#of course theres cannibalism

[blahwithasideofblah]

Every couple months I think, “hey, let me info dump about this fandom to my mother, it wont be that bad this time” and every time it is.

[cannibaltranssexual]

being transsexual is all about cannibalism. btw.

[maudiemoods]

Hello :) Your most recent post about your stardust beings au and what Eclipse & crew used to do made me wonder, does Eclipse still "hire" unsuspecting victims that he ends up eating? Or is he done with the whole crew scene and just literally flies solo?

Nah, he only ever ate his crew! Still not sure what his plans are for sun and moon. Eclipse hates the idea of cannibalism for power not to mention he knows that when a being consumes too many cores, they lose their mind and have terrible physical side effects. Eclipse's mind isn't as intact as it used to be and he knows that.

After the feast of 87' eclipse is stranded for a hot minute since sun and moon took his ship when they ran away. Eventually, eclipse finds a shattered cult, destroyed by their previous leader and now without any authority figures. It's perfect for eclipse! He takes immediate control and builds an empire using what was once a wimpy cult! I'm thinking he even has a small planet as a base of operations. He mostly flies around though. As the leader of this cult, he allows cannibalism only by his terms. He immediately kills any who eats for power.

I want to clarify that eclipse didn't eat sun and moon because he wasn't 100% sure about them. He definitely cared about them but they were relatively new compared to his crew. He also was sure he could convince them to join him. Of course, if they did that I'm sure eclipse would have ended up cannibalizing them

[meatriarch]

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘. / breakdown on her abilities. based heavily on personal interpretation.

content warning for written examples of self injury, p.sychological torture, not being in control of ones own body, of insect references, self-c.annibalism, g.ore & fatal injury. can avoid the bottom section descriptions if too much! they are simply examples. ♡

do refer to THIS POST in terms of interactions with her as she's request-only.

the vast majority of this is highly personally sewn together and integral to how i portray her. anyone i write with is free to reference ANY OF THIS to respond to anything i either send you from my nancy or in threads, plotting, etc! i am leaning into the fact that her canon ability is not normal in the slightest, you can call it a type of witchcraft or pact with a devil of some kind - who truly knows what it is or how she obtained it but herself.

mutuals are free to take any example from here ( or similar ) and run wild with it in responses with my portrayal of her! this is more or less to provide ya'll some context & guide in a sense on how she works with how i write her.

and of course, subject to being continuously updated. :)

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. nancy's capabilities of tracking are unnatural - she does not often use traditional means in order to follow her targets from the shadows. her tracking ability allows her, for a period of time, to see through the eyes of her victims, visualizing a rough image in her minds' eye of where they are on the vast sawyer property. her hearing in this state is HIGHLY SENSITIVE - she can hear noises from quite a distance away if she's able to concentrate without interruption.

𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. with nancy's tracking, she can only properly use this ability either when she is nearby her victim, or when they are within the confines of the entire sawyer - hewitt territories. by that i quite literally mean: every single inch, every acre, every building, every tree line, every field on their combined properties she is capable of tracking on. this is accomplished with a consistent schedule of, over the span of a weekend every so often, she must go around the entirety of the properties and re-mark rune-like symbols to encompass their land, re-strengthen those boundaries. if she does not freshen them up, its like a scent marker: it fades away, and the weaker it becomes the weaker her tracking becomes, the more blurred the image in her mind's eye shows her.  

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 & 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑. her tracking does take a toll on her when she uses it - the drawback and deterrent from her overdoing herself. her mind becomes foggy, vision twisting and spinning the world around her. she becomes temporarily disoriented and must allow herself a few moments to recollect herself. she will often try to find one of sissy's wildflower poison stations scattered all over the properties to help regain focus and clarity. unlike the familys' victims, nancy has developed a high tolerance to venom and poison in many forms, something she does in her spare time. a hobby if you will.  

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐒. relatively minor in respect to when nancy dabbles in a bit of possession, victims to her tracking - upon her taking over and then 'returning their eyes' so to speak' - will feel a sense of disorientation and confusion, dizziness and a brief moment of uncertainty of where they are. it passes fairly quickly however, they will know something isn't quite right with what they just experienced. its unsettling, unnerving, to have someone seemingly take control of one of your senses.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. proximity to or visual on a victim is crucial for nancy to be able to possess. the closer she is, the stronger her hold is to the host. HOWEVER, nancy is capable of possession in alternate ways, should the victim not be nearby or in direct line of sight. mirrors, reflective surfaces like water can be utilized by her - so long as she has a clear view through it. mirrors are claimed to be gateways to the soul / the dead, and for nancy's unnatural abilities, she can use mirrors as a gateway in order to possess someone long-distance if necessary, so long as they are within view of a mirror. for example: how she manages to possess thomas all the way from hers and the sawyer properties to the hewitts? because he spends most of his time in the basement of the hewitt home - where he has a mirror on one of the support beams. so long as he is in view of that mirror from her end? she can possess him. the distance, however, does make it difficult to bounce back to her normal self when she stops, so its something she does carefully.  

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 & 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑. possessing someone for nancy is a far more daunting task than simply tracking them. it uses up more physical energy than she cares for, especially in situations where she uses the possessed to inflict harm - be it on themselves or others. should the host be injured in any capacity as she is actively possessing them, she will suffer mirrored internal wounds - not nearly as bad as the hosts', but enough to make an impact on her own body. it is why she will prefer to use stronger, larger, tanking types of victims to latch her claws into. it will also take a while longer for her to grow re-accustomed to returning to her own body - refamiliarize herself within her own skin and organ. ( this is usually the best opportune time to kill her, if i'm being frank about it. ) otherwise, mid-possession, the only way to stop her from using another is to directly attack her own body - doing so, with enough force, will knock her back into her own.  

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐒. those who nancy takes on as host during her possession are otherwise completely at her dispense, it is incredibly difficult for the host themselves to break free of her grasp once she's garnered control. many physically strong and strong of mind have crumbled under her control. as for side effects they may encoutner, it is a feeling of disconnect from their bodies for a period when she's ripped out of them. they feel lost, unfamiliar - radio static throughout their bones, waves of pain from any sustained injury hitting them in one solid blow. air feels sharp, cold, harsh and unnatural filling and expelling itself from lungs. it is like stepping into a skin suit that is not yours, despite it very much being so. it is relearning how your own body moves, feels things, sees things.  

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. unfortunately, the only limitation to this is her proximity to you. at least, initially. the hell basement below nancy's house is one section of the large, intertwined tunnels system the family utilizes to travel across the expansive properties, where only she keeps access to - no other family is allowed in most of it. it is where her special victims are kept - until she bores of them, until there's nothing left of them. for nancy's psychological torment to really take hold, she must have unrestricted access to the victims over a prolonged period of time. to allow them to settle deep within their being, soak into every fiber. she, however, can passively cause hallucinations so long as the victim is within range / barriers of runes she has around the property, in the basement, fields, etc. THIS POST talks about it a little more - but, main example of a place set up specifically for this is the Dire Field of Hell behind the tall overgrown trees and brush right behind car battery exit on nancy's map. maria in her main verses especially knows what this is like firsthand. and it is what heavily haunts her in her wilted flower / shine again verses.  

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 & 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑. there are none.  

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐒. when they are actively being possessed: victims are fully conscious of the actions their bodies are forced to make. they are capable to feeling every little movement, every injury they sustain, every taste sight and smell that attacks their senses. they are fully aware of what they are being forced to do and yet they, physically and mentally, cannot do a thing to stop it. so, if they are alone at the time of possession? it will be very difficult to make it stop unless you can get to her. self-inflicting injuries not limited to: clawing at their skin, ripping off flesh with their own teeth / self-c.annibalizing, gouging their eyesockets, cracking their skulls open on any hard surface or with any blunt tool, d.isembowling themselves, repeated stab wounds, and so on. for an idea of what could happen. you are in charge of your muse - you may go as wild as you wish with any affects on them caused by nancy. :)  

all to be added upon as she develops ( can skip if needed! ) : 

𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋. ie. seeing insects, animals, unknown creatures stalking up to you, crawling across skin, burrowing through each layer until hidden beneath. it is looking up at her ( or others ) and seeing skin rot as smile grows unnaturally across her face, slipping off bone and muscle, slopping on the ground between you or worse, on you if she leans close enough. it is watching as your own skin begins to decay before your eyes, before panic hits, and you find yourself having torn yourself apart to try and make it stop. it is seeing shadowed figures and creatures swarming all around you, peeking at you from behind and under and over objects. it is seeing people whose faces you know so well - and yet, uncanny, not them at all, and often appearing to you in horrific fashion: with head in hands, d.ecapitated, or blood spilling from deepened gash in throat.  

𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. ie. distorted voices beside ears, whispers of curses, of taunts, belittlement, coaxes for you to plunge blade into gut, or to set enraged eyes upon another poor soul trapped across the way - restrained, while you are not; unable to move, while you can. it is screams - your own - echoing in your mind, forcing revisits of the moments that made them rip from your lungs in the first place. it is hearing scurrying and movement when there is nothing around.  

𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄. ie. of organs twisting and moving, unnaturally bulging as if about to burst, snaking about in abdominal cavity as if about to eject from throat. it is of tiny legs crawling over and under skin, pushing and settling between openings of wounds, burrowing itself inside. it is feeling skin ablazed and blistering in spite of no flame, of pain so unbearable you simply must rid yourself of flesh it originates from. to be added at another time:  

𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

[lyn1catz]

there are like 50 billion things i want to draw with dimitri and they're all vocaloid inspired iblove you vocaloid

[justice4gyeongsu]

━━━ 'CHAPTER FIVE' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ theres always a price to pay for survival.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; angst, homophobia, an adult calling a minor an inappropriate word, authority figure abuse, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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chaos erupted in the wooden classroom as everyone scrambled to find a cell phone - a lifeline to the police and, more urgently, their parents. meanwhile, you sat on the floor at the back of the class, exhausted and in agony. but then you remembered the small first aid kit tucked away in your bag, a habit that might just pay off. you shed your green school vest and began to unbutton your dirty, ripped white shirt, revealing the aftermath of your tumble down the stairs. with shaking hands, you opened the ointment bottle from your medkit and gently slid your shirt off your shoulder, wincing in anticipation of the treatment to come. across the echoey classroom, gyeongsu's voice rang out, "hey, joonyeong! i think you're right. they can't open doors!" he yelled to his classmate, who was grimly holding the doors shut against the infected horde. joonyeong's reply was laced with caution, "yeah well... let's keep 'em closed just in case."

meanwhile, the desperate search for a cell phone continued. daesu stood a few feet away from you, his eyes fixed on your pained expression as you applied medicine to the jagged gash on your shoulder and neck. his brow furrowed in concern, "a-are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with worry. you let out a weary sigh before responding, "yeah..."

daesu's nod was hesitant, his eyes darting back to yours with a mix of concern and skepticism. "do you, uh, need help? i could put it on for you," he offered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. you looked up at him, confusion etched on your face - was he genuinely willing to assist? "um, yeah- no... think i got it," you stammered, awkwardly thanking him.

daesu nodded again, his gaze dropping to his shoes, clearly eager to escape the uncomfortable exchange. you seized the opportunity to divert your attention, catching onjo's eye across the room. she flashed a gentle smile before returning to her search through scattered desks and backpacks. in that moment, you realized the depth of her kindness - a quality you'd overlooked until now. a pang of regret hit you; if only you'd mustered the courage to connect with her before all this chaos erupted. isak's triumphant shout cut through the disorder: "here! i found one!" the room's attention converged on her, where she stood beaming, a cell phone held aloft like a treasure. the device, pilfered from a forgotten backpack, sparked a flurry of hope. as isak attempted to unlock the phone, you seized the moment to rise from the floor, joining the crowd gathered around her.

"is it charged?" daesu asked, peering over cheongsan's shoulder. gyeongsu's retort came swiftly from his post at the door, "of course it's charged, you idiot, who the hell comes to school with a dead phone?" daesu's face fell, but he countered with a pout, "it could happen..." isak's sudden curse cut through the exchange: "shit. it's locked." the room's collective excitement deflated, replaced by a crushing wave of disappointment. while you walked to gaze out the classroom window, your injured arm hung limp against your torso. your mind began to wander, wondering if other students were trapped, just like you. the sight outside was eerie - zombies swarmed the school grounds, their convulsions visible even from a distance. in the soccer field below, you spotted familiar faces among the horde. one in particular caught your attention: a 1st year boy, his high school journey brutally cut short. his ripped jacket and bite-ridden skin were a grim reminder of the fate that had befallen him. you couldn't help but wonder... what were his parents doing at this moment, oblivious to the tragedy that had unfolded?

with a nervous gulp, you turned to see cheongsan holding up the treasure, tantalizingly close to the girl outside - now a snarling zombie, her jaws snapping wildly against the glass window. "what are you doing?" you asked, alarm creeping into your voice. isak and onjo turned to you, and isak explained, "he's trying face recognition." you shook your head, hesitation etched on your face, "that's... it's not gonna work. she's moving too much, and she looks completely different from just an hour ago." with a dismissive gesture, you tossed your vest onto the desk and leaned back, retreating into your own thoughts. cheongsan exchanged a skeptical glance with his friends, who shrugged in response, unsure of their next move.

onjo stepped forward, her impatience palpable. "y/n-ah is right. just call 112, you don't need to unlock it for emergency calls." cheongsan's fingers flew across the keypad as he dialed the number, the room falling silent in anticipation. you nervously ruffled your hair, which had fallen into your eyes, as a mix of unease and worry swirled inside you. your mind began to wander to your dad - was he okay? it was ironic, really, that you were worried about him now, when he'd probably never even noticed if you skipped school.

the seconds ticked by at a glacial pace as we waited for someone, anyone, to pick up. cheongsan's eyes were fixed on the phone, his grip on it tightening with each passing moment. onjo shifted her weight, her eyes darting between the phone and the window, where the zombie girl still snapped and clawed at the glass. you couldn't help but think of all the worst-case scenarios, your mind racing with the possibilities. and then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything was silent. the phone's ringing had stopped, replaced by an eerie stillness. "hello?" a voice crackled through the speaker.

cheongsan's voice was shaking slightly as he spoke, "h-hello? yes, we need help. our school... it's been overrun by zombies." the voice on the other end was calm and detached, "what's your location?" onjo leaned in, her eyes locked on the phone, "we're at hyosan high school. please, you have to hurry." the voice replied, "yeah sure sure.. help is on the way. just don't get bit.." you felt a surge of hope at the words, but it was short-lived. the sudden sound of the call ending had erupted in the silence.

wujin's voice rose in frustration as he exclaimed, "they hung up? what the fuck..?" daesu tried to calm him down, offering a reassuring presence. you couldn't help but groan at cheongsan's blunder, "why would you tell them there were zombies? you should've said something more urgent." your annoyance was palpable, and cheongsan shot back, feeling defensive, "then what would you have said, huh?" the room fell silent, all eyes turning to you, waiting for a response.

you ventured a suggestion, "i don't know, like, there's a serial killer or something.." your words trailed off as you nodded, but the silence that followed was deafening. you glanced away, feeling a twinge of awkwardness at the lack of response. "..or not," you added, your voice barely above a whisper.

jimin's calm and collected voice cut through the tension, "it doesn't matter. the teachers and principal are probably having people come get us." her words were like a balm, soothing the frazzled nerves of the group. the reminder of the adults' presence was a welcome one - they would come, they would rescue us, and we would be reunited with our families. the thought brought a sense of comfort, a reassurance that we weren't alone in this desperate situation.

nayeon's frustration boiled over, her voice rising to a shout. "ugh, just call them again!" but joonyeong’s response was laced with urgency, "hey, keep it down, you're gonna attract more of them." his arms ached from holding the door shut, his muscles cramping from the strain. just then, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air, echoing down the hallway. everyone's heads snapped towards the sound, their curiosity and fear piqued. the zombies outside, once shuffling aimlessly, now lurched towards the commotion, their footsteps shuffling rapidly down the corridor. as the hallway cleared, gyeongsu cautiously opened the door, peeking outside before suhyeok yanked him back to safety. amidst the chaos, onjo seized the phone, her fingers flying across the keypad as she dialed a mysterious number. the room fell silent, all eyes fixed on her, wondering what she was planning.

onjo sidled up beside you, her shoulder grazing yours as she leaned against the desk. you sensed a piercing gaze and glanced back to find cheongsan's eyes flashing with hostility. swiftly, you averted your gaze, focusing on the window's distant view.

meanwhile, onjo's voice was calm and composed as she spoke into the phone. "hello, sir. do you know captain nam soju from rescue team one?" her words trailed off, leaving you wondering who she was talking to. your eyebrows knitted together in surprise - how did onjo know someone of such high rank? the question lingered, unanswered, as you waited for her next words.

onjo's gaze shifted towards you, her expression a mask of neutrality as she listened intently to the voice on the other end. the silence stretched, and the eye contact became too much to bear. you cleared your throat, breaking the spell, and redirected your attention to your shoes - suddenly, they seemed fascinating. however, onjo's next words shattered the calm, her tone grave and urgent. "there's a fire." the room's atmosphere shifted, everyone's ears perking up at the alarm. "it's in classroom 2-5 of hyson high school. hurry, it's massive." with that, she ended the call, the sudden silence punctuated only by the weight of her words. the

“theyre coming?” you ask softly, eyes filled with hope. onjo nodded her head with a sigh of relief. “thats great! we’ll be back home in no time.” hyoryeong said with a small nervous chuckle. “right?” she asked with insecurity. not being confident in her exclamation.

onjo's nod was reassuring, but her expression remained cautious. "yes, they're on their way. but we need to be careful, we don't know what's happening outside." she glanced around the room, her eyes lingering on the barricaded doors. hyoryeong’s eyes darted to you, then back to onjo, her voice barely above a whisper. "what if...what if they don't make it in time?"

the room fell silent, the weight of hyoryeong's words settling over the group like a shroud. you exchanged a nervous glance with onjo, the hope in your chest beginning to flicker with doubt. onjo's expression turned grim, her jaw clenched in determination. "they'll make it," she said, her voice firm. "we just need to hold out a little longer." but her words were cut short by a loud scream once again from outside the room. the group's heads snapped towards the sound, hearts racing. the wooden walls creaked, groaning under the pressure. "what was that?" gyeongsu whispered, his eyes wide with fear.

you spoke up, your voice firm, "that's the second time we've heard that scream." but no one responded, and you felt exasperated. you stood up and moved away from the desk, "hey, someone could be out there." but your words were met with disbelieving stares. daesu asked incredulously, "what, you wanna go out there?"

you hesitated, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks, "i'm just saying...i would want someone to come looking for me if i was missing." your words tumbled out, laced with a shy vulnerability.

nayeon flopped down in a chair, her back to you, and huffed, "if you wanna go out there, be my guest, but i'm staying here." her dismissive tone made you scoff. you rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, "god forbid you actually contribute." but nayeon seemed oblivious, already pleading with jimin to call the police again, her voice laced with desperation. meanwhile, you focused on the mundane task of tying your shoes, careful not to strain your shoulder. once finished, you stood up, buttoning your torn white shirt with a sense of determination. your eyes locked onto gyeongsu, and you began to head towards him, ready to take action.

every gaze in the room locked onto you, confusion etched on every face. gyeongsu's voice rose above the rest, "wait, are you really gonna go out there?" he asked, incredulous. wujin chimed in, his tone laced with doubt, "you're injured, how do you even expect to help?" his words hung in the air, a challenge.

you turned to him, your voice low and sharp, "now you're concerned about me?" the quiet snap was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside. you shook your head, disbelief written across your face. the same childhood friend who had ignored you yesterday now pretended to care? it was almost laughable.

your words sparked a reaction, daesu taking a step forward, his face tense with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his hand on wujin's shoulder, as if holding him back from lashing out. you let out a sigh, the sound barely audible, and turned away from the confrontation, your eyes drifting towards gyeongsu and the door. "forget it," you muttered, your voice laced with a hint of frustration, as you began to head towards the exit.

but your progress was halted by a hand on your shoulder, suhyeok's grip gentle yet firm. he looked down at you with an expression of genuine worry, his brow furrowed in concern. "i'll go with you," he said, his voice resolute, his determination clear in his tone.

suhyeok's declaration sparked a wave of panic within the group, like a stone tossed into a tranquil pond. you couldn't help but think: of course, everyone's worried now that the golden boy is going with me - the outcast. "suhyeok, you can't!" onjo exclaimed, her voice laced with urgency, "we don't know if that person is even still alive or not." she added, her words dripping with concern.

you shrugged suhyeok's hand off your shoulder, the touch feeling suffocating, and took a step back, creating some distance. he noticed your uncomfortable withdrawal, his eyes narrowing slightly. "i don't need you to come with me..." you said, your voice barely above a whisper, as you looked away, avoiding eye contact.

isak's words hung in the air, laced with a quiet intensity. "yeah, if y/n-ah wants to go, then let him. that's his choice, not yours." her eyes betrayed a deep-seated fear, not of the present moment, but of the unknown consequences that might unfold.

suhyeok turned towards you, but you avoided his gaze, your eyes fixed on some invisible point on the floor. his attention shifted to the table, where your green vest lay discarded. he swiftly walked over and picked it up, and with a swift motion, ripped it halfway down the middle. "hey, what are you-" you started to ask, confusion etched on your face, but suhyeok's finger pressed against his lips, signaling silence. you watched, perplexed, as he tied the two pieces together in a knot, his hands moving with a quiet purpose.

with a few quick movements, suhyeok transformed the torn vest into a makeshift sling, his hands moving with a quiet confidence. "here, put your head through here and you can let your arm hang here," he instructed, his voice low and gentle. before you knew it, he had crafted a perfect solution to ease the tension on your upper shoulder and neck.

meanwhile, daesu and wujin exchanged a weighted glance, their faces a picture of suspicion and uncertainty. you shot suhyeok a sideways glare, your eyes narrowing slightly. "i'm not thanking you," you whispered, your voice barely audible, as you looked up at him with a mix of annoyance and gratitude. suhyeok's expression remained neutral, his eyes locked onto yours. "i know," he said simply, as he fell into step beside you, following you out towards gyeongsu.

as you walked, the silence between you and suhyeok was palpable, punctuated only by the soft rustling of your clothes and the distant sounds of the group getting up behind you. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at his presence, his actions both helpful and infuriating at the same time.

gyeongsu waited by the door, his eyes scanning your face before shifting to suhyeok. "ready?" he asked, his voice low and even. you nodded curtly, avoiding eye contact with suhyeok. "we’ll just go check and come back." with a quiet nod, gyeongsu pushed open the door, revealing a brightly lit corridor beyond. the air was thick with an eerie silence, and you could feel the weight of the unknown pressing down upon you.

as you stepped into the corridor, the door creaked shut behind you, enveloping you in an unsettling quiet. the air was heavy with the scent of dust and decay, and the flickering fluorescent lights above cast your eerie shadows on the walls.

you led the way, your footsteps echoing off the walls, with suhyeok following closely behind. your eyes scanning the deserted hallway, your senses on high alert. the corridor twisted and turned, leading you deeper into the heart of the building. you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched, that unblinking eyes were trained on you from the shadows. suddenly, you halted, your head cocked to one side to find suhyeoks hand on your back. "do you hear that?" suhyeok suddenly whispered, his voice barely audible.

your eyes narrowed, your gaze scanning the hallways. "hear what? and stop touching me." you hiss at him. suhyeoks eyes locked onto yours, his expression grim. "that." then, you heard it too - a low, mournful whimper, seeming to come from the direction in front of you. you cautiously peeked around the corner, your gaze drifting down the dimly lit hallway towards the staircase, the flickering fluorescent lights above grabbed your attention. but what you saw made your heart skip a beat - a girl's limp form hung suspended from the stairway's bars, her body eerily still, her eyes frozen in a permanent scream. you gasped, your instincts screaming at you to act, your mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

but before you could take a step forward, suhyeok's arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back into the shadows with a swift, firm motion. "what the fuck did i tell you-" you hissedat him. his voice low and urgent, his breath warm against your ear, before clamping a hand over your mouth, his fingers pressing against your lips. "at least look around before you get yourself killed."

his eyes narrowed, annoyance etched on his face, his brow furrowed in concern. you shot him a defiant glance, your eyes flashing with anger, your heart still racing from the shock. shoving him off of you, "you touch me again and i'll push you into those things," you threatened, your finger jabbing into his face, your voice barely above a whisper.

suhyeok's expression twisted into a disbelieving scoff, his eyes rolling heavenward. "yeah, i'd like to see that," he taunted, his voice dripping with skepticism, his gaze lingering on yours with a hint of challenge.

you swiftly silenced suhyeok with a hushed command, your eyes darting back to the staircase. that's when you saw it - a zombie looming mere inches from the girl's desperate grasp, its presence a constant threat. she struggled to pull herself up, her face reddened with exertion, sweat dripping down her forehead. but every time the zombie turned, she'd retreat, hiding in a futile bid for safety.

time was running out - she was mere seconds from slipping, her fingers trembling with fatigue. if she fell, it would be a four-story drop to certain death. you watched, transfixed, as she teetered on the brink of disaster.

as you scanned your surroundings, a forgotten pencil case caught your eye, lying just a few feet away. with a deep breath, you dropped to the ground, army crawling towards the pencil case with deliberate slowness. your gaze remained fixed on the zombie, while suhyeok's eyes locked onto your legs, poised to pull you to safety at a moment's notice.

with suhyeok watching your every move, you inched closer to the pencil case, your hand reaching out to claim it. finally, your fingers closed around it, and you crawled backward, creating a safe distance between yourself and the zombie. then, with a swift motion, you hurled the pencil case down a nearby hallway, the sound echoing off the walls as it flew through the air. the zombie's attention was caught, its body lurching away from the girl as it shambled down the hallway in pursuit of the noise. seizing the opportunity, you began to stand, but suhyeok was already ahead, swiftly closing the distance to the girl. helping her down and he grasped her hand, pulling her to safety as she thanked him over and over, her voice trembling with tears.

"you're my hero, truly. thank you so much," the girl gushed, her arms wrapping tightly around suhyeok's neck as she hugged him with gratitude. but you were already moving, your patience worn thin. "lets go," you whispered urgently, your voice low and insistent.

suhyeok pulled the girl along, her hand still clutched in his, as you all turned the corner and sped through the hallways with a crouched, hurried gait. the girl's sobs grew louder, her words tumbling out in a frantic, tear-choked explanation of what had happened to her friends. suhyeok tried to calm her down, his voice a soothing murmur, but she was beyond consolation, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she hyperventilated.

"you need to stop crying, or we are all gonna die," you warned, turning back to the girl with a stern expression, your finger pressed to your lips in a silencing gesture. but before you could continue, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway behind you - loud, quick, and getting closer.

"run!" suhyeok yelled, darting to the front of the group as you all sprinted down the hall. your hearts racing, you turned a corner and finally saw the classroom door ahead. suhyeok pounded on it urgently with both fists, releasing the girl's hand as he did so. you caught up, breathless, and saw nayeon blocking gyeongsu's attempt to open the door, the two of them arguing in hushed tones. but before you could intervene, you turned to see a horde of zombies rounding the corner behind you - three to seven of them, their eyes fixed on you with a mindless hunger as they ran at full speed.

in a flash of quick thinking, you slid open the classroom window and urged suhyeok to climb through. he cast a desperate glance at the zombies closing in, their ragged breathing and shambling footsteps mere feet away, before hoisting himself up and through the opening. he reached back for your hand, but you gestured for him to take the girl's instead.

with a surge of adrenaline, you grabbed her knee and pushed her upwards, trying to boost her to safety. but she clung to your arm, her eyes fixed on the horrors behind, her cries growing more frantic. "go! go!" you shouted, pushing her upward with increasing urgency, as suhyeok tried to pull her arm up from the other side.

suhyeok's grip on her hand faltered, sending her tumbling over you as you desperately tried to break her fall. you groaned, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs, as the zombies closed in - now mere feet away. with a surge of adrenaline, you tried to haul her to her feet, but she was paralyzed with fear, her screams echoing through the hallway.

"come on! damnit!" you shouted, tugging at her arm with increasing urgency, but she was frozen in terror. and then, in a flash of horror, the closest zombie latched onto her leg, its jaws closing around her ankle like a vice. she shrieked in agony as the zombie's teeth sank deep, the others quickly following suit, their bites tearing into her flesh with savage ferocity.

you stood frozen, helpless, as the zombies feasted on her flesh, their gruesome banquet mere feet away. the girl's eyes locked onto yours, her face contorted in a silent plea, her tears streaming down her cheeks like rain. her hand reached out, a desperate bid for salvation, but it was too late. just as all hope seemed lost, a chorus of screams erupted from the windows, the voices of your friends shouting your name, their cries piercing the air like a siren's wail.

“y/n-ah, leave her!”

“shes gone, come on!”

“y/n-ah, move your ass!”

“get inside! now!”

a crushing wave of guilt and fear washed over you, paralyzing your nerves and muscles. your eyes widened in horror, frozen in place as the zombies devoured the girl below. but then, a pair of arms wrapped around you, lifting you up with a gentle yet urgent strength. you felt yourself being pulled up into the window, your limp body causing you and your rescuer to tumble backward onto the classroom floor.

as you sat up, dazed and disoriented, you found yourself cradled in someone's lap, their arms wrapped tightly around you. the warmth of their embrace was a stark contrast to the terror you'd just faced, and for a moment, you simply sat there, frozen in shock. the others shut the windows quickly and held onto the doors to keep them shut.

your head hung limp, your gaze fixed on your lap as you felt the strong, muscled arms wrapped around your body, holding you in a tight embrace. the pressure caused your shoulder to ache, but you didn't have the strength to move. slowly, you lifted your head, your eyes scanning the room as reality began to seep back in. that's when you saw them - your classmates gathered around you, their faces etched with concern. and then, you realized who was holding you - suhyeok. with a surge of adrenaline, you swiftly elbowed him in the ribs, breaking free from his grasp. you stood up, your legs trembling slightly as you found your balance.

he coughed, his eyes widening in surprise at your sudden movement. "what the..?" daesu muttered, confusion etched on his face as he looked from you to suhyeok, unsure of what had just happened.

"i told you. stop touching me," you said, your voice firm, as you clutched your shoulder, still feeling the ache from suhyeok's grip. your hair was disheveled, a testament to the intensity of the moment that had just passed. you glared down at suhyeok, who looked away, defeated, his eyes cast downward in submission.

but cheongsan wasn't having it. "yah, suhyeok-ah saved you," he spoke up, his voice tinged with annoyance. "you should be thanking him." his words hung in the air while others just stared.

slowly, you turned to face the group, your eyes meeting the gaze of your friends, who were all staring at you, their faces etched with concern. your chest still heaved rapidly, a reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded.

the room was thick with tension, the only sound the heavy breathing that still racked your body. you felt like you were under a microscope, every eye on you, waiting for your reaction. suhyeok's gaze remained downcast, his shoulders slumped in defeat. cheongsan's eyes flashed with irritation, the others looked on, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. the silence stretched out, becoming almost unbearable. you knew you needed to say something, to break the tension, but your mind was a blank. all you could think about was the feeling of suhyeok's arms around you, holding you captive, and the horror that had just unfolded below the window.

jimin's voice had a subtle rebuke. "he wouldn't have had to save him if you had let gyeongsu open the door," she said, her gaze fixed on nayeon as she strode away, her eyes scanning the other windows with a mix of fear and determination. nayeon spun back, her face twisted in a scowl. "you wanted to leave them out there!" jimin accused, her voice low and venomous.

nayeon's defenses were clearly breached, her words tumbling out in a rush. "so what? they decided to go out there, we never told them to! they could've been bit, fuck, they could still be!" her finger jabbed toward you and suhyeok, the pressure of the moment clearly getting to her.

suhyeok slowly rose to his feet behind you, still wincing in pain as he released his grip on his ribs. "you can check us, we didn't get bit," he said, his voice steady, his eyes locked on nayeon. onjo quickly came to his defense, her voice firm. "suhyeok-ah said they aren't bitten, he wouldn't lie," she said, her gaze fixed on nayeon, trying to reassure her.

but before the tension could ease, cheongsan strode forward, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before narrowing in suspicion. "oh sure, check me but not him, right?" you shot back, your voice laced with sarcasm, as you stood face to face with him. cheongsan took a step closer, his jaw clenched. "and? you have a problem with it?" he asked, his tone confrontational.

just as the confrontation was reaching a boiling point, suhyeok stepped in, his hand extending from behind you to gently but firmly push cheongsan back. "guys, not now," he said, his voice a calm anchor in the storm, trying to steer the group away from further conflict. gyeongsu, leaning against the door frame, chimed in with a soothing tone, "yeah, come on guys, we gotta be careful. now's not the time to argue." but his words were quickly met with a sharp tone from nayeon. "oh, now you wanna add on?" she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "you're such a liability, and you don't even know it." the air seemed to vibrate with tension as her words hung in the air, a challenge to gyeongsu's very presence.

gyeongsu's face reddened with anger as he took a step forward, his voice rising. "what? what did you just say?" but before he could get any closer to nayeon, his friends grabbed his arms, holding him back. "everyone needs to just shut up and sit down-" someone started to say, but the words were cut off by a sudden commotion.

"watch out!" you yelled, as the classroom door burst open and a frantic figure scrambled inside. everyone recoiled in fear, unsure of who this new arrival might be, but as the person turned to face the group, a collective sigh of relief rippled through the room. it was coach kang, his face flushed and sweaty, his chest heaving with exertion.

the room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the coach as he struggled to catch his breath. finally, he spoke, his voice gruff with concern. "are you guys okay?"

the question hung in the air, open to interpretation. but before anyone else could respond, gyeongsu nodded curtly, speaking for the group.

gyeongsu's eyes narrowed slightly as he approached coach kang, his voice laced with skepticism. "what about you, you weren't bitten?" coach kang's head shook slowly, his chest still heaving with exhaustion. "no, of course not. i-im alright. yeah, i'm alright," he stammered, his nod a bit too emphatic. something about his demeanor didn't quite add up, and your eyebrows furrowed in concern. you turned to your right, searching for a shared spark of suspicion, and found it in namra's watchful gaze. as your eyes met, a silent understanding passed between you, a sense that something was off.

namra rose slowly from her seat, her movements fluid and deliberate, her eyes never leaving yours. unspoken questions, the group's attention drawn to the subtle exchange between you and namra.

"okay, well let's block the doors first," coach kang instructed, his voice snapping the group back into action. the room's dynamic shifted in an instant, as if a switch had been flipped, and everyone reverted to their student roles, mannerisms and all. with newfound urgency, the group sprang into motion, rushing to construct a makeshift barricade. desks scraped against the floor, chairs clattered on top, and the sound of heavy breathing filled the air. you strained to move a desk with one hand, your legs pushing against the floor to drag it into place.

"hurry up, what's taking you so-" coach kang's voice trailed off, his words freezing in his throat as his gaze landed on you. his eyes widened, his face a picture of shock, as if he'd seen something that made his blood run cold. "what happened to you?" coach kang asked, his voice laced with a wariness that bordered on suspicion.

you let out a frustrated huff before explaining, "i fell down the stairs and hurt my shoulder. i wasn't bit if that's what you're thinking..." but your words trailed off as your gaze drifted down to the coach's arm. a jagged red gash caught your eye, surrounded by teeth marks and bloody flesh. the sight made your heart skip a beat. coach kang seemed to sense your stunned silence, and cleared his throat awkwardly, busying himself with moving chairs and avoiding eye contact. it was clear he was no longer interested in listening to your explanation.

you turned to onjo and jimin, their eyes already locked on the coach's arm, a silent understanding passing between them. "do you guys see that...?" you whispered, your voice a mere breath, as if speaking the truth might shatter the fragile calm.

onjo and jimin nodded in slow, synchronized motion, their faces reflecting a dawning realization. onjo's voice rang out, a loud whisper that cut through the tension. "coach kang, you have a bite on your arm!" the coach's face drained of color, his skin turning a ghostly pale. "w-what? no, no," he stuttered, his hand jerking up to yank his sleeve down, hiding the offending arm. "no, i wasn't bitten, it's alright," he protested, his words tumbling out in a frantic bid to reassure, but his eyes betrayed a growing panic.

the coach's denial was met with incredulity. "you have a bite mark, how is that not a bite-" but before you could finish, he cut you off with a sharp rebuke.

"shut up, i said it isn't. don't talk back to me, you're a student," he spat, his words dripping with venom. his tone was a slap in the face, and you felt a surge of indignation at the dismissive language. isak stepped into the fray, her voice calm but firm. "it looks like you were really bitten," she observed, her eyes fixed on the coach's arm. the coach's face turned red with rage. "i wasn't! how many times must i tell you?" he thundered, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief and anger, as if the very suggestion was an affront to his authority.

"show it then!" you demanded, your voice firm and resolute. isak stepped forward while her tone was uncompromising. "then why the hell are you hiding it? show us." the coach's gaze faltered under the weight of their combined scrutiny. isak’s eyes flashed with a fierce intensity, her voice dripping with authority. "i think you should leave right now," she commanded, her words a clear dismissal.

as the standoff continued, you discreetly glanced to your side, your eyes landing on a desk with a sharp pen lying on it. with a slow, deliberate movement, you reached out and grasped the pen, hiding it behind your leg, your grip tightening around it. "come on! get out already!" isak yelled, her frustration boiling over, her words echoing through the tense silence.

the coach's face twisted in a sudden, vitriolic outburst. "you cocksucker!" he bellowed. you spun around, bewildered, and shot back, "are you insane? watch your mouth!" your gaze swept the room, locking eyes with your male peers. "you're gonna let him speak to her like that?" you asked, your tone laced with disgust and outrage.the coach's face reddened, his finger jabbing accusingly at you. "you stop talking! i could call you the same thing!" his lips curled into a sneer, a cold, calculated glint in his eye. "yeah...you think i don't know?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "you think they don't know?" he sneered, his gaze raking the room. but you stood your ground, your voice firm and resolute. "i don't give a fuck what they think, and you need to leave now, you fucking pervert." your words struck a nerve, and for a moment, the coach's mask slipped, revealing a flicker of unease beneath.

"how dare you speak to me like that? do you think i won't remember this when this is all finished? huh?" his thunderous voice sent shockwaves through the room, loud enough to draw a few zombies to the hallway outside. as he took a menacing step closer to isak, onjo swiftly intervened, positioning herself protectively in front of her friend. you instinctively moved to stand guard, the pen at the ready. "y/n-ah, stay back!" wujin warned, his voice firm and urgent. "he's infected," joonyeong added, her eyes fixed warily on the coach.

and then, a telltale sign of the infection's grip: a nosebleed. the coach's eyes widened as he felt the warm trickle down his face, his gaze dropping to the crimson droplets staining his clothes and splattering the floor.

the coach's gaze snapped back up, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of anger and desperation. his face twisted in a snarl, the nosebleed worsening as he took another step forward. you stood your ground, the pen poised like a tiny sword, ready to strike.

"stay back!" wujin and joonyeong chorused, their voices a united front against the coach's erratic behavior. onjo's eyes darted between the coach and you, her expression a mask of concern. the coach's body language screamed warning signs - the jerky movements, the wild eyes, the increasing aggression. you knew the infection was taking hold, and time was running out. with a deep breath, you steeled yourself for what might come next.

the coach's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pupils dilating as he took another step closer. his mouth opened, revealing bloody teeth, and a low, menacing growl rumbled from his throat. you gripped the pen tightly, bracing for impact.

"he's gone," joonyeong whispered, his voice barely audible over the coach's eerie growl. "we need to get out of here, now."

onjo nodded, her eyes fixed on the coach's deteriorating form. "y/n, come on," she urged, tugging on your arm. for a moment, you saw a glimmer of the person he once was, trapped beneath the surface of the infection. in a split second, the coach's face twisted into a grotesque snarl, and he sprang into action - but his target was mijin, trapped between the narrow lockers. panic erupted as he pounced, his body pinning hers to the ground.

chaos ensued as the group scrambled to escape the horror, but daesu stood tall, his adrenaline-fueled strength surging as he rushed to mijin's aid. with a fierce cry, he heaved the coach's zombie form off her, slamming him into the nearby wall with a bone-jarring crash. as the dust settled, all eyes turned to mijin, her face etched with pain and fear. and then, the unthinkable - a crimson bite mark marred her lips, a grim harbinger of the fate that awaited her.

mijin's eyes widened in terror as she stumbled backward, her hand instinctively rising to cover the wound. "no, no, no..." she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

daesu's face fell, his eyes filled with a mix of horror and helplessness. "mijin, oh god..." he trailed off, his voice cracking with emotion. the group stood frozen, paralyzed by the grim reality unfolding before them. the coach's zombie form, still reeling from daesu's tackle, began to stir once more, its eyes fixed on mijin with a mindless hunger.

"we have to get out of here, now," wujin urged, his voice firm but laced with desperation. "we can't let her...we can't let her become one of them." but it was too late. mijin's eyes began to glaze over, her body starting to succumb to the infection's deadly grip. a faint moan escaped her lips, and she took a stumbling step forward, her gaze fixed on the group with a growing hunger.

in a heart-stopping instant, coach kang's body contorted in a grotesque convulsion, his limbs twitching with an otherworldly energy. he sprang to his feet, his movements jerky and unnatural, and launched himself at suhyeok and wujin. the latter held up a chair as a makeshift shield, but suhyeok swiftly shoved him out of harm's way, dodging to the side as the zombie coach crashed into the podium behind them.

the zombie's head twitched, its eyes locking onto suhyeok with a mindless hunger. it lunged, arms outstretched, but suhyeok dodged the grasp by a hair's breadth. with a swift punch, he struck the zombie coach in the face, but it seemed to have no effect. the zombie latched onto suhyeok, its grip unyielding. your heart sank as you watched in horror, but instinct took over. you sprinted forward, grabbing a chair with one arm and slamming it into the zombie coach's back with a loud crash. the force of the blow sent shockwaves through the air, but the zombie's grip on suhyeok remained unbroken.

in a flash of adrenaline, suhyeok seized the opportunity to turn the tables, using the zombie momentum against him. with a swift motion, he hurled the man into the wall, the sound of crunching bone and scraping flesh echoing through the room.

cheongsan sprang into action, grabbing a nearby desk and slamming it into place, pinning the man to the wall with a fierce determination. gyeongsu rushed to his side, adding his strength to the effort, and together they strained to keep the desk in place, holding the snarling zombie at bay.

the air was electric with tension as the two boys wrestled with the desk, their muscles straining to keep the zombie trapped. the sound of scraping furniture and labored breathing filled the room, a testament to their desperate bid to contain the monstrous creature that had once been their coach. as you stood there, chest heaving, the chaos seemed to slow down, and your gaze drifted to the side. that's when you saw mijin, her eyes brimming with tears, her face a picture of despair. nayeon burst into the space between you, her movements frantic as she began to dismantle the barricade at the door.

"y/n-ah...please," she begged, her voice barely audible over her sobs. her eyes pleaded with you, and yours stung in response, welling up with tears. "i-its...it's gonna be okay," you whispered softly, trying to reassure her as she stumbled towards you, her hands shaking like leaves. you knew you had to calm her down, to make her believe everything would be alright. "mijin-ah, you have to stay where you are, okay?" you continued, trying to sound calm, but the words felt like a betrayal. "it's okay...it's just a scratch," you lied, the words tasting bitter on your lips. but you knew the power of the mind was a potent thing – maybe, just maybe, if mijin believed it, it could become true.

mijin's gaze fell to the floor, her eyes clouding with disbelief at your words. she took a step forward, her feet carrying her towards nayeon, who was still frantically trying to clear the barricade. but as mijin approached, nayeon's fear spiked, and she scrambled onto the desk, her eyes wide with terror. "get away from me!" nayeon shrieked, her legs kicking out wildly as she tried to push mijin away. one kick landed squarely on mijin's chest, sending her crashing to the floor.

"nayeon, stop!" you bellowed, your rage lifting at the scene unfolding before you. but it was too late. mijin's body began to contort, her neck cracking ominously as her limbs twitched with an unnatural, robotic jerkiness. then, a blood-curdling screech tore from her throat, and she sprang to her feet, her hands dangling limply at her sides.

daesu sprang into action, his arms encircling mijin's waist as she launched herself at him with a savage ferocity. but even his formidable strength was pushed to the limit as mijin's body contorted and twisted, her limbs flailing with a wild, unbridled energy. with a swift, urgent glance, daesu roared, "everyone, out, now!" and made a frantic dash for the door, mijin's crazed form clutched tightly in his grasp. her body arched and bucked, threatening to break free from his hold, but daesu's grip remained unyielding as he battled to contain the fury that had consumed her.

as the two zombies continued to writhe and snarl, suhyeok's voice cut through the chaos, "we gotta go." he sprinted to nayeon's side, and together they frantically cleared the doorway of debris, their movements fueled by desperation. "get out, get out!" suhyeok's guttural shout echoed through the room, his words punctuated by the sound of scraping furniture and shuffling footsteps.

you scanned the room, ensuring everyone had escaped before making a final dash for the door. "lets go guys!" you yelled, shoving the last straggler forward as you followed close behind. but as you emerged into the hallway, a sense of unease settled in - suhyeok was nowhere to be seen. you spun back to face the door, just as he stumbled out, his face etched with exhaustion, and slammed it shut behind him. with a shared sense of urgency, you followed the group down the familiar hallways, the same corridors where, just moments before, you had tried to save a young girl from the clutches of the undead. as you pounded the hallway floor in a frantic sprint, your momentum was abruptly halted by a collision with joonyeong's back. the sudden impact sent a ripple through the group, and before you could process what was happening, everyone began swiftly reversing direction, their feet shuffling in unison.

curiosity getting the better of you, you darted a glance to the side, and your heart sank. a horde of zombies was closing in, their vacant eyes fixed on the group with a chilling hunger. nayeon's terrified screams pierced the air, echoing off the walls as she crumpled to the floor, her legs seemingly unable to support her. the group's frantic energy was visible, and you knew you had to act fast to avoid being overwhelmed by the encroaching undead.

in a flash, suhyeok burst from the rear of the group, his movements a blur as he launched himself upward, landing a lightning-fast kick on the bloodied student's face. the sudden display of agility left you breathless - stunned didn't begin to describe it. with a fierce determination, suhyeok continued his assault, pinning zombies to the walls and sending them crashing to the ground. but despite his valiant efforts, one managed to slip past his defenses, charging towards the group with a menacing intent.

without hesitation, you darted forward, weaving through the crowd with a swift precision. as the zombie closed in, you struck, your kick finding its mark on the undead attacker's leg. the zombie's balance faltered, and it crashed to the floor, its momentum extinguished.

just as you thought you'd dodged the worst of it, a zombie lunged from the shadows, its grasp closing around your injured arm like a clutch. a searing pain shot through your limb as the zombie's grip tightened, and you couldn't help but yell out in anguish as it yanked your arm with a sudden, violent force. in a heart-stopping instant, the zombie's mouth was mere centimeters from your arm, its rancid breath washing over your skin as it prepared to deliver the final, gruesome bite. time seemed to slow as you faced the very real possibility of becoming the zombie's next victim.

“y/n-ah! no!”

[the-s1lly-corner]

I HEARD BUBBA IS ON THE LIST..........may i please request first date with bubba? i wanna know what kind of silly shenanigans would occur. maybe even a first kiss if he's feeling spicy /lh

First Date with Bubba Sawyer

Slowly building up my catalog of slashers I write for let's fucking gooooo!!! Thomas Hewitt and Billy Loomis fans hold on!!!!! I'm coming!!! I just need to watch the movies (though tbf theres a chance I may have at least started the movies by the time this post goes up)

Notes: reader is GN, reader is implied to at the minimum be chill with the murdering business the Sawyers having going on

CWs: canon typical violence, cannibalism mentions

I believe I mentioned in the previous Bubba post, but; I headcanon that sometimes they get their hands on films, whether tapes or going to drive in movies.. going purely off of choptops movie comment and how Bubba dances with Stretch in the second film!

Hes going to mimic what hes seen, so of course hes going to try to go all out when planning a date for you! Dinner dates tend to be a common thing... but you may be able to change it into a picnic!

If you're not.. interested in the food they make, I'm sure hes going to do his best to find a way to make something you do like! It's hard but hes willing to make the effort for you

Oh poor boy hes so tense during it, especially during the beginning- he doesnt know exactly what to do and he just wants to impress you

Will stress out if things get thrown off what was planned, you may need to reassure him that the date isnt ruined

You guys are going to have to make sure no one sees you going out for the picnic.. odds are, depending on the timeline, Nubbins and/or Choptop may follow and be annoying

Will offer to feed you himself because that's romantic in his eyes, tries to be gentle and not smush the food all over your face

Insists on being the one to set up the picnic as well! Let him set the blanket and take everything out! Let him impress you!

Wants to kiss you and he may lean in but will chicken out if you dont show any sign of reciprocating, doesn't mean to pressure you but he does look like a wounded puppy

But if you do wish to end your first date with a kiss? Hes going to be so proud of himself, hes going to take it as a sign that he did good!! Wants to go on another date again soon!

[hiemaldesirae]

Tis Arrax: Carmilla, the Vees and a few other Overlords are attacked, and permanently killed. Valentino, Zeezi, flaming skull guy all die. Carmilla, Velvette and Vox are heavily wounded but manage to flee (Carmilla because of he daughters and Zestial (who takes Carmilla and her kid and surviving souls to his territory) while Vel, Vox and their surviving Souls end up at the Hotel.

Pentagram City is a war zone. Rosie's cannibals are holding the line, alongside Zestial's spiders but with the entertainment District out of commission it's hard turning back this new sinner who is trying to become the ONLY OVERLORD in pride.

Alastor is pissed off, because Vox is comatose and can't be repaired without parts from the entertainment District, which can't be reached as it's a no man's land currently. Eventually Carmilla calls a meeting and the surviving Overlords meet up (alongside Lucifer who is actually pissed) to discuss what to do. They realize they need Vox's help as his ability with cameras and drones would be extremely helpful.

Lucifer decides to turn Vox into a more demonic being. "He'll be more like a Sin then a hellborn. He'll still be Vox, of course--and still have a soul, but his body and power will be at Sin level. It's our best bet. Of course he'll have to answer to me and Charlie, but that won't be a problem." Because his kingdom is getting more fucked up then even he can stand and well, if gaining another Sin is what it takes then so be it.

So Lucifer Zaps Vox, and everyone watches as Vox changes. His TV head disappears, and instead his human face is back (but he has his antenna, his overlord eyes, and his shark fangs.) Long dark hair with a streak of red, and he lazily blinks open his eyes. "W-what?"

arrax how come you keep showing up in my inbox and dropping bangers. like a little guardian angel/demon. angmon. idk.

anyway i actually really love this idea, ive been a sucker for the idea of vox reverting back to his human body ever since i read negotiations LOL

i cant help but imagine that this would end in something akin to chaos, like half the overlords present going 'holy shit he's actually HOT without the tv head???' or, going off of my own headcanons of vox being an actor in life, some of the newer overlords going 'I FUCKING WATCHED HIS MOVIES' and freaking out about it. everyones going crazy meanwhile alastor just kind of crouches over his muse, whos still looking around disorientedly with confusion and whispers into his ear, 'don't worry sweetheart, i know its probably pretty loud in here, isnt it? i'll take you to a quieter place' and vox, who's still very much out of it just mindlessly agrees because hey, it's alastor and he's talking to him again for some reason, and it IS pretty loud here, so surely theres no harm in saying yes to the offer, right? (he is NOT leaving alastors sight anytime soon. lucifer has to knock down his door in the hotel to try and bring vox back to fight off the overlord wannabes and he nearly ends up having to fight alastor himself for all his troubles)

i expect you to share more of this with me later. but this is Such a tasty prompt i couldnt help myself LOL

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN TANG DYNASTY CANNIBALISM?? /gen /that sounds so interesting /pls ignore if you don't feel like talking about this

Oh ho im always down to chat about history. I actually cant name any specific instance of tang dynasty cannibalism, since my knowledge of chinese history stops after 300 CE, but in general the cultural attitude towards cannibalism has been fairly pragmatic. It's not considered a moral event-horizon you can't return from. Of course, every society has instances survival cannibalism, e.g. you’re under siege/ theres a famine/ some other infinitely nuanced circumstance. But outside of actually history, cannibalism shows up in basically every single story. Not even as a major plot point it’s just there.

Take the 4 great classics:

Romance of the three kingdoms: a hunter kills his wife and uses her flesh to feed the virtuous Liu Bei. This is framed as a noble and selfless act. bonus autocannibalism; Xiahou Dun eats his own eyeball due to *checks notes* filial piety.

Water Margin: i cant remember the name of this guy, but there was this inkeeper who was killing passerbys and feeding them to the guests. He joins the main lineup of heroes. This is never brought up again.

Journey to the west: every demon wants to eat the Tang Monk’s flesh to gain immortality. Happens every 10 pages. Not technically cannibalism by the standard definition but it is a) consumption of human flesh and b) they are humanoid/are embodiments of human vice. So im gonna count it. my blog my rules.

Dream of the red chamber: havent read it and at this point im afraid to ask.

Historical tidbit: Lingchi (death by slow cuts) was sometimes followed up by selling the person's flesh to the crowd, either as medicine, or if the person had committed a particularly egregious crime, it was a way for the people to show their hatred. The phrase "the people want to eat your flesh" is a byword for "they fucking hate you, dude." though this is more to do with desecration of a corpse than the actual consumption, because if a body is destroyed, the spirit will not be whole in the afterlife.

followers feel free to chime in!

[zerostyrant]

toki modern au headcanons…. please…. 🥺

THERES QUITE A FEW ACTUALLY

He'd be a tiktok influencer, specifically a tiktok dancer (im so serious)

^^ Would probably face a lot of controversy for making strange jokes about cannibalism, but he never stays down when cancelled. (hes so schlatt core)

I said he'd be a lot more subdued and less toxic in a modern au. This is still true, in fact, one could say he really... isn't toxic, he's just 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

He's only toxic and awful as hell in ALNST because of the dystopian circumstances. His toxicity is seasoning to the tragedy that is ALNST.

He would be an orphan and his first memories would be in the orphanage where he was pretty much alone. People thought he was strange.

I'd like to believe he was selectively mute for quite a long time, which was another reason why people called him strange

Still has the habit of studying peoples behaviors and learning them entirely for his own benefit. He wouldnt use it against someone unless absolutely necessary in a modern au.

He wouldn't bully and mess with people for fun, he'd only do it as a defense or revenge tactic.

He gets adopted when he's 13 by a kind man whos in his late 30s. He homeschools Toki and puts him in sports and recreational activities of his choice.

Toki chooses gymanstics and dance, contorting and moving his body at his will gives him a sense of control that he always felt he was never privileged to.

He didn't start talking until he was 16. His first words were, "Thank you, dad." (let me project and cry in peace, cause i promise you that old man was sobbing when toki said that)

As an adult, Toki, ofc, is a social media influencer. He'd probably enjoy streaming and eventually move to youtube or twitch where he becomes a variety streamer.

Streaming would help him feel less alone without having to be in a room full of people, it'd make him happy and loved.

Innamorati ( @alien-til-i-stage ) is his discord and twitch chat moderator /j

Of course, Toki still has his obsessive and possessive personality, that will never go away. It ends up rearing his head towards Inna, but I'm pretty sure Inna likes it anyway, the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴.

Ppl try to cancel him for that too, but Inna goes on twitter and is like "guys calm down im into it"

[thetoyboxau]

PINNED POST! - INFORMATION STATION

In short, welcome to the TOYBOX AU !

Read more to learn the terms and whatever other information you may need to know about this project! ⬇️

⭐️ This is a poppy playtime AU created by @thecharmingchaoscollection

(also known as @cannibal-kittyy on pixilart)

This AU has a LOT to unpack and has tons of lore- some of wich I don’t even know how im going to execute /hj

with this, of course that means theres tons of characters

⭐️ Here is our current cast of original characters!!: ⭐️

(not every character featured yet)

🛠️🎭 “simon” (the player)

🍁🦊Flurry Foxtrot

🐝🐰Honey Bunny

❇️🐺Wally Wolfheart

🐶💉Dr. Micheal Stephens (Dr. Doggy)

👩🧸Dr. Alice (Dr. Alison Stephens) + Dolly! A small white Wuggy :]

Asks/Dares/ect. are allowed as long as they’re sfw and don’t contain any slurs/explicit content, swearing is fine, just not excessively.

other than ocs (not all added) we obviously have some of the original games cast for this AU that can be asked things as well! We’ll be putting out as much stuff as possible for more lore context. :D

This will be updated soon! So stay tuned :]

[hayleythecannibal]

Twisted Minds: Act II- Chapter Twenty-Three Naka-Choko

TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Implied Death, Death, Cannibalism, Guns, SMUT!!, UNPROTECTED SEX, oral (M and F), PIV,

Warning this is Fem!reader. You can also find this on Wattpad and A03 under the name @HayleyMarieOfficial. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist.

Taglist: @punkin-time @miaowkitty @gabriella-aesthetic @urlocalfanficwriter @dilfdemolisher

Twisted Minds Masterlist

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-

Hannibal is facing Will and Y/N across the dining table.  Y/N is sitting in a chair with an emotionless stare. Positioned as one would a queen. RANDALL TIER'S CORPSE Lies across the table. His head lolling at an unnatural angle. A piece of paper is pinned to his chest. On it is written: "Return to Sender." Finally Will steps out of the shadows:

“I'd say this makes us even. I sent someone to kill you, you sent someone to kill me. Even-steven.” Will says, He places a hand on my shoulder. Theres still blood splatter on my face. Like red freckles. I can still feel the tearing of skin, the break of bone, the death of an animal. “Consider it an act of reciprocity. One positive action begets another.”

“Polite society normally puts such taboos on taking a life.” I speak up, the look on my face could rival that of my mother. If i could see my face im sure it’d be same as the one my mother wore before she stalked towards me 12 years ago. Hannibal tilts his head. She’s different. “Without death, we'd be at a loss. It's the prospect of death that drives us to greatness. Did you kill him with your hands?”

Will holds up his bloody, bruised knuckles. “It was very intimate.”

“It deserves intimacy. You were Randall Tier's final enemy.”

They sit at one end of the dining room table, Randall Tier's body still splayed across it. Hannibal removes Will's hands from the Epsom salts bath, drying them. Will stares absently as Hannibal treats his wounds. Hannibal clocks the retreat. o inside, Will. “You'll want to retreat, you'll want it as we want to jump from balconies, as the glint of the rails tempts us when we hear the approaching train.” Hannibal applies salve to the cuts and bruises on Will's hands, gently rubbing the ointment into his open wounds.

“Stay with me.” Hannibal says as he carefully wraps gauze bandages around Will's hands. “Where else would we go?” I say softly. Its not a question. Its a statement.

“You have everywhere to go. As long as you buttress your mind against deterring forces like guilt. You should be quite pleased. I am.” Will stares at Randall Tier's body on the table before him. “Of course you are.”

“When you were killing Randall, did you fantasize you were killing me?”

“Yes.” That makes Hannibal smile. “Most of what we do, most of what we believe, is motivated by death.”

“I don't think I've ever felt more alive than when I was killing him.”

“Then you owe Randall Tier a debt. How will you repay him?” Will considers that...I smirk with a wicked idea.

MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY - DINOSAUR ROOM - NIGHT-

The large room is dark. Overhead lights begin to FLICKER to life, and the exhibits come into view. Moving through the long-dead fossils, FASTER AND FASTER – Until we find DROPS OF BLOOD, thick and viscous, on the floor.

RANDALL TIER'S HEAD or, more specifically, the top of it. It has been taken off at the TOP JAW. And placed atop the skull of the SABERTOOTH CAT Randall was building A nightmarish form of a man's head, EYES STARING, with the savage fangs and lower jaw of the great predator. the creature is now a nightmarish hybrid.

The cat's skeletal torso meets Randall's arms and legs, which have been used to replace the cat's limbs. The BLOODY FLESH at odds with the bare ivory of the bone. A grotesque amalgamation of man and beast, of long-dead bones and recently-living flesh…

Will and Y/N take it in as they approach. Jack Crawford and Hannibal Lecter follow close behind the couple. “His killer chose not to dispose of his body, but to display it.” Jack says, I tilt my head at my work. I think i finally understand the beauty of the gruesome fate called death. Its an art. One to be perfected. 

“A jarring reminder of death's informality.” Hannibal says as he gazes at the couple, proud of who’ve they grown to be, who he helped them become. “Randall Tier was denied a respectable end that he himself denied others.” Jack says as he watches Hannibal.

“Dissection is disgrace. This is a humiliation, a final indignity. t mocking him. This isn't disdain. He's commemorating him.” Hannibal says, Commemoration? No. I wanted to show the beast he felt on the inside to the world.  “This killer has no fear for the consequences of what he's done.’

“No guilt.” Will Graham approaches the Randall-tooth display, leaving Jack and Hannibal behind. The ORGANIC HUM of his CIRCULATORY SYSTEM grows loud in his ears. HE CLOSES HIS EYES. A PENDULUM swings in the BLACKNESS of his mind. FWUM. FWUM.

his eyes open --

The museum is now dark, FALLING AWAY TO BLACKNESS, a void beyond the Randall-tooth and The couple. “Hello again.” A DISEMBODIED VOICE, both in the room and in Will's head:

“Come closer.” Will takes a step closer, but evidently not close enough. “Closer. I want to see you.” the Randall-tooth's face, the freakish maw, into the eyes as they OPEN. He reacts to a heavy sound, something is moving in the darkness around him. An unseen beast's FOOTSTEPS circle him.”Can you see you?”

“Clearer and clearer. You forced me to kill you.”

“I didn't force you to enjoy it. She made me a monument.’ Will moves around the Randall-tooth, movement in the shadows opposite whatever is circling, tracking his movements. it is Randall Tier (no mauling suit), naked, primal, in the shadows, a haunting silhouette. “You're welcome.”

“The monument is not to me. It's to you. This is pride.”

“She gave you what you want. This is who you are. What you feel finally matches the reality of what She see’s.”

“This is my becoming.” Randall Tier finally steps out of the shadows, revealing mandible-like tusks hang where his jaw should be. A nightmare inverse of the Randall-tooth, in human form. “And yours.” Will shakes his head, this is not his becoming. “This is Our design.’

The lights are once more bright on the crime scene. Jack and Hannibal step INTO FOCUS behind Them, like the angel and devil on their shoulders. We are back --

Will turns to Jack and Hannibal. “He knew his killer. There is a familiarity here. It was someone

who met him, understood him. It was someone like him. Different pathology, same instinct.”

“His killer empathized with him?”

“You mistake empathy for understanding, Jack. If there's anything, it's envy.” I say softly, i finally turn around to face them. “Envy?’

“Randall Tier came into his own much easier than whoever killed him.”

“This is a fledgling killer. He's never killed before, not like this.” Hannibal says, no Will has never killed like this. “No, not like this. This is the nightmare that followed him out of his dreams.” Hannibal inscrutably fascinated with his subject --

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - NIGHT-

Hannibal sits still in the chair as Will Graham moves around him, picking things up, putting them down. Amped somehow. An athlete after the race, adrenalin still coursing his system. Y/N sits in the chair across from the man. She looks different, not physically but her demeanor and aura is different. She’s in more control, no longer helpless. Finally the true color of the butterfly had been revealed. “You're playing a dangerous game.”

“We once caught a killer who went to his victims' funerals just so he could console their loved ones.”

“Jack Crawford is no grieving widow. Not so long ago, we were both suspects for crimes just like this.” Will turns to Hannibal: “That's why I can't be a suspect this time. Or you. When you framed Chilton, you exonerated me and yourself. He was the broom that swept our tracks.” Hannibal does not react to this. Instead: “Why didn't you  dispose of the body? It was the prudent course.”

“Randall deserved to be seen.” I cross my legs, if my Heels didnt have redbottoms, they’d be red with blood.  “Randall, or you and Will’s work on him?” Hannibal says softly, I smile. Its not sweet anymore its predatory, one that could rival Hannibal’s.  “You called it "artistry." Is that how you see your own efforts?” Will says as his hands grace my shoulders.

“I also called it "savagery." You mutilated the body. Displayed it.” Hannibal says as he observes us. “The Butterfly has left the cocoon, Dr. Lecter. Spreading her wings.” I say softly, poised. 

“A newly fledged Butterfly is at his most vulnerable. she can fly, but she has to learn to hunt.” Hannibal tilts his head in observation.

“And they learn via imitation. There is a mantra in medical tuition you must know: watch one,

do one, teach one. I've seen plenty, Dr. Lecter.” Will says as he brushes my hair to one side. Hannibal doesn't answer to that. Instead: “How did it feel? To manipulate what was a living man into a message all of your own.”

“Like I wasn't finished till I had.” I say as Will fixes the zipper of my dress. Pulling it up all the way. Hannibal absorbs this. “Did you take a trophy too, Will?”

“A memento of my first rodeo? What do you think?” 

“I think it would be the act of a serial killer.”  Hannibal fixes his gaze on the way the couple are so openly intimate in front of him. No longer shy. “By definition, one body doesn't make me a serial killer.”

FREDDIE LOUNDS'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY-

Freddie now sits at the table, opposite Will, checking her recorder as Will scans the wall. ”I raised the ante on my publishing deal. There's been movie interest. Hollywood is a fine place for the obnoxious and wealthy.’ Freddie smirks, she loves the future she thinks she will behold. “You're not wealthy, Freddie.”

“I will be. I'm a pariah among journalists because I took a different faith. But I'm putting that faith in you.” Will finally sits at the table and she presses "record." “Let's talk Chesapeake Ripper. Frederick Chilton. Who knew?”

“Who knew.”

“No one did. Nobody would. Not even you. You were so certain the Chesapeake Ripper was Hannibal Lecter, you tried to kill him.” Will takes that in stride, calmly correcting her: “You neglected to say "allegedly."”

“No, I didn't. Dr. Lecter's your psychiatrist again. What's up with that?”

“I was wrong about him. That's what's up with that.”

“Maybe you were. Maybe you weren't.”

“Chilton was the Chesapeake Ripper.”

“The Chesapeake Ripper had surgical skills Frederick Chilton did not.”

“They have the same profile.”

“Except Dr. Chilton was a woeful surgeon. Dangerous, even. I've been chatting with his old medical school chums. They say he fled to psychiatry to avoid embarrassment.” Will stares at her, considering her, then: “My story with the Chesapeake Ripper already has an ending, Freddie.”

“Mine doesn't. Do you really think Dr. Chilton killed Abigail Hobbs? I don't. Even if I let this story go, I'll never let that go.” 

“Trust me, Freddie. Neither will I.”

“It's too bad Dr. Chilton was shot in the face. He's not exactly in the position to defend himself.

Yet somehow, here you are in the position to defend Hannibal Lecter.” Freddie studies Will, curious what he's hiding…

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT-

A KNOCKING at the door. Move through the house with Will and Y/N to find –  MARGOT VERGER At the door. She looks gorgeous, demure and softer than usual. Will smiles and lets her in. She waves a bottle of whiskey. “I've come to replenish your stores.”

I watch the woman walk into our home. We sit by the fire, drinking the whiskey. “Reasoning makes us human, but questioning the nature of our humanity makes us miserable.” Margot says, taking a sip of her whiskey.

“I'll drink to that.” I smirk, the whiskey blushes my skin. “What happened to your window?” She tilts her head. “A stag got lost in the storm. Came through the window. Got a few scratches getting him out.” Will says, we both know its not true.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT-

Margot left. with the way she kept looking Will up and down made me question if she truly didnt have a proclivity for his parts. I go into me and Will's shared bedroom. I need him. savagely, delicately, lovingly.....i just need him. Watching the Kill of the previous night had riled me up. Once he's in the room I begin to unbutton my blouse and Will gently takes my hands and stops me.

He then starts to unbutton my blouse himself, removing it, revealing an old scar across My bicep. Below it, other scars blemish my skin. “Who did this to you?”

“My Mother.” I say softly, As Will runs his fingers over her scars, I unbutton his shirt, revealing the raw, red gouges from Randall Tier's claws. My hand moves across his chest to the jagged button scar where Jack Crawford shot him.

My hand slides down to the waist of his pants. He takes my wrist, stopping me, then slowly pulls me toward the bed. I feel myself becoming warm. Our lips graze not yet enveloping the others kiss. His arms wrap around me and he kisses me, hard.

I pull his body down on mine, feeling the heat of his skin. I run my hand over the rough stubble on his face. I look up at him, his blue eyes are staring deep into mine. They're so beautiful, and right now, they're filled with desire. I bite his bottom lip, pulling his mouth down to meet mine.

His tongue finds it's way into my mouth. His kisses move down my neck, then to the tops of my breasts. I run my fingers through his hair and pull his mouth to my nipple. I've always had larger breasts. Will begins sucking and nipping at them, causing a soft moan to escape from my lips.

My nipples harden under his touch, sending a surge of warmth straight to my pussy. He slides his hands down to the waistband of my Slacks, unbuttons and unzips them. I lift my hips as he slowly pulls them off. The cool air feels good on my heated skin.

He pulls his pants off and I can see the outline of his cock in his boxers. It's already hard and waiting for me. I can't wait any longer. I slide my hand into his boxers, taking his cock in my hand. He's not a large man, but he's well endowed and he knows how to use what he's been blessed with. I pump him a few times before he pulls my hand out.

He growls against my lips and kisses me again. Then he moves back to my nipples, giving each one a quick tug before kissing his way down to my panties. I'm soaked already. he hooks his finger on the side of my panties and slides them off. He looks down at me, naked, lying in his bed.

"So beautiful."

He lays between my legs, kissing and nipping at the inside of my thighs. His hands gripping my hips at a bruising grip. My pussy is aching for his touch. He teases me, moving closer and closer to my cunt, then moving back. He places my leg over his shoulder, spreading me wide. He looks up at me, a wicked grin on his face, before sliding his tongue between my folds.

A moan escapes my lips and my back arches off the bed as his tongue enters me. His tongue explores, moving up and down, teasing my clit, then plunging deep into my cunt. I'm squirming under him, moaning, begging for more. He places a finger at my entrance, then slowly inserts it.

He moves it in and out a few times, then adds another finger. He begins pumping them in and out as he sucks on my clit. My pussy tightens around his long fingers and I can feel myself getting close. "Fuck...Will," I moan, "I'm gonna-"

Before I can finish, my orgasm hits, causing my whole body to shudder. He slows down, bringing me down from my climax, then removes his fingers. He looks up at me, my wetness on his chin. He wipes it away, then crawls up next to me, pulling me into his arms.

I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat. He's still hard and throbbing. I want to take care of him. I kiss his neck, and work my way down his chest, kissing and sucking. Leaving lovely bruises. I continue downward, kissing his hip bones, then taking his cock in my hand.

I look up at him, his blue eyes are hooded with desire. I slowly lick the tip, tasting the precum, then take him in my mouth. I bob up and down on him, taking him as deep as I can. I swirl my tongue around the head, then take him back in. I never take my eyes off him. The etheral being that he was deserved to be worshipped. Though i’m sure he’d say the same about me. 

"Baby." He groans. I look up at him, his hand in my hair. "You're gonna make me cum."

I keep going, picking up the pace, wanting him to cum. I love the feeling of his cock in my mouth, his taste. His breath quickens and his grip on my hair tightens.

"Fuck." He pulls me off quickly. "I want to cum inside of you."

I move back up to him, kissing him, letting him taste himself on my tongue. He rolls over, laying me on my back. He spreads my legs, settling between them. He rubs the head of his cock along my slit, then slowly pushes in.

We both let out a moan. He feels so good inside me. He starts slow, then picks up the pace.

He leans down and kisses me, hard. "God, baby, you're so fucking wet."

"It's all for you, Will."

He starts thrusting harder and faster, hitting the spot deep inside that drives me crazy. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper. My nails dig into his back "Oh god, Will...fuck me."

"I'm not going to last much longer, baby. I'm so close."

"I want you to cum inside me, Will. I want to feel you."

Will thrusts harder, hitting that spot with every stroke. My pussy tightens and I feel another orgasm building.

"Oh god...Will, I'm gonna cum."

"That's it, baby, cum for me."

I cum hard, moaning his name. He thrusts a few more times, then I feel him cum deep inside me.

We lay there, panting, for a few minutes, then he pulls out and lays next to me. He pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I listen to his heartbeat slow, and feel his breath even out. I look up at him. His eyes are closed and a small smile is playing on his lips.

He opens his eyes, looking at me. He leans down and kisses me softly. "I love you, Y/N." I kiss him back, "I love you too, Will."

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

Freddie Lounds exiting her car with a bag. Will's house in the background.

Freddie stands on Will's veranda, peers through the door. Can see THE DOGS, but no Will Graham.  She KNOCKS again. She tries the door, pushes. It doesn't open. Freddie moves off the veranda, peers through windows. Looks under the house. An opportunity she may not get again.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - SHED - DAY-

Freddie Lounds now stands in front of the large doors. A hefty PADLOCK on the bolt. She pulls LOCK PICKS from her bag and deftly starts to work the lock. THE LOCK PICK slides into the lock with a TENSION WRENCH. INSIDE THE KEYWAY the lock pick maneuvers around WARDS. THE LOCK PINS are adjusted into position. THE LOCK turns.

Light floods in as the doors open and Freddie Lounds steps in, silhouetted against the light behind. She moves into the shed, bag over her shoulder. Old carpentry wood, a stack of firewood logs, boxes of ancient fishing tackle. Ancient machinery. And RANDALL TIER'S

MAULING SUIT. It hangs like a skinned animal from a beam. Without thinking, Freddie absently pulls out her camera and takes a few pictures. In the BURST OF LIGHT from her flash, Freddie notices something. 

She studies the bones closer. The bear skull glowering at her, the claws hang on either

side, bloody and stained. She glances around the room and continues taking pictures of every detail of the space. AN INDUSTRIAL FREEZER Freddie examines the lock and retrieves her lock pick kit.

INSIDE THE FREEZER A DOZEN PAPER-WRAPPED FISH fill the freezer. A HORSESHOESHAPED PAPER-WRAPPED FISH catches Freddie's eye. Unlike the other fish, it's in a plastic bag. Freddie opens the bag and retrieves the horseshoe-wrapped fish, unwrapping it and revealing it is a HUMAN JAW. The DOOR OPENS BEHIND HER, flooding the room with light. Freddie startles, turning to see Y/N silhouetted behind her.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - SHED - DAY-

Freddie stares at Y/N in horror as he calmly closes the door behind him, blocking her way out. Freddie goes for the revolver in her bag. Pulls it free, points. “There really is a very good explanation for all of this.”

“I don't want to hear it.” Y/N takes a menacing step closer. “You're not the least bit curious?”

“Get away from the door.”

“I can't let you go, Freddie. Not without hearing what I have to say.” takes another step  “I know you're scared. Only have to be scared just a little bit longer.” raises her hand “Give me the gun.”

She takes a final step and Freddie FIRES. BANG. The bullet raises SPLINTERS off the wall, narrowly missing Y/N. Will BARGES IN AND CHARGES, violently slamming into Freddie.

BANG-BANG-BANG, Freddie keeps firing until Will wrenches the gun from her hand. She chops her foot hard down his instep and scrambles away. Will bolts after her, slamming into the

wall as he slips on the cold floor. Freddie is nearly to the door as Will grabs her by the back

of the head, snatching a fistful of red hair. Y/N just observes. Watches with a smile. 

Freddie's hand comes from her bag with PEPPER SPRAY. She blasts Will with it. Will lets go of her, hands to his eyes...

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - SHED - DAY-

As she comes bursting from the shed. Running for her life. Toward her car. Cell phone in one hand. Freddie CLICKS her keys and the car opens and she dives inside. TIGHT ON FREDDIE trying to control her panic as she CLICKS the doors locked. Her cell phone to her ear as she starts the car as we hear her call get connected --

“Jack Crawford.” BEEP. “Ja-AHHHHHH.” SMASH!

The side window bursts inward at Freddie, spraying broken glass and revealing Will swinging an IRON BAR. Freddie SCREAMS as she is YANKED violently out of the car. PAN DOWN from Freddie, as she's dragged screaming from the car, to the cell phone, call timer counting the seconds… FREDDIE'S SCREAMING

BAU - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - DAY-

As Jack Crawford plays the recorded message for Alana, Y/N, Hannibal and Will.

They listen grimly to the sound of ragged breath, the car door, the smash and then the scream.

“Freddie Lounds left this message for me three hours ago. Her cell signal's dead now. Last call was traced to the nearest phone tower.”  looks to Will “In Wolf Trap, Virginia. We have her on security cameras at a gas station, filling her car. Six miles from your farm.” 

“Freddie was supposed to interview me. She never showed up.” Will is gazing at Y/N. Alana is looking at Will closely. Hannibal is watching Alana. “Why are you granting interviews to Freddie Lounds?” Jack furrows his brows. “I owed her one.”

“Surely, Freddie Lounds has more enemies than Will.” I say with a oblivious enough look. “Not in Wolf Trap, Virginia.”

“I live in the middle of nowhere, Jack. If someone wanted to take her, it'd be a good place to do it.’ Alana looks at Will and Hannibal. Decides she has to speak. “Freddie was investigating a story about Will and Hannibal committing murders together. There's no reason to believe her, but someone believed Freddie was a threat.” Alana truly wondering what she believes --

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT-

Will Graham is organizing our groceries on the counter as Hannibal looks on. Onions, assorted bell peppers, garlic cloves, tomatoes, potatoes and ginger are ready for prep. “We provide the ingredients, you tell us what we should do with them.” Hannibals eyes trail to Me. Like he knows something we dont. But what? 

“What's the meat?” Hannibal asks as he turns his eyes back to Will. “What do you think?” I ask softly with a smirk.  Hannibal smiles at that. Cuts the string and unrolls the paper to reveal a LOIN OF MEAT. Long and slim. He bends and smells it. Hannibal looks up at Y/N with a smile. Because he knows what this is. He looks proud. “Red meat, but only just. Veal? Pork, perhaps?”

“She was a slim and delicate pig.” Will says, he kisses my cheek. And oh was she delightful to kill.  “I'll make you a pork lomo saltado. We'll make it together.” Hannibal hands Will a knife and nods to the chopping board. Will grabs the ginger root among the ingredients.

“You slice the ginger.” Hannibal looks at Y/N closely now. Intent.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-

Will, Y/N and Hannibal at the table -- beautifully-presented plates before them. Hannibal smiles, watches Will as he raises a forkful of the meat and eats it. Hannibal is satisfied. Takes a mouthful himself and savors it. He knows the flavor. No hiding it. He looks at the Couple.

“The meat has an interesting flavor. It's bracing. Notes of citrus.” Will savors the flavors of the dish. “My palate isn't as refined as yours.”

“Apart from humane considerations, it's more flavorful for animals to be stress-free prior to slaughter. This animal tastes frightened.” Hannibal says knowingly, I savor the euphoric taste of the meat. This time its a choice i’ve made. Not one made for me. And I relish with the thoughs of who its Supposed to be.

Will quirks an eyebrow. “What does "frightened" taste like?”

“It's acidic.” 

“The meat is bitter about being dead.” I say with a playful smirk. Hannibal is amused by that notion. “This meat isn't pork.” I shake my head.  “It's long pig.” Will takes a bite. Hannibal watches him intently, proud.

“You can't reduce me to a set of influences. I'm not the product of anything. I've given up good and evil for behaviorism.” Will says,”I’ve inheirently never had behaviorism for good and evil, I was raised that way. Mommy’s little Grave digger….” I quip with distaste for my mother. 

“Then you can't say that I'm evil.”

“You're destructive. Same thing.”

“Evil's just destructive? Storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and then there's hail. Underwriters lump it all under "Acts of God." Is this meal an act of God?” Hannibal takes a final bite

[orpheuslament]

lmao i remember when people used to get cancelled on here for talking about psychosexual cannibalism and toxic ships... i think the recent stuff with richard siken and ethel cain is what we need to inject some nuance into the conversation about fictional incest. of course the freaks dni brigade will never die but the siken/hannibal/iwtv/hand in unlovable hand girlies should realize we r in no position to pearl clutch. also your fucked up twins poem is sooo crazy 😵‍💫🚬🚬🚬

richard siken & ethel cain are doing the lords work tbh. like if you enjoy certain fucked up themes in media why draw such a strict line. i get that not everything is for everyone but theres a difference between not liking / being uncomfortable with something & acting like ppl who dont mind it are perverted evil freaks lmao. like come on. either yr morality is dictated by what you consume or it isnt. also thank you so much!!!!! mwah mwah mwah

[avaeeart]

well

that expansion sucked

salt and opinion incoming

i don't have a lot of thought because there was nothing to even think on about this flat expansion, but here are my thoughts - also quick apology because English is not my first langauge, plus this is my own personal opinion:

The Commander has no vital role in this. We were a mascot to the cause that we had no sentimental or important value in. Yes there are people who don't want the Commander to be the main focus, and that is a valid opinion, but we were very much just the audience to a running movie with no impacting opinion whatsoever.

A majority of the opinions I read here on Tumblr and reddit share the same view: The beginning and launch of SotO had strong foundations: A new mystery faction, a new cast of engaging cahracters of various, ancient races shrouded in mystery and an otherworldly threat. Except. Uncooked. Unseasoned, Underbaked. SotO moved on way too fast, with barely any time to get to know these people, reunion with Zojja (who, oof, gets completely forgotten despite her image being in the launcher), and of course, one of the interesting cast members gets killed.

Onto the Kryptis. ?????? They were reskinned orphans from Divinity's reach. Why were aliens from the Mist, dream demons, written like poor people who needed our help to ... get water and bandaid? Where is the worldbuilding? Where is the hostility and curiousity of demons meeting an entire different race walking into their homeland? Why is monarchy all the same in the demon realm? It is just a lazy and uncreative solution to introducing a new threat and race

Eparch, uh. What threat did he pose beside a fighting achievement under five minutes. Who was Labris again beside a fighting achievement too. Again. Major threats, major antagonists get a huge build up but once it is their time to shine in the spotlight. They get nothing but a reskinned model and five minutes of talking. As much as Labris' death had an impact on Eparch in his voice lines, there was not much ground for me to get invested in their connection.

Peitha is written incredibly flat. Her plans of ruling and usurping are as solid as soup. Yes she may throw out really cool lines, but in the whole fabric of planning a revolution, where is the consistency and foundation? The Wizards have to plan an assault and all the logistics, the other generals and Ramses doing the relocation of things, and Peitha is just. Saying things, while we protect her and do the job. She says she is caring for her people but where do we see that, beside her complementing her killing choices in 1-2 lines? Where do we see her passion for revolution, her hatred against the status quo? She quickly fell flat and cheaply written (beside her sexy baiting lines) once she got revealed. As much as the writing makes me dislike her, she deserved better.

the cannibal demons were not cannibalistic enough.

the wizards were not wizard enough.

In general, the story was nothing new, no exciting twists and the pacing is out of place (the months between those very short chapters did not help it either). it is a X formular marvel-esque movie.

from a gameplay perspective:

soto has nothing to offer.

theres the legendary armor (which i farmed for from the start), convergences, rifts - But for the casual player, who may never intend to farm for the Obsidian Armor, it brings nothing. The Rifts as fun as the gameplay may be, dont offer gold or good material (beside the essences). the Convergence has some good drops if you are lucky but again, only for essences. But hey, Skyscale fireball fun right?

What makes me frustrated is, SotO has potential, so much good foundation and build up. But such expectation of a whole new lore was never reached and the story rushed. May blame it on the new cash grabbing model. It is a bland mid expansion with too many boring moments and do X amount of events. Maps are great tho, missing Jumping puzzles though.

3/10 reused wyvern model

[calebwittebane]

but yeah thank you for enjoying Leigh Stasik The Cannibal Postfighter (gender neutral form of postman) And Her Wacky New Vegas Journey. glad to have shared it with you. but now, heres the thing. i find that the independent route in particular really really suffered from the game ending up somewhat unfinished and with a lot of cut content and reduced factions. the whole "chaos ensued, everyone was on their own, until shit finally calmed down thanks to the securitrons" - well i dont think its good enough. like ive mentioned before, in my head there exists a better version of the independent new vegas route, and the basis of it is properly uniting various scattered factions to form a coalition of support, respect, and building a better future. those are (putting shit under a readmore cuz i ended up rambling a lot):

- the followers of the apocalypse, obviously. i actually think its odd that when you talk to julie farkas right before hoover dam, shes like >_> uhh why should i support an independent new vegas, new vegas is so sucks with how all the poor people get locked outside with so few resources... girl?? like this has to have been a very haphazard way to patch the whole 'this was supposed to be a major faction' thing but like. new vegas isnt just the strip... new vegas is the strip, freeside, outer vegas (westside et al), all those semi-populated areas around it, and by all account all territory east of the red rock canyon, west of the colorado river, south of the northern passage, and north of the mojave outpost, which I'm Told is on the border between the new vegas territory and the ncr LUL... and besides, obviously ncr and the legion and mr house are not options with any intent of dismantling the inequality. like i think the response was meant to specifically regard a scenario where the courier just ends up holed up in the strip with all the securitrons, without making any effort to ally themselves with local factions, and without any regard for the people... but again, I Am Not Satisfied With That. girl i got the idolized reputation and then joined the followers For A Reason..... im too lazy to check but does she have something else to say if you have a very high reputation in freeside? oh well WOTEVER. the followers of the apocalypse. theyre part of this.

- the kings. also somewhat obvious. they caare about freeside... i think given more resources and without the ncr crawling about annoying them they can really start to improve things and keep the place reasonably peaceful. The Local Elvis Impersonator And Gay Ass Greaser Community Government

- the outer vegas, especially westside. it really is great that theyve got their own co-op farms and a militia protecting them, and now imagine what itd be like if they werent being pushed away into a small run-down area with shit falling apart and very little land to cultivate. hey guys all this farmland south from freeside that the ncr had been hogging? When We Join Forces, It Is Ours, Meaning Its Yours. the water infrastructure, the crops, the storage. now were gonna need more engineers to keep up with maintenance but heres the thing: the ncr had been snatching up all locals with any kinda engineering know-how to help with Their infrastructure, but now theyre not here anymore. theres Plenty of repair people, handyfighters (gender neutral form of handyman), engineers and so on, scattered all over mojave, some of them doing fuckall, and much more people that could be taught such things and contribute. we can get shit running smoothly and im not just talking about the irrigation systems and so on. with the helios one fully operational and sending power to freeside and outer vegas, with greatly improved freedom of movement... girls we can get it all running. also! the sewer network? can we talk about the robust sewer network and the people just straight up people living in there underground. baby, we can make that a good place to live. rent free of course. and it could be used for transportation, too! guys... we are tapping into this potential. and we are gonna vastly reduce stink and smell levels, to help prevent the spread of disease. actually yeah theres a lot that could be done just by improving the hygiene around here, now that the ncr isnt hoarding all the water. less stink and smell, less disease, better access to medical care... oh baby!

- jacobstown! i was actually Elated to see the ending slide saying dr henry found the cure for the nightkin. the ncr were largely responsible for exacerbating distrust of the super mutants and trying to cause hostility, and without them around... i believe Peace And Friendship with the rest of new vegas is possible. of course i imagine many would prefer to stay in jacobstown, what with it being The Super Mutant Establishment And Safe Haven, but yknow. i bet many would like to go out there and live among people. like that guard in westside. imagine the possibilities. education and opportunities would be provided, distrust mended. hell, black mountain could also be a peaceful super mutant establishment, with treatment provided to the nightkin living there, and neil taking on a marcus type role there. the area would need a Lot of work, but hey, with super mutants no longer being pushed to the absolute furthest margins of society, i believe a lot can be achieved.

- yes man and the securitrons obviously. Now. i really dont care for making them the sort of aggressive militaristic police force that mr house wanted them to be. i believe, of course, in using them as a sheer Force against the legion and the ncr, to drive them away and keep them away, and to protect the continued independence of the region. i also think that early on they might be necessary in kind of temporarily filling in the gaps left behind by the ncr, to prevent chaos and aid in a smoother reorganization wherever theres not enough people to run things. there are many good ways for securitrons to contribute, and indeed this is true of all sorts of robots that used to languish in old factory buildings or protect mr houses property. robots can be understood better and given the opportunity to become citizens--dude theres lots of robots with feelings and free will and so on, and while i recognize its just a kinda scifi trope thats rarely given that much nuance, well! We Can Do Better. allow robots to hang out. allow robots to advocate for themselves. allow robots to have their internal lives acknowledged. allow robots to seek happiness and entertainment. allow robots to be chilliiiiinnng 👍

- ex-ncr. listen. theres some good folks in the ncr and lots of people who got Fuck All in return for their service and have every reason to turn their back on it. the folks who got pretty much stranded at searchlight, stuck sitting next to an irradiated town and just telling people not to go in? the people looking after refugees at bitter springs--what, five of them? guarding the entire refugee camp, completely exposed to any legion raid that chooses to take a swing at them, no reinforcements or extra supplies coming unless a Local Celebrity runs around ncr centers and begs people to send anything? camp golf? and so on and so forth. dude. the new vegas campaign is a very unpopular war. the ncr back home dont rly gaf. all over the mojave lots of people signed up just because they didnt think there was any other option, and they wanted to make a difference. theres people being given orders from the higher ups to wreck entire communities, and well They Dont Wanna Do That. well tell you hwhat folks. quit. if youre about to get your paper renewed, dont. if youve got more time on your contract, fuck it, disregard that. the ncr go around losing entire squads and never finding out what happened. You Can Leave The Army Today. You, Too, Can Betray The New California Republic. ask not what you can do for the republic--ask what the fuck ever the republic has done for you. and if it has done something for you, ask if it couldnt have been done better and sooner if the actual interests of the ncr didnt lie elsewhere. reach out to your ptsd-ridden colleagues. reach out to your exhausted, dissatisfied neighbors. think about, for all the Civilized Customs that the ncr has supposedly brought along, all the bigotry theyve been spreading In Here, On This Land, Like Its Theirs. no! You Can Stop Being A Bootboy Today. you can put your talents and courage and good will to better use. look at my friend boone here. you see him? do you know what he got from the ncr? PTSD, Complicity In Atrocities, debilitating guilt, bald head in his 20s, and an overwhelming sense of doom. do you know what he got from ME, the leading voice of the independent option? emotional support, a chance to protect the communities the ncr wanted him to destroy, friends, career opportunities, enrichment, epiphanies, a chance to kill a buncha fascists, a near-endless supply of nuka cola, a bunch of knives, a teddy bear, and more! thats right. thats right. ditch the ncr. join us. folks, this is the way to go.

- ghouls. wonder what should be done about the irradiated areas? how about letting ghouls, who thrive in radiation, create their own settlements. peace and quiet. because, listen. deprived of communities, pushed to the margins, left to roam the most desolate areas, the odds of ghouls becoming feral are frighteningly high in the mojave. we know from harland that there just arent many places for a ghoul to hang out around here if they want some semblance of a community, besides enlisting for the ncr, which is an unpopular choice. thats why he opted to join the bright brotherhood, and i just think folks prooooobably deserve better than a religious cult that ended in mass suicide. anyway. radiation provides an easy barrier against most threats from the outside. necessary supplies can be delivered to the new settlements by robots and properly equipped workers. ghouls are ancient. among ghouls are some of the finest scientists and historians. ghouls can work with technology languishing in areas too irradiated for humans to delve into. can you imagine the technological progress that could be achieved in such settlements? but also chilling. lots of chilling. chilling.com/careers. the ghouls shall be chillinnnng 👍

the boomers and the brotherhood of steel are reclusive and dont wanna deal with outsiders--hey thats okay, do what you want, live and let live, just Dont Start Shit and also know that you have options. no offense to the brotherhood but you love sending patrols into the mojave and losing them to enemies and situations, so i dont think going to war with the new government is something you wanna do. you dont have the range. you dont have the giant robots. and well, good. that makes you more likeable actually. i hate those guys with all that liberty prime vertibirds rockets type bullshit going on. buncha smiling fascists. who do they think they are. whatre you doing that for. bye.

so yea. thats my Independent New Vegas Coalition. and the first step to truly unifying those factions Before the second battle of hoover dam, before ncr's retreat? showing them that united, together, we can do things that the ncr cannot. and what would that be you ask. simple. killing caesar. storming the fort, releasing the slaves and hostages and ensuring their safe journey to new vegas where theyll be looked after, and executing baldie via firing squad. thats right. thats right. no one from the ncr has even been inside the fort but i have. i know the layout. i know the weaknesses. i know the terrain. i know how theyre connected to the west and to the east. and guess what. thisll help us in the long run in many different ways, not just the obvious "caesar is dead yayyy" way. easier to deploy securitrons from the bunker under the fort if theres no legion about. oh thats right! weve got securitrons in there, folks. neat isnt it! like i said. doing things the ncr cannot. why would you look at that, kimball, oliver, all the other fools. hows that war with the legion going for ya. oh whats that? caesar is dead? oh yes. and it wasnt you guys who did that. we did that. so i just think its really funny how... um... weve got this. go home. or else take that taste the pain

[no-stupid-questions-official]

what is the deal with the cannibalism taboo? of course i understand how killing people is bad, but for example, ive seen multiple fictional characters who have killed dozens of people freak out over cannibalism. i also get like if the family of that person would be upset, or religious reasons; but again, the characters mentioned above have left some pretty horrible remains and dont care about the families, so theres got to be something else. so basically why is cannibalism considered worse than other forms of murder and desecration? or is there not a particular reason other than giving most people the ick?

sorry if this is too graphic or violent but it doesnt seem like its against the rules? feel free to delete this ask if it is

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