#the mayor fear and hunger

[crowsyart]

Dinner with the mayor

[reggiethepup]

Day five - favorite ship - I love so many but I’m obsessed with Daanryk and don’t see much content for them, so I had to draw them!

Day six - an old god - big fan of Gro-goroth

Day seven - favorite monster - the neighbors make me laugh, between the weird little sounds they make and the way they just slide out of the walls, I love them

Day eight - favorite moment - the gentleman is so special to me, I think his dinner scene is silly. No vulgar talk at his dinner table ❤️

[n0nzaste]

[salemcantupdate]

Fear and Hunger doodles

[rustedmonkeyking]

Sure is easy to make fun of Levi when you're not playing as him, huh??

[maddymoreau]

[klaumelon]

Happy baby 💓

[synvelesow]

may i perhaps request some love for our good friend Mr Mayor?

kidnapped for dinner

[teddybeartoji]

there are so many things to do how do ppl cope with this. so many options i feel my brain melting just from thinking abt it. i wanna write. i wanna read. i wanna watch my show. i wanna watch films. i want to draw. i want to play video games. i want to take a nap. i want to make my poem notebook. i want to drink tea. i want to play another game. i want. i want. i want.

[pixlime]

I have a private discord to give myself reminders, but sometimes I'll load it up and just see something like this

[pocketdaan]

Henryk inexplicably has a full meatpie when you loot his dead body.

This pie isn't damaged enough to cause poison. It heals a nice 90 hunger points.

But, Henryk doesn't have a bag. Where did he store a whole meatpie?

[spookymcspookerson]

Hi I still have crippling brain rot for Fear & Hunger 2 so have what I view the conversation with the Mayor would be like if it were voiced.

[saklasnabal]

Benis

[offical-ouroboros]

1.5k raw smut fic for Francóis

Fics to write for the Gentleman, Needles, Crow Mauler, and Lord of the Flies

AN ENTIRE. OC. THAT NEEDS INTERACTIONS WRITTEN FOR COMBAT DIALOGUE. AND NSFW SCENES. BECAUSE I GAVE HIM. THE ABILITY. TO SUCCESSFULLY SHOW LOVE. TO ALMOST EVERY ENEMY.

IN B O T H G A M E S

SAID CHARACTER NEEDS A FULL SHEET FOR HIS DESIGN

AN ADDITIONAL PREVIOUS CHARACTER THAT NEEDS A PROPER DESIGN OF AT LEAST TWO ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PIECES TO REPRESENT THEIR ANIMATION, WHICH, BY THE WAY, IS ALSO BASICALLY PORN BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING F&H AND THEY'RE BASED OFF THE FEAR OF SEX AND LOVE SO YOU CAN GATHER WHAT THAT'S LIKE WITH THEM BEING A FAILED MARRIAGE

WHY THE FUCK DOES FEAR & HUNGER HAVE THIS GRASP ON ME!??

[erwinsvow]

was watching the latest hunger games and i don’t know if you’ve seen it but there’s a scene with snow and lucy gray that is so reader and rafe core. like the scene where he kills the mayor’s daughter and lucy gray is in hysterics and he just grabs her, warns her to pull herself together and go back outside and pretend like he’s not just killed someone and i’m like this is so rafe and his casual dominance with reader. 😍😍

babe STOP you are SOOO onto something here.. + that scene in the movie had me FERAL!!!!! picturing season two after limbrey kills that guy (im so sorry i cannot recall any names.. was too busy staring at rafe's arms)

"oh my god!" you squeal, eyes wide like coins, tears filling up and almost spilling over in a matter of seconds. "oh my god, oh my god-"

rafe fucked up. he shouldn't have gotten you anywhere near this situation, it's his own fault. your insistence on not being too far from him and his own ego that found pleasure in that fact had won him over. rafe liked that you liked him, that you needed him around.

but right now he can tell what you're thinking—probably something along the lines of the fact that he was insane, that his dead body had appeared and he was going to take care of it because he wasn't reacting at all like you were, how any normal person would.

limbrey was staring at you, and a sudden fear ran through his mind that she might try and hurt you too.

"go inside-" he barks at the older lady, who doesn't move, gun in her hand. "go inside! m'gonna have to take care of this, leave-" she stalks off, while you watch with your big wet eyes, shoulders shaking, voice run dry from your screaming.

your reaction is normal, expected. he can't find it himself to even be remotely angry. he leaves the dead body where it is, hands finding your shoulders and dragging you away, like that might help you.

"hey, listen to me. listen to me." he says sternly, and you listen obediently, if not due to fear. "don't scream. don't worry. m'gonna take care of this-this mess, okay? we're gonna be fine."

"r-rafe, she k-killed someone. we, we have to call the police-"

"we're not calling anyone. m'gonna handle it. he was a bad guy, okay, no one's gonna miss him."

"a-and that makes it okay? rafe, you-"

"hey," he barks and you freeze up, listening. "listen, kid, have i ever gotten you hurt? haven't i kept you safe? hm?" he wants an answer, so you nod, still shell shocked. "s'gonna be fine. keep it together. i can't have you like this. we're gonna be fine."

"o-okay." you look down at your white shirt, observing tiny little dots of blood. "what, what do i-"

"go inside. throw this shirt in the fireplace. and then go upstairs to my room and take a shower. okay? i gotta take care of this first. then i'll come join you, got it? alright?"

"okay," you repeat, nodding, frozen. you look up at your boyfriend one last time, trusting him like you always do, even when a little part of you is screaming to run and take off in the other direction. "what're you gonna d-do, with him, uh-"

"i don't know, kid. i need to get you away from it first. just go upstairs, please-" your shoulders relax as soon as the sentence leaves his lips. your mind goes fuzzy, like it always does around rafe, but hearing that even in this insane, unfathomable situation, that his first priority is you, makes your head spin.

you lean in, pressing a kiss to rafe's lips, not pulling away until a minute has passed, your shaking hands tight on his arms.

like always, you follow the instructions he's given you, walking away and heading inside, shedding your clothes and burning them, cleaning yourself in the scalding water until you can smell nothing but the vanilla of your soap and the pine of rafe's shampoo. once out, you put on one of his shirts and some of his long white socks, everything feeling cold still.

you wait patiently on his bed, not able to focus on anything on your phone. when rafe walks in, you don't move, letting him come sit beside you.

"what did you-" you start, before being interrupted.

"don't ask, kid." rafe doesn't sound mad, rather protective. "if i tell you, you're in this shit now. can't have that."

you wrap your arms around his neck, crawling into rafe's lap and into a tight hug. his hands tense around your waist, and you close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin. he doesn't smell like blood, at the very least, so you think he hasn't done anything crazy yet.

or crazier, you correct yourself.

"the swamp. in the woods. there's gators, and foxes, and who knows what else." it comes out as a whisper, like you're scared that the walls might overhear. "if you bring him there, no one will find him. if no one finds him you can't get in trouble."

rafe pulls out of the hug to look at you, all shaky limbs and wet eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

[maddymoreau]