#living things hunt; eat; are eaten

[chokulit]

ive never seen anyone talk about this before so i will: i think the second opening of dungeon meshi symbolizes what would have happened if the winged lion won.

[itsartsavvy]

IM sorry, if you know my passion is with helping animals, do NOT tell me your bucket list of exotic animals you want to eat just to "see what they taste like"? Actual poacher mentality, one of the biggest threats to endangered species is the exotic culinary world, so EXCUSE me if I get pissy about it

[gatorbites-imagines]

Bl00d k1nk remmick or just remmick headcanoans

Remmick x male reader 

Ficlet 

I dont really know much about the history, but I can still horn it up. What is reader? No idea. 

I tried to leave it vague where and when this takes place, but readers mother at least had knowledge about some Irish folklore, like the Fear Gorta.  

Imagine Remmick kinda looks like that fetus voldemort thing in the beginning of this. 

not proofread, cuz i couldnt be bothered.

TW for blood, gore, etc.

Maybe living alone hadn't been your best idea, but you had never had much of a choice. No family, and nobody was gonna take someone like you in. Born out of wedlock, to a mother who prayed to gods the “right folk” shunned, and a father who had not even been baptized. In the eyes of everyone you were as bad as any demon. 

Maybe they were right about the devil, of being hunted and lost, losing it all to a being who would only play with you before it took your soul. Your father died because of his greed, and your mother because the townspeople feared her, even after using her to cure their sicknesses for years. 

Whatever it was, devil or not, you could somehow run your little farm all on your own. Not that anybody would work for you in the first place, but it was enough. Your mother had always warned you about spirits, about the undead. Like the fae, or the Fear Gorta. 

Perhaps that was why you helped him when you first saw him. You had always been told that the Fear Gorta appeared in the shape of a starved man, stumbling along, whimpering for any help it could get. And that not helping it would cause bad luck for a long time to come. 

You had never believed much in your mother's beliefs and magic, mainly learning her herbology to use it yourself. But this felt real, the same way it had felt real when you saw them kill her. 

He looked burnt, like the piece of meat you had left on the fire for too long, because one of your goats had gotten stuck in the fence that one time. Gaunt too, like somebody who hadn't eaten for a very long time. 

“Please, stranger” rasped the figure, one you were still half convinced was a spirit of some kind. But if he wasn't a spirit, and just an unfortunate soul, then it was still your duty to help him. 

“Come on, I live not long from here” you had said, going as far as to pull your coat off your shoulders to drape of his blistered skin as you helped him up into your buggy. It was night, he must have been freezing, which made you hurry up as you pulled the wagon up the old dirt road. 

The air felt heavy, like something was pressing on your very soul as your small home grew closer. Your beloved farm dogs barking up a storm. Normally they would quiet down when they noticed it was you, but tonight they kept up their howling, sounding more and more distressed. 

“Don't mind em, they just don't like strangers. Last time other folk came here it was to try and burn it down” you half joke, glancing back at the maybe man, maybe spirit. Finally, you could see his eyes, and they made something heavy run down your spine, like thick cold molasses. 

Your skin felt cold and clammy as you parked the wagon near your front door, but for some reason you kept going. Kept moving as you unlocked it, almost carried the man inside and placed him in your rocking chair near the few kindles left from earlier, kept moving as you lifted supplies inside. 

The entire time you spoke, talking about this and that, about the farm, nature, the creek you had discovered nearby when you were a child that somehow always had fish, even during winter.  

When everything was put into place, you had wanted to find something to eat or even drink for your silent visitor. It was then that you realized how quiet it was, had he already died? On the way here, he had at least wheezed every now and then, but now it was quiet. 

“Mister?” you softly ask as you step closer, feeling your heart clench. At least you got to give him a warm place to finally let go, that must have been enough, right? You should have wrapped him in the wool skin you kept, so he could have been warm before finally letting himself rest. 

Had your mother been alive, then she would have beat you bloody for even allowing something like this inside your home. But she was long gone, there had barely been anything left to bury back then. 

Your hand was just about to rest on this scrawny man? Beings? Shoulder, when he moved. The yell couldn't even leave your lungs before something clamped down on your neck, a terrible burn spreading through your entire being as your back slammed against the floor. 

It felt like being stabbed, because of course you knew what that felt like. Your hands felt useless even as you clawed, punch and yelled, your voice gurgling as you tasted blood. 

Maybe it was delusion or blood-loss as you felt your vision swim and darken, but you swore you saw the scrawny man's body start growing, thick muscles cording across his being and hair bursting from his almost bald scalp.  

Was... was he moaning? Were those claws he was licking? Coiling his too long tongue around his own fingers to suck up your life essence as he audibly panted like a hound. 

“aint you the most delicious thing I've ever tasted” he moaned, voice rough and otherworldly, eyes like those of an animal when caught in the light. What was this? Why weren't you dead? 

There was a chunk missing from your throat, one this thing had swallowed as he slurped and lapped at your pulsing jugular vein. One he had punched a hole through with his sharp teeth like cloth caught on barbed wire. 

But you weren't dead, even as you felt your back soaking through with your own blood. Even as whatever this was rutted his naked body against you like an animal in heat. 

“Like ambrosia itself. Where did you come from, my dear?” he moaned in your ear, voice rolling like a bubbling lake, or perhaps rather a rolling pot of oil, one you were about to be thrown into. 

“Seems you were made just for me” he almost giggled, his rutting speeding up as he ground his cock against your blood-soaked slacks. You could barely see, but your heart kept racing, gushing blood from your neck with uneven spurts, each audible splatter making your attacker whiner and moan as he slobbered it all up. 

At some point he growled, something so inhuman that you shivered, gurgling through your own blood as it poured from your mouth. You barely noticed the splatter of his own essence that he spilled all over your front, as the being sank his teeth into the other side of your neck, tearing into it like a starved man. 

“I claim you. You have given yourself to no other idol, so now you are mine” he whispered, lips brushing against your ear.  

It was hard to focus as his lips pushed against your own, his blood-soaked tongue slithering into your mouth to lap up the pool of blood gathering there. There was some sick part of your brain that found this arousing, enough to make your eyes flutter for just a moment. 

“Yes... just for me” he huffed, even though you had a feeling he had no need to breathe. 

The world spun as he finally pulled back, strings of blood and drool hanging from his mouth and your wounds, his grin like a fox that had just devoured the most delicious of chickens. As he stood above you, his naked body soaked in blood, your blood, some part of you twitched with a heated feeling you couldn't identify. 

“Rest now. I will return, don't you worry” was purred, the words melting together into one muffled tone, as your eyes finally rolled all the way back, a part of you certain you would die, punished for helping a stranger. 

Only for your eyes to snap back open, blinded by the sun shining in through the windows, the whining and barking of your farm dogs at the door.  

Your neck didn't hurt, had it all been a dream? A nightmare? Some erotic fantasy from the depths of your mind? 

Thats what you thought, until you sat up, your entire body sticking to the floor. When you looked beneath you, it was all coated in blood, there was so much it must have been enough for two or three people. 

Scrambling to your feet, you stumbled towards the one tiny mirror you owned, hands flying to your neck. No wounds, as if nothing had happened. If not for the blood, you might have thought it all a fantasy. 

You didnt burn as you opened the front door, letting the bright rays of the sun wash upon you. What were you? No human should bleed that much, or survive for so long? What had been the thing that tore into you like that? Had rutted against you and moaned like it had been paid for it. 

Remmick, something in the back of your mind whispered. Remmick, Remmick, it repeated.  

A cold shiver ran down your spine as your eyes turned towards your cellar doors, an underground cellar your father had once dug. The lock was broken on the ground, splatters of blood leading towards it.  

Your heart lurched, but there was something else inside you. Something hot, hungry, burning in your gut as blood rushed south. “Remmick...” you mumble, voice scratchy and dry.  

Maybe you should dig up your mothers' old books and notes, but you would have to go into the cellar for that. Maybe your new guest could help you look for them. 

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖 ♡︎

characters: priest!sub!blade x demon lord!nb!dom!reader

warnings: breeding, creampie, eating out, fingering, squirting, monsterfucking, non-verbal ask of consent, dirty talk, feminization (like literally), lactating, nipple stimulation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, size kink, belly bulge, cervix kissing, blade is a demon hunting priest, reader is a demon lord so they can choose whether to have a cock or pussy so basically genderfluid reader???? also reader changes blade’s anatomy to have a pussy and womb — it’s so messy okay😭😭

word count: 4.4K

notes: you KNOW shit is getting real when nobu starts word count. never thought i would be writing a bit of a dark-ish content yet here we are. the power of the horny😔 also inspired by my chat with one of ririshizu’s bots

special thank you to @theblades and @yenaakwyl for proofreading a whole damn 14 pages of filth

being a priest is no laughing matter. especially when you’re the type of priest that hunts and gets rid of demons who somehow ended up with a demon lord clinging to you, who’s constantly at your side, asking you questions about the human realm.

what was up with you, anyways? a literal demon lord, one of the lords of a deadly sin and yet here you were, dragging him around the streets, pointing at random things, wanting to sample every street food there were. sure, your human form was incredibly deceiving. a short, sweet human, clinging to his arm, excitedly pointing at the many different things that caught your attention. it would be hard for anyone to think of you as a demon lord in disguise.

except for blade. he’s been in this field of work for such a long time. constantly vanquishing demons who either were too annoying or possessed a poor, curious soul. the sharp edge of his shard sword is no laughing matter.

but you didn’t seem to mind. this demon lord, acting like a curious puppy, pulling him to each sides of the streets — ignoring the loud angry shouts of the car drivers and the constantly thinning of his wallet of course. not that blade had much to worry when it came to financial freedom. putting his life on the line and vanquishing demons from the human realm pays a generous amount.

it felt wrong to allow you to cling to him. you, a demon lord, no matter what your disguises meant or whatever pathetic excuse you came up with of wanting to sample human food. he should have gotten rid of you sooner yet no matter how much his hands twitch to unsheathe his shard sword, he just can’t seem to do it. no matter what his threats may seem or be heard of, the priest just can’t bring himself to harm you. if anything, he finds himself doing the absolute opposite, to his blatant horror.

“wait, no, don’t do that. the water just boiled so it’s hot, it could burn your tongue”

“you do realize that ice isn’t meant to be eaten, right? no, i don’t care how much of a pretty shape it’s in or if it still has the aftertaste of the coffee”

“if you eat too much raw red pepper, you could have a heart stroke. 14 is enough on one sitting. give it here”

yes, you get the point. a priest vanquishing demon, living together with a demon lord and even protecting them. hypocritical, right?

one night, as you two were cuddling on the couch and absentmindedly watching cliche horror movies that has demons with red skin and horns and a tail, that reminded something to blade. demons have unique demon forms depending on their sins and ‘birth’. but you never once showed an ounce of your demon form. not even a single slip-up.

“hmm? why do you ask? curious?” you hum softly, taking another fistful of the popcorn in the bowl. not that blade minded. if anything, he unconsciously pushed the bowl of popcorn closer to you.

“i guess so. you never even spoke of your demon form whether it has a tail or not” the priest mumbles, his husky voice turning softer just for a moment. or maybe he was just sleepy, judging by his dark eye-bags and little yawns.

oh right, you never did. but then again, blade never asked of your demon form before so, it’s to be expected after all.

just as blade had shrugged off your silence and turned his attention back to the tv, he felt something slithering around his waist. swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he briefly looks down at what was wrapping around his waist. there, snug around his hips was a long, pale white, scaled, snake-like tail. it seemed incredibly long, judging by how it easily wrapped around his hips few times and the rest was just dangling off of the side of the couch.

was this…?

he could feel his hand twitch. itching, something under his skin itching of wanting to reach down and run his hand over the smooth looking scales of the tail.

pat! pat pat!

before blade could even make sense of what the fuck he just did, his hand had unconsciously unraveled from it’s former crossed position. one hand going down, flattening his palm over the smooth, large tail before giving it a few pats. at the same time, he could hear another low pat pat! sounds coming from the side of the couch. must be your tail ends flicking and hitting against the couch, he deducted.

briefly, blade steals a glance at your face. still watching the movie on the TV, seemingly paying no mind to the feeling of his human hand resting over your tail. it was oddly warm to the touch. from the look of it resembling a snake like tail, he expected it to be cold.

slowly, he runs his hand over the scales. soft, smooth and easily gliding over them as if it was nothing. sure, some bumps are felt on the palm of his hand but other than the occasional little ridges, it was completely smooth. how… soothing.

blade doesn’t know how or when but over the course of time you spent at his apartment, these little moments of playing with your tail had become a normal occurrence. little moments of “affection” if you will. fridays had become the weekly movie nights. blade would put on some random horror movie that you chose to be the most interesting based on the summary of the movie. half an hour or so into the movie and blade would feel the familiar scales of your tail wrap around his hips.

the priest would sometimes toy with your tail in hopes of getting you to show your true color of being a demon lord. to make you angry. to make you snap and finally show your true colors. if anything, it had the complete opposite effect as your tail only tightened around him. low, deep rumbling sounds akin to a purr coming from the depths of your chest.

briefly, the priest would catch himself wondering how it would feel to lay his head on your chest as you purr. cats have de-stressing and soothing qualities to their purrs. would demons be the same? sometimes, he would even catch himself thinking of… sacrilegious things. like how your tail would feel wrapped around his legs, opening him up for you. how your form could shapeshift and could have a human male’s anatomy. would you purposefully make it big? would you force it past his twitching rim, uncaring of his whines and pleads to wait?

ah, but that sounded so unlike you. despite being a demon lord, you have been nothing but calm and peaceful with blade. soft hums, nods of agreement, always needing his help and inquiring him of his thoughts on something.

then, would you coax him? whispering soft reassurances in the shell of his ear as you softly push your cock inch by inch inside him. a large, clawed, inhuman hand running over his stomach, talking about all sorts of things, promising to breed him full of your seeds as he cries. opening his legs wide with your tail wrapped around his thighs, wiping away his tears as he cries so prettily?

“f-fuck…” unknowingly, blade found himself with a little problem. another movie night, another time spent together ‘cuddling’. yet due to his own thoughts, blade finds himself embarrassingly hard. shit, he needed to find a way to leave the room and take care of his problem. but your tail way starting to curl around him in loops, just like how a snake would wrap itself around it’s prey.

did you know? know of his raging hard on and was just teasing him now? no. taking a brief glance at your face caused blade to come to a conclusion that you didn’t know. yet. that was the biggest part. or maybe you did considering just how your tail was moving around his waist. slipping under the hem of his shirt, slipping up, curling around his body under his shirt. scale coming in contact with skin. blade almost let out a moan at the feeling if it weren’t for him biting down on his lips.

“[n-name], get your tail off. i need to use the bathroom” internally cursing himself out for stuttering, blade can only hope that you would oblige. gods, just the way you let out a soft “hmm?” while playing innocent, smiling at him and blinking like nothing happened while your tail curls around his skin.

fuck, he was done for. you knew. you fucking knew.

“are you sure? your body seems to react positively from the amount of human interaction that i’ve had until now, blade” the end of your tail circles around his peck. slowly trailing the end as if you were going to squeeze—

“n-ngaah?!” a surprised noise comes from the priest’s mouth before he clenches his jaws shut, brows furrowing together as he tries to ignore the feeling on his chest. soft and slow circles. the end of your tail was wrapped around his nipple, pulling and rolling it between as if it was nothing. shit, when did his chest get so sensitive?

“oh that was a cute sound. do it again” you hum, turning away from the TV and looking at him now. curse you for looking so damn interested and curious as your tail fondles his nubs. blade can feel his pants starting to form a wet patch as his breathing becomes more labored.

“t-take… your goddamn tail off. i swear, i’ll ghh—! chop it into pieces…!” despite his best efforts, his words had no bite. just weak mumblings of a pathetic excuse of a priest being turned on as a literal demon lord tugs at his nipple. he was even starting to quietly whine in place as he tries to swallow down his moans.

“say, blade. i read from somewhere that human chest can lactate when stimulated enough. can you lactate?” blade almost shrieked at your words. lactating? him? while it was true that human women can lactate if they gave birth, he was unsure about men being able to lactate.

“n-no! can’t! i’m a man, it’s impossible for my chest to produce mi—ungh!” his words die quickly in his throat when your tail clenched around his nipple tightly. pulling on it, familiar to a pinching motion. since when did his body get so sensitive like this? or was this all your doing? did you secretly put a spell on him to make him sensitive?

“stop..! [n-name] stop ooungh! please, stop! i’m telling you, i’m a man. i can’t lactate like a woman!” his pleads fall on deaf ears as you slip his shirt off over his head. instead this time, using your hands to knead and fondle his pecks. squeezing, rolling his sensitive nubs between your fingers, even tugging on them. it all got blade letting out uncharacteristic high pitched noises like a cat in heat.

“p-please… stop this, [name]..” blade trails off, red in the face, shame, embarrassment and arousal swirling in his stomach like a hot bubbling lava as he admits defeat and whines helplessly.

“then wriggle yourself out of my tail. it’s loose around you, bladie” you briefly retort as you suckle on his nipple. mouth latched to his chest, biting and planting wet kisses all around his soft pink areola. as weak as his whimpers and pathetic his begging were, he really wasn’t making a single attempt to pull back. you have given him enough chances even now as your tail stays loose around him. yet he still tries to act like he hates it.

switching between giving attention to his two nipples with blade not even thinking of pulling himself out of your tail, the movie plays in the background, long forgotten. you were determined to make this weird human of yours lactate. you can make him!

it didn’t took much longer until blade let out a yelp as a warm liquid drops in your mouth. the taste oddly sweet and a bit thick in texture. realizing that his chest was feeling much more heavier and nipples felt more wetter than before, the priest’s eyes widen in horror and arousal. did you really managed to stimulate him enough to make him lactate?

“oh? so, i was right! humans can lactate regardless of their gender” you let out a soft giggle, internally cheering as a bright smile comes across your face. the sheer amount of exuberance you showed in his lactation had caused blade to feebly attempt to cover his chest.

“don’t! don’t look… it’s embarrassing…” the man whines, shaking hands covering up his leaking nubs. but that proves to be futile as his hands covering his chest had caused him to twitch. everything felt so much and so little at the same time. his poor cock was neglected and weeping, staining his pants as you stimulate his nipples as he whines.

this wasn’t supposed to happen! he wasn’t supposed to be this sensitive to your touches.

but the leaking of his milk had seemed to cause something to stir in your chest. an odd sense of possessiveness and need to claim him growing in your heart, tugging at it. laying your palm flat against his stomach, you rub slow circles onto it. somehow, it had helped to lessen blade’s embarrassment.

“bladie, how would you feel if i were to make you my baby momma?” your voice cuts him out of the trance like state he was in. blinking his eyes a few times with a weak “huh?” as if he hadn’t heard you. with a quiet chuckle, you ask again. repeating the question to him slowly in case he was too pleasure driven.

baby momma? but that’s something that people refer to when women get pregnant right? were you referring to making him pregnant? but that was impossible! he was a man and men had different anatomy compared to women’s!

“i can use a few spells. you would have a female anatomy. but only if you wish to be my baby momma. i would take good care of you and the kids, we’d be together as a cute family. don’t you think we’d be a cute family, blade?” he could briefly hear you hum. but the rest of your words flew over his head since the female anatomy part.

a female anatomy. blade would have a pussy, a womb, cervix the perfect anatomy to get pregnant. he would be a cute baby momma. your baby momma. and he would carry your kids. a child who was half you and half him, a cute bundle of sunshine.

“please… please do. make me your baby momma. i wanna be your b-baby momma..!” blade nods frantically, not even bothering to think over the consequences too deeply. but the prospect of having your kids, of having you inside him got blade rubbing his thighs together, head spinning with all sorts of thoughts as his breathing becomes labored. you said you would take good care of him and the kids! he’ll be in good hands.

although a part of his brain was screaming at him, telling him to withdraw from the touch of your palm running over his stomach, changing his insides, blade could only sit there dumbly. a baby. a cute baby that you two made together. it would be so sweet, so cute. blade couldn’t wait any longer as he silences the logical part of his brain. all he wanted was you now. just you and nothing else.

the process didn’t take long. a few strokes of your hand and soothing whispers to his ear and it was done. or at least, from what you said. and oh fuck, was it true. when you tugged his pants and boxers off, what greeted both of your eyes was a slick pussy, dripping with arousal. seeing how you had successfully changed him, the priest lets out a weak whine, closing his legs to hide himself.

you didn’t seem to like that. clicking your teeth as your tail wraps around his leg, pulling his legs apart and allowing your hungry eyes to feast on his dripping cunt. blade couldn’t help his whine as the feeling of being so empty took place in his head. or was it inside his womb that he felt so empty?

“so sweet. you would look so cute with my cum dripping out of you” you mutter, running a finger up his wet pussy. the action got his hips twitching, trying to make you push your finger inside himself. tutting softly, reminding him to be patient, you slowly ease a finger in. oh gods, the stretch felt so good. so full and filled already despite it being just a single finger that was now slowly massaging his plush walls.

the soft whines and gasps coming out of blade turns into a moan as he throws his head back on the couch. long, navy hair spreading over the mattress as your fingers scissor him open. you would have expected him to be more… reclusive considering his usual act. perhaps you were wrong. the way that blade was throwing his head back, moaning without shame as his warm walls suck your fingers in greedily caused you to almost mistaken him for a virgin. or maybe he was just touch starved. poor thing.

cooing words of how he was doing good, how his gushy cunt was sucking in your fingers so prettily, you lean down to pepper kisses on his clit. long, forked tongue coming out momentarily to slip inside him with your fingers, constantly flicking his clit. the action caused to have made him oversensitive. strong, scarred thighs coming up to wrap around your head, a hand fisting at your locks as loud, pathetic whines of “c-can’t! feelss sho weird! [n-name], can’t—gyuuck! aanh aah♡︎!!” trails off into a high pitched whines as his hips jerk. legs clamping around your head in a vice grip, fisting at your locks tightly as his back arches off of the couch so prettily as he squirts in your mouth. ah right, in your own haze, you’ve forgotten and accidentally pushed your tongue in too far, hitting his g-spot.

well, that was fine. the cold priest sounded so cute and tasted delicious as he twitches under you. it would be fine to fuck him open with your tongue and prepare him thoroughly.

blade doesn’t know what to think anymore. was he even able to think? all he could do was to moan and shriek, trashing about on the bed as something deep and long slithers inside him. his cunt was being fucked open, wet sounds coming out as he gushes all over your mouth, tongue and chin. fluids dribbling down to your chin as you continue to force his legs open with your tail, arms wrapped around his waist and pulling him back into your mouth and fingers.

by the time you thought of him as prepped enough and pull your tongue and fingers out, blade could only weakly whine at the feeling of something pulling out of his warm insides. legs shaking, face flushed as dried tear stains cover his cheeks. his pretty red eyes looked so hazy, mind filled with cotton and statics. you haven’t even gotten to the main part yet!

blade feels something wrap around him. something bigger, warmer and gentle. clawed hands wrapping around his slender waist, pulling him against a massive frame. was this… was he on your real form right now?

tilting his head back to look at you, his hunch proves to be correct. no longer were you in your small human disguise. large, pale white figure with horns, tail and claw holding him in a safe cocoon in it’s embrace. despite having deep hatred against your kin, the priest couldn’t bring himself to hate you. instead, he oddly found your real form beautiful.

“huh…?” his thought gets cut off short when he feels something poke at his entrance. looking down, a sharp gasp escapes him. by the gods were you huge. girthy and long, thick with need and ready to fill him to the brim with your seeds. blade wasn’t sure if he could take such a large thing inside himself as he instinctively shut his legs close.

almost as if sensing his inner worries, you place a hand over his stomach, other hand spreading his legs wider to make it easier for you to slip in.

“don’t worry, pet. i’ll make sure it fits” your deeper, almost inhuman voice hums right beside his ear, sending shivers down his spine. although your words were soothing, the large tip of your cock pushing past his walls, opening his cunt wider was definitely not comforting. fuck, just the tip inside and blade was already thrashing about, shaking his head and stuttering out how he can’t fit it inside him.

“w-wait! w-won’t hhgh fit! ish too big! too bigtoobigtoobig—! m-my lo—oough! aanh! ish t-too fu-uck! big♡︎♡︎” the human squeals, cries, sobs and moans. loud lecherous noises coming from both his mouth and cunt. wet noises flooding the room alongside the low grunts and deep growls. you sounded inhumane, you felt inhumane but blade loved it all the more. the priest loved being spread open by your large cock, pushing past his hole, feeling his plushy walls and insides. ah, he could die happily filled to the brim like this.

finally, after long minutes of slowly easing yourself inside, you managed to fit your cock inside him. snug to the brim, tip kissing his cervix and making blade squeal. legs shaking and twitching, he came on your cock again at the feeling of your tip kissing his cervix. he saw that you were big but not this big! gods, he felt so damn full.

“so pretty, my mate. so full of me and i haven’t even fucked you properly yet” you grunt, deep, inhumane voice breathing by his ear and making him shake and twitch in your grasp like a sweet fawn. blade wouldn’t mind being a sacrificial lamb to you.

through tear stained eyes and blurry vision, he could make out the faint outline of your cock in his stomach. you were too big to the point your were causing a bulge inside him by just slipping your cock inside. how full would he feel after you have properly made him a baby momma? cunt weeping out a mixture of your cum, belly bulging so cutely. just the imagination of such action made blade buck his hips weakly. too fucked out to even utter a word.

feeling the pathetic excuse of movement of your cock, you let out a low laugh. tail wrapped around one of his legs, the other held open by your hand as you finally bounce him on your cock. slowly, slipping yourself in and out and yet the priest in your hand was sobbing as he blabbers deliriously about being fucked dumb on your cock. of having your babies inside his own womb. of being your sweet mate.

blade was a big guy. in human terms and physique wise, he was big. and yet in your lap, held open by your hands, back to your chest as he allows himself to be dumbed down on your girth made blade realize just how damn small he was compared to you. sure, he was big in human terms but compared to you, he was absolutely nothing. just a small hole for you to use. a fleshlight to be filled with your cum until you were satisfied. your baby momma to have his chest fondled and squeezed until his chest grows sore and heavy. milk leaking out it small globs from his sensitive pink nipples.

“my pet. my cute mate. my sweet other half. my adorable breeding bitch uhng… so fucking tight. so warm and tight like the cute little thing you are” blade could briefly hear you groan, heavy breaths falling on his neck, making him shiver at each breaths. making him cry and moan in a shrill voice like a girl each time your cock slid inside him. plunging deeper into parts he never knew before, grazing that one soft spot that made him shriek, tip hitting his cervix at each thrust. blade was so sure that it was bruised now. not that he minded it, the pain felt good to him.

“y-yours—! yours yours yours! your c-cute ma—aaanhg! aaanh haagh gyaaamf♡︎ y-your mate. your oouungh other half. y-your adorable♡︎ breeding bitch—!” blade’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, head throwing back to your shoulder when he felt your hand press on the bulge in his stomach. it felt good. so good that he immediately squirted on your cock again at the sheer pleasure the pressure brought.

but of course you wouldn’t stop. you would keep going, forcing his small body to bounce on your cock, occasionally tweaking his nipples, rolling his clit between your fingers. you were damn adamant on making him pregnant, breed him until you were damn sure he was knocked up.

he was yours. your human. your mate. your fated other half. your cute breeding bitch and you would be damned all over again if he ends up not getting pregnant by the time you’re done. blade was yours. no one else would ever take him away from you. no one. no one no one no one, no one else—

“AAANGH! M-MY LORD♡︎ c-cock giick! sho full…” the human shrieks and twitches in your grasp, legs weakly thrashing around as you finally cum deep inside him. the warmth of your seed spurting inside his gummy walls, painting his insides white causing blade to cum again. blade felt so full, the skin of his stomach stretching a bit to accommodate to the great amount of cum that was inside him. it felt so warm and sticky. messy, as it dribbles down your shaft, his small human body unfit to keep it all inside himself.

“my cute mate…” you purr softly, arms wrapping around your mate as he twitches and shakes. cheeks stained with old and new tears, jaws slack with drool dribbling down with his face as red as his eyes. he was yours now. blade was your human now. the weird priest was yours and no one would ever take him away from you.

“mine” with that final declaration, you placed a soft kiss to the crown of his head. he seemed to relax at the kiss, sinking against your chest as he black out. that was fine. you’ll make sure to breed him again once he wakes up.

[zombaebitez]

You Get Me So High

ellie williams x reader

synopsis: ellie goes on the balcony to light up, but you have another idea.

zom’s note: okay maybe this kinda sucks, but i randomly thought of this at like 2am.

word count: abt 1.8k

warnings: only nsfw content (don’t like, then don’t read!), top!reader, bottom!ellie, eating out (e!receiving), fingering (e!receiving), intoxicated (ellie is high, reader is not).

“Babe, I’ll be on the balcony,” you hear Ellie yell from the shared bedroom. You were currently getting a snack from the kitchen, having the late night munchies. Turning around, you see Ellie walking through the living area to the sliding door to the balcony of the apartment. “Mmm okay,” you mumbled, returning to the hunt for a snack. The only reason she’d be stepping outside this late was to smoke, you knew that.

After rummaging around through the pantry, you grabbed a bag of chips, and opened them, before turning to look at Ellie’s darkened figure outside being lightened by a soft warm glow, tell tale sign of her joint being lit with a lighter. You stuffed a handful of chips in your mouth as you eyed her figure for a while, munching in thought.

You were contemplating joining her on the balcony, you weren’t as much of a smoker as she was, but you did occasionally; you never cared if Ellie smoked around you or not, but she remained adamant about not smoking inside the apartment. Didn’t wanna make it a habit. But as you watched her, an idea popped into your head. You set your half eaten bag of chips onto the counter, dusting your hands off, deciding you wanted to join your girlfriend. It was a little chilly out, and you were only wearing some sleep shorts and a tee, so you quickly went to grab one of Ellie’s zipups, her’s just felt... better!

You were now sliding the door open, seeing the obvious smoke dancing around where Ellie was leaning on the rail. The only sign of her acknowledgment of you stepping next to her was a quick glance, and a wave of her hand (trying to fan some of the smoke away). “Ellie, baby it’s fine,” you say quietly, “Just wanted to get some air with you.” A half truth.

She hummed softly, bumping her hip with yours. The joint between her fingers emits a constant dance of smoke, following her movements as she takes another drag, holding, then exhaling. It was a comfortable silence, it always is with her. You turn your attention to the side of her face, her hair was a slight mess, slightly falling in front of her eyes. Gently you reach over, tucking some of the hair behind her ear, smoothing out her bangs. She hid a smile, turning her face away from you for a mere moment, then looked at you for the second time since you joined her.

Her green eyes always pulled you in, ‘so pretty’ you thought. She blinked before smiling again, a slight blush creeping up. “God you’re such a sap, babe.” You furrowed your eyebrows, before realizing, “Shit, I said that outloud?” This time she giggled, “Yeah, always thinking about me, huh?” She takes another inhale of her joint, her question being rhetorical, but you softly said, “Always baby.”

Ellie mumbled out a ‘god’, obviously trying not to seem too flustered by your calm, sickly sweet demeanor. Maybe the high was starting to get to her… no it definitely was. Ellie always seemed a bit more relaxed, easier for you to get away with certain things. Maybe it was a little fucked to admit, but you love when Ellie gets high, she’s so pliable when she is.

Shifting closer to her, you laid a hand on the small of her back, slowly moving it over to squeeze her waist. She swayed a little, not knowing whether to support her weight onto the rail some more, or lean into your touch. You glanced at the joint she held, before making a sort of impromptu decision to pluck the joint from between her fingers. She followed your movements, with slight confusion.

“What’re you doin’?” She asked, but didn’t make a move to get the joint back, she didn’t have the will to. You ignored her question, taking a deep inhale of the joint. She watched you, or it seemed like she was. The high clearly making its way through the girl, she seemed slightly like molasses as time went by. A little too calm, a little too heavy. You took one more hit, before stubbing the joint out, and throwing it on the ground, it was practically out anyway.

Ellie just watched you, clearly enamored by your presence, but not fully here with you at this moment. You didn’t trust her with walking on her own, and honestly you didn’t want her to; so, you gently pulled her closer by the hand on her waist, and slowly moved her back inside, sliding the door closed with your foot, and to the living room couch. She whined as you sat her down, immediately sinking into the plushness of it, closing her eyes.

Fuck, she was so cute, like ‘so cute you wanna fuck her up cute’, in the best way possible. You knew she’d either wanna knock out, or cuddle and not leave your side… then knock out within 30 minutes, but you had other plans. Getting on your knees in front of her, you gently pushed her knees apart so you could have room between them. She hummed, peeking at you with half lidded eyes, mumbling something.

“What’s that, Els?” You rub her knee gently, leaning your head on it. “Wan’ you up here w’ me,” her words were a little drawn out, voice quiet. You shushed her, pressing a small kiss to the side of her knee, ‘wanna take care of you, Els.” She merely hummed, no motivation to move as she closed her eyes again, allowing you to have your way. That was all the confirmation you needed.

You took this moment to let your eyes wander, she was wearing a loose long sleeve top, with some sweats that hung low on her thin frame because they weren't tied. You could see the band of her boxers peeking over her sweats, and fuck the more you stared at her, the more you wanted her. She was just so effortlessly hot, maybe you had a problem (or both).

Grabbing the hem of her sweats, you tugged. It took a little effort to get those and her boxers off as she didn’t really help much, other than spreading her legs back once you tossed them on the ground next to you. You decided to leave her shirt alone, it’ll take too much work, and you knew Ellie could care less about the shirt.

Her syrupy head is now filled with just letting you do what you want with her, and needing you closer. She weakly grabbed at your arm, as you settled again. “What is it, baby?” She merely whined out a ‘please’. You sat up to lean over her slouched body, running your hands up her thighs, and under her shirt as you did so. You knew she was slowly losing her patience with you, the high making her feel too heavy as time went by, she felt buzzy, that buzz soon settling deep elsewhere as she watched you.

Having a little sympathy, you moved forward to place a few kisses on her jaw and neck, leaving a mark with some, she wrapped her legs around you, desperately trying to grind her already messy cunt onto your stomach. She was really worked up, and just needed some form of friction already. You let her do that for a little bit, moving your kisses up to her pretty lips, already bitten swollen from her trying to control her noises. You roughly pushed her hips down into the couch, gently pushing your tongue to circle around Ellie’s when her whines started to turn into quick pants, ending with a deep kiss to shut her up.

Her exhale was shaky, feeling a little dizzy from the lack of air she didn’t realize she was missing. “Babe, need you so bad,” she started begging, a little incoherent, but she was. Poor thing, so desperate, so needy, just how you wanted her. You needed her just as bad, the urge to have your face buried between her legs triumphing wanting to fuck with her some more. You unwrap her legs from around your waist, spreading them wide, before sinking down on your knees again. She sighed softly, leaning her head into the side of the plush back of the couch, ready to get what she needed.

She was wet. Like soaked, you didn’t realize the extent earlier. “Fuck… Els, didn’t realize you needed it this bad.” She mumbled a ‘yeah’ in what you assume to be an agreement. You couldn’t wait anymore, you dipped down to place your tongue flat on her clit, circling it, and wrapped your arms around the back of her thighs so she could rest her legs on your shoulders in one movement. Ellie immediately cried out, a sound between a whine and a moan, as you continued the action.

The poor girl was shaking, tangling a hand into your hair as she pressed you closer. A slew of, ‘fuck’, ‘harder please’, and ‘right there’ kept coming, like she couldn’t shut up. As your mouth focused on your girlfriend’s clit, you teased a finger around her entrance, causing a sharp inhale from her. She grinded slightly trying to get you to press a finger in, and enjoyed the pathetic attempts for a bit, before thrusting two inside without warning.

That made her tense, her softer whines steadily turning into louder moans and pleas as you fucked her like a person starved. She couldn’t stop that fuzzy feeling from clouding her mind, and the one sinking deep into her gut. Everything was too good, a little overwhelming. But to you, everything was just right, you wanted her so bad, craved her even.

The room was filled with Ellie’s moans, and the sloppy sounds of your fingers pounding into her. It was fucking heaven at this point, you could get lost between her legs whenever. You curled and pressed your fingers up, as you focused more on her clit, making her body tremble, she was close, really close. You could feel it in the way her thighs tightened around your head, and the obvious spasm around your fingers. She started babbling about god knows what, her whining falling on deaf ears. And then there it was, pressing her legs further up, and a few moments later she came.

You kept at it between her legs for a little longer, her moans turning into quiet pants as you lazily fucked her through the come down. Letting that fuzzy feeling dully work its way through her body, and a deep satisfaction bloom. You slowed your actions to a stop, gently kissed at her inner thighs, feeling them tremble as you did. Then gently, you removed them from around you, as to not make the ache that's soon to set in worse.

You leaned back up to place a few kisses onto her lips, smiling when she did. That made you happy, seeing her all content and fucked out. Brushing her hair back behind her ear once more, you couldn’t help but murmur an ‘I love you’, to which she responded ‘love you more, babe’ with a yawn. Stretching your arms above your head, you groaned, ready to get off the hard floor, and clean up your girlfriend. You knew she’d wanna return the favor come morning, so your main focus was her. And she was about to pass out either way, that high about to knock her out. You loved it.

[ruggiezz]

— MOST TO LEAST LIKELY TO GO TO MCDONALDS WITH YOU AT 3 AM : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] twisted wonderland characters that would accompany you to mcdonalds at 3 am

[characters] all (romantic) + ortho (platonic)

[disclaimer] this post talks about food a lot and mentions of unhealthy food (in vil's and riddle's part)

[extra] i'm having way too much fun writing character's reactions

── Most likely

★﹕LILIA VANROUGE

Bold of you to assume he was sleeping in the first place. Lilia was playing the equivalent of Overwatch in Twisted Wonderland when you suddenly asked him to go to the nearest McDonald's. He agreed instantly, and now you're both on a date, with you eating fries and Lilia eating a strawberry sundae and a cheeseburger..

★﹕ORTHO SHROUD (platonic)

He agreed instantly. Can robots even feel tired in the first place? Ortho will search on the internet for coupons and promos, but first let him equip his eating gear; he wants to eat too. Everything for his best friend. By the way, he wants to buy something for Idia too.

★﹕ROOK HUNT

Rook got out of bed even before you even mentioned you wanted to go out, he woke up when he felt you were awake. Rook is a light sleeper; he can even feel when you wake up to go to the bathroom. If you really want a meal at McDonald's, who is he to say no? It makes him happy to see you happy, but he will stare while drinking his strawberry shake. Not a "I'm judging you" stare, but a "I like to see you enjoy your meal" stare.

★﹕MALLEUS DRACONIA

He has probably eaten McDonald's at least once because Lilia bought the whole of Diasomnia burgers. Alright, you're both going. Yes, he's still a little confused over why you would crave a really cheap burger at 3 am, but Malleus doesn't even care; the burgers are good and he enjoys indulging in human customs, plus he gets to see you smile. The only bad thing is that the employees got the fright of their lives when they saw the literal prince of Briar Valley enter the restaurant.

★﹕SILVER

Still sleepy, he agreed. There are times when he randomly awakes during the night, so he might as well spend it with you, even if it was at a fast food restaurant at 3 am. He'll order an iced coffee and some fries and listen to you while you speak about whatever comes to mind. You'll both have to make it quick though, he may fall asleep there, and you both need to get back before classes start.

★﹕DEUCE SPADE

He didn't even understand what you were saying; his mind was still foggy from being woken up so late. He said yes, not knowing what he was agreeing with, but a few minutes later he realized what he agreed to. Deuce, not wanting to have gotten your hopes up only for him to say no, got up and accompanied you anyway. He still enjoyed himself though, as long as he is with you, he's happy.

★﹕RUGGIE BUCCHI

He's tired because of how many errands Leona made him do yesterday, but you know what? He will still go. Food is food, and he could never refuse it. Leona lets him grab his credit card anyway, so order whatever you want, Leona will pay, even if he doesn't know that. It's not like he checks his credit card's expenses, so don't worry about it.

★﹕JACK HOWL

When he confessed to you a few months ago, he didn't expect that would mean signing up for you waking him up in the middle of the night, asking him to accompany you to eat fast food outside of campus. Still, he's your boyfriend, and he can't let you go alone, it's dangerous. Even if he doesn't feel like ordering anything, he will sit there with you until you finish your meal, chatting with you in the meantime.

★﹕ACE TRAPPOLA

You're lucky he loves you too much; he would have said no if you were another person. So now Ace is sitting at McDonald's, almost falling asleep while eating some nuggets. That one song they keep replaying will haunt him in his dreams; it got stuck in his head for like, a week. Riddle reprimanded him the next day for falling asleep during history class.

★﹕CATER DIAMOND

Out of everything he could have expected a person to say at 3 am, it certainly wasn't "I want to go to McDonald's". Cater takes a selfie with you inside and uploads it to his Magicam story, the close friends one, so Riddle doesn't realize he wasn't at the dorm. He still has no idea how you came up with this, but ok, it was for the funsies.

★﹕JADE LEECH

You're certainly unpredictable, aren't you? Jade stared at you for a good minute until he just got up, got changed, and went with you. Floyd has done weirder stuff during one of his mood swings; what harm can going to McDonald's do? He doesn't feel like cooking that late anyway. Just don't tell Azul you're both going to the competition, okay?

★﹕EPEL FELMIER

He had you repeat what you said twice to make sure he was hearing you correctly. You want to do what? Let him go back to sleep, please. Okay, whatever, he will accompany you, but make it quick. At least that's what he said before spending the next two hours chatting with you while eating. He sadly got caught by Vil when he came back. Rook snitched.

★﹕SEBEK ZIGVOLT

No, he has to make sure nobody attacks Malleus while he's sleeping. But with some reassurance from Lilia (and him asking Sebek to bring him a burger) and his love for you, he decided to accompany you. He'll ask for the biggest burger since he has a big appetite. He did enjoy it at the end; 10/10 would do it again (but he won't say that out loud).

★﹕KALIM AL-ASIM

He doesn't mind that you woke him up, and he would like to go, but there's a small problem: he isn't allowed to go anywhere without Jamil, which means he would need to wake him up. Jamil wouldn't be happy about that, and Kalim doesn't want to bother him either. So you both just order takeout and give the delivery guy a very generous tip.

★﹕IDIA SHROUD

Idia was awake, but he really doesn't want to go, and he's also farming for an event. Great, now he's craving McDonald's too. If you really want to go, you can have Ortho accompany you, but please bring him a chicken sandwich and some fries. You can use his debit card to pay.

★﹕TREY CLOVER

... What? What did you even dream about to crave McDonalds so late at night? Trey says you both can go on the weekend if you really want to, but go back to sleep, please. There's an important exam tomorrow, and you'll both be in trouble if you suddenly fall asleep in the middle of it.

★﹕FLOYD LEECH

He was not in a good mood after being woken up in the middle of the night. Floyd won't let you go, squeezing you so hard that you can't even move away from the bed. You're not going anywhere the whole night, and if you still want the meal, you can order some in the Mostro Lounge tomorrow.

★﹕LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

It's 3 am, what the heck. Leona says Ruggie can buy you some tomorrow; ask for as much as food as you want, but not at 3 am. He will fall asleep on top of you, so you can't even move, just in case you try to sneak out while he sleeps.

★﹕JAMIL VIPER

No, please, he's tired. He did so much work yesterday: laundry, cooking, folding clothes, tutoring Kalim, paperwork for an upcoming event, and preparing for an exam. He just wants to rest for at least a few hours. Go back to sleep, please. He promises he'll cook you a burger with some fries tomorrow. His cooking is way superior to fast food anyway.

★﹕RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

"No, that's unhealthy", he says. Somebody buy him a happy meal or something, Riddle has probably never eaten fast food in his life. Either way, there's class tomorrow, and he would never forgive himself if he arrived late to a lesson. So no, you aren't going anywhere.

★﹕AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Why would you want to eat at McDonalds when he has a literal restaurant? Are you trying to buy from the competition? Now Azul is offended at 3 am, so offended that he dragged you to the kitchen to make you a meal resembling the McDonald's one just to prove Mostro Lounge's food is better.

★﹕VIL SCHOENHEIT

Excuse you? Not only did you interrupt his beauty sleep, but you want to go eat McDonald's'? It's 3 am, please go back to sleep or you'll get dark circles. Lack of sleep is bad for your skin, and he won't take the risk, much less to eat unhealthy food.

── Least likely

[madrone33]

Number 1 Rule of adapting the Odyssey into EPIC is: if it can be more dramatic, it will be more dramatic.

The Greeks decide to throw the infant Trojan prince from the walls because they're scared he'll try to avenge his family? No, Zeus comes down to personally give Odysseus a vision of being killed and says his family WILL die. Kill the baby that reminds you of your son right now, it's the gods will.

Odysseus goes to greet the inhabitants of an island and gets trapped in a cave for two days by the cyclops that's eating his men one by one? Nope, we got BOSS BATTLE 30v1 in the Ithacans' favour until BAM fourteen pancakes are made by Polyphemus' club and oh shit Polites is DEAD-

Athena is just vaugely absent for the whole journey until the end? We got emotionally charged platonic breakups instead, with yelling and insults and "well I'm breaking up with you FIRST!"

Smooth sailing to Ithaca? STOOOORM-

Odysseus' great-great-great-grandfather giving him a speed boost to help him on his way home? Get ready for trickster wind gods, mischievous winions, and a game that was rigged from the start.

Random-ass suspicious and greedy crew mates open the bag? It's Eurylochus, his second in command, his brother-in-law, the man he trusted, Eurylochus WHYYY

Parking in the wrong harbour and getting boulders thrown at the fleet by angry man-eating giants while Odysseus backs away veeery slowly? Nah Poseidon himself pulls up to dunk on them, and Odysseus has to make a last minute getaway using the power of STOOORM to avoid being curbstomped like his fleet.

Odysseus gets some stronger drugs from a god to make him immune to the other drugs of a goddess? Well these drugs actually give him magic powers which he uses to engage in a Pokémon/Yu-Gi-Oh style BOSS BATTLE!

Get some closure with dead loved ones and acquaintances, and be the first interviewer of the fallen heroes of past ages? Nope, we just got TRAUMA and a whole boatload of guilt!

A neat outline of what the rest of the journey will look like, a warning against an island of cows that will slow him down, and the way to appease Poseidon? This Tiresias just says "Y'know there used to be a world where you made it home, BUT I DON'T SEE IT NO MORE. IT'S GONE. IT'S OVER. Also, your palace is fucked."

Sailing past the sirens while getting to be the first mortal to hear their song and live? M U R D E R

Sailing past Scylla to avoid Charybdis and accidentally getting six men eaten because he thought he could totally take Scylla, even though Circe said he couldn't, and then he realised he, in fact, cannot take Scylla? ... Eurylochus, light up six torches.

Eurylochus waits till Odysseus is out hunting and then goes behind his back to mutinously rally the crew and feast on some sacred cattle? Betrayal on both sides, stabby stab, K.O., and then Odysseus helplessly watches them make the greatest mistake of their lives as they ignore his pleas.

Quick clean and easy lightning-strike to the ship, leaving Odysseus to cling to some driftwood and paddle away? Zeus himself appears to the mortals, monologues, makes Odysseus be the one to choose, and then smites the whole ship leaving Odysseus to nearly drown anyway.

Telemachus gets advice from a disguised Athena to yell at the suitors and then sail away to look for news of his missing father? Telemachus gets into a full on beatdown with the suitors and gets FIGHT CLUB TRAINING from Athena!

Athena goes "dad I want my favourite mortal back? Did you forget about him? I think you forgot about him" and Zeus instantly replies "nonsense. How could I have forgotten that funny little mortal? Of course you can have him back my sweet favoured child <3" and then Athena skips off to Ithaca? "Father please-" "LIGHTNING BOLT! ANOTHER LIGHTNING BOLT! LIGHTNING BOLT TO THE FACE HOW DARE YOU ASK ME OF SUCH A THING!"

Poseidon does a double take "wait they let him go?? Oh hell nah!" and then sends a giant fuck off storm for Odysseus to swim through until he reaches the Phaeacians? No, Poseidon's just been there on Ithaca's shores, waiting for eight years, now get in the water BITCH- except Odysseus is just like "oh yeah? Fucking FIGHT ME"

You thought the suitors in the Odyssey were bad? Jorge really just said "dial that shit up to ELEVEN"

[bandydear]

It should be fucked up to go from literally hunting each other for sustenance to being able to go grocery shopping for anything at any time. It should be fucked up to reintegrate into polite society where people act like messing up a latte is life or death when you’ve literally had life or death situations every day.

And then going back to that. Being back in that and saying “I’m normal. We’re normal. This is okay.” For 25 years. You lived Out There for less than 2 years and you’ve been back for 25. Why aren’t you normal? Why do you still tense up when you hear howling on a TV show, Taissa Turner? Why do you hoard food, Shauna Shipman? Why are you afraid to turn your back on others, Natalie Scatorccio? Why aren’t you afraid, Misty Quigley?

These things used to matter. How they reacted to food. Nat’s disgusted “Jerky, really?” To Misty’s “What?” In season one. Because they’ve eaten jerky made out of people. Nat doesn’t eat meat. Taissa pretends not to in public. Shauna and Misty eat it seven times a week. These are interesting character choices. These are reflective of who they were out there and “what they did” which used to be such an ominous and interesting plot thread. When they all got back together in season two, I thought this was the avengers finally assembling. The gangs back together. What will they do? How will they talk about it? And they did! I thought when Shauna asked if the others had forgotten some things that it was an interesting and true take on trauma. Some things are so bad that the brain does not hold onto them. It’s also a potential character moment. Is Shauna lying here? Does she remember everything and she just doesn’t want to? She’s the only one who kept record of what they did after all. I don’t believe her when she says she doesn’t remember. I do believe Lottie because she’s been concussed and given electro shock therapy since then.

But that line wasn’t an exploration of trauma. It was an out for the writing staff. To not have to tie things in anymore.

Why isn’t Shauna haunted by Natalie this season? It would align better with their struggle in the teen timeline and Shauna’s guilt (if any) over Nat dying instead of her? Why was this a joke instead? Why are we replaying the best of My Name is Earl with Jeff instead? Why aren’t we paralleling the teen and adult timeline anymore? Where’s the fucking plot?????

[teleheadhound]

The Buried (2/15) “Cave Dweller”

The Buried (2/15) Cave Dweller

This is the second design in creating creatures for the 15 fears. This is a creature that lives in cave systems deep within desert mountains. This range is known to be “haunted”, often attracting brave spelunkers. They are lured in with howls and erie calls only to be eaten by the thing that winds itself through tight spaces. It relies on “trap” hunting, luring its prey into spaces it can’t escape before eating it. It is constantly hungry despite not being able to starve.

[roanofarcc]

A CHANGE OF FATE

pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary: when you’re next up to be hunted, lottie prays for the wilderness to reconsider. 

warnings: typical yellowjackets gore/violence & references to cannibalism, the belief in the supernatural, and culty themes. something akin to a blood pact (kind of but not really). death of a made up JV girl- aka new pit girl just dropped (literally). ANGSTY but with a somewhat happy ending.

word count. 1.9k || masterlist (send me requests!)

Desperation was in high supply among the makeshift shelters you and those who remained of your high school soccer team had built. Food was in low supply, stringing each of you out on the ledge. That pain in your stomach caused an itch in everyone, a gleaming behind their wild eyes of anticipation, of a solution. The rational parts that held onto your brain with a death grip were too quiet to drown out the animalistic instinct within you. Though, it’d never be you to suggest another hunt. You were deep in the waters of the wilderness, but you had not gone completely under. To you, it was one thing to participate in the solution to everyone’s hunger, but it was another to suggest it be done. 

That burden fell onto Natalie since they all took their bow back before their cabin went down in embers. When they relinquished the title of Queen to their hunter, she made the call with the chain of command. 

You felt the heaviness in their air when you awoke that morning; the thickness of fate was almost tangible, something you were tempted to squeeze between your fingers. In your hut made of sticks and dirt, you blinked away the constant fatigue and forced yourself upright, noticing Lottie had already woken up. 

Each shelter was made big enough for two people, meaning everyone had to bunk up. Nearly everyone buddied up with who they’d been sleeping close to since the crash or who they were less likely to smother to death. 

Lottie had asked you to stay with her, and there was no chance you’d refuse. Even before the plane crash, you and Lottie had been two halves of one heart-shaped locket, knotted together so tightly that no one even attempted to untangle the two of you. 

Stepping outside, pulling your jacket and blanket tighter around your shoulders in the brisk morning air, you spotted Lottie seated around the fire with Natalie. Almost everyone else was still asleep, the sun barely up yet. 

A soft smile graced Lottie’s lips at the sight of you. She patted the space beside her on the dead log, and you joined them at the fire. The heat instantly warmed your sock-clad fingers as you held them up with the flickering flames. 

“It’s time again,” Lottie said after a beat of silence, letting you enjoy a moment of warmth before having to face reality. 

You flickered your gaze onto Nat, who nodded, jaw clenched but face neutral. A sigh escaped your lips, your breath visible in the air. Nat and Travis had continued to return to camp empty-handed, creating a larger gap between the need to maintain civility and starvation. 

“I’ll let Shauna know,” Nat said, leaving the fire. 

Turning her body towards you, Lottie grasped your cold hands in hers, holding them in the space between you two. “You’re shaking,” she said, her morning voice slightly raspy. 

It was an involuntary reaction of fear that still inhabited your body but was too weak to emote on your face. It took other forms, leaving you with trembling fingers and a gnawing feeling of teeth chewing on your gut. There were only two ways hunts went: eat or be eaten, whether you were scared or not. No amount of fear could save you, but that didn’t mean your body didn’t feel the effects of all of that fear numbed in your veins, pushed aside because of new rules and ways you’ve adopted. It lived there, just under a sheet of ice that sometimes cracked, allowing some of the fear to seep through until after the idea of you being the one to die was given to someone else. 

“Just cold,” you murmured in response. 

Lottie glanced upwards at the pale sky strewn with clouds. “The sun might come out today,” she said, returning her dark eyes to you. They filled your chest with warmth, peering into them. For a moment, looking into Lottie’s eyes made you feel back home. You could pretend you were at a sleepover, sharing your bed and gossiping under the covers. Then the wind breaks the fantasy, forcing you back to the woods. 

The morning moved sluggishly. Everyone’s cold limbs stretched in the sparse sunlight that peaked out from behind clouds once it was awake in the sky. 

When it was time for the drawing, everyone gathered around the crackling fire. The tension and desperation twisted in the air, ringing every ounce out and onto them in an invisible rain shower. 

You stood beside Lottie, twisting your hands around in front of you. You thought, once the realization came that no one was coming to rescue you, you’d make peace with death, but it remained a lump in your throat. It was possible death could be better than the reality you and your friends faced, but the urge to live hadn’t been silenced inside of you. 

Van walked around the circle slowly, each person she stopped in front of drew a card. One after one, the Queen of Hearts remained unpicked. Van stopped in front of you, her sunken eyes gazing into yours for only a moment before her head dipped and her hands holding the cards extended toward you. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you pulled the top card from the deck and twisted it to face you. 

During your time out there, many things had struck you with an icy cold dread, it had become a regular occurrence. But as you stared at the Queen of Hearts, sealing your fate, air refused to re-enter your lungs. The world blurred as you held up your death sentence, unable to see the reactions of your peers. 

“The wilderness chose.” Van’s voice cut through the sound of blood in your ears. 

Turning your head, you locked eyes with Lottie. She was shaking her head, hands clenched in fists at her sides. 

Nat approached you with a trembling chin that she tried to steady as she pulled Jackie’s necklace from her pocket. The golden chain glinted as she held it up for the wilderness to witness before she placed it around your neck, clasping it in place. 

“This isn’t right,” Lottie muttered, but it was so quiet everyone heard. 

A hand was placed on her shoulder, Shauna offering Lottie both a warning and a sorrowful look. The wilderness had spoken, had chosen you as their next hunt. There were no do-overs. 

Nat stepped back from you, holding her head high with a heaviness that shined in her frown and bloodshot eyes. “What do you choose? Surrender or a hunt?” 

The lump in your throat grew, making it almost impossible to speak for a moment. You shifted your gaze onto Lottie once more, who hadn’t taken her eyes off of you yet. The necklace felt like a weight around your neck, and your cold limbs were stiff. It would have been easier to surrender, let Shauna slide her butcher knife across your throat, and meet death with no resistance. But that choice felt wrong. It felt unnatural like something was telling you not to surrender, not yet. 

“A hunt,” you answered, your voice cracking down the middle. 

It had been decided. The girls turned their backs to gather their weapons, and you had one chance to run and see if the wilderness would change your fate. The ground was hard against your worn-out shoes as you sprinted through the maze of trees. Sunlight filtered through the scarce branches, guiding your path and your fruitless endeavor. As the cold wind kissed your face, your eyes welled up with tears. You were unsure if the tears were simply a reaction to the cold or a release of the emotions you’d been holding close since you arrived there. 

You stumbled upon a crossroads as the feral cries of your teammates rang somewhere behind you. They were approaching fast, gaining on you. You made a right, stumbling down a steep hill until you reached the bottom. 

The cries and yells rained down on you from the top of the hill, axes, knives, and any other weapon they had found or fashioned were clutched tightly in their palms. Somehow, despite the ache in your legs, you continued to run. The pathway ahead was covered in a thick layer of rotting leaves. You don’t know what it was, exactly, why alarm bells sounded when you started running towards the leaves, not thinking much of anything except you being hunted. But just as your teammates closed in and the toe of your shoe touched the edge of the blanket of leaves, you banked hard left, all but throwing your body into the dead plants and avoiding the leaves. 

The group veered left to follow you, but one of the girls, Arasha, didn’t slow as she barreled onto the blanket of leaves. The ground disappeared underneath her as Arash screamed, plummeting into a pit. 

“Stop!” Lottie yelled with so much force it made everyone freeze where they were. You stopped too, having watched Arash fall. 

No one moved for a moment until Misty shook herself out of her feral daze and crept to the side of the gaping pit. Over her shoulder, she looked back at the group. “The wilderness has chosen another,” she announced. The girls and Travis dropped their weapons aimed at you just as your legs gave out.

Your breath was ragged, and tears streamed down your cheeks as you sat in the frozen dirt. A hand suddenly cupped your cheek, a little warmer than your windburned skin. Lottie kneeled in front of you with a breath of what you thought sounded like relief. 

“I told you it wasn’t right,” she whispered, leaning forward to press her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, feeling grounded by the gentle rubbing of her thumb against your cheek. Her other hand gripped the hem of your jacket, like she was scared if she wasn’t holding onto you, you’d have to run again. 

Once your heart settled just slightly, the adrenaline fading enough to focus, you blinked open your eyes and noticed a deep crimson stain forming on the fabric of your jacket. 

You took Lottie's hand, turning it so her palm was facing upwards. A large cut had been made down the center of her palm, leaking blood out of the wound. “What did you do?” you whispered, not wanting to catch the attention of the other girls, who were hauling Arasha’s body out of the pit. 

“I had to try something,” Lottie said. “It couldn’t take you too.” 

You pressed your hand over her palm, lacing your fingers together. Lottie hissed in pain but squeezed your hand tightly so you wouldn’t let go. The woods creaked and moaned around you, noises of the wild and something else that lived among it. Strings of fate fluttered in the wind, tied to each person stranded in the woods, pulling them taught and cutting them one by one. Your string had been spared while Arasha’s was severed, serving her up as the next Yellowjacket to keep the rest of them alive. 

That night, smelling like smoke, you and Lottie lay side by side in your small shelter. You had wrapped her hand with fabric, Jackie’s necklace was returned to Nat’s pocket, and the fire smoldered in the wind. 

Lottie’s banded hand stayed wrapped tight around your torso as your head was fixed in the crook of her shoulder. The wilderness continued to work in its ways that you nor anyone understood, but it, for whatever reason, continued to keep you and Lottie in arms reach, held tight and alive. Lottie had made sure of that. 

[banj0possum]

Hi I'm wondering if you can make a platonic yandere zombie boys x child gender nutreul reder and they find us wondering around by our self and they basically adopt us

Zombie Horde x Child! GN! Reader

they have no idea what theyre doing

💀 Literally where did you come from..

💀 You just happened to wander into the mall they lived in and find Screw rummaging for stuff in an old freezer.

💀 He picks up your scent and looks at you, but..you're small..

💀 He smelled a human, what is this small creature??

💀 He approaches you curiously with chirps coming from his throat, poking at your tummy and picking up tiny strands of hair, just...looking at you..

💀 Then you let out a little giggle, huh???what???

💀 What noise are you making? Are you calling your horde?? Are there more of you?!?!

💀 So he ties a cord around you and brings you to the rest of the horde, keeping you at a distance as you run around, pulling at the leash.

💀 He calls the others and Ribs immediately sees you as food, but Bo holds him back by the collar.

💀 He doesn't know what you're doing here, but he does know youre supposed to be a baby human.

💀 Maybe lets keep you and raise you so you can grow up and be eaten! You know like cows and whatever humans did?

💀 Yeah sure, totally not gonna bite them in he ass one day.

💀 Bo is the first to take care of you, he just accompanies you while you walk around the mall.

💀 You arrive at the old arcade, most of the stuff there were broken or forgotten, there wasn't much use for arcade prizes or small candies after the apocalypse happened..

💀 He watches you run up to an old claw machine, the toys inside were still as pristine as they were years ago, the glass box acting as a protective barrier from the hands of time.

💀 Your face was practically on the glass as you stare at the fluffy toys longingly

💀 Bo watches as you almost whimper at the sight of them

💀 *sighhhh* well, wouldn't hurt to give you what you want right?

💀 You two leave the arcade with a bag full of fluffy new friends and a broken claw machine

💀 Next was Soda, he just tied you to a cord and just let you do whatever

💀 He kinda just ignored you until he hears you fall over and start crying

💀 oh oh no oh no

💀 please please dont cry uhh

💀 do you want food? uhhh uhhhh!!

💀 He hands you the juicebox he was saving for himself and you immediately stop crying and go on the run around

💀 oh no my juice!! better make sure you don't hurt yourself again

💀 He's so much more protective of you now, he makes sure you're playing safe or not putting something in your mouth you're not supposed to.

💀 Screw was kinda just..there

💀 Both him and Ribs looked after you together, it was more of Ribs watching you and Screw watching Ribs to make sure he doesn't eat you.

💀 The whole thing went to the 3 of you chasing a mutant animal around the mall together, giggling and playing the whole day

💀 They taught you how to be feral, Ribs is a bad influence..

💀 The horde gradually starts teaching you things like hunting or picking up scents

💀 Thinking about it now, they'd never imagine ever hurting you or making you cry

💀 During cold nights they all huddle together with you in the middle, keeping you safe from anything that would hurt you..

💀 Looks like they wont be raising you for meat any time soon..

[lurochar]

Before It All (Pt. 2)

Warnings: Obsessive Alastor. References to racism, sexism, and racist terms

Part 1 + Part 3

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Hell.

So it actually did exist.

The pure elation, raw euphoria, and sheer mania completely overwhelmed Alastor when it finally did sink into him that, yes, he was dead – savagely mauled by a pack of hunting dogs and then shot in the head by an utterly incompetent hunter.

Pathetic.

But Hell, it was real, absolutely truly one hundred percent a reality he was now living and he couldn’t be any more ecstatic that was the case.

(He certainly had a first class ticket).

Because if Hell was real, that meant demons were real and if demons were real…

You were real. You existed.

Alastor had never been a religious person before his encounter with you. He hadn’t really changed his mind afterwards either. God had never done anything for him, so why should he ever bother to devote himself to a being who clearly didn’t give a fuck about him or his Mama?

A demon cared more about him, if only briefly, than Heaven ever did in his lifetime.

You probably had no idea what impact you had on him, you may not even think of him, or even remember him, the kid whose soul you had spared on some sort of whim born from pity.

Alastor obsessed over you.

He had felt cold the moment you had pulled away from him and that chill had never left him – only his Mama’s hugs could temporarily relieve him of the complete indifference he possessed for the world around him.

Ah, his dear Mama.

He never understood it, he still didn’t understand now. 

That day, that night was a blessing in his eyes. He had met, if only for a few minutes, the only other person(?), being, other than his Mama, that had actually cared, held any concern for his well being. You had even gone against your demonic instincts and let him keep his soul, just so you didn’t condemn him to Hell.

(He condemned himself, but those were his choices alone).

You had killed a human being for him.

His father was a monster – so why did his dear Mama cry and grieve over the man who had abused them both horribly over the years? Why wasn’t she happy that he was finally gone? She no longer had to endure being hit, slapped, or even worse because of that man’s unpredictable mood-swings.

She could never properly explain it and honestly, Alastor didn’t want to understand that mindset of hers.

Because of you, his Mama could be free of the misery his father put her through. Alastor could take care of her on his own, just as you told him to do.

Because of you, he was free from hearing his father’s muttered insults about his skin – how he might've passed as ‘right’ if his skin was a little lighter. 

Those cruel remarks grew more and more frequent and so did the homicidal thoughts Alastor harboured for his father.

If not for the book he found containing old magicks, strange symbols and sigils, and a ritual for summoning demons, Alastor was sure he would have snapped sooner rather than later and would have ended up strangling that drunk waste of life in his sleep.

He would have been caught, no doubt, and put to death. Lynched even.

Who would take care of his Mama then?

But because you had killed his wretch of a father for him, he had been free to grow and pursue his passion for radio. Hunting had become something of a secondary hobby, it was the only thing his father had done him good by – even if the man had only taught him how to track and hunt small game, claiming he wasn’t nearly ‘good enough’ for bigger game.

Well, he could always teach himself.

Alastor had never really preferred any particular type of meat before, always happy to eat whatever his Mama put before him, but when he remembered the tingle on his fingertips, the feel of your soft ears…

He remembered he used a deer skull he found in the forest in the ritual he used to summon you.

Deer.

He probably has eaten venison before, but he honestly could not remember what it tasted like since he just didn’t have a preference then.

He wanted, needed, to learn every detail about that animal.

Alastor really did find the taste of venison to be the most satisfying over any other meat he stripped from the game he hunted. Deer quickly became his favoured target.

He never shot at a doe.

His life was looking rather bright – his career in radio was taking off, he had learned to blend in better, socialize by watching people, and he was frighteningly good at it. He was charming, despite the prejudices and racism, his skin tone and creole heritage didn’t seem to matter much anymore with how successful he was, men and women were clamouring for him in different ways.

It was entertaining to watch.

Still, his homicidal thoughts never left his mind.

Abuse of women by men who were just like his father was rampant and it angered Alastor more than he imagined it would. Only this time, there would be no you to correct things, you were just a lucky break for him.

(And only him. He wouldn’t share you even if he could summon you again).

He’s perfected his hunting skills over the years and hunting humans wasn’t much different, it just took a little longer and a little more patience to assure he wouldn’t be caught.

If there is a Hell, Alastor will burn.

But he doesn’t mind so much, not if he can burn alongside you.

~00~

Is it ironic?

That he is a deer demon too?

From what he has gathered, one’s appearance changes depending on what happened in their human lifetime and how they lived it. Some Sinners have very mundane changes due to mundane sins and deaths.

A traumatic death has a large impact on the soul and being mistaken for a deer and shot dead can certainly be counted as traumatic and impactful.

Alastor is just relieved enough he doesn’t spawn as a dog demon.

Would you be happy he’s a deer like you? 

Alastor has to wonder if you would even recognize him, his appearance is quite different from his human one and it has been over twenty years since your encounter.

If there was one thing he regretted about summoning you, it was that he never asked for your name. He had been much too blinded by his rage for his father and his fascination for your ears to even think to ask and he always lamented about it.

Nothing would get done regretting the past, however.

He needed to figure out his new body and the structuring of Hell and how it works before he can even begin to think of looking for you. 

He needs to amass power.

Hell, with no doubt, is a dangerous place with powerful demons lurking about. Besides the pure thrill of eliminating those very demons by his own hand, Alastor will assure your safety as long as you stay at his side. 

He can pay you back for what you did for him, he can be your saviour this time around, whether you needed one or not.

It’s time to get to work.

~00~

“Another one?”

The man before you shivers at the sound of your voice before giving a shaky nod, looking every which way but you, clearly wanting to leave your presence as quickly as possible.

You couldn’t blame him.

He deserved every second of torment upon his miserable soul.

“I would like for you to go and take a look at this demon toppling Overlords like they’re nothing more than a child’s plaything. You can come back when you have an adequate description of this demon.” You flippantly waved him off.

“Are you fucking kiddin’ me, you little bitch?” The man cursed, his previous meek behaviour gone at the thought of having to go and put himself in danger just so he could get a damn glimpse of whoever this new demon was. There was no fucking way he was doing tha–

A collar materialized around the man’s throat and he lost his footing and his face was smashed into the ground when you abruptly tugged on the chain that materialized at the same time the collar did.

“Did you forget something important?” You stared down at the man in disgust. “If so, let me remind you now. I own you. I own your soul. If I want you to do something, you do it without question. Do you understand, Hartfelt?”

The man, Hartfelt, simply could not keep his mouth shut. “You murdered me in cold blood, you fucking slut! And now you think you can order me around like some dog because you have my soul too? Killing me wasn’t good enough for you? Go back to the kitchen where you belong. Goddamn whore.”

“You made a deal with me. It doesn’t matter if you were newly spawned in Hell and didn’t know how it worked – a deal is a deal. I only took your filthy soul for one thing, otherwise I wouldn’t have touched it with a ten foot pole.” You huffed. “And yes, I can order you around like a dog. It fits your appearance, doesn’t it?”

Hartfelt stood up when you allowed him to, growling like the mutt he appeared to be. “What was that one thing?” He asked, cursing in his mind. If not for that ‘one thing’, he wouldn’t have been under this damn deer bitch’s control for the past twenty plus years.

It's laughable that he has to take orders from a woman.

“I gave your son a pass then, but I saw it in his eyes. I hope I’m wrong, but I do believe Alastor will end up in Hell.” You sighed, glancing over to see pure terror flash across Harfelt’s face. “Figured it out now?”

“You kept me on a chain just so you could give me to that shitskinned boy!?” Hartfelt attempted to lunge forward to unleash his fury on you, but you wouldn’t have it.

You speared your claws into his muzzle and he howled in pain. “Say something like that again about Alastor–no, I’m already tired of your voice. You don’t need that foul tongue to see what this new demon looks like, so I’ll be taking it. I’m sure it will grow back soon enough… if I allow it to.”

No one batted an eye when screams of pain were heard from an apartment before they abruptly stopped.

Hartfelt stood on shaky legs, blood dripping everywhere from his mouth and you didn’t even glance at him. “You know what to do.” You said coldly, waving him off once more and he went without complaint this time around.

Not that he could if he wanted to.

~00~

The Radio Demon.

It wasn’t exactly an original name, but it fit him to a tee, whomever he really was. Hartfelt could never get close enough to get a good look at the Radio Demon and could only give a vague description of the male.

Red. Lots of red. Tall ears maybe? Or a part of his hair, Hartfelt couldn’t be sure. Big, creepy smile with yellowed fangs, and he always carried some sort of cane. His voice was filtered like he was talking on air through a radio.

It was expected, Hartfelt did a crappy job.

It would have to suffice for now, you would rather save Hartfelt for Alastor rather than hearing him scream on the Radio Demon’s broadcasts.

In any other circumstance, that would have been preferred. 

You just needed to pay careful attention, it's how you survived Hell unscathed as a prey-based demon thus far.

The Radio Demon’s rampage was coming far too close to the district you lived in for your comfort and you have no idea if the Overlord in charge would be able to hold on to his power or not.

You had to be prepared for any scenario.

Beyond his insane broadcasting of the screaming souls of the Overlords he had conquered, the Radio Demon was almost pleasant to listen to. His voice was definitely made for radio and his taste in music was exceptional (well, considering you had been dead for some number of years, you had no idea how music evolved in the human world).

“This next song is dedicated to the one I hold dearest to me. I have yet to locate you, my nameless Doe, but I do hope you are listening to this.”

Your ears twitched and you opened your eyes in surprise. It was a bit of a shock to hear that the Radio Demon, of all demons, had a lost lover out here in Hell. You had thought he was a sadist through and through.

You supposed some sadists could love too.

(You did hear rumours that Overlords Zestial and Carmilla Carmine were… something, so much was possible in Hell).

“It has been twenty-four years since our last encounter, brief as it may have been. You have been on my mind ever since. If you truly are listening, my nameless Doe, then know the Radio Demon is Alastor Hartfelt.”

You fell off your couch.

No.

No way.

The Radio Demon and Alastor Hartfelt were one and the same?!

“H-he died?” You said out loud to yourself and to no one. ‘It's only been twenty-four years. He… he didn't even make it to forty years!’

What happened!?

Your ears flattened against your head, not sure what to think of this situation. 

He held you dearest to him?

You've been on his mind ever since?

Your encounter was brief, barely even five minutes long and somehow, Alastor thought the world of you?

That kid twenty some years back definitely had a screw or two loose and you think you just made the problem worse. 

You should not have let him touch you.

You should not have hugged him.

He was an adolescent boy probably starving for positive attention and a soft touch outside his mother and you unwittingly fucked up what normal development he should have gone through.

Well, you couldn't undo the past, but you could try to make up for it by giving Alastor complete control over the man who once controlled him.

You supposed it could be a start.

~00~

He hoped.

But he really expected nothing.

Alastor was rapidly gaining territory, toppling numerous Overlords with his newfound powers within just a year.

Along with wailing souls, Alastor always sent that little message out on his broadcasts, hoping you would hear and respond to him by showing up to the radio tower he built.

But the amount of power he had grown into wasn't enough yet, he could only hijack a portion of Hell’s radio waves at a time, not the entirety of it like he needed to.

You may not have even heard his message.

How irksome.

These were the times he actually craved Mimzy’s company and the atmosphere of her speakeasy.

Mimzy would just keep the whisky flowing until he was intoxicated enough to allow a couple select women a few touches here and there, barely even considered lewd by any means.

Getting drunk was the only way he could handle those touches without flinching or feeling a deep need to shatter the other person's hand – an unfortunate side effect of his father's beatings.

Your touch was the only one he longed for.

It only happened a few times, Alastor stopped as soon as Mimzy casually pointed out that he had a clear type, that the few women he chose all had similar traits.

The same hair colour and length, the same eye colour, and the same height.

All features you possessed.

Back then, the last thing Alastor had wanted was to end up drunk in some random woman's bed calling out for you, ‘my Doe’. Rumours of that nature just wouldn’t be good for his image and career.

And really, saying that whilst in bed with another was just plain weird.

Alastor would have to find a decent bar here in Hell, he could use a drink to take the edge off.

A chirp catches his attention.

His shadow, a magick he has just recently begun to delve deep into, chitters at him and Alastor raises a brow and tilts his head, his smile remaining in place despite his bewilderment.

A guest?

A guest at his radio tower?

Could it possibl–?

Hope, but expect disappointment.

~00~

You're nervous.

(Why?)

You just want to turn around and run.

(Why?)

The Radio Demon and Alastor Hartfelt may be one and the same, but the Alastor you met was just barely on the cusp of manhood, someone so trapped by his shitty situation that he was desperate enough to summon a demon of all things to get him out of it.

He was extremely lucky he had gotten you, very few demons, if any, would have let him keep his soul.

You didn't know Alastor anymore. He was the Radio Demon now, a being quickly becoming infamous and feared for his ruthlessness.

If this was a trick to lure you here, you just hope Alastor has it in him to spare you like you did him.

You tense and your ears and tail stand straight up when you can feel and hear static before he speaks.

“How I've missed your wonderful ears, my nameless Doe.”

What a peculiar greeting.

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Sorry, thought it would be fun to end it here. Part 3 soon.

Tags: @alishii @yourdoorisunlocked @godsent69 @eris-norwega @catticora @tayraedoll @michi-keinz @martinys-world

[brittle-doughie]

I got an idea based on this song https://youtu.be/vjBFftpQxxM?si=UVR7kg-LV8dVgiKf (If the link doesn't work, the song name is "BUTCHER VANITY" by Vane).

Y/n who's secretly a cannibal becomes curious and interested on how other living beings other than cookies taste like, they then kill and eat one of every sugary animals (Gummy snakes, gummy frogs, ect.)

After Y/n ate one of every living thing that was sentient sweet food they found another living animal, it looked similar yet different from the sugary foxes they ate before. They would then kill and eat the fox, the taste of meat was new and refreshing, and they would crave for more. This would then lead to Y/n to have a bigger appetite, a crave for meat, slowly become a crazy biologist and become an engineer that's able to make very advanced technology.

This would go on until Y/n gained interest in the witches. They wanted to know how they work and what they taste like. They may die, but it would be worth it.

So they not only survived the encouter with the witch, killed the witch with no magic and with just simple contraptions and do it sucessfully on the first try, Y/n did this TWICE. The first one had her skin, fats, muscles, bones, and organs displayed, preserved and is kept in working condition by Y/n's technology to prevent them from rotting away; the second one was killed off for the sake of eating. It's at this point Y/n's hunger has become apparent and obvious to their fellow cookies, cookies who try to follow Y/n to where they eat are then reported missing. Any cookie who's invited to dinner by Y/n will see the sides of the walls have preserved body parts of animals just like the witch; they are forced fed meat then are killed to be eaten by Y/n. Did I forget to mention that the parts of the witch are behind Y/n's seat on the surgery dinner table?

If it's alright with you could we get reactions and a small scenario for each reaction that explains how they found out what Y/n's been doing behind their backs? Especially certain groups (cookies of darkness ect.) and the more powerful cookies(legendaries, dragons, ancients, and the beasts).

Brittle I HEAVILY apologize for how long this is, big ideas like this are hard for me to keep simple and short.

The grounded cookie based groups of the Ancients, CoD, and Legendaries would be horrified at the prospect. How something as simple as consuming a gummy snake would lead to something as large scale and dangerous as hunting actual witches. Dark Enchantress might take some solace that her revenge against the witches have taken some form, but the methods being very grim.

The Beasts could see and understand the darkness and evil that could come from such an act and likely show little sympathy since the witches showed them little care, Shadow Milk particularly might applaud you for your work, though Burning Spice might be stern with you for making unnecessary messes with your kills.

The Dragons probably would show the least amount of care towards the situation, as long as you weren’t after dragons at least. Ananas might be a little cagey if you ever came towards his island where their cookies resided. Maybe Pitaya or Longan could see some respect in your brutality, but Lotus finds it too hard to look at.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Since you've yapped about human n cookies, im going to yap about it as well.

QHuman are apex predatos to Cookies, yes, but what if they found out we're dominate not just earthbread but earth as a whole as well. As in THE dominant species.

Explaining and trying to reassuring the cookie we don't consume them all the time and can live without eating them at all be like:

Human: "don't worry, i won't eat you guys (now that I discovered there's sentient cookies). You're not on the main menu of our kind! We eat mostly animals and plants-"

Cookie: "you eat other eldritch beings?"

Those humongous eldritch beasts, to the Cookies, that are cats and dogs or domesticated animals are pets for human. Even to animals that are bigger and/or faster than us could still be hunted down. And plenty crazy stuff about humans that would make a Cookie go insane if they try to comprehend everything.

I thought about Cookies fighting a human and the first thing that came to my mind was:

Cookies vigorously fighting and using all their abilities/skills

Human: "Man, these mfs are ruining my new jordans"

I LOVE ALL THESE LITTLE TIDBITS.

WE ARE CRINGE BUT WE ARE FREEEEEEE, MY MUTUAL!

I like the thought of how different the human world is to the cookie world, especially with how dangerous things are. And hey, even we aren't the dominant species from time to time. Sometimes, humans do get consumed by predators larger than even ourselves. That would be a rather traumatizing bomb to drop on cookiekind. The cookie group chilling by a campfire as the human rests on the ground nearby, and the human suddenly smiles widely. Human: Hey. Want some cursed knowledge? (all cookies look at them) Humans sometimes get eaten too. By things bigger and deadlier than even ourselves. Humans are also technically prey. Cookies: (Looking all shocked or disturbed) Human: Well, goodnight! (rolls over and ignores any further questions from their small companions) I also think humans would actually damage things accidentally without the intention to harm.

Like imagine they just yawn and a little bit of saliva falls down and melts something underneath them or if they lose their balance on a slope and go rolling down a mountain side, absolutely flattening EVERYTHING in their path. They would probably be forced to wait outside kingdoms or buildings because they are just too big to fit. On the plus-side, Cookies get the ability to ride your shoulders and have protection from enemies/monsters/beasts that mean them harm. Plus, they are one powerful ally in battle, magic or no magic. Like, imagine the human gets REALLY pissed with a cookie and just fucking chases them al-la T-Rex style. (They don't eat them of course, but it is mostly used to scare the absolute FUCK outta them) However, certain creatures, like Snow Lions in the Dark Caocao territory, will be bitten via jaws or crushed underfoot. Having a large predator on your side is beneficial...especially if it resides at the top of the food chain! Augughgu I love gushing about this stuff awawa~~

[jadeshifting]

— ♰  ༻ THE WALKING DEAD DR

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JADE THE SPADE . don’t laugh. i didn’t come up with it. before, because of my green thumb. now, because i’m a fucking menace with a shovel in my hand, and really no greater aspirations than seeing tomorrow—which may seem bleak, but i assure you it’s a fine way to live.

after the world ends, what’s left for someone like you? someone like me? when it’s really, truly, good and over.

it’s safe to say that humans have finally joined the circle—eating and being eaten. are we even still at the top of the food chain? i don’t particularly care, actually.

the end of the world ripped through the glitter and gloss of girlish dreams like a pack of ravenous wolves. a bunny in a den of foxes—it’s a balancing act between sugar and steel. the world’s gone grim, but i cling to whatever i can, hands reeking of blood and sweat and painted with silver polish. innocence not lost, just sharpened; a lamb draped in wolfskin, still soft enough to see beauty in the decay but clever enough to keep it from swallowing me whole. i stitch my identity from scraps, a patchwork of lace and leather, refusing to let the apocalypse strip me of the one thing i refuse to lose—myself

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WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE WORLD ENDED? (i know where i was)

★⋆. — the outbreak crashed my military academy camping trip like a bad joke with no punchline. one moment, it was knot tying and firestarting; the next, it was screaming, blood, and cadets turning into chew toys. survival instincts kicked in fast—me and a handful of others bolted while the rest of the group got torn apart like a horror movie cliché. i stuck to the shadows, scavenging supplies and dodging the undead like a ghost, my survival training doing overtime

★⋆. — when my small group’s numbers thinned thanks to panic and bad decisions, i was left solo. determined not to join the buffet or find my end along with the rest of the world, i continued alone, hopping fences, raiding cabins, and staying two steps ahead of death. by the time i stumbled into Rick Grimes and his happy-go-lucky group, i was half-feral, sharp as a switchblade, and carrying the weight of too many brushes with death to count

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— life was a glittering future on the horizon, and a brain full of ambitions too big for my boots. now?

the crisp order of my days is long gone, swapped for the jagged rhythm of scavenger life. ambition? boiled down to staying one step ahead of death. the pristine fawn i once was has learned to grow antlers—equal parts hunted and hunter, wide-eyed but feral, forever caught between innocence and savagery

who would’ve thought the apocalypse would feel like my second act? strange, huh? the world ends, and suddenly i’m not just surviving—i’m thriving. no crisp uniforms or barking instructors, no stupid ranks to fight for. just me, my dog, and a chaotic, gnarly world that somehow fits me like a glove. there’s something about the rawness of it all that feels honest—more honest than anything i had before. i can call my own shots without anyone telling me i’m too loud, too sharp, or too much.

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and the little things? they’re different… better, now. a decent meal, a sunrise, Pistol wagging his tail after a long run—they’re brighter, louder, sharper than they ever were back when the world was still spinning right. sure, there are days that gut me, losses that burn so bad i swear i’ll never come back from them, but there’s this gnarly kind of beauty in the fight, in clawing my way through it all and coming out the other side. i was built for this world, and for the first time, it feels like it was built for me, too

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SKILLS KEEP YOU ALIVE (if you’re willing to use them)

♰  ༻ SHARPSHOOTING . i’ve got an eagle eye and a steady hand—i’ll peg a walker (or a squirrel) from fifty yards out, no sweat

TRAP-SETTING . whether it’s walkers, wildlife, or unwanted guests, my snares are creative and borderline evil

♰  ༻ PICKPOCKETING . need a weapon, food, or a little “borrowed” lighter? i’ve got you covered

FIRST AID . i’m not a doc, but i can stitch, splint, and bandage with whatever’s lying around—duct tape included

♰  ༻ BARTERING . my haggling game is ruthless; i can trade a paperclip for a can of peaches and make you feel like you got the better deal

INSTINCT (WOLFISH?) . i’ve got a sixth sense for danger, reading people and places like a book with a big red DANGER stamp on the cove

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♰ “perfect traps, clean kills, no wasted movement. whoever did this is good. too good.”

HOW IS EVERY DAY THE EXACT SAME, ALWAYS DIFFERENTLY? (what day is it?)

♰  ༻ like a magpie with more orderly priorities, i scavenge all day, every day for food, trinkets, and anything remotely useful

diner dreams—i play short-order chef with whatever’s edible, whipping up “meals” that are 80% apocalypse creativity, 20% actual food (not sure what percentage edible, but it ain’t high)

♰  ༻ i braid my hair and clean my gear (even in the apocalypse, you can’t let yourself look like a total wreck. who do you think i am?)

keep my blades razor-sharp, practicing flips and spins to quiet my busy brain. i throw them and i hit my target

♰  ༻ my nightly routine includes gazing at the stars, wondering if there’s still a future worth fighting for. glamorous

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FOUND FAMILY? (first family. there was nothing before, either.)

finding a family after the world ended felt like stumbling onto an oasis in the middle of a desert—alien, overwhelming, and so damn beautiful it hurt. solo for so long, first by circumstance, then by necessity, the idea of belonging hit like a sucker punch. Rick’s quiet strength and Daryl’s rugged loyalty made them paternally carved out of grit and steel, grounding me in ways i didn’t know i needed. Carol, with her no-nonsense care and hidden softness, gave me a taste of the motherly warmth i’d long since buried as a pipe dream. and Beth—bright-eyed, gentle Beth—became the sister i’d never had, someone who made me believe in sweetness again, even in a world like one big sour gummy worm

♰  ༻ then there was Carl, all sharp edges and soft vulnerability. falling in love with him was like being cut by a blade i didn’t wanna dodge… like stepping into a fire i couldn’t put out—a blaze i’d protect with my last breath. the rest of the group—Glenn’s humor, Maggie’s resolve, Michonne’s quiet strength, Judith’s innocence—each thread wove into a tapestry i couldn’t live without

♰  ༻ raw, intense, and terrifyingly unfamiliar. this new family wasn’t bound by blood but by choice and survival, and protecting them becomes my creed, my compass. every scavenged meal, every walker killed, every sleepless night on watch—all for them—my salvation in a world that had tried to strip me of everything human. for that, i’d give them everything i had

ib : @/solanasreality & @/hrrtshape

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[futurepastme]

I'm all for the "hates killing animals" Merlin (and that can still be true), but a conversation at work today made me realize that Merlin is a peasant and I don't remember cannon enough but if he's not also a farmer (even if a small one) he's definitely had to kill and prepare animals to eat before, either just for himself and his mom or to help people around in Ealdor.

Now, consider Arthur and the rest of the knights of Camelot. Before Arthur started to knight common men, they were all nobles. They were taught how to hunt, of course, but they never really needed to prepare the game they'd caught before, they all had servants and cooks to do that. They had learned how to hunt for sport and that was it.

All that to present the concept that: Before Merlin came to Camelot, Arthur and the knights (reminder: not our knights, the noble ones that Uther approved of and were already there before cannon started) had to survive quests mostly with the rations they took with them, only turning to hunting as a last resort because they all suck at preparing their catch.

They'll either skin them wrong, losing a lot of meat in the process or will simply be bad at cooking it, most times burning it a little. And the flavour, of course, sucks.

Arthur, I think, would be the only one to be half decent at that because I like to believe Uther would like to have him ready for any outcome, but he was the prince and nobody would dare to ask him to cook for them and we're talking about a before-Merlin Arthur, so I don't believe he would volunteer because at this point he's a prat.

Then comes Merlin, the idiot that was recently awarded the position as Arthur's servant. And the knights all know that Merlin is useless because Arthur's been complaining about him since day one.

Now the bumbling fool is following them to some mission somewhere and they have no hopes that he'll be of any use at all. That won't stop them to order Merlin around like the inferior peasant that he is, though.

But then.

Then they get delayed and have to hunt for food.

And of course Merlin is in charge of cooking it, because now that they have a servant there, there's no way any of those nobles will get their hands dirty with such an inferior task such as cooking.

They catch an animal (any animal, honestly. I don't care, from a mouse to a bear, it's up to you) and promptly shove it towards Merlin with no hopes of a good meal, but with the assurance that at least this time it would be bad because of a servant and they all would be allowed to complain about it with no reservations.

Then Merlin sits there by the fire, with a barely sharp enough knife and whatever animal they had caught, and seamlessly and smoothly skins the thing.

It takes him no time at all and there are no chunks of meat missing. Clumsy, idiot and useless Merlin had perfectly skinned the creature in a matter of seconds, like it was the easiest thing in the world, and had not damaged neither the meat nor the pelt.

They all kind of stop what they are doing to watch Merlin as he starts to cook the perfectly skinned meat. They stare as the boy seems to put green plants on it and some type of powders he had in his satchel, befuddled and confused.

And when they finally get to eat it, by the gods, if it isn't the best thing they have ever eaten outside of Camelot.

Slowly, the rumors of Merlin's skills start to spread amongst the knights and soon enough all of them are dying to try it.

In a matter of weeks all knights of Camelot agree that if you happened to end up in some type of quest with the prince, you're the luckiest bastard to ever live, not because of the honour to fight along the prince, but for the chance to eat a meal prepared by Merlin.

By the sixth month of Merlin tagging along with Arthur, the rations they bring to quests and such become the last resort food or maybe just side dishes, because if Merlin is at the party then hunting is mandatory, for every knight of Camelot loves Merlin's food. (Arthur is chef Merlin's number one fan, btw)