#let's get existential about if you should let people eat you while you're still alive or not

[brutal-nemesis]

Castys-balism

People seemed to enjoy the Castys content the other day, so here’s some more! I got the idea for this piece a while back but people’s nice feedback the other day inspired me to actually finish it (❁´◡`❁)

Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: Castys haha graphic cannibalism, mentions of suicide for convenience (immortal)

The food rations in the lifeboat had run out five days ago, and Castys could tell his crewmates were starting to get desperate. Luka was obsessively sharpening a spare piece of wood with his knife, hoping to use it to spear any fish that swam by. Vanja had started the involuntary voyage telling stories to keep everyone’s spirits up, but now she was silent. Rjukan was attempting to sleep more and more, trying to escape the gnawing pain in his stomach. Castys’s spirits weren’t quite quite as low since he wasn’t currently battling starvation, but this still wasn’t his ideal situation. But he’d been trying to think positive. Partially so he didn’t spiral into horrible despair or whatever, and partially so his crewmates would go insane a little more slowly.

“I’m sure we’ll get found eventually. Probably. We just gotta keep the hope and stuff. And we still have some water left and two flares! So, uh...don’t, um, be sad yet. Yeah.” Boy, he was terrible at this.

“Easy for you to say, immortal. You don’t have to starve like the rest of us,” Luka huffed.

“I mean yeah that’s fair. But like, you guys at least have an escape if we never get found. The only way I’m getting out of this is if I get found. Which could be in like 10 years. So there’s spooky in this for me too.” 

“You’ll get back to your life eventually. We might not,” Rjukan said quietly. 

“Yeah..yeah, that’s...uh, how ‘bout this? I’ll, uh, I’ll starve with you guys. It’s probably been kinda unfair watching yourselves waste away while I’m, uh,” Castys looked down at himself, still perfectly healthy even after being stranded for weeks. He’d been using his rock to kill himself every time his hunger became too painful, figuring there was no reason for him to suffer, too. Once again, he had failed to consider the Feelings of the Mortals. He really needed to work on that. 

“There’s no need for that, Castys,” Vanja said, putting an arm around his shoulder. “We need one of us to keep up their strength. Especially since…” she trailed off, squinting at something on the horizon. “What’s that?” Castys turned to look in the direction she was pointing.

“Where-” Something hit Castys in the back of the head, and the world went dark.

Castys woke up with a headache, again. Being stranded was just the best, huh? He tried to reach up to rub his throbbing head, but the tragically familiar feeling of rope trapping his wrists behind his back stopped him.

“Guys. Is there, ah, any particular reason why I’m tied up?” Castys sat up and immediately decided that he did not like the way his crewmates were looking at him.

“Why,” Luka said, tilting Castys’s chin up with his knife, “it’s so none of us have to starve.” 

“Huh?” Castys still didn’t quite get it, but once Luka placed the knife right below Castys’s kneecap and began to slice, he understood their depraved intentions perfectly. “O-oh my god. That’s-ah-come on Luka you’re-you’re better than this, aren’t you?” Luka paid his pleas no heed, continuing to saw the knife through Castys’s leg. He tried to squirm away, but the other pirates grabbed him, holding him down. “Guys, guys come on. You’re not really gonna do this. We’re friends aren’t we?”

“Oh, but this is what friends are for, Castys.” Vanja said, eyes wide. “Friends save each other’s lives. Friends help each other out. Friends share their food.”

“Yeah but I’m not like my own food you know? I-I mean I want you guys to survive and all but this...feels wrong. I mean-AAAAHHH!” Castys’s screams overtook his protests as Luka began slicing downward, shaving the flesh from his leg. Rjukan clamped a hand over his mouth, stifling his cries. There was pity in his eyes, but also hunger. Fucking hell, these people weren’t sane anymore. They were driven to do this by their hunger, they weren’t thinking clearly, and the fact that Castys was still a person, still their friend, wasn’t going to stop them. There wasn’t any hope in resisting.��

Castys wished he couldn’t feel the knife sawing off his flesh, the blade dull and nicked from all that time spent carving wood. He wished he couldn’t feel the hands on him, the rough rope around his wrists and ankles, reminding him that his crewmates didn’t care about whether he was okay with this or not. He wished he couldn’t feel the sting of the saltwater spray on what was left of his leg. But most of all, he really, really wished he couldn’t hear the sounds of biting, chewing, sucking, swallowing, that was his fucking leg they were eating what the hell it probably doesn’t even taste good guys please just stop I can’t take this this has to be some sort of horrible nightmare and yeah I’ve done some horrible things but I don’t deserve this right why the hell is this happening to me they’re eating me please please just stop haven’t you eaten enough yet you’ve cut down to the bone no don’t start on my other leg please-

He wasn’t sure how long it went on or how much of him was left when they finally finished their forbidden meat party. Yeah, he could have just, like, looked down to see the damage, but that sounded like a terrible idea. He’d rather let the butchered state of his legs be a mystery then throw up in his mouth, since Rjukan had swapped his hand out for a ball of cloth at some point. He even had the audacity to tie a different strip of fabric around it so Castys couldn’t even spit it out and sing badly at them now that they were asleep. How dare his screams of pain make them feel bad for having his legs for dinner? He understood that they weren’t really in their right minds but the whole thing was very morally...sus.

Would he have let them...do this if they had actually asked? They were going to die eventually, but it’s not like he wanted them to suffer and die sooner. But watching people eat something that was part of you was...well it sure was new. And not the fun shiny kind of new like when you found food you’d never had before and it was good, it was the horrifying kind of new like oh boy that’s a new kind of pain right there and I thought people couldn’t get any more messed up but apparently they can. But was that what a good person should do, let their friends eat them? Being a good person hurts. Castys wasn’t into it. Not at all. But he probably should be.

So he lay and looked at the stars and felt guilty for not wanting to let his crewmates eat him and wished they would at least kill him instead of leaving him to lie there with half the flesh on his legs stripped away. He really hoped they’d get rescued soon, more for his sake than theirs.

After all, they weren’t going to starve anytime soon.

Castys tag @ohmywhump and cannibalism tag @hearse-song (I’m just guessing you want that because Cannibalism? lmk if you don’t lol)

[slimcicle]

TIRED

Bill Skarsgård & Reader

Warnings; a little of masturbation

Word count; 1902

Note; sorry if you find something bad writing, English it's not my first language, I'm from Mexico but I'm trying my best, enjoy.

Chapter 2 - The long way home

You had been moving from one side to another in bed trying to fall asleep but it was impossible with so many things in your head; Your mother had called you saying that she would go to the city and expect to see you, your friend Charlotte had been hospitalized in an accident, you had a nightmare and he was still in your head. "Such a face like that was hard to forget" you had told yourself, sitting on the bed and carving your eyes, you looked at the table and it was 3:54 in the morning, impossible to go back to sleep so you got up and went to the bathroom .

The water was cold which was lucky and maybe it helped you to sleep, your hands went down your breasts taking them a little "I think some pleasure wouldn't be bad, I am a very...lonely woman" you thought when you kept lowering your hand until get to your pussy where you gave some massages and even with your thumb you gave him in circles. You heard the door of the other room slamming shut causing you to leave what you were doing and your heart starting to beat too fast.

"Shit," you whispered, taking the towel to get out of the bathroom.

You stayed in the living room until the clock struck 5:59 am, you opened the door of your room looking for your clothes and some shoes, you started by putting on a normal shirt and some long skirt. You made your breakfast when the same door slammed again "¿who could it be?" You had been asking to yourself and making a list; Mrs.Caine was too old, young Erin lived upstairs, the guard was downstairs and some others who didn't even come to they apartment. You had finished doing your makeup and now you were leaving the apartment, giving a light kiss on the cheek to the guard and entering your car.

The radio announced heavy rain for the afternoon, you thought that the best idea would be to spend watching television and getting fat but you had to go to work and maybe there you would see that beautiful man who had taken your breath away. You came to the studio, taking your bag and shaking your skirt, the watching how too many people were on the set in a circle, more than normal.

"Hey, what's happening?" You asked a girl by your side.

"Some guys are fighting, security is coming" she told you to return to what she was doing; record the fight in Instragram.

You evaded the fight and entered the set, the director was talking to some people "better not to disturb" you thought and you went to change.

"Good morning" You greet a new woman who was doing makeup.

"Good morning" you gave her a smile and dropped your bag on a chair.

You sat in front of the mirror, your hands fixing up your hair and you let out a sigh while waiting for the woman to arrive with you. You looked at your fingers, they were somewhat scraped and you had some drops of dried blood "What happened to me when I was sleeping?" You had many problems when you were little, you used to tear your arms when anxiety dominated you, you did it even when you were sleeping but you never believed that That old habit would come back.

"I'm sorry for the delay," the woman said, standing behind you, taking the brush to comb. "Everything is alright?"

"Everything it's fine"

Of course you kept asking, was everything okay? Did you ever want this life for you? It was what you most yearned for in life and you wanted to continue with this, it was what made a person feel alive and maybe now you can have a small role or a small job but that is how we all start and we will keep going until we have everything we dreamed, dreams can be fulfilled with dedication and now you sounded like your mother which you missed.

"We finished, the changing rooms are over there" she pointed to a door on your right.

"Thank you very much"

You were wearing a normal white shirt and shorts since the scene would be filmed in a pool where you would share a scene with the protagonist. You fixed your hair for the last time in the big mirror in the dressing room, taking a big breath as you started to walk to the door with all the attitude of the world and a huge smile on your face. Just coming out of the room he was back there, Bill was talking to one of the producers in the show, he was wearing a white shirt and some nice pants, his long hair was what you liked most and the small strand that fell from his face could make any woman crazy.

You went quickly to the room again with your back on the door breathing agitated "Come on Y/N, you're not a teenager anymore" You came out and tried to surround him but he walked right in that direction crashing with you.

"I'm sorry" he put his hands on your shoulders helping you not to fall.

"It's okay, I didn't see where I was going" you laugh trying to hide your nerves.

"Y/N right?"

"Bill right?" You joked with him and he laughed with you. "I ... I was just kidding"

"How have you been today?" He ask putting his hands on his waist.

"Oh you know, a morning like the usual ones, is not that something interesting happens"

"I think the same thing, except the fight this morning, did you know what happened?" He ask you now putting his arms crossed over his chest.

"No idea..."

The two were silent for a moment looking at the ground.

"I ... I should go now"

"Sure, I don't bothered you"

"No, you don't do it ... maybe you want to have lunch with me? ... Maybe?"

"Uhm, sure" he smiled and continued to leave the set.

"Holy mother"

Your mind was being invaded by ideas of how that lunch would be, thinking of the worst as he did not attend or that you would fall in your food, have a panic attack and many more things that made your anxiety continue to grow, your nails tearing at your arm and they made it go a little red.

"That was all for this moment, take a break," the director shouted and they all started going out for lunch.

You looked at your arm that had red lines on your nails, you tried to make them disappear while walking to the cafeteria. Your eyes were looking for Bill but you couldn't find him anywhere "maybe he didn't come because you're not good enough for him"

"Y/N!" Someone yelled behind you and you watched Bill come up with two trays of food. "Let's go outside?"

"Sure" you smiled walking with him outside.

The two sat in front of the parking lot eating their lunch. You looked at his beautiful profile, his nose should have an award for the best nose, his beautiful eyes and that face sculpted by a Greek god.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked you touching his face trying to look for something.

"Oh no, I'm just ... I'm very thoughtful" you turn around trying to hide your red cheeks.

"What did you think?"

"I think, in everything" you sigh, leaving your tray aside. "Like an existential crisis"

"That sounds a little deep" he said looking at the sky, you turn to look at him again.

The two kept in silent, you looked at the ground and he looked at the sky, thinking about how life should make sense. As everything was meant to be, will we ever know the future? You remembered that your mother used to say that she knew what would happen because she could see the future but you always laughed because it was impossible for a person to see the future.

"Do you want to go out somewhere tonight?" Asked Bill out of nowhere without looking at you.

"Uhm, sure" your heart beat fast, he was inviting you to a date.

"We can leave after recording some scenes that I have tonight"

"Sure, I ... I'll uhm, I'll wait here when you finish" you smiled nervously, standing with him and entering the set again.

You recorded your last scenes that day and waited as you told Bill in the parking lot. It was raining and you had forgotten to bring your umbrella, you heard the door behind it to open but it was not him, his car was still there so he could not leave yet. You waited about 19 more minutes until you turned to the door letting him see with an umbrella in his left hand and opening it.

"Come on, I don't want you to get wet" he said putting an arm around your shoulders approaching the umbrella.

His car smelled too good, like a beautiful candle bloom, there were some cigarettes thrown away but you didn't have to take much importance. He began to drive and your eyes are on the drops that fell on the window.

"You're not kidnapping me right?" You joked to remove the horrible silence between the two if you.

"I thought that it would be nice to take you along the long way to your home to get to know you better"

"Why didn't we just go to dinner or somewhere?"

"Charlotte told me you're not a fan of dinners, it bothers you that people see you eat"

You turn to see him quickly with big eyes, how the hell did he know who was your best friend?

"Do you know Charlotte?" You asked to settled in the seat.

"She is a friend of one of my brothers, come to see her because my brother asked me to leave some flowers" he look quickly to you and returned to the road "She told me about you since she was looking at a picture of you and her"

"That bitch can't keep her mouth shut"

"Haha ... I think you should know something more about me since I know something more about you"

"Alright cowboy, how many brothers do you have and where are you from?"

"I have 4 brothers and a sister, and I am from Sweden"

"I would give something to have only one brother" you joke and he laughed with you. "Swedish hmm? Du är en härlig man, Bill."

"Du är också"

You spent all the way laughing with him, making some unnecessary jokes and telling some anecdotes from his childhood. You had arrived at your apartment as you had indicated.

"Well Bill, thank you very much" you looked him in the eyes. "Goodnight"

"Goodnight to you too"

You approached him to kiss him but he change to the cheek, you laugh ashamed leaving the car fast. He left and you stayed in the rain, your pants felt tight and your hair was on your face.

"Yes!" You shouted as loud as possible frightening the guard. "Wait a minute, i leave my damn car"

"You will have to walk tomorrow Miss Y/L/N"

"Thanks for the help"

You would have to walk tomorrow but it was definitely the best night of all time.

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Can't believe I finally end chapter 2, forgive me please I'm such a lazy teenager lmao.