#them cannibalizing and butchering humans is a good start

[straycath99]

Need people to stop acting like sukuna birthed uraume

[redtsundere-writes]

Part 6: Harvest Season

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 5083 words.

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The cold morning tickled your toes protruding from the blankets that barely covered your body. You curled into a ball as you slept with your five sisters while the sun peeked through the hills of the green valley. They were squashed together like sardines to make the most of the small bed's cramped space. The room in the cabin where they lived was practically empty, they only had a small closet with all their clothes, some stuffed animals for decoration and a semi-transparent white cloth that served as a curtain. You were in your fifth dream when you felt a hand pulling your foot. You snapped your eyes open to see your mother at the end of the bed. 

“Let’s go to the market,” she asked you as you whittled your eyes wide awake. 

You nodded in response so as not to wake your sisters. You carefully slipped out of bed to get dressed in a brown dress, you wore it so much that it already had holes in the skirt. Your mother had sold most of your fancy dresses, so your sisters could buy new ones for the dances they were invited to. Your mother was always obsessed with the idea that one of her daughters would marry a rich man and take them all out of the misery in which they lived. Every morning she used to repeat the same thing: “Up my future princesses because men don't flirt themselves.” You quietly left the room and picked up the old worn-out basket they used to carry the loaf of bread and potatoes they could afford to buy. 

Since your father died a couple of years ago, money was always tight. Your mother, to keep her hopes up and not starve to death, had slowly sold all the furniture in the house. She started with the living room, then the dining room, then her bed and then the decorations. Little by little, they were running out of options. Someone had to sacrifice in the work field, and your mother would not be one of them. 

The sun was barely rising over the green horizon. It was too early to go to the human market, but you just followed your mother without question. The grass crunched under your worn boots and the cool air ruffled your hair. As you walked along the path you had created from the many times you had gone to town, your mother was quieter than usual. She was a hard woman to keep quiet, always having to have an opinion on something. “The mornings are horrible,” “it hasn't rained in months,” “everything is more expensive.” She always prattled on about any topic that crossed her mind, but today she was different. She just looked straight ahead, walked hurriedly and hadn't even wished you good morning. “Maybe she wants some peace,” you thought. You should have realized it at the time. 

You knew you reached the main town when the smell of fish intensified. Every morning, fishermen set out to sell their booty among the busy main streets of the Sukuna kingdom. A place full of humans who were ruled by curses. Since King Sukuna had conquered their lands along with his army more than five hundred years ago, the humans who had already lived there for centuries became easy prey for the hideous deformed monsters. Half of the population was eaten, while the other was left alone as soon as their stomachs were full. The only thing that stopped them from eating more was their own limits. From then on, the curses began to coexist with the humans. Only instead of treating them as equals, it was a cow-butcher relationship. 

Since the curses owned the main town, it was rare to see so many humans walking down the street. They were all heading in the same direction, the gloomy castle of King Sukuna. A striking architectural structure of charcoal color and huge windows with blood-red roses. It was so large that despite being surrounded by towering walls, you could still admire the rest of the castle and its imposing watchtowers. Your astonished gaze kept going up to admire the terrible place. Your eyes could not continue because the top of its towers were hidden among the gray clouds and the vultures flying overhead. 

Unfortunately, they had not arrived at the market but at the gigantic wooden bridge that led into the castle. Several curses in fine armor paraded around the perimeter as you watched two of them lead a lady into the castle. Your breath hitched as you realized what day it was. Today was harvest day. Once a year, King Sukuna asks those who want to work for him to report to the castle and in return their families would be rewarded financially, but everyone knows it's a trap. No one knows exactly what goes on inside the castle, but a tyrant who mistreats his people does not usually offer “work.” All the people know that once you enter his castle, you don't get out. Even though it is known that entering his castle was like entering a torture machine of your own free will. People in need of money or resources send older relatives or children they can't support to get rid of them. 

You dropped the basket in shock at why your mother had only woken you up so early and was so quiet. She was about to sell you. As soon as the basket creaked against the floor, you ran away to avoid your painful fate as the daughter who was betrayed by her mother. You didn't manage to run that far, because two curses pinned you to the ground. You screamed, kicked and twisted your body in failed attempts to escape. Your eyes filled with tears as soon as the curses lifted you off the ground to drag you back to the castle. It was the end, you knew that for a fact. 

“We must part ways, my adorable daughter,” your mother said goodbye without looking you in the eye. 

“Are you really going to sell me to the tyrant? You know what happens to those who enter!” You yelled while tears fell desperately down your cheeks. 

“Don't be like that, you know we need money. The king may be a tyrant, but sometimes he is generous,” she said as he showed you the sack of gold coins the curses give her for you. 

100 gold coins. That was all you were worth. All your years of life equaled a year's worth of food. Not even luxuries, expensive furniture or beautiful clothes. Your mother had traded you to eat one more year without worry. You hang your head in defeat. She was treating you as if you were a nuisance. One more pitiful mouth to feed. 

“I can work at the market, at sea, in mining, in anything!” You protested. 

“How are you going to work there? I educated you as a young lady so you could marry a rich man, and you failed me,” she emphasized, spitting in your face the disappointment she felt. 

Your chest ached, snot was building up in your nose and your eyes were beginning to redden from the hot tears coming from your sad heart. Your head was starting to hurt, you couldn't believe this was happening to you. You were always a good daughter. You were the perfect daughter, polite and compliant. What have you done wrong? The frustration of not being able to do anything was eating you alive.  

“Think of your sisters. With this money, they will be able to buy new dresses to impress rich men. Next week there is going to be a ball, they say King Gojo will be there,” your mother said excitedly. 

“Say goodbye to your mother, we must get you to the castle.” A curse ordered you with a harsh voice. 

“I don't have a mother anymore,” you mumbled between sobs. 

“My sweet daughter, don't be like that…” your mother called you with disappointment. 

“And you no longer have a daughter,” your mother gasped, surprised at the minimum act of rebellion. 

From the time you were a little girl, your parents knew you would be a good girl. You always did everything orderly, knew what to say to stay out of trouble and educated your sisters when they were wrong. You were the perfect daughter in their eyes. The only thing you weren't good at was talking to men. At dances none of them would come up to you and none of them would catch your eye. While the sister next in age to you, Yorozu, danced with almost everyone, you always stood on the sidelines as you watched the night unfold. Your mother always scolded you on the way home for not being good enough to get a husband, but that never mattered to you. You knew inside that someday you would marry a good man who could see your true potential. 

Curses threw you into the parade ground and closed the gate behind you. You felt worse than dirt itself, you wanted to lie on the ground where you belonged. You wished the earth would swallow you up and disappear at that instant, anyway, you had nothing left to fight for. You didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. 

A loud sobbing sound reached your ears, causing you to look up. A little blond boy was crying his eyes out as he desperately searched for his mother. You were in the same situation as him, only you didn't have a little teddy bear to cheer you up. In a place full of old people, no one wanted to pay attention to you. No one had enough energy to soothe the crying of a frightened child. 

You stood up and dusted off your dress. Quietly, you approached the child with a red face from crying. He was dressed in a torn white shirt and dirty overalls. He couldn't have been more than 10 years old. You got down on your knees to stand by his height and wiped away his tears with your thumbs before shaking off his clothes.

“I want my mommy,” the boy shouted as he sniffled. A lump rose in your throat. You wanted the one you used to have too. 

“She'll be back. You just have to be a good boy, alright?” You asked with a weak smile. The boy nodded as he rubbed his watery eyes. “Whatever you do, just behave well and she will come back.”

 “Do you promise me?” he asked you between sobs, raising his little pinky towards you. 

“Of course,” you answered, intertwining his little finger with yours. 

An old woman approached you both. A granny with a cotton head, raisin skin and a sketchy smile, handed him a piece of candy she had in the pocket of her once-white apron. The boy gladly accepted it, forgetting for a second why he was crying in the first place. Children were always easy to please. 

“Poor little boy. He hasn't even started his life, and he's already this lucky,” the old woman whispered to you as you watched him eat the candy and play with his teddy bear perched on the grass. You could only nod in sorrow.

After an hour of waiting and watching the curses hurl more sold humans onto the parade ground. The doors of the gigantic castle opened. A white-haired person with a red stripe and splendid white robes made an appearance along with a scroll under their arm. You stepped in front of the boy to hide him behind you. 

“Welcome to this year's harvest. Thanks to your relatives or communities, you have been chosen as the most useless beings of this year. So the great king Sukuna has decided to give you the opportunity to work for him as servants,” The person began to read the scroll aloud in front of everyone. 

A collective sigh was heard when he read the word “useless”. Most of them, being elderly, already knew that they were only a burden to their families. Therefore, there was no need to stress it further. It was like squeezing lemon on an open wound. 

“As every year, we give those who are completely useless a chance to leave. King Sukuna needs real servants and not stupid dogs.” Along with that announcement, the castle gates opened.

There it was, the door that would lead them to freedom right under their noses. Hearing that, most of them ran towards their escape route, desperate to return home to their loved ones. You took the child in your arms and were about to run away until the thought that the offer was too good to be true settled in your mind. “Those who go in, never come back” you thought. 

“Come on, dear, let's go,” the kind old woman asked you while she pulled you by the arm to escape quickly. 

“If they do this every year, why doesn't anyone come back home?” You asked her. “It's a trap, I can feel it.” The old woman looked at you puzzled at first, but understood your point after processing it for a couple of seconds. She was so blinded by the brilliant exit that she hadn't boasted about it. 

Once the first to escape was about to reach the door, the grille slammed shut. The evil laughter of hundreds of curses echoed through the place like a war chant. In less than a second, a gigantic flock of armored curses began to eat all those who were about to flee. A massacre, desperate screams and blood spraying everywhere. You had never seen anything like it in your life. You knew the curses were evil and ate humans, but you never thought it would be such a disastrous sight. You covered the child’s eyes. The lady covered her face as she realized the hell they had been sent to. 

“Traitor dogs do not deserve to live,” the white-haired person said as soon as no human who had tried to escape was left alive. 

“You were right…” the old woman whispered next to you between silent sobs. 

You looked back at the front of the castle while your eyes were still drowning in tears. The person who was summoning you was glaring at you, as if offended by your mere presence. You looked around, less than half had stayed. The other elders were crying, vomiting and some lucky ones hadn't even turned around to see what was happening. Your arms were shaking from the cold of the morning and the terror that consumed you whole. You squeezed the child against your body to protect it. A little creature was not to blame for being in a place like that. You had to protect him, it was the only way he would have a chance to survive. 

“I congratulate you for surviving the first round. My name is Uraume, and I am the right hand of your king, Sukuna Ryomen,” they introduced themselves in a loud, monotone voice so that we could all hear them. “Next you will introduce yourselves to the king. He will have the final word as to your fate,” they explained before returning to the castle. 

After finishing their feast, the other curses rounded up the survivors to form a line in front of the castle gates. They were sheep being led by shepherds who were also wolves. No one said a word, they only obeyed by bodily proximity to where they were supposed to be. You did not let go of the child at any time, you had already proclaimed yourself as his guardian. Maybe it wasn't the best idea in hell, but you knew it was the right thing to do. You were willing to protect him as if he were one of your little sisters. 

Your beloved little sisters. You hid your face in the little boy's hair so no one would see you cry. Once you entered the castle, you would never leave, either by slavery or death. You would never see your lovely sisters again. You would never see them play, comb each other's hair or sing happily after dinner. You cursed the time when you had grown up and were not woman enough not to marry someone. In your mother's eyes you were a disappointment and were to be discarded. You only prayed internally that your sisters would not have the same fate. Yorozu was only a year younger than you. If she did not marry soon, she too would be sold. 

The survivors passed 5 at a time into the castle. The walls were so thick that they could not hear what was happening on the other side. There were 5 more people left, and it was your turn to pass next to the old woman, who was repeating the same silent prayer several times. The curse at the front of the line signaled the 5 people to pass, making everyone move in sync. 

“The child must enter,” the curse ordered you. 

“But they already let 5 in. It's his turn to go in when I go in,” you defended, holding the little boy tightly. 

The curse smiled maliciously before snatching the child from your hands. The difference in strength was crazy. You managed to grab the child by his white shirt to prevent him from being stolen. The child began to cry out loud because the curse had hooked its claws into his back. The curse pulled harder on the boy, leaving you with only the torn piece of cloth in your hand. As you tried to reach him again, the curse kicked you in the stomach so that you fell to the ground. Your body fell, and your eyes could only watch as the boy was mercilessly thrown along with the others. 

“Just do what they ask you to do!” You shouted at the boy between sobs before another curse kicked you in the face to shut you up. 

The last thing you could see was his face full of tears and snot as you bled from your nose incessantly. The castle doors slammed shut as the curses taunted you. You didn't care what they had to say, you just wanted the child to be okay. The woman you had befriended helped you up as your chest closed, and your eyes hurt from crying. You couldn’t do it anymore. 

After about 10 minutes, the doors opened again. The curse kicked you in the back to get you inside. The old woman and three other old men followed close behind. A servant with a grim face welcomed you and led you into the king's hall. A room filled with luxuries along the walls, costly works, candles bathed in gold foil and glowing obsidian candelabras. It was a pity that the beautiful room was bathed in the dark blood of your kind. The walls were splattered, some candles had been extinguished because of it, and there were several dismembered bodies all over the room. 

Despite being surrounded by light sources, the deepest part of the room was in complete darkness. Where you assumed the throne was supposed to be, there were many curtains that kept the king in the shadows. The only thing you could see was one of his giant feet being struck by the light of a nearby candle. 

The servant asked them to stand in a side row so that the king could get a good view of them all. Once they obeyed, the servant retreated at a brisk pace. Everyone was silent. You could only hear their breaths being disturbed by the situation they were in. Your eyes traveled around the room. The bodies of the discarded individuals were cut into hundreds of cubes, making your blood run cold. It was an extremely perfect job, almost impossible to do. Had the king done that or was someone else in the room with them? You didn't want to see, but it was like a morbid exhibition of what an abominable being could do.

Your eyes roamed around the room in curiosity and terror, until they saw a teddy bear soaked in blood. The teddy bear of the child you swore you would protect. The child's head had been cut off, his eyes had popped out of his skull and were held in place by its corneas, and the rest of his body was completely mutilated into perfect rectangles of flesh. You closed your eyes and clenched your skirt to keep from screaming in despair. The frustration and disappointment in you could not be compared to anything else. You could do nothing to save him. You were pathetic. 

“5… 4…” The king started the countdown. For what? You had no idea. 

You knew you wouldn't have the answer if you asked him because of his reputation as a foul tyrant. You didn't know much about the dastardly king who reigned over the land of your birth, the only thing you knew was that he hated humans more than anything else in the world. You looked around for answers as to what exactly the king wanted. Nothing about the decorations gave you answers, the only thing that kept catching your attention were the bodies. “If he has servants, why are the bodies still here?” you thought the servants would get rid of them before bringing in any more prospects. 

“3…” His deep voice echoed through the walls along with a devilish smile. 

Sukuna watched you comfortably from his large stone throne, hand carved by the best sculptors in the region. He was amused to see your eyes darting everywhere. “What a fool,” you thought disdainfully. Nothing in the room could help you know what to do. 

“2…” You could hear a small smile escape his lips as he approached 0. 

You analyzed the bodies before you and they all met the same characteristic. None of the heads were connected to the rest of the body. Their heads had been cut off before they were mutilated. If none of them had heads, it is because they must have been at the same height, that is, they were standing when their heads were cut off. Standing in front of a tyrant? Complete blasphemy. That was it. That must have been it. 

“¡1!” 

“Get down, ma'am!” you yelled before pulling the lady down to the floor with you so she could kneel. 

You knelt with your head on your hand as a pillow while the other still held the lady's arm. A thin slice rang through the room. It was so fast that you didn't hear a scream or even a whimper, you only heard the bodies of the others in the room fall to the floor under their own weight. The blood of the old man next to you began to trickle down to your fingers. You didn't dare look at the result of what had happened. You were just relieved that you were in one piece. 

“Finally… Someone with manners,” the king uttered with disdain. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it wouldn't go away. “The one in the middle, come closer,” he commanded. You were dead, you sensed it. 

You struggled to your feet and walked towards him without looking his way. You entered his little sacred place in the middle of the dark, but you could see him clearly. His pink legs were gigantic. His thigh was thicker than your legs put together. That already gave you hints of the giant in front of you. Despite being dressed in a large white robe, he still showed enough skin to be considered vulgar. As soon as you approached, his hand took your head easily as if it were a ball, directing your gaze towards him. Your eyes widened at the eerie sight in front of you. A malevolent face split in half that watched you morbidly. His four eyes roamed your body shamelessly. His half-naked body tattooed with different lines astonished you at a closer look.  

“How old are you?” He asked you while he moved your joints with his four arms as if you were a doll he could play with. You answered obediently between stutters. “Tell me, did your husband sell you?” he answered with a mocking tone. 

“I am not married, my king,” Sukuna arched an eyebrow at that response. You decided to elaborate your answer to that reaction. “My mother sold me because I didn't marry.” 

“You are still old enough to get married,” Sukuna said, still not letting go to observe you better. 

He turned and moved you around like a globe to inspect you completely. It's been a long time since I've seen a girl of your age, to be always in the castle or conquering lands, she always sees young men but almost never women. For someone of the lowest possible class, you had your certain charm. Sukuna saw you as if you were a strange doll in an antique store, odd but striking in your own way. 

“We were starving, my king.”

“It shows,” he replied with a certain mocking tone. “You know… I'm not used to seeing girls like you around here. They always send me decrepit old men or children who didn't die in their mother's womb,” he explained, annoyed. 

Despite the terrifying distance and the fact that your heart was pounding a mile a minute, you were glad he wasn't hurting you. He grabbed you by the head as if he were examining a fruit to dictate whether he could eat it or not, but he didn't squeeze you as if he were squeezing you between his claws. 

“I keep the old people because they work the hardest for their daily meal and I kill all the children because I hate how loud they can be.” You quickly realized right there that you never had a chance to save the child. An unruly tear rolled down your cheek, taking a second to mourn the little boy in silence. “So tell me, what should I do with you, kill you outright or give you a chance?” he asked you with a sinister smile. 

“Dying before I live through hell doesn't sound so bad,” you thought pessimistically. What was the point of going on living? Your mother had sold you, and you trusted that your sisters would marry before you, especially Yorozu, so you didn't have to worry about her. You no longer felt you had any value, but you were afraid of dying. That inexplicable, but useless fear left you frozen. Why did you want to keep breathing if you weren't going to live anyway? Your mind couldn't make up its mind. 

“I trust your decision, my king,” you replied in a sigh of surrender. 

Sukuna's smile disappeared, he did not expect that answer. I thought you would beg him for mercy for your life, but you had completely surrendered to him, leaving your fate in his hands. He smiled again, this time, satisfied. 

“Why?” he asked curiously. 

“Because you always have the last word.” 

“Interesting,” He answered before pulling you by the neck to bring you closer to his face. “You are someone special, aren't you?” Sukuna asked with eyes full of interest in you. He had found a gold nugget in a pile of shit. 

Your eyes slowly drifted to his. Have you heard correctly? Had he, an almighty king, called you special? You no longer knew if your heart was pounding from the flattery or being so close to the king. You were so close that you could decipher what he had for breakfast that morning, probably people. 

“Do you know how to cook and clean?” he asked quietly. You just nodded. “Well, you better not let me down,” he reluctantly let you go, making you stumble backwards. “Now get out of here with that old bitch so you get your uniforms,” he ordered with a harsh tone. 

“Thank you, my king. I will not disappoint you,” you thanked him with a weak smile as you bowed several times before retreating from his presence. 

Sukuna couldn't take his eyes off you. You ran to the shocked lady to help her out of the bloody room. She laid her head on her fist as she followed your anatomy. There was something about you that caught her attention. You were submissive, but you were not stupid. You were perceptive, but not rebellious. He liked what you had offered him so far, he just needed to do a little more observing. 

“Thank you very much, thank you, child, you saved my life!” The old woman cried once they left the room into a candle lit hallway. A small smile crept onto your face. You may not have saved the child, but you saved your new friend. “I am forever in debt with you.” 

“No need, ma'am,” you said so as not to make her feel guilty. 

“Mrs. Inoue,” she introduced herself in tears as she bowed politely, you did the same as you let her know your name. 

They both walked until they reached the end of the hallway where the few survivors were. An uncomfortable silence ruled the place. Mrs. Inoue and yourself sat down on a small bench to wait for instructions. Uraume and a group of servants carrying piles of clothes arrived not long after. Sukuna's right hand looked at everyone with disdain as the servants handed out the uniforms to the new servants who would be under her command. “So she survived…” they thought interested of you as you changed out of the old brown dress into the new uniform. 

You lifted the wet apron against the sunlight to check it for any unwanted stains. Your first anniversary as Sukuna's servant was a month away. You couldn't believe that you were about to complete one lap around the sun since you survived the harvest and received your maid's uniform. A long black dress with a contrasting white apron with black boots and a scarf in your hair to keep your hair off your forehead. You returned the apron to the sink to continue washing it by hand with soap and water. A small smile crept in as you realized you had survived the worst, you just hoped you had the same luck for the rest of your life. Now, you could rest for a very deserving week. 

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cw cannibalism

No because the idea of Simon loving you so much he’d be willing to feel your flesh in his mouth :( ties in greatly with his history as a butcher. His love is all-consuming, overwhelming. This carnal desire for you to take something so inherent to you to give to him. He hasn’t known gentleness or kindness. When you two consume each other it’s the only way for him to truly express his love. Always have a piece of you in him. For him to feed off of the sustenance that only another human can provide. It’s pure intimacy, what could be more vulnerable than letting someone become a part of you?

my goddd anon this is perfect like you get me!!! also it's funny bc i'm listening to the first taste by fiona apple and like. yeah. i think it fits here kinda

cw: graphic depictions of cannibalism, body horror, and death

i like the idea of simon trying to fight it at first, assuming it's just his brain juggling around a few intrusive thoughts in an attempt to taint the only reason he's even alive still, only to slowly give in because he loves you so deeply it aches.

his heart shouldn't flutter at the image of snapping you between his jaw and tearing you apart, huffing and snarling until blood is spilling into his mouth and pieces of flesh stick in his teeth. he shouldn't swoon at the thought of swallowing you down, of treasuring a part of you in his rotten body so that you're with him always.

he doesn't know how to muzzle his hunger because all he knows is to take, to bite with the intention of breaking skin until his prey eventually becomes pliant, if it isn't already dead. but when it comes to you, it's how he shows his unconditional love and devotion, and you know this.

he wonders if you'd let him eat your heart next, just so he can understand what perfection tastes like. he wants to feel your innards flow down and settle in his belly, warming his body from the inside. he almost mourns the fact that he can't just take a piece of your heart and shove it next to his own, just so that you're connected even when he's halfway around the world.

it's what he loves so much about you: the fact that you're not easy to break, that you also have teeth—sharp, pearly whites that like to beam gleefully at him—and he wonders if you've ever thought about consuming him too. if you've gotten the urge to replace all of the ugly scars on his body with your bite marks, or if you've wanted to just completely rip them off his skin and greedily gnaw away. the one on his ribs would be a good start, and he can imagine you prodding around his insides after feasting on him, maybe blessing his poor little heart with a few kisses.

he says a quiet prayer in his mind when he sits you down one evening, hoping to whatever is out there that you won't take off running as he unboxes all of his inner turmoil. he doesn't see the way you lean in closer, too busy minding a spot on the carpet, but it does catch him off guard when you cut him off mid-ramble about how lovely he thinks your blood would taste on his tongue with a kiss. the feel of your soft lips against his while he was talking about something so horrific should have been enough to snap him out of his sick fantasies, but the way you kiss him so deeply, as if you're impatient for him to taste you, too, has his stomach twisting in all the right ways. he can't wait to feel close to you, to truly be one with his girl.

his very own bread and wine.

alternatively, the first and last time simon gets to taste you is when you're dying, very bones-and-all-esque. you're lying on the ground, a bullet lodged in your chest as he tries his very best to keep you alive, only to realise with choked-up desperation that you're not going to make it. he doesn't even question it when you shakily reach up to tug his mask off, nor does he pull away when you weakly guide his head down. you mumble a faint eat me, baby, and he does. gorging himself on your body because even in death, you give, and he takes.

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🩸⛏ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ BLOOD.Bath࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: HORROR.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Unwanted advances. Obsessive & Possessive thoughts. Imprisonment mention. Vaguely mention of cannibalism. Hint of stalking. Violence. OCC. Not proof-read

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : oozgin

Everything was a mess, and it had been for a long time. The underground had never been a paradise, but it wasn’t always like this. The slow collapse into chaos had started with that human child—a little terror with a face too innocent for the damage they caused.

They’d kill, reset, and kill again. Each time, it felt worse. Worse for everyone. Monsters were beginning to lose what little hope they had left, and each reset took a piece of their minds along with it, even if they weren't fully sentient about it.

The final straw would be the permanent death of their king; Asgore, has been-long dusted. Undyne took over, fighting tooth and nail to keep things together but things went to hell even faster after that. Hunger gnawed at everyone’s sanity. Resources dwindled. Monsters were starving to the point of breaking down. And the people he deem were his friends, people he’d bonded with, had turned their backs on him, trying to rip the magic right out of his skull to fuel the Core. They figured that if they could power it again, things might go back to normal.

But it didn’t work.

And he snapped—and, OH, does he snap really, really hard. Sans obligated the source of the Core with his own hands, crushing any hope of fixing things. He nearly killed them. Alphys? Well, She was left with what could hardly be called a mind anymore, no longer the brilliant scientist she once was. He didn’t even feel bad about it. He should’ve, but there wasn’t much feeling left in him these days.

The underground became a twisted, hellish pit. Monsters clawed at each other for scraps. Most of them had gone mad with hunger, madness creeping into their bones like an old, painful infection. Sans was no different. He felt it too. It was always there, pushing at the edges of his mind, clawing, biting. He wanted to tear someting apart.

And then, out of nowhere, you appeared.

Another human, falling into their world, clueless, just like the ones before. But this time… this time was different. There was something about you that stopped him in his tracks when he first saw you stumbling out of Snowdin, disheveled but still intact. You looked like you didn’t belong there—and you didn’t, not in this cursed place—but you also looked perfect. And for reasons he couldn’t explain, it was like love at first sight.

Him? LOVE? It was ironic. He’d never had time for love, and especially not for humans. To him, humans were just sacks of meat waiting to be butchered. But you… you were different. Special. Oh, but unfortunately, you didn’t have the same power as them, no ability to reset when facing the death's door. You were fragile, small, and incredibly weak. A single slip, and you’d be gone for good.

He had to have you.

He’d done his usual schtick when he greeted you—whoopee cushion, a tired old trick he barely found funny anymore. But this time, when you reached to shake his hand, he didn’t immediately slice you in half like he normally would. He let you live. In fact, he stuck around to help you through your journey. Not because he particularly cared about your safety—okay, maybe he did—but because he wasn’t going to let anyone else get their hands on you. Especially not Undyne.

You were his.

And yeah, sure, he got it. You wanted to go home. Of course, you did. That was only natural. But you weren’t going anywhere. Not in this state. Did you really think you’d survive long enough to leave the Underground without him? The whole place was a hellhole now. Monsters would tear you apart the moment you stepped out of his sight. You had no power, no strength to fight back. He had saved your ass more times than you even realized.

So yeah, you're gonna stay. Like it or not.

You’d done the impossible. Somehow, through sheer will or dumb luck, you’d manage to make it all the way to the Queen’s chamber; Undyne. The door loomed in front of you, massive and foreboding. You weren’t sure what to expect when you stepped through, but you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Pushing open the door, your breath caught in your throat. The scene before you was… horrific.

Blood. Dust. Carnage

The once-great hall was a massacre. The remains of royal guards littered the floor, bones skewered through their bodies like grotesque decorations. And standing at the far end of the room was him. Sans.

Before you could move, before you could react, he summoned bones beneath you, trapping you in a makeshift prison. You stumbled, falling into the pool of blood as you tried to free yourself, but it was no use. He was already in front of you.

“heh, thought you’d make it this far, huh?” Sans’s voice was light, almost teasing, as if he wasn’t holding the head of a dead woman in his hand. “gotta say, kid, you really surprised me.” You tried to stand, but the bones kept you pinned in place. You were trapped. The scent of blood and death filled your lungs, and you wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

You couldn’t even process his words. Your heart was hammering in your chest, the weight of the situation crashing down on you like a tidal wave. The blood soaked through your clothes, and you felt the cold, sticky liquid seep into your skin as Sans’s magic tightened around you. There was no escape. For fucks sake.

Sans crouched in front of you, dropping Undyne’s head beside him with a sickening thud. He grinned, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “it’s better this way, ya know? bein’ here, with me. this place… it’s a mess, sure, but i can keep ya safe. no one’s gonna hurt ya. not while i’m around.”

“well?” he asked, his voice still disturbingly light. “what’s it gonna be, kid? We don't have all day on this place. And plus, yer' all soaked up on blood, surely you must want a nice bath"

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[kelppsstuff]

Let’s make a deal

Okay so I had this idea that Alastor sold his sold to Y/N when he was alive and that’s the “deal” he trapped in.

Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of death and cannibalism

Taglist: @fandomsbookclub @leathesimp @sashaphantomhive @ladyninggs @strangerthings36 @carylinflors @michelleszn @sirenetheblogger

Summary: Alastor made a deal with a demon and when he couldn’t fill his end of the bargain his soul was all he had to give.

Human Alastor x Demon F!Reader

—

Y/N was never one to interested in the mortal plane. Once she died she didn’t care to go back. She had the power too sure. She was one of the highest ranking demons in hell. But there was one human she started to grow an interest in.

A soul came to her begging for her to kill his son. Claimed that the son was a bastard, and that he killed him. Said he didn’t deserve to die. Obviously he did considering he was in hell.

“And just what is your sons name?” You were bored, and thought why not give him hope you would act on his request in his favor. “Al-Alastor. Alastor Hartfelt.” What an interesting name. “Noted, now run along and go do whatever you do. We’ll discuss price later.”

—

You came to learn that this ‘Alastor’ was a host of a Radio broadcast. You had also come to learn he was a complete mamas boy. His father — the man who begged you to kill him — had killed his mother. In an act of revenge he killed him.

That’s not what interested you though. He didn’t get caught, he go away clean. So when he killed another deadbeat of a man and didn’t get caught you started to find interest in your dear radio host.

But what made him useful was he often busted a underground joint. One that a certain angel you knew visited.

—

Alastor walked into his house, it was late and his hands were covered in blood. Once he had them washed he walked into his living room.

He was about to turn on the overhead light but the lamp from his desk in the corner turned on. The lightbulb slightly.

A female figure sat on his desk. Looking through his papers. He was about to question you but you spoke first. “So who you kill this time?” His eyes widened, but only for a moment.

“The hell are you talking about? What are you doing in my house?”

You hummed and dropped the papers back on the desk — leaning back in the chair. “Your right, I suppose that is foolish of me to ask. Considering I already know the answer.”

Alastor swallowed, who the hell was this woman? What did she want. He took notice of the cigarette in your hand and made a side comment.

“It’s not last like to smoke in another’s home — let alone nice.”

You scoffed out a laugh. “Nice? No what isn’t nice his butchering people for you meals.”

So this woman knew about his nightly acts. Fuck. She could tell. Alastor wouldn’t kill her, he’d kill no girl.

You tossed the cigarette in the ask try and stood. While looking at a photo frame of his and his mom you spoke. “I’ve come to offer you a deal.” A woman? Making a deal?

“What is it you want.” Alastor wasn’t dumb, he knew to get something he needed to give something. As far as he knew he wanted nothing from you. “I want something indeed but right now you should be asking me what do you want.”

“What do I want.” You started to walk around the table. Away from the chair, and closer to Alastor. “Vengeance. You see I was quite impressed with the way you gruesomely killed dear daddy. And even though you did a good in the world getting rid of a man like that, that moment was the moment you lost your ticket to heaven. Heaven, where your dear mom lies.”

Heaven? This girl was crazy.

“You expect me to believe in heaven and hell?” Your eye twitched. “I forgot that humans want proof. Very well.” Your eyes glowed (F/C) and the all the lights started to flicker, windows and door’s flying open, and a strong wind blew throughout all the house, scattering all the papers. “Okay! Okay! Stop!” Alastor yelled out over the noise.

“Good. Now dear daddy went to hell. You’ll also be going to hell. I happen to have your father in my possession so when you get down there he’ll be all your to torture for all eternity. That and I offer my silence on your activity’s. Even though I’m a girl my voice can be quite leading.”

He’d be going to hell. You were from hell. His dad was in hell — where he deserved to be — and his mom. His mom was in heaven. His mom was in heaven cause she was dead. From the same man your offering to him on a silver platter.

“What is it you want?” You smiled at his cooperative attitude. “Everything this does come at a price, so here’s mine. There’s this angel. She visits the same club you do, quite often.” You snapped your fingers and a small vile laid in his hands. “Pour this in her drink and your end is done.” Alastor wasn’t stupid, this was poison. That’s not what he focused on, he focused on the fact it was a girl.

“Her?” You rolled your eyes at his concern. “Forgot about your code. Look she’s a real pain okay? I need her gone.” Otherwise you’ll be gone. You picked up the photo frame before and walked to Alastor’s side. “Don’t you want to avenge dear mommy?” He grabbed the photo, silent.

“What did she do to you?” He looked back to you. You pointed to yourself. “My business.” You pointed to him. “Yours is how far are you willing to go for your mother?”

“What does she look like?”

“Now we’re talking.” (F/C) smoke surrounded your hand for a second only to reveal a paper. A long, long scroll. “Sign here.” Alastor picked up the scroll from your hands and placed it on the table signing it.

Alastor Hartfelt.

—

Alastor hummed a quite tune while he waited for the angel to make her way to her usual seat at the bar.

Y/N had said she would be there very shortly. All he had to do was charm her then spike her drink. Which shouldn’t be too hard, Alastor thought as he saw the blonde take a seat next to him. Ordering a gin martini.

“Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you.” He shook his hand out for the lady, only to kiss the back of her hand when she stuck hers out as well. “Belle.”

“My what a lovely name.”

The two talked all night. He realized how sweet and kind she was. He couldn’t kill her, so when he got home and didn’t see you there he thought you thought he’d done the deed.

He never would think you’d find out. A foolish mistake on his part.

—

“So you host the Radio broadcast?” Belle asked. She had recognized Alastor’s voice, but she didn’t think he’d be from there. “Why yes I am. Quite a passion of mine really I must say.”

Belle laughed, and Alastor thought on how sweet and good hearted she was. It was no wonder she’s an angel.

Over the course of two months Belle never told Alastor she was an angel, and Alastor never told her he was a killer.

Also over the course of two months he hadn’t seen Y/N. That streak had run out today. There you sat, in his office at his broadcast tower. In front of a chest board. “Play with me.” You commanded, he obeyed. He took a seat across from you and moved his pawn.

“I have to ask, how did Belle look before she died. Cry out for help?” You moved your pawn next.

“She was to busy choking.” He moved another piece.

“Really?” Your move.

“Really.” His move.

Over the course of twenty minutes you two played the game in silence. Though towards the end you spoke up again.

“I find her chocking hard to believe.”

Alastor swallowed as he made his next move. “Why?”

“Well with you dancing with her today made me think otherwise.” You placed the final move. “Checkmate.”

Alastor felt panic spreading from within his body. “She didn’t deserve to die.” He hurried the words and he stood quickly as he spoke.

“Didn’t she?” You spoke slow. Standing up and turning to the window. You could feel the rage that you’ve been holding for a thousand years boiling. “You have no idea the kind of her person she really is.”

“Right and I’m supposed to trust the Demon from hell instead of listening to the kind actions of an angel.”

You breathed in and out. Trying to get control over your emotions. Over your fury. “You had one job.”

“I would have offered you everything. All the riches you could imagine. A broadcast tower tht over looked thousands. Vengeance for your mother.”

”I wanted her dead, and so now I should have your soul.”

Alastor shook his head. “But you haven’t even given me my father. We can just call the deal off.”

You took a long sip of the whiskey you had poured your self — back still turned to him. “The deal can only be called off if both sides of the deal isn’t up held. I’ve kept my silence about your killings.”

Alastor scoffed. “That wasn’t even the main point of our deal. My father was. As far as I’m concerned I still don’t have him!”

“Because he’s in hell! Do you wish do die so early?!” You could feel the little control you had snapping. “When you die trust me I plan to give you to him. But as I stated before you can’t get something for nothing.”

“I won’t kill her.”

You laughed and the contract appears in front of Alastor’s face. “We’re done talking about assassinations. We’re dealing with souls now.”

Alastor looked to the fine print which was now bold. If failure to kill then a soul shall take her place. Your soul.

Alastor didn’t know what selling your soul really meant but he knew it couldn’t be good.

A chain wrapped around his neck and you pulled him to you, you meeting him half way.

You grabbed his jaw and kissed him harshly.

“Your now mine, my pet.”

—

Hiiii so I don’t have any the request done yet, but I may have one out today! But I am working on them, this is just a emergency work I had in case I didn’t have any work ready for upload day.

I also plan to kinda make this a series, would that interest any of you?

Part one | Part two

[perfectfangirl]

notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep4

• cooper and lucy wandering the desert and mans starts coughin', somethin' settin' in • whoa i just realized you could hear roger roaring from outside • roger was at a clinic, probably trying to find something to help him ☹️ • i wrote a whole entire post on this scene but anyways can i say we see full blown uncooked cannibalism hardly ten minutes into episode four like is everyone ok • the fact this scene is presented with a lot of tension, like a horror film and truly it's just a guy named roger fighting to stay not feral • i wonder how cooper met him? ghouls tend to know each other after a while [on account of the discrimination], i'm sure he was checking with this man every now and then tbh. perhaps. a friend. • cooper asks roger how he's feeling and he says "you know... it's hard out here. dang smoothies can be so unkind" and i just 😞 • "i see you got a smoothie of your own" ding ding ding ghoulcy this one's for you • you know what's particularly sad about ghoulification is for example that roger has had to isolate himself from others, even ghouls, because he was turning • roger asking for a vial and cooper looking at lucy [cooper, you botched the using lucy for bait, come on] • firmly in the camp that if cooper had vials left, he would give one to roger. cooper has shown himself to be crude and cruel seeming at times but i just know he went there with purpose • roger accepting he's turning and telling cooper and lucy to leave as a warning, roger seemed so nice, why and how did he get like this

• "i did ok" 😞 • going from standard human to turning into a feral ghoul in less than twenty eight years in the fallout universe is insane and idk if there's a lot of lore on why someone could end up like this and someone like cooper not • the difference in cooper's and roger's symptoms are pretty stark--- not entirely sold on him coughing and passing out is from ferality and more inclined to think chem withdrawals but i digress • "say, you remember how good food use to taste?" post war life is so bad, nobody in the wasteland remembers when food use to food 😭

• because roger is really nice and having a conversation, roger turns, speaking to lucy. cooper using this as an opportunity to kill roger seems so sudden and a betrayal until • look at cooper's eyes and his reaction after pulling the trigger--- not exactly the expression of someone who is in it "for the love of the game", in fact, i have come to view this act as a mercy kill • which is ironic of course because as we've all come to see, lucy does the exact thing for her own mother four episodes later • once feral, ghouls roam the wasteland operating on two instincts alone: hunger and defense. they are a threat to all those around them and i don't recall much on reversal. that's no life. roger would've turned feral and harmed them or others, it is sad • cooper mercy killing roger was in some ways compassionate, he had a sweet conversation with roger giving his last thoughts something warm and nice. cooper then going on to butcher and consume his flesh was an uh choice 💀

• and lucy immediately confused was like "wait?, why'd you do that? he was sick." i don't know if she entirely understands ghoulification, seems she thought maybe he could be helped • lucy is basically confused, begging cooper to not like, eat this guy 😭 • i'm gonna have to agree that he didn't have to eat roger, radroaches is everywhere and for free, still pondering if he did this to fuck with her or because some reason i am missing • cooper asking lucy what her name was [hold on, why he care about that?" and lucy so nearly coming this close to finding out what hank did and who cooper is [since she didn't ask his name] • "sometimes a fella's got to eat a fella" is my all time favourite quote in season one of this show lmao • cooper be funny as fuck for no reason like this man's brain is cooked • i would personally like to ask walton whose idea it was to go "mmm. mmm." while eating irradiated human flesh like that, like why is the pre war actor cooper howard like this • lucy is incomprehensibly disgusted but then goes on a thing [a vulnerable thing] about vault 32 starving [in the great plague of '77] and that she lost her mother during this time and that her father never resorted to cannibalism. there's some time and memory discrepancies here • "well there's what people say they did and what they really did" i wanted cooper to be wrong so bad here when he went on to clown hank by saying "i'll bet your daddy was first in line at the cookout. i bet he had a bib with a drawing of his neighbour's ass on it" • lmao they gave all the best lines to cooper, i'm sick, he was right • lucy, having had enough and not finding cooper's humour being used as a way to cope like this asks this disturbed little man • "how do you live like this? why keep going?" and for the briefest moment, and i do mean brief, cooper feels the crushing weight of who he is when lucy confronts him like this • of course he shakes off a moral inquiry and transfers it to another as he asks "why the fuck am i doing all the work?... ass jerky don't make itself." and forces lucy to do it instead • twice now this man has talked about ass in less than ten minutes and for everyone's sake i'll move along 💀

• woody basically trying to interrogate the raider prisoners and getting nothing, meanwhile--- i think they already starting to be poisoned • ooo ok but betty telling norm he's the last standing maclean in the vault so his words carry and people listen. it occurred to me maybe he inadvertently inspired the poisonings of the raiders but it's also occurring to me that because they couldn't just all be shot outright, being poisoned was the best follow through method, nobody notices until it's already too late. now who is sneaky enough for that? • "when clever boys like you are angry, you're lucky not to have seen where that can lead." so... was betty present for shady sands? hmm • betty asking norm to tread lightly is very... not a threat, but she's watching him, right

• ok! we have that second water scene. it's confirmed here cooper is fetching water from an irradiated source [hence why denying lucy any makes sense] he puts it in his canteen and drinks it just fine. lucy is obviously mindlessly thirsty because she defeatedly drops down to drink the murky, stagnant irradiated water. it's so irradiated, her pip boy is going crazy, she literally gags in the scene • "now you're getting it. how does this golden rule jibe with what's going through your head now?" well i mean we knew cooper been fucking with her the whole time and showing her the wasteland streets but it is also unlikely she would have found a clean water source where they are, i guess her getting radiation sickness may have been inevitable but cooper denying her water kept her from being sick • after another insane string of sentences from this centuries old movie star, lucy finally asks "what are you?" and it's more like "what the fuck is wrong with you?" • "oh i'm you, sweetie, you just give it a little time" is majorly menacing after everybody just drank stagnant rad water like it's koolaid • cooper felt so smug then was zapped with karma again because he has a coughing fit directly after telling lucy this lmao • walton has such a good old man cough ❤️ • lucy takes cooper coughing up a lung as an opportunity to run [where i don't know but] • cooper uses his lasso skills he used to use at kid's parties to pull lucy back and then says some shit like "where you think you going? you ain't going nowhere."

• so we have arrived at the infamous and intriguing finger biting off scene--- can i just say she bit his finger off with such ease and then! cooper doesn't even act like it hurt, he seems... pleased he got that kind of reaction out of lucy. he's like into it 💀 • "there you are, you little killer" i'll keep this pg13 and say cooper really wanted to get a rise out of lucy, to bring the dog out of her, huh • he... then proceeds to cut her [corresponding hand's] finger off. ironically applying the "do unto others as you would have done unto you" tit for tat, if you will • i was surprised he did this because like ok, she spat it out? pick it up and reattach it, fella 😭 but there's more under the surface here because • cooper says "now that right there is the closest thing we've had to an honest exchange so far." and he's being framed in a close up so close, you can see his dainty eyelashes, sun shining in the background, his hazel eyes sparkling--- this is not on accident ☝️ gdgkdkfd • there's a lot of symbolism to be had but for now, i'll save that for next episode notes when cooper does the thing • ah chet! and steph. i kinda am of the idea she strategically got with him but anyways! who wouldn't! chet hot as fuck! and steph look like an assassin • bert's shoes so small gldgldfl • steph is definitely angry and sad dealing with bert's death in her own special way [trying to fuck chet] • excuse me but why they turned an almost sex scene into a birthing scene 😭💀 • lucy been walking the wasteland without a shoe, how she do it 😭 • i did not pick up on cooper bartering lucy for two months' worth of vials [thanks subtitles] • "mint condition" [looks at a bloody stump on hand] "near mint condition" now who fault is this?? lmao • "you got problems out here too, sweetheart" like, shut up 😭 • cooper every time he interacts with a mr. handy is one of the only few places he gets to hear a voice of this old friend • "best you try your luck behind that door" well at least he untied her • this is like the third time he's gotten instant karma with lucy because either he pretended to keep it together until she went in or genuinely didn't know he was going to pass out but • went through the five stages of grief trying to figure who he sold her to because i deadass was thinking the same thing lucy was 😭 • lucy being given the finger of like, a corpse or something because it's grey 😭 forever changed by the wasteland, always carrying a little bleakness and death with her ❤️ • lucy never experiencing real cotton [or maybe only rarely] • lucy calling cooper a creature 😭 • "he put a leash around my neck and made me drink from puddle water that i'm pretty sure was some kind of animal pee" sending 😭 she talking to this evil mr. handy like it's a person • her recounting her captivity with cooper like he was simply being mean to her is just • "and i thought i was here to be a sex slave." "what?! no! what a disgusting idea. i'm simply going to harvest your organs." damn, fallout which one is worse, like fuck---

• hope the jello cake veronica got wasn't poisoned... • "what are you looking at?" "a murderer in a cage, paying the price for what you did to us. for what you did to the innocent people in vault 32" and norm gets circumstantial evidence from a raider by accidentally cross examining one of them with it being more than anything woody could coax out of them • one thing about the macleans, they smart • i also think it's excellent writing that intrigue was spurred like this by a raider saying vault 32 wasn't innocent because they were running an experiment like all the vaults did, everything isn't so black and white • norm reads every situation correctly because why he read chet by saying chet came along to investigate because norm reminds him of lucy fkdgkdkg • still piecing together the full extent of vaults 31, 32, 33 together but at first i couldn't understand why it looked like so many took their own lives--- apparently them discovering what vault 31 was about started a rebellion but two years seemed so recent to me. curious how this overlaps with shady sands if it does • they showed the spooky ass rat utopia experiment still playing on the tvs in there but i wasn't sure if this was explicit about that being vault 32's experiment

• lucy being prompted to continue on because of a flashback from her mom upon awakening 🥲 • "lucy sweetie what are you doing out here?" and those were her memories on the surface [nevermind cooper calling her [[condescendingly]] "sweetheart"] • i did not realize the ghouls were being kept in the freezers but it looks like they either only sell ghouls or keep the ghouls "on ice" [not unlike how dom pedro would keep cooper and cut pieces off of him] and collect the organs of standard people right then and there • "sir, you can't do this. please, i need my organs" lucy, it's just a robot bulter, he's not a real guy 😭 • the way lucy got out of this pickle quick, almost got snip snipped but short circuited the murderbot • lucy putting her murdercap on and putting drano in the murderbot's syringes, clever girl • it was so "star wars" of her to treat mr. handy like a person and then the guys running the organ trafficking scheme going "you might as well be holding an air conditioner hostage" 😭 • the organ traffickers running the super duper mart ring are so dull and banal evil types, it's so satire

• i just registered those two organ trafficker guys got a camera and can see cooper laid out in front of the store • lucy freeing the ghouls 🥲and one even thanking her [even the feral ones 💀] • poor martha, i peep how we see lucy's grey finger and it being shown used to defend herself against martha in her feral state • organ traffickers got ate up bless • nothing lucy did besides shoot was going to honestly stop martha, sometimes your pacifist playthrough doesn't go as planned • the pip boys still being on and running on the not alive people in vault 32 • "death to management" and it's directly the reference to vault 31's experiment, right there

• lucy walking out of there with mismatched shoes but two shoes nonetheless ☝️ • i guess lucy sincerely did not comprehend cooper is a ghoul or ghoulification, i suppose most vault dwellers literally would never know, that's post war history, wow • lucy asking cooper about if the vials keep him from going feral and he cannot even speak, he can only nod, from a prone position, on the ground--- the power/framing trade off is excellent • lucy bends down, briefly rolls the gun in her hand, while cooper lies helpless, she delivers a fatal line • "i may end up looking like you. but i'll never be like you" harbouring not enough ill will against him despite mistreatment, she gives cooper several vials, directly near his hand. didn't have to do none of that shit! • if i was cooper, i'd be scared as hell of this lady, she took down an organ trafficking ring in a grocery store ran by two armed guys, a murderbot, with some feral ghoul hostages, all of the bad and dangerous people fucking died • she really could've ended cooper right then and there, his devotion in season two gone be unmatched lmao

• i truly think he had a hint of a smile on his face after she helped [save his life] by anyways • lucy walks into the proverbial sunset meanwhile this man shambles into super duper mart about to go on the biggest bender the wasteland has seen since the bombs dropped • cooper gets so fucked up, i lost count how many things he ingested, king said all of 'em • cooper is so goddamn famous, his film "the man from deadhorse" is just sitting next to a tv • you could say here is where cooper has a crisis of conscience whereupon he holds the tape in his hand but truly we know already he had that centuries ago when he filmed "the man from deadhorse"

• cooper watching the scene, the very moment in his life where things started to shift--- he tries to cock an invisible fun, being unable as he remembers his trigger finger is gone [neutral, disarmed, here's where i think he decides he wants to sew on lucy's finger to his hand] it's like he's starting over, a moral rebirth but with his trigger finger • they really made cooper say "you commie son of a bitch" in a western, just ugly propaganda • let's examine "feo, fuerte, y formal" again! "ugly, strong, dignity" does post war cooper have two out of three on that front? is this his step into regaining dignity again? • cooper was always playing characters, it was expected of him and he got paid for it. it feels like a wall is being torn down, something is being shed here. and maybe it's this character he's masquerading as • cooper and lucy both having revelations in the super duper mart--- lucy realising you can't always reason and logic out of a situation and cooper being confronted with the fact you can keep your morality and sense of self intact and a horrible place and situation doesn't have to change you

[lullydoesstuff]

- TOP DYSTOPIAN BOOKS -

Well, since I want to use this blog for personal stuff too and not just for requests or stuff concerning my MANY Demon Slayer AUs, here we are talking about some of my favourite books ever.

I love dystopian ones so these three will be very hard-core, I love the Hunger Games, I love Maze Runner, I love 1984 but these three just hit different.

Let's not lose time and let's begin!

3 - Tender is the Flesh (Augustina Bazterrica)

I decided to start with a book that has arrived in my country just this year, I didn't know about it before and I'm so glad I red it, even if it really disturbed me... do you know what the Promised Neverland is? Well, take it but make it Supersayan. And this is the less disturbing one here.

Plot: Marcos works in the meat industry, he always did but recently a virus started spreading, and animals couldn't be edible anymore so what does the government do? They start searching for vegan replacements? NO! They legalize cannibalism. Marcos has a troubled life, his father has gone mad since this "transition" from animal meat to human meat and his wife left him after they lost their son. He works in the meat industry but he swears to himself that he's not like the others, because he doesn't eat meat.

I know what you're thinking, "but this is a book to bring people close to veganism, it's the whole point"... no, congratulations, you didn't understand ANYTHING. This book is way more complex, this because it's about the line that divides humanization/objectification, and this will be a recurring theme in this post.

This book is full of gore (what did you expect?), graphic descriptions, violence, sexual violence so I don't know if I recommend this book to everyone, it's very short but be aware of this if you decide to read it. In any case, the plot is very interesting and it's very well written.

2 - The Handmaid's Tale (Margaret Atwood)

I'm sure many of you have seen the TV series, I've seen it too and it's one of the few cases I say that the series is better than the book, maybe because the series has a more modern setting and so I can actually be terrified by it.

Plot: the world has been almost destroyed by wars and this caused the birth to decrease to 0, and what happens in America? After a coup a new government is instituted... a totalitarian theocracy where religious confessions that aren't Christianity are banned, let's fucking go, this new country's name is Gilead. In this new world women have an only job: being literal baby machines given to rich families to have children.

This is so damn disturbing because, the insemination thing is wild, the man reads a Bible verse from Genesis, and then he just... does it. It's gross, go check for yourselves, human butchering was nothing compared to this.

We follow June, an Handmaid and we just see how things work in this new... amazing... world... I guess.

1 - Unwind (Neal Shusterman)

This deserves the first place, I've never stopped reading a book I loved because it disturbed me too much. I wanted to support the author, he's very good, so I bought all the other books from the Unwind distology... but I finished the first one and never red the second one, please tell me in the comments if it isn't as disturbing as the first one so I can give it a chance or not.

Plot: in the USA a second civil war is fought, but that's not a war where you shoot people from aontoher country to conquer it, or to oppose the government (well... kinda), it's about reproductive rights, many discussions, many things but in the end people decree that you can't abort in any case (*Lully already screaming and tearing off her hair*) BUT you can... well... Unwind your child if you don't want them anymore. But just when he's from 13 to 18.

What does unwind mean? Basically you give your unwanted child to some clinics that literally vivisection them (yes, the person is awake during the process BY LAW) and give thier organs to people that need transplants.

Now you can easily understand why this is the number 1 in this list, it's the destructive combo between "Tender is The Flash" and "the Handmaid's Tale".

We'll follow the story of Risa, Connor and Levi (and this last one oh my God, I wanted to punch his family so bad), escaping their fate of being unwind.

And yes, that scene comes, yes, you will see a vivisection, and yes... you will feel physically sick and need to throw up after, you'll probably have nightmares and life crisis. Also because... the unwind isn't exactly one of the "good guys".

Ah, dear pro-life people that care about a bunch of unborn cells and can't distinguish a human embryo from a dolphin embryo... Read this book, then change your mind about other people's body and take choices just for yours, because it seems we're going back and not aiming foward as we should.

[feli026]

Assigning every Graveborn a song or two (Part 1):

1) Igor

Necromancin Dancin is just full of undead chaos and evil whimsical energy, just like our tombstone jumping mosquito man :3c, while Vibrant Eyes can be seen as Igor struggling to repress the Graveborn energy during his early Graveborn life (failed to calm Cedartown residents' fear, accidentally scared his child friend by killing her bullies)

Typical Me by kroh can be a good replacement for Vibrant Eyes but I think Vibrant Eyes fits more (even though I don't listen to CG5 as much anymore aha... Anyways)

2) Viperian

Viperian gives off heavy Alastor vibes for me, he mass murder people with a permanent, sadistic smile, and also would act all nice to manipulate his victims (citation: the girl from Rat Infestation side quest). He is also the type of person who is so obsessed with human anatomy to the point he CRAVES to take a bite of it, therefore Butcher Vanity.

If it's not obvious enough I headcanon him as a cannibal. I don't know IT JUST MAKES SENSE IN MY HEAD

(Bonus song: I'm Sane by Axie. Literally this song is basically Viperian creating the Kraken /j)

3) Cecia

Cecia. A beautiful opera singer. An absolute queen that is egotistical, yet has a soft side of her that she doesn't show quite often. She often expresses her being above everyone else's, a noble to be respected (and maybe worship????) so yeah Pomegranate Lips comes to mind. Her design also reminds me of Alice Angel from Bendy, and since both of them are talented singers and are harsh and egotistical, I kinda see any Alice Angel songs as Ceciacore

4) Niru

Now Niru only has one song simply because THIS SONG PERFECTLY ENCAPSULATES HIS INSANE MIND and him slowly lost it when he touched the art of necromancy. "Now I must finish what I started" can be referred to him being executed when he got accused of failing his duty as a doctor. IT'S SO SO SO GOOD Y'ALL SHOULD LISTEN TO IT SHAYFER IS SO UNDERRATED

5) Thoran

Shoutout to an oomf of mine who recommended these two songs for me when I was dumping Thoran lore to them, Thoran building his Graveborn Empire and dealing with the devil Quaedam can be expressed by both these songs respectively

Andddd the list ends here for now! I'm sleepy and I have English as my last test tomorrow so I'm gonna eep++ find more songs to fit Ludovic and the others hehehehhe

[kaccvcate]

A great work of art should illicit an emotional response. Cannibal Holocaust (1980), one of the most infamous movies ever made, does exactly this, in spades. The creative leads were Italian, but the majority of the actors are Yanomami, the same ethnicity as most of the actors in Boorman's The Emerald Forest (1985.)

The beginning of the movie establishes that a group of young people researching cannibalism went missing after a expedition into the Amazon to contact previously isolated tribes. After a search, their bodies and footage are recovered, and this found footage makes up the majority of the film. It reveals that the young filmmakers were extremely prejudiced, and when they find the tribe they’re looking for, they terrify them with guns and violence, and burn their entire village. The jungle people rightfully murder the townies, and then just to be extra cool, they eat them, too.

Cannibalism is a controversial topic. In most human cultures, it’s extremely taboo; in some it’s abstracted and ritualized (such as in Catholicism); and to some chads still living out in the bush it’s highly sacred. I think European people are extremely oversensitive about culturally diverse funereal practices – for example, thanks to the colonial government occupying my country, I’ll be unable to keep my father’s bones after he dies, an ancient Choctaw tradition that we both would prefer to follow. To the Fore people of Papua New Guinea, the only respectful way of handling your loved one’s corpse is to eat their brains. Most cultures that practice cannibalism eat their enemies after defeating them in battle, which is similar to the culture of our cousins, the Chimpanzees. There’s also evidence of the practice by some early hominids in Europe. This leads me to think battlefield cannibalism was once universally practiced by our shared ancestors, and then dropped by certain cultures over time, so really you anti-cannibals are the freaks. Cannibalism is an especially controversial topic among some indigenous activists, because historically some North American tribes were accused of practicing it who never did, to justify European conquest (most of us always had a taboo similar to Europeans.) Personally, I think it would be better to rest in the warm belly of a friend, than to spend eternity in the cold, hard ground. Maybe if colonizers had to eat what they killed, they would kill less people. Human flesh makes good food for thought, at any rate.

Aside from the staged cannibalism, this movie contains footage of real war atrocities, and multiple real hunting scenes. They butcher and eat every animal killed on film. If the abstract thought of killing an animal to eat it is disgusting to you, I think you are probably extremely out of touch with reality. Colonial society separates people from food production so thoroughly that extremely normal things are frightening and strange to adults, as they ought only to be to young children. Even if you’re vegan, the fact of the matter is that without animal products our ancestors would not have survived, and animal products are indispensable to the future of sustainable living (if you think “vegan leather,” aka plastic, is better for the environment, you are a fucking moron, and don’t even get me started on the detrimental effects of synthetic fabrics, dyes, and scents, not to mention their byproducts.) “Wah wah, I don’t want want to look, dead animals are yucky.” Actually dead animals are beautiful and delicious, but have fun living in la-la fantasy land I guess. Non-human animals kill and eat each other all the time, even supposedly herbivorous deer and cows will eat meat when they have a chance. The idea that it's somehow immoral for humans to do so is anthropocentric elitism, which contributes to colonialism and environmental destruction. You will never survive the glorious people’s revolution.

Another reason this movie is so effective is the groundbreaking special effects, which are extremely convincing, especially given that they're placed alongside real animal violence. There's also several rape scenes - the one most commented on by mainstream reviewers is the one committed by a Yanomami man, but the European characters actually rape more women and break rules of consent in more varied contexts throughout the movie. During one of the only two times characters have sex and it isn't assault, it's filmed without the woman's consent, and the other time the Yanomami are forced to watch, so there's actually no consensual sex in the entire movie.

Most movies are about how the world is really a good place, and kindness wins out in the end. To me, the world has not always been so nice, and I’ve seen many real life examples where good people did not win, so horror movies are actually life-affirming in a very satisfying way. I’m not trying to say the tribe portrayed by the Yanomami are worse than the European characters (far from it) but what makes this a great horror movie is that there aren’t actually any “good” characters. We’re shown some pretty violent traditions the fictional tribe keeps, and I think some of the inhuman, barbaric practices of our “modern civilization” would be equally offensive to an isolated jungle nation, such as industrial pollution and prison slavery (not to mention the actions of the European characters in the movie.) Frankly, if you don’t like seeing racist white people get torn apart and eaten by some tribal-ass cannibal dudes, I think you probably just have bad taste.

[zerostyrant]

TW for semi graphic depictions of cannibalistic behaviors!!

Butcher Vanity - Vane Lily, Jamie Paige, ricedeity

Toki was abandoned and left to fend for himself at a very young age. He has no real memory of his parents, if he was genetically modified, or if he was bred for any purpose. All he remembers is the howling pit in his stomach.

He’s… always hungry. Nothing satisfies his stomach. He’s learned to deal with it as he grew older, even if it got more difficult once he was taken to ANAKT Garden. His current guardian found him hunched over a dead body, gnawing flesh off the bone of the poor human soul who didn’t stand a chance against a starving thirteen-year-old. The alien that found him was put off by the crude sight, to say the least, but it persisted and took the child away.

Toki went down with a fight. He bit, clawed, and scratched at the alien who took him from his meal, only to be drugged and subdued, eventually put in a collar. His guardian made sure to put his cannibalistic tendencies on his file, so that he can be closely monitored around his classmates.

His start at ANAKT Garden was rocky, and he was incredibly rebellious. He would constantly get into fights, leaving the other person with bloody bite marks and deep scratches. This led to him being muzzled 24/7 and treated more like a misbehaving pet than any of the other human-pets. This is around the time he realized that he won’t get what he wants if he doesn’t behave.

It was also around the time he befriended Innamorati, another student in his class. A boy with light blue hair and royal blue eyes. Toki found him pretty, to say the least, but he liked him more because of his blind kindness. If Inna knew what Toki did, or what he does, he clearly doesn’t care and sees past it.

Inna has drawn things for Toki. He keeps all the drawings Inna gives him and puts them all over the walls next to his bed. He’s not allowed to have a roommate, nor is any student allowed to be alone in Toki’s room with him, so there’s no one to complain about him hanging up Inna’s art. (Inna doesn’t know Toki does this btw)

Inna also taught Toki how to dance, which is where he found his love for it. He loves dancing, even more so with Inna.

Issues start to arise once again whenever he becomes aware of Macbeth’s presence. Whenever he becomes aware of… everyone’s presence. He sees other people playing and interacting with Inna and can’t help but feel anger towards these people. Inna should have his eyes on Toki.

But Toki behaves. He decides to go the route of studying people. He studies Inna the most, obviously, but he also studies the people he talks to. He learns what makes them tick, what’s special to them, and their mannerisms. He learns to smile and entertain people to get as much information as possible. It even helps him get on the good side of his guardian and earn his label as a good pet. Once he knows enough about another person, he turns everyone onto them. He frames, backstabs, blackmails, and gaslights. (gaslight gatekeep girlboss yk)

His first victim was Macbeth, and now no one likes Macbeth. He knew a lot of people already didn’t like them very much, but the things Toki did to make Inna hate them was enough to get everyone to hate them. Toki sees the poor thing sit and sulk in a corner, closed off and ignoring anyone and everything. He feels no pity.

All he feels is his love for Inna, and the still, slow growing, pit in his stomach. Maybe Inna can satiate his hunger.

But maybe not… Rabbits aren’t meant to be predators, so he’ll continue playing prey.

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Other fun things to note!!

Toki is toxic as hell with so many red flags... Inna is colorblind /j

Cannibal!! ...willingly

Obsessive and possessive personality

Severe lack of empathy

Semi black and white thinking

Ridiculously manipulative

With his obsession over Inna, he can still have friends and does enjoy others' company, but he ultimately turns on them if they get in the way of him and Inna.

He would only let Inna have friends if they were friends with Toki, too

Toki's name means rabbit in Korean!! "토끼" "Tokki" (hehe there is a specific meaning for this :3)

Naturally pretty flexible, does a lot of stretching before bed and in the mornings. In a modern/actor au, he'd have a background of childhood gymnastics.

Sits in some really strange and compromising positions... (my little pretzel <3)

I make playlists for all my OCs across many fandoms, and Toki is no exception. His playlist is already done and it is here:

At the top of each lore post will be a song from the playlist that I feel fits the post :3

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Innamorati/Inna and Macbeth belong to @alien-til-i-stage !!! hii pookie :3

[heartfullofleeches]

Gumi Pop

Yan Candy Twins + G.N Reader

[Vaguely implied cannibalism, but they aren't human so it's up to interpretation]

"Cherry orrrrr blue raspberry? Neither really match with what I'm wearing, but they're pretty popular and I live to impress."

The soil is nice this time of year.

"Oh, oh! What about grape?... Mm, nah - Dunno if they changed the recipe, but the flavouring tastes like cough syrup now."

Moist and wet - the perfect place to hide... Let the worms and other nature forces find use for this sticky shell.

"Lemon is good.. but it feels too formal for a first date."

How could there be another place for him? How could you possibly love them after all he's done?

"Strawberry is another fan favorite as well as mine. Dress for the job you want as they say.... Gigi, I swear if you're doing that self deprecating monologue shit again I won't let you pick their locks like we planned."

The man immediately dries his eyes - a red smear ran across his translucent cheek as his sleeve covers his face. "Sorry, Lollie. It's just....we we've gotten so close to meeting them and I messed things up with my... accident."

Hopping off the roof of the car they arrived in, the woman pulls her brother into a hug - relieving him of the shovel in his hands. "Don't sweat it. Mistakes happen, and as soon as Y/n gets a taste of us it'll all be a thing of the past."

Giggling to herself, she pinches his cheek and plants the tool in the fresh mound of dirt - dumping the disturbed earth over the frozen face below. The pile lands center to his chest, soil and small pebbles filing the three, cylindrical holes punched right below his ribs. They'd be the first to claim his death was accidental. Readying a gift for the one they admired most in the human world, twins stopped by a convenience store a block away from your home to pick up the remaining products on their list. There really was no simple way to ease you into the idea of two sentient beings made of candy stalking you for years to learn the ins and outs of human society and falling madly in love with you along the way - but a gift basket was a start.

While Lolotte was gathering butcher knives and cards, her dear brother was in the back making himself presentable for the big meet. Unlike his siblings glossy shine and hard shell, poor Gumi was completely see through from a certain angle all the way down to his sugary skeleton. He was fortunate enough to not have any organs besides a heart, but for any unsuspecting person his appearance may still cause a fright and he didn't want to scare you away at first sight.

Gumi wanted to be cute and cuddly, just like the animal and snack his name derived from. Taking references from both, Gumi stitched together his own costume. It was really just a plush sweater with some ears and a tail sewed on, but the cute factor was high. He also fashioned a pair of paws out of his own bones and some gloves. The outfit was so adorable he couldn't help but put on a little show for himself in the mirror. Looking like a character right out of a picture book, Gumi took the liberty of acting like one as well. No way you could reject something so cute - right? Haha.. Haha.. ah..

Shit.

Turns out - mimicking bear noises in a store a location were they were apparently common wasn't such a good idea. Startled, the on staff clerk went to check out the noise fully unprepared for what he found. Equally as terrified, Gumi committed to the only logical course of action and slashed at the man before fleeing the scene. In another twist of events, solidified sugar was a lot harder and sharper than he thought and the cashier was dead by the time he had dragged his sister back to the scene of the crime. Without skipping a beat, Lolotte loaded up their items and the corpse into the trunk of his car for a quick drop off before they headed your way. The death count could've been a million times the size, and it still wouldn't have gotten in the way of her plans to make you theirs.

Gumi checks the time on his new phone. "It's getting late. We should hurry.. Plus the smell is getting to me."

"Not to worry, brother of mine." Lolotte fishes a knife out of her inner pocket and throws it in his direction. "I'll finish things up here while you go cut out your heart so we can finally wrap up Y/n's basket. You should be patched up and healed by the time I'm done, right?"

"Think so.... Thank you, Lollie." Clutching the knife to his chest, Gumi grins so hard his cheeks feel like they've spilt. "I'm so excited to finally meet them!"

He turns to the car - a sharp whistle preventing him from going far."

"Before you go, why don't you give me a preview of what you were doing in the bathroom?"

Wiping the newfound annoyance and former grief from his face, Gumi raises his wrists and bares his teeth - claws forever stained and a few missing their talon still buried in the organs of the man laud to an untimely rest as their feet. He quickly lifts his hood over his head as he puffs his chest.

"Rawr."

Sporting a grin of her own, Lolotte chuckles. "Oh, they are going to eat us alive."

[afanofmanyships]

WTDS Iruma-kun! Prompt #1

tw: venting

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I, 1,000%, believe that Iruma was a cannibal at one point because

AN’T!

NO!

WAY!

That this child just survived in that FOREST til his teen years unless he, IN EMERGENCY CASES, had eaten another human being!!

I DON’T BELIEVE THAT HE COULD’VE SURVIVED THAT LONG WITH HIS NEGLECTFUL PARENTS FORGETTING THAT HE EXISTS UNLESS THEY NEED HIM!

Bitch know how to kill, and DID, a BEAR at FOUR FUCKING YEARS OLD!!

Yeah you can say, uhh, stored rations and can go out to get more! But what if a storm happens and he stocked up and it lasts longer than expected. His stock runs out! The storm got heavier he go out! He starves and starves day after day, the storm is NOT letting up. It continues it mean streak, Iruma passes out from hunger and he continues to wake up and pass out from hunger for days maybe even weeks!

Iruma’s parents conveniently ‘remembered’ that their son is still out THERE in that TERRIBLE storm and that they, AS PARENTS, searched for days for ANY SIGN him only to catch a high fever. And only we’re strong enough to pick up the phone to call our kind neighbor’s to ask them to go search for their son *cough**cough**cough* and house him for them!! Oh~ you expected.

Where is he? He usually plays in the forest, he loves the forest so much that he set up a BLUE TENT so that he can sleepover with the animals! ISN’T THAT ADORABLE!! Yes yes! Thank you, so much we don’t know how to repay you! Oh~ you don’t want to be repaid and want to make sure that that little Irumy is okay!

They find Iruma.

Take him home.

Lays him in bed.

Heats up leftovers and cooks some food.

Starts running a bath.

Iruma wakes up.

He does not know any other human except his own parents.

He is feral and thinks like an animal.

They don’t know that they shouldn’t turn their backs to him.

Sees that Iruma is awake.

Goes to call Iruma parent’s.

The other is still cooking.

Iruma’s mom picks up.

All she hears are screams.

The other turns off the stove and rushes out of the kitchen to look for his roommate.

The other finds her on the ground.

Iruma stabs him in the back of the head and drags the knife down.

Iruma stabs him under the neck then dragged it down.

Iruma’s mom waits until it’s silent.

Iruma repeats the maneuver over and over.

Iruma starts stabbing the bodies over and over to make sure that they stayed down.

Iruma stops.

Iruma’s mom starts calling him over.

“Iruma~ Iruma~ Iruma~!”

Iruma looks over at the home phone.

He puts it up to his ear.

“Iruma~! Is that you baby~?”

“Mowmy.”

“Yes baby~?”

“Irumys hungwry.”

“Don’t worry darling~. There’s a bath running for your stinky self and~ plenty of ingredients for that fresh human meat you have with you~.”

Iruma let’s go of the home phone.

Iruma’s mom is still on the phone.

Iruma goes to were the water is running.

He turns off the faucet and gets in the tub.

Iruma’s mom waits until he comes back.

Iruma walks into the kitchen and walks out with a butcher knife.

Iruma’s mom hears his approach.

“Iruma~ Iruma~ Iruma~!”

He puts the phone near his ear.

“Uhm!”

“Now now Irumy~. Remember your manners~!”

“Irumys sorwy mowmy…”

Iruma’s mom sighs.

“It’s okay baby~. Mommy just wanted to remind you clean up EVERYTHING after you are done eating~! Then come home~! Okay baby~!”

“Yes mowmy! Okay mowmy!”

He leaves the phone and started cutting the ‘meat’.

Iruma goes to the kitchen to grab some bowls and ingredients.

He grab a few strainers then put the meat in and placed it in the sink.

He grabbed some pans and turns on the stove.

Iruma’s mom hangs up.

Iruma’s dad walks through the front door.

“Honey~ why are you smiling~? Did something good happen~?”

“Dearest,” turns excitedly to her husband, “I’ve won the bet~!”

She gets off the bed and helps her husband get out of his camouflage gear.

“Aww~,” her husband stomps playfully, “I for sure thought he’ll attack them in his natural habitat~!”

She laughs, “that’s what you get for challenging my knowledge on Iruma~!”

He frowns as his wife steps back from him.

“Yeah~. I really shouldn’t have~!”

“Now~,”

He looks up at his wife.

“-let’s talk about my reward~.”

She unties her robe revealing lacy underwear.

“Oh~”

She reps her arms around his neck and steps closer.

He begins kissing her passionately.

“Remember to wear a condom this time.”

He umf’s in conformation.

Right under their floor is a man who has family staying over. They were originally there to help him move out but then the storm hit. The reason for his move is because of the ‘family’ upstairs.

He was lucky that his family was watching a horror movie when the screams started.

There’s a knock on the door. On a normal day he would have answered. No matter the time of day. Especially if it’s Iruma at the door. When it’s a normal day, he would’ve brought Iruma in. Cooked up some food, tell him that he doesn’t need to apologize or do anything other than eat, bath, and sleep. But it’s not a normal day.

On storms like these. The ones that last more than a week. No matter if Iruma is at ‘home’ or in the forest. He will starve. His ‘parents’ like to made a game out of it. There’s another knock at the door.

It’s midnight and no one is expecting a package.

*knock* *knock*

“Iruma’s at the door,” the man thought as he closes his eyes, “I have to pretend to be asleep.”

*tap* *tap*

“He must be standing on the boxes I left out there,” the man thought. Even though there is a wall between him and the kitchen. He lays on the couch with his eyes closed.

*scratch* *scratch*

“Looks like he’s trying to get in,” he thinks, “it’s okay. Just pretend to be asleep and he won’t do anything.”

*click*

Iruma got the window unlocked, only to stop when the man’s neighbor opens their window. Sounds of a party exited and where there’s a party there’s food. He leaves the window and goes next door.

He knocks on the door. It was his neighbor’s mistake on opening it.

Thank god his family are deep sleepers, he thinks as a fell asleep.

What the man didn’t know is that he sometimes mutter his thoughts out loud and that it just stopped one of his family members from moving.

Master List

[eltheabberation]

Oc for @tokyoghoulartfight2024 :>

Finally got around to drawing this guy lol :> Not the greatest work of art, but it’ll do ig ;w; He technically wasn’t a tg oc but he started out as being part of a tg au that became so far removed from canon that it became it’s own thing and now he’s circled back around to being a tg oc :>

Details under the cut!

Name: Mason Leech

Nationality: American

Species: Human

Age: 25

Backstory: Originally grew up in a small town with a very high ghoul population, when he got older he became a butcher and started making a living by selling meat to ghouls who wanted to be more pacifistic or simply couldn’t hunt for themselves. He eventually moved to a larger city but got caught pretty quickly and had to flee. Repeat that cycle a few more times and he eventually made his way over to Japan which is where he’s set up shop by the time of tg.

Personality: Acts very friendly towards everyone he meets (so friendly in fact that most people find him unsettling), though in reality he only really cares about himself and how much of a profit he can turn. If he does end up caring about someone it will be in a very controlling and unhealthy way.

Other Information:

He supplies meat to both the Ghoul Restaurant and to Anteiku when their usual methods aren’t working

He sometimes hand out eyes wrapped like candy to ghoul children who come in

He engages in cannibalism, but he’ll usually only really eat whatever’s left over at the end of the day, since he doesn’t want to waste good meat that he could sell

I’d imagine he’s met Shuu, Touka, Hinami, and Kaneki before. He has a fairly positive relationship with Shuu (he likes having someone else to talk with about food) and Hinami (she reminds him of someone he knew back home), and a fairly negative one with Touka (he gives her the creeps). He’s only met Kaneki once, and finds him interesting

He’s a musical theatre fan

He keeps a poster of Angela Lansbury in his room

He doesn’t just sell human meat, his shop also just functions as a regular butcher’s shop so he sells normal meat too

I’m fine with almost everything, the only thing I’d ask is not to ship him with any minors.

If you have any questions, lmk! I’d be very happy to answer them :>

[thelittlestspider]

i will take you up on your book rec offer right away actually! i would love to hear what your favourite (horror) books are :)

Dark Harvest by Norman Partridge - It's about this Midwest town where the people starve and lock up their sons a week before Halloween night, and they let them loose to chase this jack-o-lantern monster, in the hopes of getting out of town. I can't say more than that, because it'll spoil the plot twist.

This book is really fun for fall or Halloween, and it has a really neat way of narrating the book. I also really liked the plot twist, and I didn't see it coming.

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson - It's about a woman who goes to a haunted house as part of a scientific study, and ends up possessed by the house.

At first, I had trouble reading Hill House because it started out very slow, but I picked up one of the audiobooks, and I'm so glad I persevered because it's so worth it. About halfway through, it picks up, and it's so good. Because we have the MC Nell, who is this repressed woman in a homoerotic love-hate relationship with Theo, one of the other participants in the study, then we have Nell's weird thing with Hill House and it warping and possessing her. Ugh.

The Bright Lands by John Fram - (cw: sexual assault, murder. There's probably more, but it's been a bit since I read it.) It's about this guy named Joel who comes back to his hometown after his brother dies mysteriously, and he confronts his traumatic past while uncovering a town conspiracy.

This book was wild. I think I devoured in like a day because I was obsessed with it. It's this insane book based in Texas where like a demon or a monster is feeding on the evil things this group of men is doing to the boys in the town.

Fen by Daisy Johnson - Fen is a bunch of short stories set in the fictional town of Fen, which is a weird town set somewhere I think in the UK? Sorry, it's been a bit lol.

If you like small towns that are just fucked up, you'll like this book. I actually haven't read all of this book, but I love it. It has a house that is obsessed with the girl that lives in it and devours her girlfriend. It has a group of women who eat men.

Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado - This is another short story collection. There's a lot happening in this book lol.

I remember there was this insane sequence that was basically horror fanfic of law and order svu, and it was amazing.

Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica - (cw: cannibalism, sexual assault, dehumanization, racism. If there's a cw, this book probably has it.) So it's based in a world where supposedly the animals have become infected with a disease that makes them off limits to people, and the world resorts to cannibalism. The mc is a guy that works in a meat factory where they butcher humans raised as cattle.

This is a really fucked up book, but it's so good. If you like books where everyone is horrible, and nothing good happens, you'll like this book. It was nauseating, and I mean that in the best way possible.

[voidandabyssal]

Can you write a Axe x BLACJ!WENDIGO!Reader?

If you don't know what wendigos are they are made from somebody that resorted to cannibalism in order to not starve to death.

Dark days turned to darker nights. The gailing winds threw snow and ice into the air above. You sniffed, breathing in the musty air. The cave walls seemed to close in around you. It was almost pitch black, you could barely see in front of you. Luckily you relied more on smell to hunt nowadays.

The front door creaked open, Axe stepped out, carrying his bloody namesake. He looked you up and down, nodding as his eye met yours. 

“Hungry?” he asked, you nodded, salivating at the thought of catching something. 

“Crooks…heard something this morning” he tightened his hold on the weapon. His pointed teeth gnashing against each other fiercely. Your eyes widened, licking your cut up lips you spoke, voice harshed and cracked.

“Good, always hungry now” it was true, your stomach constantly screaming out, like a gut punch to your stomach, you were never satisfied. The only brief moments of respite came when you were sinking your claws into a human's guts and devouring them.

Axe placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you away from your starved thoughts. He brought you into a light hug, nuzzling the side of your neck as he did. 

“...c’mon” he spoke, pushing away from you as he did. He walked off, with you following in close step behind. For how big he was, he was incredibly quiet. The loud crunch of snow you made everytime you moved your elongated legs was the only sound you both heard. 

You sniffed into the air, pointed antlers scraping the bottom of a tree branch. Your dark eyes widened. 

Blood.

“Axe…” you both turned to look at each other, in the distance you could hear the scrambled cries of some poor soul. Seems like Crooks was right. 

Digging your heel into the ground, you tensed your body, ready to leap into a sprint. You turned to Axe, giving him a wink.

“Whoever gets there last is the rotten egg!” he laughed quietly, before readying himself. Your dark hand gripped the snow, before you leapt up. Snow flew through the air as you dashed towards the scent of blood. Axe following closely behind you. 

Soon you come to a stop, pulling yourself up onto your two feet. You can see the human now. A man, desperately tugging at the jaws of a bear trap. Crying out when the flesh is cut deeper by the sharp metal.

Axe finally appears next to you, comforting hand on your shoulder. You’re too hungry to notice. 

Your claws are slicing through the man's throat, blood spurts out like a fountain of water. A rough hand grabs you and pulls you away as your long tongue lashes out, catching the flicking drops of blood.

“Later…need to get it to the shed” he mumbles out. 

The two of you drag the heavy body back to the shed. 

You leave before Axe starts butchering, you doubt you’d be able to stop yourself from eating all of it, and then going hunting again.

You clutch your pained stomach. Tears of hunger and frustration fall down your cheeks. Your fingers trace over your face. 

Once beautiful, and so clearly human had now been distorted, warped into something horrifying. Rows and rows of jagged and edged teeth spilled out over your mouth (Crooks had once cutely commented that you both looked more alike now), large antlers that scraped against the roof of your home had grown from your head. Ripping and pulling at the flesh atop your skull. 

You almost couldn’t bear to look down, see your hunched figure. Once beautiful curves were replaced with just skin and bone. Your back painfully hunched over as you tried to wipe away the tears that flowed down.

The night grew lighter. You chuckled, you’d always wondered how the Underground had a night and day cycle. Axe had always grumbled about it being ‘magic’ or something. 

“You…alright, Lambchop?” you looked up, Axe stared down at you, his bright red eye-light shrinking in worry. 

“Foods ready” you nodded, smiling as you wiped away the last streams of tears. Getting up you leaned up, pressing a small kiss to the side of Axes face, wiping away some of the blood off it. 

“Love ya, Axe” you murmured out. His eye-light changed to a red heart, before switching back to its normal circular form.

“Love ya to”

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This was very fun to write! Remember guys, couples that slay together stay together!

[demona-andariel]

A Simple Act of Kindness - 22 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,662

Chapter 22 - Understanding

Breakfast was probably her favorite meal of the day for multiple reasons. Monty was the only member of the family who usually joined them. And that was because it was Thomas’s duty to bring the disabled old man down from the upstairs. Hoyt tended to be on his way out or already gone for the day. And Luda Mae was usually somewhere else in the house.

She didn’t mind Monty so much. He rarely ever talked or interacted with her. There were the random days that she was asked to take care of him for a few hours. By taking care, usually that meant wheeling him around the house and being company for him when Thomas or Luda Mae were busy. She didn’t offer any small talk when they were alone and he seemed content in grumbling to himself, while he pet his taxidermy dog and stared outside. It was strange, the thought that at one point the family did own a pet. But, Monty must have loved that dog since he carried it everywhere with him.

Elizabeth held onto Thomas as they headed down the stairs into the dining room. 

There was another reason why she loved breakfast of all the other meals. It was rare for them to eat meat. It wasn’t that they ate human meat all the time. She knew that. She’d seen Thomas butcher a pig before. There was just no telling, for her at least, what meat she was eating unless she had cooked the dish herself. Thankfully, when it came to breakfast, she usually ate cereal or oatmeal which had no meat.

Perhaps, Thomas would reconsider his stance on making her eat meat. Of course, she would rather he reconsider eating at the very least human meat, unfortunately, that didn’t seem like a possibility. But, perhaps he wouldn’t insist on her eating whatever meat was given. That hope suddenly seemed attainable. That condom had shifted her outlook on their life. He was willing to cover himself up so she wouldn’t get pregnant because he knew she didn’t want kids yet. Could she start pushing for a different diet? Hell, she’d be more than happy to cook every single one of her meals if they let her.

The dining room, much to her relief, was empty. Maybe she’d be able to go another day without seeing his family.

“Tommy? Lizzy? Is that you?” Luda Mae called out, immediately eliminating Elizabeth’s hope. 

“Oh good. You both are finally up and about. It’s nearly lunchtime, ya know.” Stepping out from the kitchen she rushed over to Elizabeth and grabbed her hand. “I’m gonna need help today, dear,” she said as she partially dragged Elizabeth into the kitchen.

Elizabeth fought back her wave of panic, half expecting to see Hoyt seated at the kitchen table instead. With that horrible sneer on his face, happy that she’d been forced to see him again. She wasn’t ready to face him yet or hear his voice. It was going to happen sooner rather than later, but she was more than willing to wait it out. 

“My sister and Henrietta are coming for lunch and we have a lot to do to prepare,” Luda Mae said, letting Elizabeth go. “Tommy, be a good boy and go upstairs and check on your uncle Monty and bring him down. When the two of you disappeared yesterday he ended up staying in his room all day.”

Elizabeth froze and stared out one of the kitchen windows for a moment as her heart started to beat faster. This was the moment, wasn’t it. Thomas would listen to his mother like he always did, and leave her alone. It really shouldn’t feel that important. He wasn’t going to be gone for very long, but it just reminded her that his mother would inevitably trump her.

Suppressing her sigh, she half turned to watch Thomas leave.

Her breath caught in her lungs as her eyes slightly widened in surprise. Thomas stood by the kitchen doorway, his focus was clearly on his mother. He hadn’t immediately obeyed her. Sensing Elizabeth’s stare, he turned his head to look at her. Without giving his mother a reply, he walked up to Elizabeth and cupped her face. His brow furrowed into a question and he nodded his head. 

“Are you okay that I leave?” Her mind interrupted his gesture.

Elizabeth forced herself to remain calm and not jump on him and kiss him with glee that he was looking to her for direction. It shouldn’t have felt so significant to her. He could do whatever he wanted. He was a grown man after all. He didn’t need her permission and she didn’t want him to look to her for constant guidance of what he could and couldn’t do. 

But, this was something different. A message to his mother and her. Thomas was including her in his life and decisions. If she told him no, would he stay?

She looked at Luda Mae then back at Thomas. There was a part of her that wanted to test him. See if he would refuse Luda Mae’s command if she said she’d rather he stay. But, she found herself nodding instead. 

“Yeah,” she said, placing her hands on his and lowering them.

“She’ll be fine, dear,” Luda Mae said with an annoyed huff. “You ain’t gonna be gone that long.”

Elizabeth wasn’t completely convinced that she was going to be fine. Perhaps physically, but mentally was another question. She still felt a little fragile. All that was needed was the right words from the right person to send her spiraling again. But she couldn’t live her life constantly hiding behind Thomas. He wasn’t always going to be there for her.

Thomas leaned in and brushed his lips against Elizabeth’s. She gave him a smile, pretending her heart wasn’t pounding a hundred miles a minute. Pulling away, he shifted his gaze to his mother. The room temperature seemed to drop just a little as his face darkened ever so slightly. His hand squeezed Elizabeth’s.

Luda Mae’s eyes widened in complete surprise.

He didn’t need to say it or gesture. What he was thinking was clear. Don’t hurt her.

Giving Elizabeth one last kiss he walked out of the room, leaving her alone with his mother.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Luda Mae said sharply. “You start on the dishes while I start lunch.”

Elizabeth gave her assigned task a quick once over. The counter and sink were full of dirty dishes, making her internally sigh. It was going to take a while. But, that was alright. Hopefully, it would keep her busy till Thomas got back.

Behind her, Luda Mae clanged and banged some pots and pans as she started to prepare the meal.

The tension and stress that Elizabeth normally felt whenever Thomas left her alone was oddly not present. She felt at peace. Stronger. More self-assured. For the first time, since she'd woken up at the Hewitt house, she wasn’t afraid of making a wrong move and getting punished.

Maybe she wasn’t as mentally fragile as she thought she was.

Luda Mae let out a loud sigh. “I’m sorry, dear,” Luda Mae said, breaking the silence. “He shouldn’t have done it.”

Elizabeth shoulders tensed at the woman’s words. No, he shouldn’t have, she thought. But, she didn’t say anything. She didn’t even want to discuss it with the old woman. Instead, she raised her gaze to look out of the dirty kitchen window and into the field outside. A field that led to a broken old home that seemed destiny to be her new home, some day.

He shouldn’t have… But?

“But-”

“Shut up.” Elizabeth heard her voice say. Her fingers clenched around the handle of the utensil she was cleaning.

“Excuse me, young lady. I will not-”

“Shut up, Luda Mae!” Elizabeth interrupted. She pulled her hands out from the dirty water and spun around. Her muscles bunched as she squared her shoulders.

The old woman’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You knew what he planned,” she accused, pointing the utensil in her hand at Luda Mae. Luda Mae’s face paled and she took a step back. Her retreat fueled a growing fire that was inside of Elizabeth. Feeling intoxicated with courage and anger, she stormed over to the old woman.

“You’re the worst out of your entire family.”

Luda Mae opened her mouth as if to argue, but let out a startled cry when her back hit a wall. Elizabeth stopped directly in front of her.

“Do you know why?” she asked. She didn’t let Luda Mae answer though. The old woman wouldn’t admit it even if she saw where Elizabeth was going. “Because you’re a liar. At least Hoyt-” She felt a lump develop in her throat the moment his name came out of her lips. “He never once acted as if he didn’t want to fuck me. I don’t think Thomas really saw the danger he was to me. But I did. I saw how he looked at me with lust and want. And I know you did too. Don’t think I didn’t see you close by when Thomas wasn’t around. That I didn’t hear you remind Hoyt that I was Thomas’s when he would stare at me for a little to long.”

Her chest heaved with deep, heavy breaths as she glared at Luda Mae. The old woman diverted her eyes, confirming Elizabeth’s words.

“You all suspected, didn’t you?  Well, you and Hoyt did. That I may be on some form of birth control. You knew what he would do when I was alone with him if it was true. And you let me leave alone with him. You distracted Thomas so he wouldn’t join us, because we both know that Thomas would not have allowed Hoyt to touch me.”

“Thomas would have-”

“No,” Elizabeth interrupted, shaking her head. She was not about to let Luda Mae put doubt in her mind. “He wouldn’t have let Hoyt do a goddamn thing to me. Thomas may have done something to me himself, but he wouldn’t have let Hoyt touch me. And you both know it. That’s why you distracted him, keeping him here. Because he loves me more than either of you want to admit. And that’s why Hoyt tried to silence me.” Elizabeth snorted and took a step back. “You fucked up, Luda Mae. You and Hoyt.”

Luda Mae swallowed, but then nodded. “I knew you were lying to my boy,” she said. “And you needed to be taught a lesson.”

“A lesson? What was I supposed to do?” she asked, waving her hands in the air. “Admit I was on birth control to my rapist who wanted to impregnate me? Possibly piss all of you off and find myself in deeper shit than I already was in? I figured you wouldn’t kill me but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do other things to me.”

Luda Mae started to look away, but Elizabeth slammed her free hand by the woman’s head.

“You cannot blame me for keeping secrets. You kidnapped me. Murdered my traveling companion. And forced me to “marry” your son. I lived every day in fear and I tried my best to not rock the fucking boat so that I could have some relative freedom.”

“You killed him, dear,” Luda Mae stated. “That "traveling companion” of yours.”

Chills ran through her body at those words and she pushed herself away from Luda Mae. Narrowing her eyes, Elizabeth’s lips curled into a snarl and she raised her right hand with the utensil, pointing it at Luda Mae. “He was already dead and we all know it. I just quickened it so he wouldn’t have to suffer.”

Jason. It was a mercy killing. He was going to die. His body was already cut up with limbs missing. But he was still alive when she plunged that knife into his heart. She took his life, a human life. And it really should have fucked her up. Should have haunted her. She should have had nightmares about it. But, her brain must have decided she had enough to deal with and to not add that to her conscience.

“Fuck me,” she said as the realization hit her. She ran her left hand across her face in frustration. “I’m so fucked up.”

Neither woman said anything for a moment. Elizabeth rubbed her mouth and took in several breaths. As quickly as the rage engulfed her it disappeared, causing her shoulders to sag.

“That’s what you choose to focus on? God, you’re the worst,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head. It was clear that Luda Mae wasn’t going to admit to any real fault in what had transpired.

Luda Mae’s mouth dropped and she took in a breath.

“Don’t say anything,” Elizabeth interrupted. Not that she expected an apology. She let out a deep sigh and turned her gaze toward the window for a moment. A pair of butterflies flew by.

“We can be the family that you need. That is what you told me that first night. The night you tied me to that bed and put that old wedding dress on me. The night you encouraged Thomas to rape me. You said I’d realize that you’re the best family for me. But, actions speak louder than words, Luda Mae.”

Luda Mae visibly gulped when Elizabeth focused her attention back on her.

“You say I’m family, but no one treated me like I was, except for Thomas. Especially you, plastering that fake-loving smile on your face and acting all nice toward me. Was it because of Thomas? Were you faking it because you wanted him to think you liked me? Because you knew he was happy with me around?”

Luda Mae opened her mouth.

“Doesn’t matter,” Elizabeth interrupted, waving her hand in the air in a dismissive manner. Her questions were more rhetorical. There was probably nothing Luda Mae could say that would make her feel better. “What matters is that you are a goddamn liar. Hoyt- He lied to me because he didn’t want me telling Thomas what happened. But, he always showed me what I was to him. Something to fuck. You? You never wanted me to be a part of the family, did you? All you wanted from me is my uterus. My ability to have children. Why didn’t you all just tie me to a bed? Instead of acting like I was part of this family. Dangling that carrot in the air like it was a possibility.”

She closed her eyes and suppressed her tears that suddenly threatened to spill out.

“Despite what I went through, somewhere, somehow, I fell in love with Tommy,” she continued. Her voice was softer with a mixture of love and sadness. “I wanted to make him happy. And you are important to him. Fuck,” she hissed, shaking her head. “I’m so messed up. I started to fantasize about being a part of this fucked up family. I wanted you all to like me. Love me. Treat me with respect. You! A bunch of murdering fucking cannibals who kidnapped me and forced me to stay here.”

She tapped the utensil against her leg and looked out the window again. It was going to be a very hot day out. A little smile crossed her lips at the thought of Thomas and how he made sure to protect her from the sun.

“Did you even see it? How I tried to not rock the boat? How I tried to get you all to like me? Or was it that neither you nor your god awful brother cared.”

Luda Mae didn’t answer, not that Elizabeth expected her to. She snorted.

“Your actions almost ruined it for Thomas, you know,” Elizabeth continued. “The other day Thomas found me downstairs in the basement. I had his knife in my hands. The one you use to butcher people.” She flicked her hair as proof. Luda Mae gulped. The action of her throat moving caught Elizabeth’s attention.

As close as Thomas was to her the other morning, she still would have had time to slit her throat had she wanted to. That thought caused a question to entered her mind.

Raising the utensil in her hand, Elizabeth took a step forward and leaned in, deepening her voice to sound more sinister. “What do you think he would have done? If I killed myself before he could stop me? He would have known what Hoyt did. There was no way in hell I was going to take that to my grave. So, now that we both see how much Thomas really loves me. What he did while I’m alive. What do you think he would have done to you? To Hoyt? If my broken mind decided to end it all then?”

She brought the utensil closer to Luda Mae’s pale face. The woman remained frozen and clearly terrified. The scare little victim Elizabeth had allowed herself to be was gone, and was replaced and empowered by anger.

A hand grabbed her right wrist, causing her to jump and gasp in surprise. She jerked her head up and looked at Thomas. His eyes were filled with worry and confusion as he slowly moved her hand back.

She stared at her right hand. At the handle she clenched. At the blade. A rather sharp one at that. Thomas placed his hand under hers and she carefully released her fingers.

“Sorry,” she whispered, directing her apology to him. He took the knife and stepped back. His eyes moved as he examined her. He was looking at her as if he didn’t know her. What he didn’t know was that side of her. The part of her that had more confidence and was more daring, more willing to stand up and defend herself when she needed to.

He looked at the knife then went to the table and set it down. His hands gripped the back of the kitchen chair and he lowered his head. He didn’t look at either woman, clearly deep in thought. Elizabeth stepped away from Luda Mae, but still kept distance between herself and Thomas.

The tension in the room turned into feelings of unease.

She’d lost him already, hadn’t she. Her heart dropped. She wanted to make some sort of excuse. Tell him she didn’t know what she was doing. That she didn’t realize she was pointing a sharp knife directly at his mother in a threatening manner. But, she knew what was in her hand. How could she not see the shining metal. She just wanted to frighten the woman. Wanted her to feel just a little bit of what Elizabeth had felt. The terror in her eyes was very satisfying to say the least, but Elizabeth wasn’t going to hurt her. At least, she didn’t plan on it. 

“I’m sorry, but-”

“You’re right,” Luda Mae said, breaking the uneasy silence.

Thomas’s head jerked up as did Elizabeth’s. They both stared at his mother in surprise at the unexpected admittance to some wrongdoing.

“I’m sorry, Tommy… and Lizzy,” she forcefully added. “I suspected that Hoyt would hurt Lizzy. Although, I didn’t think he would go so far.”

Elizabeth’s heart jumped up and pounded against her chest at the confirmation. She hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t expected Luda Mae to acknowledge any wrongdoing, especially in front of Thomas.

She flashed a glance in Thomas’s direction. He was standing up, but his face remained neutral.

“I was upset for you, Tommy.” She eyed Elizabeth, but then turned her attention to Thomas. “You were trying so hard to have a baby and I… I was afraid Lizzy was leading you on a false hope. But, you’re right, Lizzy. I did tell you that we would be the family you needed and I didn’t live up to my word. I gave you no reason to trust us. But, I will now.” She hesitated for a moment, but then reached out and grabbed Elizabeth’s hands.

Elizabeth fought the urge to pull away, to call the woman a liar and tell her that her manipulations wouldn’t work. But, there seemed to be sincerity in her voice. She pulled Elizabeth into an unexpected hug then beaconed for Thomas to join them. He happily wrapped his arms around the two and squeezed them both. He kissed his mother’s forehead then Elizabeth’s, clearly elated.

There was a part of Elizabeth that wanted to believe Luda Mae’s apparent sincerity. But another part that was still wary. She’d have to prove herself through actions just like Thomas did.

Luda Mae chuckled then patted his cheek when he let them go.

“Monty’s at the table, right, honey?” she asked, quickly changing the subject.

Thomas nodded his head.

“Good. Now,” she opened the fridge and took out a Tupperware that had some leftovers inside. “I know you’re mad at him. And you both have every right to be. But, would you be a dear and give this to Hoyt? You don’t even have to look at him. Just set it down by his door and knock on it.” She handed the glass Tupperware to Thomas.

His mouth twerked with annoyance and it was clear that he was thinking about it.

“If he complains about it being cold, ignore him. I know it ain’t much, sweetie,” she said, directing her attention to Elizabeth. “And I don’t know how he can make up for what he did. But, I won’t be feeding that man any fresh food for a long while. It’ll be cold and stale and hard if I have my way about things.”

She wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t much. But, Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel a little bit smug at the thought of a swollen jawed Hoyt trying to eat tough, cold food.

Thomas seemed satisfied with Luda Mae’s promise and took the Tupperware from her hand and walked away. Elizabeth turned to go back to washing dishes when Luda Mae stopped her by grabbing her wrist.

“It’s clear my son loves you,” the old woman said. Elizabeth nodded. “And…” Luda Mae’s fingers tightened their grasp on her wrist. “You say you love my son. But, if you break his heart, you’ll wish you had killed yourself in the basement.”

Elizabeth jerked her arm out of Luda Mae’s grasp. “If he breaks my heart, Luda Mae, I won’t give a damn what you do to me.”

Chapter 23 - The Gift