandere alphabet letters woohoo 🎉

[radidoes]

PRETTY PET

alastor/reader, sfw 'n nsfw headcannons. readers' soul is owned by alastor. MINORS DNI!

A/N: i haven't written in like a year especially smut so forgive me as this isn't my best work. i don't proof read sorry.. PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS FOR ANYONE (I NEED ANONS TOO)

SFW-

he loves bringing you everywhere with him, in the hotel, cannibal town, overlord meetings etc..,, he just can't help but to flaunt you around town!! especially with that pretty green collar around ur neck...

enjoys buying you stuff, whether it be a flattering dress or matching brooches, he loves seeing his little doll all dressed up!!

takes u on romantic little dates around hell, you find it charming he spares so much time for you but it's his secret way of letting others know ur his; purposely holding you by your thick green chain.

makes sure everyone knows how much you've devoted your soul to him, making you speak on broadcast to list all the things you love about him; and how you'd never ever dare think about being with another person. hearing all of this inflates his already huge ego.

NSFW-

loves rutting into you while holding on your chain for stability, it turns him on even more if you struggle to keep your breath due to the pressure on your neck

markssss omgg, he loves marking your neck, chest, thighs ANYWHERE where he can make sure everyone knows ur his. hickies, bites, 'n claw marks. in return u leave cute little scratch marks on his back to find later! :3

your glossy eyes 'n fucked out face after being fucked dumb is something he enjoys seeing, it makes him feel good knowing he's the only one who makes YOU feel good.

if ur being bratty he makes you get urself off on his pants, not caring if ur big doe eyes are filled with tears and desperation,, such a meanie!! :( luckily he's more than happy to help if you apologize and promise to never have such devotion to anyone else!!

if you have animal features, he is so mean!! pulling 'n yanking on ur ears, tails, horns and anywhere he can grab on! but when u try to do the same with his horns when he's eating you out oh so nicely, he quickly shuts it down by tightning his grip on ur plush thighs, drawing a little blood he more than happily laps up.

the type of guy to get turned on by knowing he has more power over u, so it makes his cock hard when you have to crawl on your knees while he's pulling ur collar, watching you quickly scramble to his feet and look up at him with your eyes pricked with tears.

A/N- I AM SOOO TERRIBLY DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR THIS MAN.. I REALLY HOPE THIS DOES GOOD... I want requests for him 'n anyone else....

[yanderenightmare]

Mahito

TW: idk, threatening atmosphere ig

fem reader

Thinking about being a psychologist assigned a certain crazed serial killing cannibal… 

The walls seemed too white. Loud. So impersonal, it became personal. Cold and eerie, as if it wanted to make everyone inside feel unwelcome.

Your palms were embarrassingly sweaty, causing you to wipe them down your skirt, also in an attempt to straighten it out, where the approaching footsteps on the other side of the door only helped make your heart beat faster.

You swallowed your anxiety when you heard the latch open and tried to wipe your face free of fear, knowing how such fragility would not survive here. You almost felt nauseous, but then the patient came in, and, unlike you, he looked completely normal – happy even.

"Good morning." You reported routinely, and just as routinely, he chose not to answer and instead stared at you where you sat on the other side of the table, as ready as ever. 

It had become a ritual shared between the two of you. Intimate.

You, who made yourself comfortable before he was let in – folder and notepad and two ballpoint pens in two different colors, one red and one blue, placed in front of you on the table – just far enough away that he couldn't reach them.

And he, who’s comfortable either way – dressed in his given uniform and slippers as he stepped across the cold floor slowly before dropping into the chair in front of you.

You wear jewelry, and suppose he does so as well.

He looked your body up then down – analyzing what he saw with an unimpressed face – taking in your straight posture where you sat like a doll placed in a glass display with your knees together and your hands folded neatly atop your lap. 

He seemed disappointed when roaming your outfit – a childish pout on his lips. A secular pencil skirt, tight but modest nonetheless, reaching below the knees – only showing calves and ankles. A demure blouse – no sheer fabric, no bright color, no cleavage – just dull pink-beige that reached up below a set of pretty collarbones and a neckline donned a simple pearl necklace. 

If you wore makeup, it couldn't have been much – but your lips had a certain shine to them, not much color other than natural, but glossy in a way that made them look… tasty.

You were pretty, but pretty in a very ordinary way – pretty in such a way that wasn't enough to answer the question of whether you were trying or not. And he thought that was fun. 

You looked boring, but you weren’t boring because you were anything but obvious.

You smiled nicely, pretending that he didn't make you nervous – and that, in turn, made him smile, but not for the reasons you would have liked. He thought you were a little weird for wanting him to get comfortable with you when you were so clearly nowhere near comfortable yourself.

"How are you today?" You asked as if in a normal conversation when your previous ask didn’t earn any response.

He considers playing along for a few seconds but eventually feels he has done so too many times before – that now it would only achieve something boring.

He nudges the inside of his cheek with his tongue and scrapes it against his teeth before finally answering. "Have you ever seen someone go through withdrawal?"

If this had been your first time with him, you would have reacted differently, but you have since learned that he’s happy to force what he feels like telling, regardless of your attempts to turn the conversation onto other topics. So, instead of asking why he's asking what he's asking, you answer honestly and let him continue.

"No. I can't say that I have."

"Then you're in for a treat.” He says and begins the game, quickly noting with a keen twinkle in his eye the way your smile tightens before he continues. "You might think I look like shit now, but you should’a seen my skin then – all ash and gray like a rotten fish. Should have some pictures of that in your binder – I looked as good as dead.” He joked with a smile. "And yet, I was still alive… ‘cause I kept kicking and flopping around. And it was cold – freezing – so cold that my teeth gnashed without having anything to bite into. And even though I’ve never been one to cry, I cried then, like a newborn fresh outta the womb." He confessed with even more of a chuckle in his voice.

The smile only grew sharper when he saw you open the notebook – his eyes twitching a little at the sound of the ballpoint clicking under your thumb as he watched you approach the sheet with red ink.

"Oh- and sweat," He continued, "My God, how you sweat." Grinning as the adrenaline of excitement sharpened the red in his corneas – crazed two-toned eyes bulging as he watched you scribble. “You may think you know sweat, but you don't – you don't know the stench of it.”

He shook his head along with the words, happy to have engaged you in his little game. You were so cute, sitting there opposite him as if the two of you were on a date and he was telling you some fun story from his past.

"And I shook! Like I was crazy – like I had demons on the inside that wanted out!"

You gasped as he brought his large fist down hard on the table with a blow that shook the remaining blue pen as if it jumped in fear and cowered to comfort itself the same as you.

“And then they came out. ‘Cause I puked ‘em out!”

His eyes were impossibly dark, though they remained the same as always. Full of something… something you just couldn't understand. Along with a crack of a smile that was anything but healthy.

"For several hours, I vomited until my soul was left in the toilet bowl… That is… the times I was lucky to even make it to the bathroom in time..."

His words earned a grimace from you, sitting with a lump in your throat, clutching the pen that had now gone silent in your still grip.

"And that smell doesn't go away…" He continued, calmer now. “It sits and sinks into the floors... Remains to remind you of what you are – mocks you, pokes fun, laughs as it predicts the future…”

His eyes gave yours the same feeling as being threatened with a knife, the way he looked down at you while you stared up at him – your eyes wide in prayer before you couldn't hold back any longer and had to look away.

"Because you know..." The voice was even quieter now but still with a reprehensible darkness that required goosebumps. "No matter what promises you make to yourself, you will always break them the moment the hunger strikes again... That's just human nature." He concluded, letting the silence work for himself.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and met his gaze again, trying your best to appear unflappable even though you’d already let the mask slip a couple of thousand times already.

"What made you think of that?" You asked then, clicking your pen – that way you do when the silence creeps worse than his words.

“This room.” He answered. “It's like withdrawal.”

"It doesn't say anywhere in your file that you’re a drug addict?"

"The whole reason I'm sitting in here is 'cause I’m an addict." He snarled, and you almost lost the pen with how you flinched.

There was another pause, and his face softened again into something else.

"But you're right. I've never done drugs." He smiled with his head cocked a little to the side as he looked at you with that fixed unpleasant look. "But I was convincing, wasn't I?"

You clicked your pen again and wrote another thing down in the notepad.

"Psh-" He scoffed. Something in his voice had changed, twisted into something similarly accusatory to yours. "You're just like me."

You stopped writing. Your whole body had been taken by instinct at his disturbing statement – brows furrowed as you fought the urge to gnaw at your bottom lip.

"How so?"

Your heart was pounding to the point where you could hardly feel anything but the bleeding pulsing in your ears – pumping in your fingertips – rocking the ribs in your chest.

A silent toothless smile crept up his face anew from where it had been playing at the corner of his mouth as he watched you cling to the red pen as some sort of weapon you could use if he chose to throw himself across the table.

He laughed at the thought but stopped short upon his next utterance. "You’re also an addict."

You had such a very pitifully confused expression. He took a second to admire it with a smile that only grew sharper, to a sick point where you almost couldn't recognize him as human at all anymore.

"You use – you eat and chew and swallow everything but the bones, everything you can stuff your bottomless belly with in hopes it'll soothe the hunger."

You had to gulp.

"Most people, you see, eat themselves. But we…" His gaze was like a spark – powder and fuse teased by friction, just waiting to explode. "We eat people."

Another silence fell upon you, but this one heavier than the previous ones – as if everything took a moment to catch its breath before you let it go, and with it came a deeply unsettling shiver down your spine.

But before you could question the statement, a beep came and took the patient away.

[bigbeanbear]

I don’t really understand how some people can interpret Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship as “sisters” or “uninteresting” if they have finished Hazbin Hotel Season 1 completely, because Chaggie’s love languages (both mutual and unique ones) are so obvious.

Their mutual love language is obviously “Physical Touch”. From the start, their hands are on each other constantly. Sure, they are not a PDA couple like Moxxie and Millie, who like to passionately tongue kiss in public, but they LOVE holding hands to support each other. Plus a lot of small gestures like touches on face, shoulder and thigh, just come very naturally to them like an old married couple. I think they enjoy their more intimate moments in private, as Charlie kisses Vaggie on the lost eye in their bedroom, or they deep kiss in an empty hallway.

When it comes to the unique ones, Charlie’s giving love language to Vaggie is “Gifts”. Even when she rants about Vaggie hiding big secret from her to Alastor all the way to Cannibal Town, as soon as they are in Rosie’s emporium, Charlie lands her eyes on the souvenir section and immediately picks up that keychain doll that somehow resembles a chaggie love child for Vaggie. Also, I think it’s possible that the red bow and eye patch that Vaggie wears all the time were gifted by Charlie too, considering how the red theme symbolizes Charlie, especially in the pilot, these things are the only red parts on Vaggie contrasting her own grey/white color theme. Giving gifts showing how much Charlie loves Vaggie makes sense, she’s super rich as the Princess, and Vaggie owned nothing when she was left in Hell. So I definitely think Vaggie appreciates and cherishes all the small gifts from Charlie.

On Vaggie’s side, her unique giving love language to Charlie is “Act of Service”. She manages the hotel for Charlie, supports Charlie’s dream no matter what, and swears to protect Charlie with her life. It also makes sense, considering Vaggie had been a faithful soldier for years, being in service for the person she loves most just comes naturally from her. Again, Vaggie had nothing when she was left to die, so she devotes her whole body to Charlie. I can see that it’s kind of unhealthy to Vaggie’s own psyche, since she sees no value in her own being and feels worthless if she cannot be useful to Charlie, but I think it is something the show might explore in the future. Charlie seems to enjoy receiving service from Vaggie too, she appreciates how much Vaggie’s done for her, and considers them as a team with herself leading and Vaggie executing. Vaggie is very good at materializing Charlie’s plans too. I don’t see anyone analyzing this, but Vaggie’s persuasion of Carmilla is pretty well done that efficiently gets to the weakest spot of Carmilla. Vaggie is the one that acts.

Chaggie is not the perfect sapphic couple, but what makes them kind of outstanding is them being a deeply-in-love stable couple beyond the initial crush and honeymoon phase. I like having such representation like them.

Btw, the script writer of episode 3 and 7 highlighting Chaggie’s relationship is Ariel Ladensohn, who is a lesbian in a stable relationship irl, so I have some faith that the show can do Chaggie justice in the future seasons.

[daddy-deathslinger]

Oooh, I really liked that killers with a S/O who has a particular perk! May I ask for a reader whose perk is to be able to hide very well/slip away easely? As in, they are quite small and so they can crouch and slip through spaces other survivors can't to go unnotinced! Maybe the killer in question struggles to hook them because they keep slipping from his grasp, but reader never mocks him or anything and just runs away until the end of the trial where they leave an item behind as an apology (Hillbilly, Cannibal, Oni and Deathslinger, if it's not too much trouble! If they are too many, feel free to choose whichever!) Thank youuu 🩷

Hi there! What a lovely request, I hope yer happy with what I came up with! <3

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr with a slippery survivor

Max is good at hunting his prey, and he usually finds them quite easily.

But there’s always one person he struggles to catch. You.

Just when he thinks he’s gotten you cornered, you slip away somewhere. It’s really frustrating! How can you find that many cracks and nooks to sneak off into? 

And his chainsaw can’t do shit once you’re out of sight again. Sure, he can saw through the wooden walls and search for you, but you’re never there.

It’s as if you disappear from the face of the earth.

One time, after a trial had ended and you, as the last survivor left, had probably escaped through the hatch, he had found something. He was going back into his house when he saw something in the mud of the cornfield. 

A necklace. Shiny, must have been made of real gold.

Max had picked it up and examined it, a smile slowly growing on his lips. He knew you wore this kind of necklace, you must have either dropped it or left it here for him to find.

And his heart pointed towards the latter.

The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer with a slippery survivor

Bubba isn’t the best tracker (it must be hard to see anything through that mask of his), but once he finds someone they won’t get away.

Except you, you always manage to get away somehow.

Be it a dark nook you can slip into, a hole that is perfectly shaped for you, or you simply just wiggle out of his grasp just as he’s about to put you on a hook.

You’re usually gone in seconds, he never has a chance to find you again.

This pains him greatly, you know that. He shrieks and yells in annoyance and anger, waving his chainsaw around in the air when he can’t find you anymore.

It almost makes you feel a bit bad.

A bit, only a bit. Enough to make you want to make it up to him somehow.

Not through sacrificing yourself though, gods no! But sometimes you leave behind small gifts for him to find.

It can be anything, really. A nice can you found in the cornfields, a bracelet that was buried in the mud. One time, you left a doll inside the house in the cornfields, knowing he would find it there after the trial.

You can only hope your little gestures are appreciated.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka with a slippery survivor

Kazan is a great tracker. Always has been.

He can smell blood a mile away, and see it as clear as red, shimmering pearls on the ground.

Naturally, prey have a hard time hiding from him once he has injured them.

And yet, there’s one he just can’t seem to ever catch.

This prey just vanishes from his sight the second he has injured them. It’s like they don’t even bleed! Sure, he can find trails of blood here and there, but it never leads him anywhere.

It drives him mad! If you’re in a trial these days, he’s almost certain he’s gonna leave with only three kills. You always seem to find the hatch as well, so.

Sometimes, Kazan finds things.

Things in places it’s never occurred to him to look before, but when he does he always finds a surprise.

It can be a hair tie, or even something of great worth, like a ring or earring. 

Once he found a little crocheted doll, with black buttons for eyes.

He doesn’t know where these things appear from, but something tells him they appear from the same source that so easily disappears. And that thought is a bit amusing to him, it almost brings a smile to his lips at times.

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn with a slippery survivor

Caleb is a proud man, that much you know.

He hates losing, and losing is exactly what he does these days whenever you’re in a trial.

His swearing can be almost amusing at times, when you peek out from a hiding place and see him frantically search for you. He never finds you, and eventually gives up.

You’ve lost count of all the times you’ve gotten the hatch.

All that being said, you make sure to never taunt him. 

You don’t want to rub it in his face, he’s only doing his job here. And so are you. It’s nothing personal.

During the last trial, you had decided to try something a bit different. You had been tinkering on things at the campfire for a while, your latest project was carving a butter knife out of a piece of wood.

It wasn’t particularly pretty, but you liked it.

You had decided to leave it behind for Caleb to find, as a little gift for all his troubles catching you. 

So, you had left it inside the Dead Dawg Saloon, at the bar. Then, you had hid.

When the rest of the gang had escaped, and Caleb eventually got back to the saloon with heavy steps, he had found it.

You had watched as he had taken the butter knife in his hand, weighed it (why would you weigh a butter knife??) and examined it. 

You will never forget the smile on his lips, as he had whispered: “What in the goddamn…” and put the knife in his jacket pocket before leaving.

[animeshotsh]

Its your soul Dear~ | Alastor x Reader

Warning: Yandere!Alastor - Mentions of cannibal Alastor + Mentions of eating reader - Alastor its so mean in this - He is crazy for reader and not in love - Manipulative!Alastor - Maybe a part 2 - OFF CANON EVENTS AND OFF CANON IN TERMS OF TIME - grammar mistakes -

Alastor knows he is not in love with you, he knows his self cant love, cant feel that pathetic feeling.

But once a hunter then forever one. Thats s fact, when you found yourself in hell Alastor was the first to smell you. He was inside the Hotel when his sense went alert, ears high and eyes demonic. He soon sent his minions to look for you.

Did he want to eat you? He was not sure, he felt the need to own you.

Sonner than later he found you, you were so weak, he saved you from almost getting robbed and thats its the slightest problem you could have in hell.

However, Alastor knew how to play, he knew he had a centrain charm and you being new in hell would not know about him, how dangerous he was.

He covered his true intentions well, first guiding you to the Hotel where Charlie was extatic to meet you and give you a room. He showed you places in hell that where not so dangerous. He left one shadow of his to follow you around.

The only one who saw what he was doing was Husk. Who in his own way tried to warn you but was silenced by Alastor himself. He decided to step aside after that.

If something Alastor liked doing was playing with his meal. He made you trust him so much, whatever he said you ate it without a second tought. He would tell you to jump and you would ask how high. He made you depend on him, for whatever and small thing, following and asisting him like a good pet.

Alastor could still teast your soul, it gave off the most delicious smell a cannibal like him would feel, but he also felt the sweet smell and soft self of it. Showing that you were in hell by a low sin you had made.

He never cared, he wanted you. Wanted to take your neck in his hands and chocke the life out of you, see your eyes go dull, then he would devour you, maybe he would start with your chest, opening up and taking your heart in his hands. He then will go after your lungs. Oh, how he desired to be all messy with your blood.

But one meal and one second of teast would be the same as this? Having you by his side? Never leaving him? He knew you would end being something others could use against him, thats why he decided to make a few fixes to it.

First, he needed you to have some power, and heavens did he found it. His voodoo magic was perfect. He tried it, first cursing you then using a doll....he removed your arm and your own body lose it too. Then he made it be back and soon you were all made as new.

Does this mean he could devour you multiple times?

He just needed to have your soul. And he being as manipulative as he was did it. First he made a plan, you would end lost and he would tear your limbs apart, then he would appear faking saving you and proposing you a deal that would make you think if favors you.

Of course it did not.

"Your soul my dear, in exchange for my protection, no one will ever hurt you again, no one will even think on getting close to you"

Because only I can make you suffer and scream, only i can have you.

The explosion of green was the final. Alastor owned you, soul and body. He decided to kept his charming way but could not help and find himself festing over you. He made sure to put you back again and even trear your injuries.

It affected you badly, the one you tought was your friend ended being a cannibal and killer, and no one wanted to help you.

You had dig your own grave.

Whenever he went, you did as well, when he was hungry you were there to snack from. He never once hitted you or mocked you, he mostly treated you as a dumb pet.

His dumb pet.

And by heavens, you were his favorite. He would exchange thousands of souls just for you.

Because your screams and tears were the best he had ever tried.

He knows he was once a hunter, reduced to this look...the one of a deer, the shame he must carry. Maybe thats why he always smiles and has forced himself to be even more dangerous and mysterious.

[pocket-raven]

What's this au you speak of? Can we hear more about it? 👀

👀 You mean my radioapple murder husband au? One moment *screams into the void* YES YES

Okay, So where do I start? Well it does have a name: It's the Foresaken Lovers Au, so any further posts will refer to it as that. If I write it up however, it will have a different name. Haven't figured it out yet though. Anyways some basic details that i wish i could draw because then people might be more interested but for now you get my rambles instead.

Lucifer and Alastor grow up together in New Orleans. Think Tiana and Lottie from Princess and the Frog. But there is a few differences. Like the obvious racism from Lucifer's family/others around them.

Infact Cecelia (Alastor's mum) tells Alastor (who's like.. 5 when he and Lucifer first meet). Not to get too upset if Lucifer doesn't send him any letters.

Also Alastor and Lucifer are essentially childhood sweethearts in this tbh.

Lucifer is pretty much raised by Michael. Michael was a little shit/got into a lot of trouble so the family was like "You can look after your baby brother now" to teach him responsibility

This unfortunately leads to Lucifer actually be infantilized his entire life. Only Alastor and Cecelia treat him like a person and not some delicate Doll.

Now not spoiling the entire plot yet lol. But basically they grow up together. Kind of.

I really don't want to spoil much unless more people ask. But Lucifer is actually the first to kill someone. And doesn't bat an eye when he finds Alastor stabbing his father's body repeatedly. Infact Lucifer gets everything cleaned up and tells Alastor how to dump the body.

They have their first kiss after they dump his body in the bayou-

They don't actually start killing till Cecelia passes away and Alastor is at his breaking point.

Alastor kills, Lucifer cleans up. Thats it. Their both cannibals too

They both die within a week or two of eachother, but don't find eachother for a few months, nearly a year.

Vaggie fell to hell years before Alastor died. So she and Charlie are in a relationship and have opened the hotel already. Charlie is also just Liliths daughter. But they are the reason Alastor and Lucifer find eachother again

I can't think of anything else right now and this is already long, so I'll stop right here. And hope more people are interested lol

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Heaven or New Vegas

PART ONE: THE WHITE GLOVE SOCIETY

Also on AO3

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Courier!Fem!Reader

Summary: Crossover fic (Fallout tv show and Fallout New Vegas), a rewrite based on the “Beyond the Beef” side quest in the game. — You and Cooper take it upon yourselves to uncover the secrets of the mysterious Ultra-Luxe Casino, home to the White Glove Society. There, you get roped into a missing person’s case, and fall into rabbit hole that just seems to get deeper and deeper.

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: canon typical violence (some graphic depictions), some canon divergence (with canon NPC dialogue/actions), mentions of cannibalism, mentions of death, small instances of discrimination against ghouls, pre-established relationship sort of (what they have is complicated okay), Cooper’s a companion (and a little shit), aaaand i think that’s it? But lmk if anything else.

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Whispers about the Ultra-Luxe casino seemed to follow you everywhere on the Strip, though all the rumors were pretty vague. Even Yes Man had no real information about what was going on inside. Still, it told you a little bit about the highly elitist White Glove Society and how terrible their reputation was—but the rest you would have to find out yourself by infiltrating the place. 

You didn’t much like the look of the tall white building across the street from Tops casino. It had an air of malevolent arrogance, but you could still see the ruin underneath that veneer, as if the place had been patched up with great haste.

It seemed even more ominous in the darkness of night, even with all its lighting and the large, pretentious fountain at the front. More like a glittering fortress rather than a hotel casino. 

Cooper sniffed and then spat on the ground with clear distaste, his glare fixed right on it. You let out a small sound of agreement, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t worry, tin can, we’ll take it from here,” he said gruffly. “They won’t even know what hit ‘em.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to the Securitron with a polite smile. “Thanks for the information. We’ll be back at some point.”

“No problem! I’ll be here!” Yes Man replied enthusiastically, his smiling face unchanging. 

You frowned at Cooper as you set off, waiting until you were an appropriate distance away to speak up.

“Be nice to Yes Man, it’s been really helpful so far.”

“You know I don’t trust bots,” he said. “Especially not that kind, even if it does agree with everything we say.”

“It’s literally programmed to do that,” you argued, glancing over your shoulder. “We should try to be quick, though. I’m scared someone else will find it and get it to wreak some havoc.”

“See? Not trustworthy.” 

“It is as long as it’s on our side!” You hissed, exasperated.

He chuckled, enjoying pushing your buttons. “Alright, so what’s our story when we go in there? Still sayin’ we’re a married couple?”

“Oh, sure, I know how much you love to use that old tale,” you countered teasingly, raising an eyebrow. “Though let’s not give them too many details. We’re just tourists passing through, it’s our first time on the Strip and we want to see everything.”

He nodded. “I can work with that.”

As you went up the steps to the main entrance, a looming sense of foreboding grew as you got closer to the double doors. Once inside, a well-dressed man wearing an eerie, doll-like mask approached you immediately.

“Beg your pardon, but could I trouble you to turn over your weapons?” he said.

Next to you, Cooper immediately tensed, his hand instinctively inching towards his holster. You surreptitiously stepped on his foot to warn him against doing anything stupid, then proceeded to hand over your weapons.

“Sure, no problem at all,” you said, emphasizing your words a little to further drive the point across. 

Cooper cleared his throat, composing himself and even attempting to smile charmingly. 

“Of course, nothin’ to be afraid of here,” he said, practically shoving his guns into the masked man’s arms. “We trust you’ll take good care of ‘em.”

“Of course, sir. The last thing we want is to cultivate a violent atmosphere. But you have my assurance that everything will be returned upon your departure,” the man said. “Please enjoy your stay.”

Cooper bowed exaggeratedly, clearly mocking him. You smiled awkwardly and quickly pulled him along to stroll around the main floor. 

The place was just as well kept on the inside, entirely too clean, the recent renovations apparent. It smelled like intoxicatingly sweet incense… or perhaps a strong powdery perfume. You grimaced slightly and tried not to wrinkle your nose, wondering if it was meant to cover another smell. 

There were a couple of security guards posted around the vast room, all of them wearing different styles of creepy doll masks. You tried not to look at any of them for too long, their presence keeping you on edge. 

There was a large, ostentatious bar at the center where a couple of patrons mingled about. A grim-faced, rough looking man holding a rifle immediately caught your attention, and you shared a glance with Cooper.

“Well, ain’t that somethin’,” he murmured. “Lucky I kept one of my knives.”

You decided to let that slide for the time being, having much more pressing matters at hand.

“A hired gun…” you mused, noticing he was standing near an older man seated at the bar. “Maybe we should introduce ourselves? Politely.”

“Darlin’, just what the hell are you implyin’?” Cooper scoffed, pretending to be offended. “I’m the picture of politeness.”

You sighed but didn’t respond, instead making your way to the bar as casually as possible. The hired gun eyed the both of you closely, but he made no move. You sat near the older man, keeping an empty stool between you. 

His clothes and his cowboy hat looked relatively new, and there was not one spot of filth on him. Even his hands seemed in good condition, with barely any calluses or recent looking scars. Clearly, he wasn’t just anyone, if the fact that he had a bodyguard wasn’t indication enough. 

“Whiskey, neat,” you told the masked bartender, who nodded. “Thank you.”

Cooper waved him back as he turned away. “Actually, why don’t you make it two of ‘em? This gentleman here sure seems like he needs it.”

The older man looked up at this, frowning slightly in both confusion and suspicion. You smiled sheepishly at him while Cooper tipped his hat.

“This sure don’t seem like the kind of place one would look so glum in,” he continued. “Thought you could use another little pick me up.”

The hired gun took a step forward, lips curled back in a snarl, but the man waved him off, having decided the two of you weren’t a threat. You relaxed some, letting out the breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding. 

“Sorry about that, my, uh, husband always talks before he thinks things through…” you said with an awkward little chuckle.

The man raised his gray eyebrows. “You married a ghoul?” 

“Yes, I sure did,” you challenged. “There a problem with that?”

Behind you, you could feel more than see Cooper smiling smugly, chin raised high with pride. He was also daring the man to say something, anything, that would give him an excuse to get mean, but you wouldn’t let it get to that.

“To each their own I suppose,” the man said with a shrug, dispersing the tension. “I’m here looking for someone. You ain’t seen a young man with dark brown hair and a white hat on lately, have you?”

“No, we haven’t.”

He sighed heavily. “Ain’t nobody got one darned piece of information about my son? I’m here for an hour and he just up and disappears on me.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that, Mister…?”

“Heck,” he said, extending a hand for you to shake. “Heck Gunderson.” 

“What is it that you do, Mister Gunderson?” Cooper said, giving him a quick once over. “If I may ask, of course.”

“I’m a rancher, I’ve got a whole mess of Brahmin and Birhorners to my name,” he said. “I run one of the biggest ranching operations east of California. We supply meat to a whole bunch of places, including here.”

“That’s quite impressive,” you said, genuinely awed. “I’m sure that’s why your bodyguard is allowed to have a weapon. Gotta take good care of an important figure such as yourself.”

“Well, I made a special arrangement with the hotel. They want to do business with me, so they gotta play by my rules.”

The bartender came back and handed both you and Mr. Gunderson your drinks. The latter raised his glass in a silent, appreciative toast. You nodded and raised your glass as well. 

Cooper cut in once more. “And so, you said you lost your son?” 

He nodded gravely. “His name’s Ted. I told him to stay put for a minute while I talked some things over with the White Glove folks, but he never was one to stay tied down to one spot. Got that from his mother, that’s for sure. I got a whole lot of people looking for him as we speak, but I’m staying right here just in case he decides to show up.” 

You hummed in thought, giving him a sympathetic look. The gears in Cooper’s head were already in motion, his fingers drumming on the table. 

“We’d sure like to help if you’d let us,” he said, nodding towards you. “The missus here happens to be real good at tracking things down. People, too.”

“I’d be more than happy to have you,” Mr. Gunderson said. “Hell, I’ll hire anybody with a pair of legs and at least one good eye at this point. There’d be a lot of money in it for you if you can get him back to me safe… But if he ain’t, I’ll pay for the names of the sons of bitches responsible.”

“Lucky for you, we’re a package deal. Double the eyes and legs at your disposal,” you said, finishing your drink in one swig without wincing. “We’ll see what we can do, Mister Gunderson.”

He let out an amused huff. “I’ll be here.”

After a few more minutes of polite conversation, you and Cooper stood and excused yourselves. You figured the reception would be a good place to start asking some questions, so you had a masked attendant point you in the right direction. Cooper surveyed your surroundings as you made your way there, hoping to find some clues or see if anyone suspicious stood out. 

“He can’t be very far,” you said. “If he hasn’t been gone that long.”

“No, I reckon he’s somewhere deep in this maze of a hotel,” he agreed. “Real smooth with our story back there, by the way.”

You snorted derisively. “I’m sure he totally bought it.”

“Maybe one of these days we oughta just make it official. We’re in New Vegas, after all, and then it wouldn’t be a lie anymore.”

“You’re really asking me to elope right now? Dream on.”

He laughed. “I’m just puttin’ it out there, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, well, if that were to happen, we would definitely not be honeymooning in a place like this, I’ll tell you that.”

On your way to the lobby, the double doors of the Gourmand restaurant caught your eye. You had a weird hunch that you couldn’t ignore, so you steered Cooper in that direction. He started to protest but thought better of it when he saw the determined look on your face. 

Inside the restaurant, the lights were dimmer and piano music softly wafted out of some unseen speakers, surely meant to give the place a more private, luxurious atmosphere. A refined-looking woman stood at the hostess stand giving instructions to a masked waiter. When she saw you and Cooper walking up, she sent him away and put on her best smile. 

“Welcome to the Ultra-Luxe hotel and casino, we hope to exceed your every expectation,” she said. “My name is Marjorie. How may I assist you?”

“Would you mind if we asked you some questions? It’s our first time here, and there’s so much we’re just itching to know,” you said, trying to sound like an eager, fresh-faced tourist.

“Of course. Ask away, madam.”

“We’ve heard lots of talk about the White Glove Society. Can you tell us anything about who they are or what they do?”

“We are responsible for maintaining the beauty and class of the Ultra-Luxe,” she said. “And as its founder, I suppose it falls to me to decide how we go about it.”

Her words were vague enough that you had to wonder what sort of stuff they were potentially covering up. Cooper’s small hum told you he was thinking the same thing, but you knew you couldn’t press Marjorie too hard lest she completely clammed up. So he let you do the talking, since you’d have a more delicate approach to things.

“Interesting,” you said. “You’ve done a fine job with the place. Mister Gunderson mentioned it when he told us he was here to discuss some business with you.”

“Oh, you are acquainted with him?”

“Why yes, we are helping him look into something. What sort of business were you discussing, if I may ask?”

“His livestock, of course… Though it has put us in a rather delicate position,” she said fretfully. “Our executive chef, Philippe, has transformed Brahmin steak into a delicacy. He really is a genius, you know, everyone wants it. But if everyone can get it, it ceases to be a delicacy. And if the Gourmand only served staples, it would no longer draw the kind of people it deserves. It would just become like… a diner, or a family restaurant.”

“Oh, sure, sure, I understand,” you said, feeling the exact opposite. You internally rolled your eyes at her classist remarks, loathing the place even more. 

“So as much as we’d love for there to be enough steak for everyone, I’m afraid we have more important things to consider,” Marjorie said. “Not that we don’t appreciate his generosity or the trouble he went through to come here.”

“Right,” you said. “Well, you see, we happen to be looking for his son, Ted. Told us he went missing around here pretty recently.”

She seemed genuinely shocked, eyes widening. “Really? Oh my, that is just terrible…”

“Isn’t it just?”

A charged silence ensued in which you stared at each other, challenging, your expressions unchanging. You held your ground and she shifted her weight, hesitating for a moment glancing around to make sure no one was around to listen in. Upon seeing the coast was clear, she let out a resigned sigh. 

“Look, another investigator recently approached me to inquire about another missing person case…” 

“Someone else went missing here?” Cooper interrupted, unable to help himself.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder as Marjorie blinked, startled. You nodded and tried grinning encouragingly for her to proceed. She mirrored the grin as best as she could, though her discomfort still showed.

“Er, yes… A young bride, the night before her wedding,” she continued slowly. “I told the investigator it was likely she got cold feet and ran away. I could not possibly think of another explanation, but I’m sure the groom – who hired him – didn’t want to hear that.”

You tilted your head to one side, thoughtful. “And would he have reason to believe the White Glove Society might have been involved?”

“Indeed, we haven’t always had the best reputation, but all of that is in the past now. Some people just can’t seem to understand that.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the White Glove Society has never and will never consume human flesh for any reason. It’s written in the charter.”

You opened and closed your mouth, momentarily unable to form any words in your utter shock. Cooper shook his head slightly, pursing his lips in an attempt not to laugh. Well, it wasn’t necessarily what you’d expected, but it certainly fit the bill. 

“Wait, let me get this straight… The Society was rumored to eat human flesh?” You asked, brows furrowed in consternation. “Now that’s interesting. Very specific accusation to make, don’t you think?”

“I just told you we don’t engage in cannibalism under any circumstance, madam. We weren’t always the White Glove Society. There was a darker time where we went by another name, but I’ve seen to it that those days are behind us.” She glanced at Cooper and then back at you. “But you, on the other hand, might be more familiar with it.”

“Hey now,” Cooper said, his grin easy despite the slight edge in his voice. “We were all getting along just a moment ago. Let’s keep it that way, for all our sakes.”

Marjorie nodded, though her demeanor had changed. Her chin was raised haughtily, and she seemed to look down her nose at you both. You clenched your teeth but didn’t give her any more reason to get riled up. You were not gonna get anywhere else here for the time being, and you all knew that.

“My apologies,” she said, only half sincere. “I already answered all of the detective’s questions as best as I could, but I don’t believe I can be of help in this case. Maybe you could speak to him if he hasn’t checked out yet. I had our maitre d’, Mortimer, give him a complimentary room for as long as was necessary, but it has been a week since we spoke.”

You and Cooper shared a knowing look. If a week had already passed, then the possibilities of him being there were much slimmer, but it was worth a shot regardless. 

“We’ll speak to Mortimer. Thank you kindly for all the information,” you said, promptly heading back out of the Gourmand along with Cooper.

In the lobby, an unmasked older gentleman in a tuxedo – Mortimer – was manning the reception desk. He smiled at you genially as you approached, but it seemed more plastered on when he looked at your companion. 

“How do you do?” he said with that same pompous drawl that all wealthy people seemed to have. “How may I be of service today?”

“Marjorie told us you gave a room to a private investigator. Do you happen to know if he has checked out yet?” You asked.

“A private investigator…” he mused, trying to recall. “Ah yes, I remember the gentleman. Such an awful thing about the missing bride. I do hope he finds her whereabouts… If I might pry, have you found something about this investigation?”

“Er, actually, we just have to speak with him about something else,” you said with a small, nonchalant shrug. 

“I see, I see… Well, we don’t normally give out guest information, but given the circumstances, we can make an exception. Let’s see here.” He glanced over the guest book, seeming to find the name he was looking for. “Ah, it seems he hasn’t checked out yet. Room one hundred eighteen. Once you exit the lobby, you can take one of the stairs up to the first level and find him there.”

“Thank you, Mortimer,” you said.

“You are most welcome, madam. I hope we can finally put these matters to rest,” he said, but his eyes almost immediately drifted to Cooper with a certain curiosity. “Are you planning on staying with us, as well? I’m sure we can find you a lovely room.”

“No, I don’t reckon we will,” Cooper said with a slight shake of his head. “Don’t think we’ll be dinin’ with you, either.”

Mortimer’s eyes narrowed infinitesimally. “Ah, so you have heard those nasty rumors. Jealous people say such horrid things… When you can’t get an inside look at our Society, it’s only natural to speculate the worst, I suppose. All we care about is refinement, whether it is through fine cuisine or dressing well.”

“You are perfectly correct,” you interjected before Cooper could say anything else. “Petty rumors and nothing else. My apologies, please excuse us, we’ll be on our way.”

You tugged Cooper towards the other side of the lobby, where the double doors leading to the hotel rooms were located. You felt Mortimer’s eyes on the pair of you the entire way, sending ice trickling down your spine.

“Do you have to stir shit up with everyone we talk to!?” You hissed, gripping his arm as you politely smiled at a masked attendant passing by.

“Gets ‘em talkin’ sometimes, don’t it?” He countered. “It’s like a good cop, bad cop type of deal. Gotta keep ‘em on their toes…”

“Let’s not shake up the investigator, please?” you pleaded. “He might be helpful, and I don’t wanna get off on the wrong foot if possible.”

“You are too nice, sweetheart,” he said with an amused grin, glancing over at you. “You’re lucky you got me to take care of you out here.”

You simply scoffed, pushing the door open and making your way up the stairs. It was all too quiet, not one soul in sight. You’d always found hotel hallways to be sort of eerie, not entirely in touch with reality. Cooper took the lead then, counting the numbers on the doors until he found 118. 

“So what’s our strategy then? We gonna help him find the runaway bride, too?” He asked.

“Maybe, but we have to focus on Ted first. It’s possible he saw something that might help, you never know.”

He stopped right beside the door and lowered his voice. “He will ask for somethin’ in return for the information, that’s for sure.”

“I’ll figure something out.” You raised your fist and delicately rapped on the door with your knuckles.

There was no sound from within. You waited for a moment and figured he might not have heard, so you knocked louder. This time, the door’s hinges creaked as it opened lightly. You frowned, looking over at Cooper as he unsheathed his knife. He put a finger to his lips and nodded for you to quietly push it further open.

You did so painstakingly slow, peering inside. There was still no movement, not even a voice from the bathroom calling out to ask who it was. You saw the mess first – a lamp thrown in one corner, an overturned chair, and slashed curtains. All the signs of a struggle. 

And then, you saw the private investigator… sprawled out on the floor, dead. 

“Holy shit,” you murmured, immediately recoiling from the smell. 

Cooper let out a low whistle. “So that’s how it is, huh?”

“Looks like he got his skull bashed in,” you said, noticing the chunks of bone, gore, and gray matter staining the carpet, your voice slightly muffled behind your hand. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

He walked past you and knelt next to the body to examine it more closely. He tilted his head to one side curiously and hummed in thought. 

“Relatively recent, maybe a few days,” he said. “They didn’t like him askin’ questions, that much is clear.”

“No shit. Anything else of note?”

“Let’s see.”

He carefully searched him for any clues, moving him this way and that. In his left jacket pocket, there was a matchbook. He tossed it over to you and you deftly caught it, opening it up to find a tiny message scrawled within – Steam room. 4 PM.

You didn’t hear them slip in, but Cooper saw them over your shoulder. Two fleet footed masked men menacingly wielding dressing canes, already raised for the blow. Time exponentially slowed down, but there was no room for hesitancy.

“Watch out!” Cooper yelled, springing to his feet. 

You whirled around, just barely avoiding being striked, the cane whooshing past your ear. Cooper got to him first, driving his knife into the man’s abdomen full force. The man let out a gurgling groan, blood spilling from underneath his mask. Cooper pulled out the knife only to bury it once more into the man’s heart, killing him instantly.

Reflexively, you caught the other cane in one hand and held fast to it, struggling against your assailant. You were decently strong, but given his intent to kill, he started to overpower you. You grit your teeth and planted your feet, fighting back even harder, but then Cooper slammed into the man from the side. 

Swiftly, and with a sickening crunch, he disposed of him too. Both of you were panting with both exertion and adrenaline, still not fully processing what had happened. Your mind still spun, but you broke out of your fighting stance, shaking the energy out through your arms. 

“Well, I guess they don’t like us asking questions, either,” you said, looking at the chaos the room had become. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just peachy,” he said, getting to his feet with a grunt. “You?”

“I’m fine.”

He approached and quickly searched you for any visible injuries, sighing with relief when he couldn’t find anything. You patted his hand in a small, comforting gesture, offering him a little smile. 

“Really, I’m all good, Coop,” you said. “Though we’re gonna have to be a lot more careful from here on out.”

“I’ll bet you it was that asshole Mortimer that did this,” he spat.  “He kinda looked like a starving coyote, didn’t he?”

“Likely, yes, but we can’t be making any accusations. In fact, we should probably pretend it didn’t happen at all. That could buy us some time, if we get cleaned up first.”

“Smart idea,” he said, looking down at his blood soaked clothes. “What does the matchbook say?”

You pulled it out of your pocket, where you had hastily tucked it when the attack had started. “It says we have a meeting with someone at four, so we better start getting ready. Wouldn’t want to keep them waiting.”

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Part 2 out now!

[nephriteknight]

so a while back i made a post about what my blorbos' playstyles would be like in botc/social deduction games in general, and at the time i didn't include tma because they have so much highly specific trauma and dangerous eldritch appetites that this would be terrible for, but i just can't stop thinking about the very silly scenario where the tma characters play botc together. it would go so badly.

the banned character list includes fortune teller, spy, snake charmer, oracle, evil twin, vigormortis, no dashii, pacifist, cannibal, cult leader, fisherman, pixie, golem, plague doctor, organ grinder, and ojo, because elias keeps cheating. ojo and oracle somehow keep ending up in the bag anyway.

daisy gets way too into hunting down the demon. Guns Will Be Drawn.

jon and tim handle this game Extremely Predictably. i just know s1 tim would adore botc but s3 tim is having an awful time. oh great yeah one of our friends is a shape shifting demon lying to our faces? perfect. jon is on the verge of a panic attack but instead of breaking down he's just interrogating everyone very aggressively. hey, at least everyone believes he's on the good team.

basira solves the game right away and spends the rest of the game trying to convince everyone else. only georgie believes her.

martin is very good at being evil in these kinds of games (and also benefits from people not expecting him to be good at it), so when he pulls the demon he could demolish good, but, uh, he's honestly not sure jon could handle that right now so he gets caught on purpose without letting anyone else realize he threw.

elias insisted peter would attend and he did not in fact show. luckily no one believed he would come so it's not really a problem. ("you called it a 'social deduction' game, elias, it's in the name! no i'm not coming--")

...annabelle's the storyteller? i mean. she obviously would if she was there. i feel like sasha gives me st vibes as well but i might just be projecting again.

multiple games are ruined because jon accidentally compels the demon to tell him their role. one of those was not fully an accident.

simon is having a grand old time but he really doesn't give a shit about winning/the game which is less of a problem when he's good but very much a problem for his teammates when he's evil.

melanie draws the psychopath "by chance" several times and enjoys it way too much. daisy handles an outed evil player whom town can't easily execute exactly as poorly as you'd expect. i cannot emphasize enough how unlikely it is that canon team archives could play this game without at least one person getting hurt, killed, or giving in to the dark powers completely.

helen is eating it all up. literally. (elias is still pissed that the spy got banned.) she still never outright lies, which unfortunately for everyone else but fortunately for her (and simon, who thinks its hilarious) means she can't tell outright truths when she's good either or it'll look suspicious when she's evil. no one is ever fully certain what she is or what she's doing. pure chaos and we love her for it. (we being me; team archives does not in fact love her for it.)

elias is still cheating, but when they threaten to fill the room with eyeless dolls he decides to quit while he's (not) ahead and just watch from his office like an eldritch twitch chat.

[daintydolldiary]

"Hey, google. How to get cannibal freak anons?"

[eternal-love]

STRANGERS (+18)

Pairing: Cowboy!Austin x Female!Reader

Summary: In 1969 you ran away from home, from your religious craze parents. You should’ve listened to your parents, you shouldn’t have talked to strangers.

Note: This is HEAVILY inspired by Ethel Cain’s Strangers. You don’t really have to read it if you don’t want to, perhaps this is very… heavy for what I normally write.

Warning: Prostitution, religious talk, cannib*lism, death, murder.

Your body grew cold on his basement. Your mind went to the words everyone spoke to you since you were a child:

‘Don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love.’

The hot air hit your face as you sat on the side of the road, watching only pick-up trucks drive by, with cattle or vegetables and fruit. In your bell bottoms and band tshirt, you sighed. You had been trying to hitchhike again, but the farmers ignored you.

You were giving up, you were walking by the side of the road, you watched a cowboy walking with his brown horse. The man slowed down the horse.

“What’cha doing here, doll?” He asked you, smile on his face.

“You care?” You said, rolling your eyes. As you kept walking, but his horse kept walking by your side.

“Indeed I do, doll. What’s a pretty face like yours doin’ here?” He asked, the throttling of the horse filled the silent road.

“Just, admiring.” You lied, what a shitty lie.

“Damn right you are. You ain’t from round here, I can see it. You one of them city girls?” He asked, a smirk in his face.

Should you lie? He was attractive, very. Why not?

“Do you know of a nearby town?” You asked. “And no, I’m not from around here.”

“Well, dollface, the only town I know of is mine and I can do a sweet thing like you a favor.” He looked at you up and down.

You thought about it. Wondering and thinking all things that could go wrong. He could kill her, well, he seemed kind enough. Of course he wouldn’t kill her.

“Say listen. Whiskey and I will give ya a ride. You can stay in my farm.”

“Really?” You asked, incredulous of his kindness.

“Really, doll. Come on.”

You got on his horse, holding your backpack as your arms wrapped around his waist. You were trusting your life to him. Truly. And you trusted him a whole fucking much that now you regretted it.

Now, a few years later. Six specifically. You were living THE life. Was it the one you wanted? No, absolutely not. A cowboy’s wife life wasn’t what you thought you’d want. But strangely, you found yourself liking the entire shift in your life.

But you liked it, you didn’t do anything related to farm work. You changed but not so much, you didn’t enjoy feeding pigs, or chickens or cleaning cow and horse shit. Maybe you ran away, but you found gold with Austin. Your Austin, your husband, the father of your children. Two by the way. Two boys, Brando and Johnny.

Maybe if you were still in the city with your religious parents you would’ve had this same life, but with a man you would’ve probably forced yourself to like. Did you miss your parents? Absolutely, with all their faults, you missed your mother. More. She was the best of the two, you missed her warm arms, and her delicious cooking that you tried to recreate faithfully every day.

Your mother was still waiting for you, still sticking brochures with your photo. You were too reckless but you were her baby. And she missed her baby. You often wondered while looking at the stars, if she was looking at them too. You were doing the best you could, under the very same moon but different states.

“Why are you still here?” Austin asked you from the front door as you sat on the porch’s steps. “Ya still wonderin’ bout your parents? They ain’t lookin’ for you no more. If they were, they would’ve found ya already.”

You sighed. You didn’t know anything about them anymore, so he must be right.

“I know. I just like the weather, it’s perfect.” You looked over your shoulder, a pout in your mouth.

“Why you poutin’ baby, hm?” He walked towards you, sat by your side and grabbed your chin softly. “No poutin’ alright? You have us here. We’re family. We good?”

You smiled at him, nodding. “Good.”

“Now get inside. Johnny’s diaper needs a change.” He said, his hand dropping from your chin.

You made your way inside, and you picked up Johnny. Tickling his belly.

You loved your boys, even though changing their cloth diapers wasn’t something you enjoyed.

But the money was tight and you were married to a literal cowboy, did you think you’d buy disposable diapers? Ha!

You tucked your boys into their beds. Smiling at the oldest, Brando.

“What’s with the face?” You asked, smiling.

“Can we play with the pigs tomorrow?” Brando asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

“You know you can’t play with pigs. They’re too big! Bigger than you!” You tickled his belly. The boy giggled. His chubby cheeks were rosy pink.

“But we can get on horses. I’ll take you and Buttercream around tomorrow.” You promised. “But only if you sleep!”

Brando nodded immediately, closing his eyes and not moving. After a while, he fell asleep. You looked at Johnny in his crib and at Brando.

“I love you.” You whispered to both.

Then you were walking to your bedroom, but saw Austin on the kitchen, drinking some liquor. He looked stressed.

“What is it, baby?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. Kissing his cheek.

“Money’s tight. We haven’t been havin’ a good week, month. Year. I need you to help me make money.”

Confused, you walk to be besides him. Make money? There wasn’t many jobs women could do in the nearby town.

“How so?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Remember that there’s some friends of mine that like you real bad—“

“Absolutely not. No.” You shook your head. No, you wouldn’t go so low to sell your body. That was too far. Even for a runaway like you!

“You live here for free anyways, doll face. Don’t forget it. I give you a roof, food, a bed, some real nice arms to sleep with every night.” He snapped at you. You startled, he barely raised his voice, but when he did, it scared you.

“When did all of this become a give and take?” You asked him. Hurt because he didn’t seen you birthing his kids and taking care of him as something worth of at least some recognition.

“It’s always been that, sweetheart.” He grabbed your wrist suddenly. “Don’t forget your place now, please…”

You stared at him. Not wanting to do it.

“Just think of our boys. Aren’t they your babies? Don’t you want to give them a good life? Because I sure as hell want to. And if you ain’t willing to do so then I don’t know why you’re still here.” He said. Squeezing your wrist.

He was guilt-tripping you, but did you know? Of course not. It was 1975, maybe he was just doing what was best for the kids.

You felt as if your life had completely changed. You weren’t so bright and smiley anymore. Not when every night you had disgusting farmers and cowboys all over you.

You started smoking too many cigarettes, more than you could count. Austin often stood outside the door, smoking and counting money. After the last man left, Austin entered the now transformed barn, smiling like a victor.

“Honey, you’ll make me rich like a goddamn Rockefeller!” He smiled widely, counting money on his hands.

You weren’t crying but you felt very empty inside. You did this because of your boys. Only because of that. But a tear escaped your eye, he pouted.

“Why the tears, dollface?” He knelt in front of you, wiping your tear with his calloused thumb. “This is for the boys. Alright? They’ll appreciate it. You did good today.”

What you did to forget everything was drink and drink. You sometimes tended your sons drunk, stumbling and maybe not remembering much the next day, but you made it to stay sane. And it worked. It did wonders.

But you had to deal with it. Anyways.

“Let’s go inside. I already tucked the boys in. C’mon, doll. You know— we’re a team. And we do this because we love each other, don’t we?”

But God, you loved the man. He was the most charming man you could have encountered. There was a reason why you settled down. Why you stayed in the shitty farm. You could have gone around more states if he hadn’t found you. Perhaps you could be dead by now. He was the best thing you could have found.

“Yes we are.” You smiled at him, forcing it out but it was true. You really thought you were a team in this. Because he was also getting hurt, watching his wife get railed by random men every night.

He treated you kindly, unless you wanted his whole business to end. Because he pulled out his shot gun and he got crazy. And that scared you, a whole lot. His eyes, the way he held into the weapon.

It was something you tried to not do: make him mad. You didn’t want to end up dead. But this was your husband, for all his faults, you loved him and you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

Back in California, your mother shopped at the local market. She stood in the dairy aisle, staring at the milk carton with your face in it. Her sweet girl. Tears filled her eyes.

You were always a rebel but oh, how she missed you. She hadn’t been able to sleep since you left. She worried every minute the breathed. She still waited up for you every night, hoping that one day, you’ll come back knocking on the door.

But she knew that you left because of her too, your father and her had always been too strict, too religious and too suffocating. She didn’t blame you for leaving. She just wished to see you once again so she could apologize. But she knew that you would never forgive her for everything she had let her husband do to you.

She practically lived in your bedroom now. Always holding your old teddy bear, your old diplomas, your old photos. She hoped that you were at least okay, happy, but she wished that you came back to her.

“She won’t come back, love.” Your father said, starting to get tired of your mother dwelling of your absence.

“She has to. My baby has to come back to me.” Your mother said, holding into one of your jackets, it didn’t smell like you anymore, but just the mere thought of you ever wearing it was comforting enough. “We shouldn’t have been the way we were.”

“We had to be strict, it’s what’s right.” Your father said firmly. As a priest, he believed in God above anyone else. Even before your mother and you.

You were his pride, of course, he loved you with all his might. His only child.

You were crying in bed, tired and sad. Perhaps even a bit drunk. You heard his cowboy boots creaking in the floor.

“What’cha cryin’ for, doll?”

“Nothing, don’t worry.” You sniffled your tears, wiping them away. You were in this long nightgown.

“Hey, don’t lie to me, doll. Ya sad?” He sat down on the bed, sipping his whisky.

“It’s really nothing. Just, thinkin’ of my parents.”

“How many times have I told you to not think about them?” His voice hardened. “They ain’t your family, I am, the boys are. We’re the only ones you need.”

You sighed, nodding. Austin grabbed your chin. You should humbly be grateful for the fact that he picked you up from the side way, took you to his house, made you his wife, have you children, gave you a roof over your head and food on the table.

“You should be happy that you’re here. That I gave you all of this. What you do with those men— is you repaying all I’ve done for your ass.” Austin dropped your chin, she stopped feeling the coldness of his calloused hands

He leaned in and kissed you, lifting your nightgown. He made love to you all night, as if to prove that you were still his, that no matter how many men fucked you, you still had his last name.

And you just wanted to be his, just that, to be his. You just wanted him to say it. That’s why you tried to be good.

We’re you no good?

Were you no good?

Were you no good?

You were very drunk, you couldn’t even think properly and your vision was blurry. Inside the barn, you had one of your boy’s teddy bears, it made you feel less lonely and it made you have a reason on why you were doing this.

You had this client that was particularly violent, throwing you around. You didn’t feel anything, you were drunk, drunk as hell.

All you heard was Austin’s voice, the man’s voice, someone loading a shot-gun. And then the gun-shot and it that very moment, you fell down.

Had he shot you? Did Austin shoot you? Did the love of your life shot you? In your head, you thought that it was because you were refusing the man, maybe he grew tired of you and decided that you weren’t fit anymore.

You were good.

You tried to be good.

Were you not good?

You were his.

Were you not his?

You wanted him to tell you that you were his.

Austin freaked out, the other man fled. He saw you there, he ran to your side.

“Doll, doll, doll!” Austin tried to wake you up. Freaked out, tears pricked his eyes out of desperation.

What had he done?

He dragged your body to his basement, scared, still crying like a goddamn baby. But he tried to make sure to not wake up the boys.

He stared at your body, he hated it so bad. He hated to see you now. He despised the sight of your cold body.

He couldn’t even sleep that night, he tossed and turned. What was he going to do with your body?

Bury you? What if he sold the ranch and the new owner found you? Burn you? No, he wasn’t going to disrespect you like that. He would be erasing you from the world— but he had already done it.

He had killed you the minute he started pimping you out for miserable bucks.

He thought for days, until on a psychotic episode, he decided something— if he consumed you, he would always have a piece of you with him, he would have you forever, within him, in his system.

He devoured you like smoked bovine skin, it was funny, bovine skin was tough. Ha, you never considered yourself tough.

But he looked so handsome with you all over his mouth. He cried while he chewed, he really cried, chugging whisky so you wouldn’t come back like puke.

You worried. We’re you making his stomach turn? Were you making him feel sick? You worried for that, how dare you make him feel sick? You felt guilty, not even after your death you could do anything right.

Your sons came running to the kitchen, but Austin only yelled for them to go away. You got angry, why was he yelling at your little boys?

He had left them motherless. No. It was a cycle. Your mother was a childless mother and your sons were motherless children. He had taken you twice. Twice.

Now you didn’t feel guilty. If anything, you were taunting him.

Am I making you feel sick?

Am I making you feel sick?

Am I making you feel sick?

Am I making you feel sick?

He puked all over himself, sobbing his eyes and heart out. He didn’t have any other choice but turn himself in, the guilt was eating him away just like he had eaten you.

He had destroyed and disrespected your body. From day one. Your memory was now restricted to a Polaroid in the police’s evidence. The few people in town who knew you would only remember the horrid nature of your death, they wouldn’t remember you as a person.

You wished to talk to your mother one last time. To hug her and cry in her arms.

To tell her that you made it real far.

That you never blamed her for loving you the way she did while she was torn apart because of your father.

To make her stop thinking about you so hard so that she could get sleep at night again.

For her to stop worrying about you and your beautiful eyes.

To tell your mother and sons that you love them.

‘And I’ll see you when you get here.’

[magical-girl-coral]

Canonical evidence of every Fear and Hunger S ending in the Termina

Happy Ending

Cahara's sword in "Happy Ending" is the Sabbath sword you can find at the church. While it was said it was developed by Vatican city in the 1700s, this is also the same city that secretly did human experiences on innocent people to get closer to the old gods so chances are they were lying about this too.

If I had to guess, Cahara used his massive wealth to create weapons against creatures of the night and some of them somehow ended up in the hands of Vatican knights. Maybe one of his family members decided to start their own knighthood against monster and it massively backfired.

The true God of Fear and Hunger

While originally I was on the fence on this one thanks to ending C II, the Kaiser's flesh form was what sold me. That, and the fact that he mentions in his monologue before you fight him how he roamed the earth while out of his mind fits perfectly with Le'grade's derangement after D'arce resurrects him.

The only thing I'm bothered with is how D'arce doesn't have any hints of her existence in Termina. You'd think she'd get at least one name drop if she was the one who brought the Kaiser back from the dead.

The Enlightenment

The ending I'm the happiest is the most canon has got be Enki's just because of the lore drops we get from his skin bibles. It's interesting to note that Enki knew the God of Fear and Hunger was originally a nameless girl and that she was already a demi god thanks to her mother.

It also said that "[The God of Fear and Hunger] was the pure representation of fear and hunger, not spoiled by even a glimmer of hope", which is odd cause the player can and should bring the girl her doll and knife to make her more useful in battle and to make her feel lighter with the situation at hand.

It makes me wonder who brought the girl down to the depths if they made it obvious she was never getting out.

God of Ultra Violence

It's pretty much an open secret now that August is a descendant of Ragnvaldr thanks the cannibalism trait in his soul tree, his friendship with moonless and how the only contestant he truly open ups to is Abella, the only other person from Oldegård. I didn't even notice until I wrote this post that they both even have the exact same hair in their profiles.

It's also nice to know Le'grade is still getting his ass handed to him by a guy who not only got to get the title of a god before him, but also by the clan he build after he escaped the dungeons. Truly a massive L. We love to see it ❤.

[kazperthegh0st]

RaTing TMA season 1 episodes

001: Angler Fish, the cigarette and disappearance one. Not very memorable. 5/10

002: Do Not Open, the will power this one man contains is greater than God, i swear. I probably would have opened that coffin tbh. 10/10

003: Across the Street, to be Grahm or Not to be Grahm, that is the question. Eating paper is not really my thing but you do you. 8/10

004: Page Turner, kinda boring to me but it introduces important people. 4/10

005: Thrown Away, it reminds me of that one short FNAF story where the girl finds her real body cut up in garbage bags. I liked this episode. 9/10

006: Squirm, I have no memory of this episode. 2/10

007: The Piper, All i remember is rats, a dead dude in a dumb ditch, and The Great War. It was a good read tho. 4/10

008: Burned Out, There was a Spooky Tree, an apple, and a box ( i think it had a necklace in it??). There is also the religious dude— i think hes also the jesuit dude that killed two people in a later episode but i could be wrong. 5/10

009: A Fathers Love, this one was so sad to me ngl. I have two questions: What happened to the mother (i know she died but theres gotta be more)? and also whats the necklace all about ( i might be crazy but wasn’t it in the box in burned out?)? I do think the dad is somehow innocent, like he was possessed or smth. 10/10

010: Vampire Killer, this was a cool, fun episode and I enjoyed the different approach to Vampires. 9/10

011: Dreamer, We hear some new stuff about what happened to Jon’s predecessor, outside of that its an ok episode. Elias is mentioned. 5/10

012: First Aid, don’t remember this episode at all but i looked at the episode tag on here and Gerry is in it so on principle it gets a 5/10

013: Alone, my mind is so blank about this episode. Jon was nice tho. 2/10

014: Piecemeal, i don’t remember it well but Tumblr tells me it was good. 5/10

015: Lost Johns’ Cave, this reminded me of those tiktok videos about idiots who get stuck in caves. But at the same time this episode was deeply unsettling and sad. 10/10

016: Arachnophobia, proof that spiders do not die no matter what you do. Lazy ass cat ( Major Tom, great name, unintended David Bowie reference ) 8/10

***All previous thoughts were made well after the episodes were read so i could be wrong or forgetful regarding some details.***Future thoughts will be made immediately after, or the same day as reading the episodes.***

017: The Boneturners Tale, more of the weird books. I think there was arson in this episode (?) 5/10

018: The Man Upstairs, This one was absolutely disgusting (in a good way?!?!) it made me want to throw up but at the same time was sooo cool. 8/10

019: Confession and 020: Desecrated Host, putting these two together. Why is there such a strong theme of cannibalism and removal of body parts in this podcast? It was really interesting and well written. 8/10

021: Freefall, not that interesting to me ngl. It wasnt bad tho 5/10

022: Colony, MARTIN!!! A real character! He is a sweet innocent baby who can do no wrong. The episode itself was super unsettling. Who is the woman again tho?

023: Schwartzwald, this was boring, sorry. I know i should have found it more interesting cause its a letter for Jonah Magnus but it just wasn’t appealing to me. 2/10

024: Strange Music, I love the aesthetic of Pipe Organs, always have. (Why is it now in the institute?!?!) the creepy dolls and the circus clowns were cool. I love that the movers came back again, kinda odd but thats expected. 10/10

025: Growing Dark, not too memorable but there is now another missing person. (Yay). 4/10

026: A Distortion, SASHA!!! Another Real Character! Nothing had better happen to Jon or Martin or else. I love them too much. Micheal seems interesting too. 8/10

027: A Sturdy Lock, the first episode I listened to while reading the transcript. Is there or is there not a lock on that door? Bro should invest in a pet tho. Average episode but still good. 7/10

028: Skin Tight, wasn’t Cambridge Military Hospital in another episode? Also who is the archivist? The voice ( im listening and reading ) is different from Jon’s and is not female so not Gertrude. Sarah Baldwin is also a familiar name. Skin peeling. Lovely. (Sarcasm) 10/10

029: Cheating Death, reminds me of 007. I think its neat that the person making the statement had the Institute write it for him. This was a cool story. I like how much of it was a folktale and then it took a turn. 10/10

030: The killing floor, oh the delights of the meat industry. What was up with Tom Haan tho? Why did he kill himself? Why is there a living meat pile?!?! 10/10

Shortly after listening to that episode i made steak. While making steak i listened to the next two.

031: First Hunt, I kept thinking of that “Run Rabbit” song. Im glad humans dont have natural predators. But as an American (unfortunately) as soon as I heard where this was and the guy made note of the whistling… I knew he was screwed. Jon is so dissmissive tho. First episode where i only listened to it. 10/10

I have no idea why the previous story made me decide to cook steak.

032: Hive, this wasn’t much of a real statement but proof that Jane is crazy. It was just “insects do be buzzing” the noises in the background were upsetting. (Listened only while cooking a steak) 10/10

033: Boatswain’s Call, We meet Peter Lukas ( who may or may not be Elias’s Husband? I saw it in a Tiktok ) and I think it was slightly unsettling how they all loaded into the lifeboat. Did they vote the dude out or something? (Read and listened) 8/10

034: Anatomy Class, body snatchers named John/Jane Doe traumatize a professor. I love how they’re all trying to pump their hearts to figure out how they’re supposed to beat. Im a big fan of anatomical sciences. (Read only) 10/10

035: Old Passages, It’s Gerry on the hunt for Leitners books! Another dead person and some secret passages. What happened to Jon. Why did the Delivery Duo Dudes show up with a package for him??? (Read only) 10/10

036: Taken Ill, the episode itself was boring to me but the end was interesting. Why is there a lighter, that i assume has connections to The Web? What does Elias want with it? (Read only) 7/10

037: Burnt Offering, boring. Sorry. Could the wicca and voodoo stuff in the woods be related to Jane? (Read only) 5/10

038: Lost and Found, This was Sad. Important things go missing, more so they cease to exist, until eventually its the Husband. Jons fear of spiders returns. And now for the end of Season 1. (Read only) 10/10

039: Infestation, I did find it funny when Jon called himself an idiot. Martin just needs to let my boy Jon be in (SEVERE) denial. Jon is being watched (the eye!) Tim is so excited that he almost died. Its odd. Oooh its Not Sasha! “Archivist.” “Shit.” (I listened to it and then read the transcript) 9/10

040: Human Remains, what did Not Sasha do with the tape… I do know what happened to Gertrude so Elias acting the way he does in this scene is funny. (I listened to it then read the transcript) 9/10

Really good podcast. I liked it.

— are the secret passages from 038 connected in anyway to the tunnels around the archives?

— what was it that got sasha in the end and is real sasha dead?

— does gerard start to pop up more often? As an actual cast member?

— what was Jane looking for in the written files?

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Oh my lord, I just saw a thing on Pinterest that said: Of course I cum fast- I'm a busy man. I have places to be.

And first of all- hysterical. 10 out of 10. This man will not be shamed.

Second of all, of course- Here are the Horror Men I think would abandon you after cumming themselves VS The ones that would never leave you high and dry like that (Indented):

Warnings: Orgasm denial, selfish fucking/loving

(Most of) These men in this post:

Animal The Cannibal: If Manny calls on him I bet he would go 😅 Sorryyyyy.

Billy Loomis: He likes the feeling of you cumming around him too much for that. Don't get me wrong- he is a pretty selfish lover. It's just that, part of his pleasure happens to come from yours.

Bo Sinclair: Nahhhhh. It's not that he's wanting to be kind to you- he just thinks it's a mark of a sissy if he can't get his lover to cum for him. It's for bragging rights.

Bubba Sawyer: Yeahh... sorry Y/N. If one of his brothers call on him he will ALWAYS go.

Candyman: Look, its not always!, so don't get me wrong- Daniel is a good lover. I'm sure he is. But at times he just... doesn't have the time 😅

Captain Spaulding: Sorry doll, he's got like 3 insane middle aged children running about not cleaning up their messes and he's gotta get on that shit XD

Chop Top Sawyer: If you've got his attention, which you certainly do if you're engaging in sex with him, then he's all yours. He's all for you.

Chucky Lee Ray: He's full of bullshit but he is also quite busy so... take this as you will.

Dr Suave: Ain't nothin' gonna keep him from the face you're gonna make sweet thing... (*Cough* Sweet talker)

Drayton Sawyer: GENUINLEY REAL BUSY!! He'd stay if he could!! Don't sulk though, he'll get pissy at you.

Freddy Krueger: Damn, you're waking up! Well- Goodluck!~ (This asshole)

Harper Alexander: This man is Buckman's bitch- he literally pimps himself out for him 😅 So... yeah... Maybe you could talk to Buckman? Ask him not to call on Harper during the hours of 5-8pm On Friday Nights please??? 😆

Inkubus: Not his style.

Jack Dante: It depends on where his head is. It's hard to keep him in one place for long- if he's got his head in the clouds, his show is on, or he's got 'work to do', he'll literally just take care of himself and then fuck off. (If you manage to hold his attention though he WILL go until you fall asleep and then be there waiting when you wake up again. Stamina for days, I swear).

Jason Voorhees: The chances are, if you've gotten Jason to engage in... the act!!... then its gonna be all about you, anyway. He might not want to cum. It's in his nature to take care of the people he loves, anyway. So it's kinda the other way around, here... but voluntarily.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Too sweet. Plus, without a family shooing him this way and that anymore, he's suddenly got so much more time on his hands! Haha.

Jerry Dandridge: If he's sleeping with you his full attention is on you, and very little will have to power to stop it.

Kieran Wilcox: I love the idea that this too-cool-for-school, bastard guy- has really bad stamina (: So (: Yeah (:

Leslie Vernon: This asshole 😅 He's like sorry sweetie, I have preparations to do, *Forehead kiss*, love you so much, see ya! (He's being genuine, too. This is not a line because he's being lazy or selfish- He gets tunnel vision something fierce).

Lester Sinclair: I swear he hates leaving you unfulfilled, he really really hates it, but sometimes he just needs a little something to keep him happy before going to see his brothers and he doesn't have time to take care of you. He will when he gets back!! He promises.

Max Grief: He just wouldn't wanna leave you displeased. He wants to make you happy (:

Mayor Buckman: This one genuinly makes me laugh XD This man, oh my lord. Someone will knock on the door and he'll be OFF- forgetting in his eagerness to be do Town Duties that he first has duties to you goddamnit!-

Mental Manny: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what a dick. I'm sorry, but a dick appointment with Manny is just that- an appointment. And like any asshole with an appointment book he will decide once he's got what he wanted out of the transaction that oh, sorry, time is up! He has to go preach to some devotees for an hour. Bye sweetheart!~

Michael Myers: You just know he would. He does not care.

Mickey Altieri: Just not a selfish lover. It's equal with him.

Midnight Man: He might think its a game... 😅

Monty Hewitt: Well fuck, who knows what Hoyt might saw off him if he ignores him this time?? Please believe him when he says he wants to stay though, he really fucking does.

Otis B Driftwood: 'I'll go around back and take control, like I always fucken do'- Otis has clearly got a complex for being the Big Man in Charge, yes. And this is part of the reason he will leave you high and dry... the other part though is him being a DICK.

Patrick Bateman: Like Michael, he doesn't care. You can finish up yourself while he gets his keto dinner started.

Pennywise: I feel like with Penny its marathon sex or it's nothin', so yeah you're gonna cum. Do not fear.

Rocco The Clown: No way in hell will anyone ever tear him away from you. Oh, no. He (And I) would like to see them try.

SHERIFF HOYT: BECAUSE HE'S SHERIFF HOYT. HE IS EXACTLY THAT PINTEREST QUOTE.

Stu Macher: Would also genuinely say that 😅 Will answer every beck and call of Billy's and so thinks he's a very busy man. Call him back though and he probably will listen to you. Sorry Billy.

Stuart Lloyd: Okay- this man has probably not had sex for a LONG time- if ever. So yeah- even the muse gets ignored during that time XDD 😅 He~ is~ desperate (:

DBD The Clown: Sometimes he's too tired, which is understandable I suppose, but the asshole part?? He giggles about it. I mean, after that he coughs because he has not taken care of his body, but first he definetly giggles =_=

DBD The Deathslinger: He ain't as young as he once was- you just gotta give him a moment to breath XD Usually. Sometimes he will just smirk at you and leave, though. Cuz he's an EVIL COWBOY.

The Djinn: Not his style- Part 2.

The Man: He just would =_=

The Taxidermist: Like Stuart he is has been very dry for a very long time and he is NOT about to mess up this chance.

Thomas Hewitt: I would say he's the same as Bubba... but Thomas is a little tougher. Unless Luda Mae tried to call him away... you're good. He'll always finish you off before answering anyone else. (And Luda Mae wants grandbabies too much to pull him away XDD )

Vincent Sinclair: Sex is a whole night with him. He will have planned to have the whole evening and through the night without an interruption, so you don't run into any problems like this ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Nahhhhhhh. He's likin' what's going on here too much. Not even Otis on cocaine with a gun will separate him from you.