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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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lullydoesstuff · 7 months ago

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- 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.

#books #dystopian #unwind #unwind dystology #the handmaid's tale #tender is the flesh #horror #horror books #the hunger games #orwell 1984 #george orwell #susanne collins #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #disturbing books #lets not make this irl

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gaymarasov · 2 months ago

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I feel like people who are calling Shauna and Melissa out as "cringe" rather than frightening, the choices the girls are making as nonsensical rather than grounded in reality, etc are missing a big point of the show. At the end of the day, the Yellowjackets are just a group of young adults completely separated from everything they've ever known. We're watching them slowly descend into mystical thinking and play-pretend to cope with their deadly reality. Whether or not you're on team paranormal or team trauma doesn't actually matter- The girls' actions do.

It's so fucked at this point it's almost a comedy, but they're still barreling on, full speed ahead. It's like... God, okay:

Shauna, lets take Shauna. Shocker, the Shauna guy wants to talk about Shauna, I know. But SOMEBODY has to be The Butcher, right? To do the girls' dirty work, when The Wilderness chooses. Sure. That's Shauna. She has to.

... But does she, though? Does anybody?

Or could they all learn how to hold the knife? And if things got bad enough that they had to start eating people again, could they not establish some kind of rotating schedule to determine who is on Human Gutting Duty?

Sure, absolutely. That would make more sense.

But that isn't the point the show is making.

(Rambling meta and a non-zero amount of Shauna Shipman glazing under the cut. You've been warned.)

Anyway. The point the show is making, in my opinion, is that doing that would be hard. Put even more simply, doing the right thing is hard in general. It's easier to do play-pretend. It's easier to create an artificial role in society of "crazy evil bitch who cuts things good", and assign it to someone who has already demonstrated that they have what it takes to get the job done and get it done well.

Currently, that person is Shauna. And if the other girls stopped making a LARP scenario out of the death of her best friend, the stillbirth of her child, and the cannibalization of a little boy they ALL cared about, Shauna would not be LARPing so hard that she's starting to scare them.

She's embraced the role because the role is easier to embrace than the reality. It gives her a semblance of power, perceived or otherwise, in her otherwise powerless life.

There's this sentiment from the others of "Well we have to listen to Shauna." "She's so dangerous." "She's so frightening."

"You don't have to enjoy it so much."

Except end of the day, she's eating the same slop as the rest of the Yellowjackets, was pregnant like twenty minutes ago, and is deeply (understandably!) unstable. If they were really afraid of her way of thinking, if they were uncomfortable with its results, if they really wanted to take action, they could. There are what, ten of them, not accounting for Shauna and Melissa? Let's just go with ten.

...So if all ten Yellowjackets got it together TOMORROW and confronted Shauna and her boytoy on their way out of their Evil Bitch Shed Where Evil Bitches Sleep, Shauna and Melissa would fold! Ultimately, they'd have no choice. There'd be pushback from Shauna's groupies, sure, think Gen and Robin- And someone would probably end up needing stitches- But as a group, there's a good possibility that once things had settled, they could build something more healthy from the wreckage of that initial interaction.

But they won't. Because that's not the point the show is making. And it would be fucking boring!

The longer the girls refuse to take meaningful action against Shauna (because it's easier not to), the more she models for other, more impressionable girls that This Is The Way To Live, This Is The Way To Be Strong, and the harder it gets to dethrone her/condemn the way of thinking she's grown into.

Whatever bloodbath is on the horizon could be avoided, but it won't be.

In the society the girls have built, the bloodbath is the point, because the bloodbath- and pretending it's inevitable- is easier than doing the right thing. And by the time they're finally uncomfortable enough to actually stand up rather than just taking snide jabs and potshots from the sidelines, it's going to be far, far too late.

#jackiechatter #yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #shauna shipman #mandatory disclaimer: shauna shipman sucks. do not try this at home or whatever. but i adore her #anyway. insert baru 'monster known as the middle class' monologue here.#they're so fucked i can't wait to see how much worse this gets.

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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

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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.”

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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.

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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

#alastor #alastor x reader #human alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin #masterlist #x reader

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heelsofboreas · 1 month ago

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Like Real People Do - 1308 words

This is probably going to be a series of shorter things where Dream explores anatomy on an awake Punz who doesn't feel pain. Like that's kind of fucked up and fun. This was just going to be cannibalism but it turned into kind of a pre-amble to that. It'll be more gorey and worse the next time. Author used to work in the medical field. (tw blood, mentioned but not heavily described gore, symptoms of blood loss)

It was that easy, really. Humans weren't that different from animals when it came down to it. Just glorified slabs of meat that reproduced with reckless abandon and got stressed out about flickering lights. Gross and disgusting masses of flesh and ignorance. They were fueled by desires and sensations that Punz never felt like they fully understood. For a variety of reasons.

Like many creatures of flesh, the redstone lights in their lab always bothered Punz as with every tic it seemed to subtly flicker. It made their forehead tense in a way that was mildly discomforting. They'd get up and turn them off themself but Dream needed them to see and today they weren't quite in the mood to inconvenience him. And, to be very fair, their left leg wasn't in any state to be standing on.

Dream had been curious about the limits of their particular ailment, and Punz had been willing to let him push them. When weren't they willing to let Dream push them closer and closer to the edge? Killing Vik and Lazar over and over again had been just the beginning of how far they'd go with the book. Killing each other had come next. Now, Punz was laid out on a stone slab table like a sacrificial lamb. To be butchered by Dream for the sake of understanding.

Even as the knife cut up to the edge of their boxers they didn't flinch. They felt skin split and muscle slice and all they did was lift their head in an attempt to see whatever new fascination Dream was taking with his work. The simple act made the world spin though. The room rotated in a way that it probably wouldn't ever naturally and that was enough for Punz to know they were probably starting to reach the limit of the amount of blood that they'd normally be okay with losing.

Their head falls back on the sheet lined stone with enough force to rattle their teeth. Good thing they weren't meant to make it out of this in one piece anyways. Punz wouldn't need to spend several hours looking over their body to try and find if there were any injuries they couldn't feel. No one ever believed them when they first brought it up. People thought they were just being edgy, but Dream had learned pretty quickly how real it was after watching the older walk around with a nail in their foot until their sock got uncomfortably squishy.

Despite that, he was still breathless with disbelief when he spoke, "You really didn't feel any of that."

"Pain wise-"

"Yeah. Yeah, pain wise. You just didn't feel any of that, pain wise? Like you just felt the knife and nothing else?" Dream continues to poke for the explanation again.

"I felt the knife. I felt, like, my leg get cut, but it doesn't hurt. I won't even get adrenaline or whatever unless I look at it," Punz repeats with only a hint of bore. Their words slowed down with each passing minute. They could feel their body getting heavier. Harder to move, but they weren't scared yet.

"Or unless things get, like, bad?" He continues hardly leaving space between their words. Dream could practically barrel over anyone in conversation without realizing it. They didn't mind anymore. In fact, the excitement it showed was pretty fucking endearing. Everything about Dream was always growing more and more endearing.

It takes a moment for Punz to piece the words together, but in the end they don't need to. "Well, like you said you get dizzy, you feel sick, you feel cold, and then somewhere around when your body stops working you feel scared? Then you're like, not anymore?" They feel something get pressed hard against their thigh. Is it Dream's hands?

"Mostly, yeah," they respond with a slight shrug. When did they start breathing so hard? The warmth spread down their leg pooling faster than it had been when Dream was just slicing up their calf and pressing his fingers between their tibia and fibula. "How deep did you cut?" They ask. They force their head up to take a look, slightly easier now for some reason than moments ago.

"Don't worry! It's fine just..." Dream starts with a strange lilt. "Just- Just drink some of the regen." He sounds like he's doing his best to stay calm, but failing. Punz feels their eyes widen at the amount of blood on his hands when the world finally comes into focus. They pull themself onto one elbow, it shakes under their weight but they manage to meet his hand half way. His hand is covered in blood and it stains the glass as it’s passed over to Punz. They feel the warmth on their fingertips and furrow their brows. Spots form in the corners of their vision.

Fuck. He definitely hit something vital this time. There was still more they wanted to do, so Punz didn’t argue this time.

They spill some onto their shirt trying to get even a drop of it down their throat. Their hand was shaking but the motion got much steadier after it found their lips. Their nose scrunched up in displeasure, but they swallowed gulp after gulp regardless. It was just thick enough to be uncomfortable and sent a shiver down their spine as they pulled the bottle away. Their eyes loosely lock on a blur of brown hair, sunkissed skin, and red. “‘M okay,” they slur. It sounds like nothing to them, but it also sounds like far too much. Time moves too slow and too suddenly for Punz to keep up. Dream is suddenly face to face with them. The bottle was removed from their hand and put into the void for all Punz could understand. All they could see was his face.

Beautiful green eyes and freckles that Punz traced with a scarred fingertip sometimes framed a nervous smile. Their shoulders were carefully pressed down until they were lying down on their back with Dream looming over them. The light over them casts Dream in a halo of yellow and Punz completely misses the words coming out of his mouth between the muffled ringing in their ears and visual distortion of his soft lips. Their mind should be anywhere but where it was. They wanted to see him smile. They wanted to make him happy. They’d give anything to him. At any point. All he needed to do was ask. They’d even let him -

“-eat me sometime,” Punz follows with a cough as the regen gives them back control of their lungs. Sputtering from heavy, rapid pants to something more normal. They blink a few times, only to realize that Dream is doing the exact same. His mouth hung open in shock. “What-” they start to ask.

The male bursts into laughter. He practically doubles over and has to catch himself on his elbow to keep himself from collapsing onto Punz. He cups his face and hides his eyes. “Oh my- oh my god, Punz,” he chokes out before it's drowned out by a wheeze.

Punz’s face would be red if there was enough blood in their body to go there. “What? What? Did I say something?” They push. Suddenly intensely wanting to know what all slipped out of their mouth.

It takes another moment for Dream to calm down. When he moves his hand away from his face, he takes one last deep breath. Then nearly bursts into giggles again as he answers, “‘You could eat me sometime.’ I think.”

“Wait, fuck. I didn’t mean it like-”

Dream bursts into laughter again and their fingers twitch. As much as they’re shivering they suddenly feel too warm. They don’t know if that’s annoyance or the regen. Bloody hands find the sides of their face and they nearly freeze. Dream was so much closer. Punz could practically feel the ghost of his breath against their lips. With anyone else this would be uncomfortable, but with him it was something that felt so right. “You’re fine. I mean, it might be fun. Another thing to try, right?” He smiles as he says it, and they can’t help but agree.

#c!drunz #c!dream #c!punz #cdrunz #drunz #cdream #cpunz #julian's journal #i'm getting back into the swing of writing and everyone should be proud of me #it's been really hard recently #so at the very least i'm proud of myself

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perfectfangirl · 1 year ago

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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

#fallout #fallout show #ghoulcy #lucy #cooper #the ghoul #text post #my meanderings #the ghouls

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6feathered6siren6 · 4 months ago

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"Good soup" (Angel x Reader)

Authors note: This was for the prompt: "Bleed it out", and thought of hunting and how it's preserved. I also feel like it's not my greatest work so ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Trigger warnings

Death

Cannibalism

Managing a restaurant was easy enough for you, making the food and dealing with customers, and the bills for keeping the lights on. Luckily the new food product was a hit, more people were coming for the cute sandwiches that looked like animals. A few bears, cats, and dogs.

After the heat died down from a couple weeks, there was a regular that stayed for a little bit to talk to you. “Got any new items?”

She holds her blonde and pink hair into a bun, casual comfy clothing but she still looked amazing in them. Her soft blue doe eyes were filled with enjoyment. Maira, or what she prefers you to call her, Angel.

“Hello, Angel.” You said, as you placed her usual beverage on the counter for her. “And that I do, a new item I’m trying out. But for being such a loyal customer, I’ll let you try it first.” Your smile was genuine. She always makes you smile when she walks in.

She oo’ed, as you turned away to grab the new food item that's soon going to join the menu. It was a new soup idea you got from the internet. Placing the hot soup in front of her.

“I hope this is up to your taste.” You said, leaning onto the counter as you saw her picking up a spoon to take a sip of the base. Then she takes bites of it, a few of the meat and vegetables.

“It’s good, I really like it. The meat is… different from what most people use. What is it?” She looks up at you, placing her spoon down, giving all of her attention to you.

“I can’t give all my secrets, you already have my famous cookie recipe.” Winking at her, as you got up from leaning on the counter as a customer started walking to the register. “I’ll be back.”

You walk away as she lightly giggles.

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Walking back to her, she was on the phone. You didn’t know what but she seemed stressed. Leaving her to her privacy, you did see she did finish the soup you made, grabbing the dish and placing it into the sink in the back while preparing her another beverage. As you came back, she was rubbing her temple.

“Was that your work again?” You placed down her new drink. Grabbing the old cup closer to yourself.

She sighed, “Nope, a friend of mine. He’s being himself again. Telling me to rest, and I am. I’m here with you, resting.”

You lightly snorted as you leaned against the counter again, “Well, I’m glad my shop is relaxing to you.”

And what felt like ten(10) minutes, it was hours. She had to leave, her friends were having a movie night, and she needed to be there early. It was quiet and lonely until closing time. You have many tasks to get done tonight, luckily, your assistant manager is coming in tomorrow so you can work until 4 am again.

Washing the counters, you see that Angel left something behind. What seems to be her wallet, picking it up, you put it in your restaurant office. Making sure it’s locked. Then getting back to cleaning the front.

After mopping, you placed your cleaning equipment when a knock happened at the back door. New shipment is in.

Opening the door, “Got the goods?”

A tall male walked in, grabbing cash and counting it, after you handed it to him as two others dragged a dead human to your butchering area.

Thanking you for the purchase, they left, leaving you with your meat to process. It’s going to be a long process but pushing up your sleeves, you got this with practice ease.

Letting the body bleed itself out, you went to get your supplies, getting it from another room, not hearing any sound, other than the blood dripping down into the bucket. Putting your apron on and tying it. As you walked back in, you saw her. She was staring at the body until you made a noise.

“Shit. It’s not what it looks like!” Putting your hands out after putting the knife down, trying not to seem like a threat.

Angel, the one who actually saw you as a person instead of a restaurant owner, stared at you then back to the body. Then lightly laugh. “That’s why it was familiar.”

Not expecting that answer, you felt your hands drop. Your muscles that felt so tense it was going to rip apart, soften, relax. But your heart felt like it was going to explode. “Huh?”

She walked closer to the body, “Did the job yourself?” Tracing the table softly, you stared at her moving but you couldn’t move.

You felt like your throat closed in as you spoke, “N- no. I.. didn’t.” How is she so… calm?

“I never got to say this again, the soup was delicious, I still want to know how you make it?” She turns her body around, looking at you, a soft smile. The one that welcomed you as you greeted her. “So would you teach me?”

“Woah, woah, woah! HUH?” You tilt your head as you stare at her, feeling so confused.

She softly chuckled, “What?”

“Y- you’re fine… eating… that?” You point at the dead body.

“I’m not calling the cops am I? Now. Are you going to show me?” Her expression didn’t change.

Releasing that breath that was holding in your throat, you picked up the knife. Putting it right next to the corpse. “If you answer my question, why are you here?”

She leaned against the table, careful not to contaminate the ‘food’. “My wallet, I was going to sneak in and steal it back. But then the light was on, so I had to see what was going on. Didn’t think the wonderful, innocent restaurant owner used human meat in their food. Human meat is addictive, it’s no wonder why people come back for more.”

She looked at the knife you placed earlier. You did say you would show her how you made the soup. A promise was a promise.

Showing her that human skin was used in the soup, and the others went into sandwiches. Any scraps that weren't used were put into a waste basket. Afterall, they are ‘animal’ scraps.

You didn’t expect your number one(1) customer to accept your ways for food. Or teaching her how to make human soup at 4 am.

She sat on a counter, taking bites of the soup you both made together. “Now, I have an arrangement, a deal, if you agree to. I’ll give you bodies, if you teach me how to make them. After all, making them with someone you like, does make the food taste better.” She winked at you as you sipped on your drink. Almost choking you upon the deal.

But you thought about it, you wouldn’t make any more body purchases and it would be cheaper.

“I’ll also sweeten the deal for us, let’s make this our next date. I do want to know how you make those cute animal sandwiches.” Her smile was sweeter, sirening you into taking the deal. But, this is your favorite customer. So why the hell not.

Getting upon the counter next to her, “Deal. Next week, at this time?”

“Can’t wait, Sweetheart.” Leaning her shoulder onto yours. A cook and a hunter, making food together.

#killer chat #killerchat #fanfic #gender neutral reader #x reader #canon x reader #angel killer chat #killer chat angel #killer chat angel x reader

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feli026 · 5 months ago

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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

#afk journey #feli thought #afk igor #afk niru #afk viperian #afk cecia #afk thoran #Spotify

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aquarichor · 9 months ago

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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

#ITS LORE TIME BABYYYYY #TOKI LOREERE #hehehehehehehehe #alien stage #alien stage oc #alien stage oc: toki #alnst #alien stage oc: innamorati #alien stage ocs #inki #alien stage oc: macbeth #Spotify

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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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."

#yandere twins #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #male yandere #female yandere #yandere monster #gumi my oc #lollie my oc

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afanofmanyships · 1 year ago

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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.

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#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #I believe that Iruma was a cannibal at one point #cannibal! iruma #past cannibal! Iruma

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Book Title: Tender is the Flesh

Author: Agustina Bazterrica

Ranking: [4/10] ●●●●○○○○○○

TWs (DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT): cannibalism, gore, body horror, misogyny, sexual violence, physical/emotional abuse, dehumanization, child sexual abuse, animal abuse, homophobic slurs

A book review is not a substitute for reading the actual book. If you are interested, please purchase the book, read it yourself, and support the original author. This post will contain a non-spoiler and spoilered section. All criticism is made in good faith and is not an attack on the original author.

TLDR:

This book has a very blunt writing style, so it doesn’t hold back on the disturbing scenes. Also, the concept is very interesting, and it does play with some very interesting world-building. Due to the book being so fast-paced, it’s hard to keep track of all the characters and fully understand what’s happening. I also don’t feel as if it's characters and world-building are developed to their full potential.

Though if you are willing to extend your disbelief and not think super hard, it’s a quick and interesting read for those with a strong stomach.

SPOILERS/LONGER REVIEW BELOW CUT

(Reader discretion is advised)

In this dystopian world, a disease has spread throughout the planet that has made all animal meat poisonous. It only spreads through animals, but it can easily kill a human. The government has killed off all animals and transitioned into breeding humans for meat. The timeline is rather confusing, because the disease only occurred a few decades ago; however, the author describes this world as if this has been reality for centuries?

The story explores a man named Marcos who works for a meat processing plant, and how he has poorly adjusted to the world transitioning into eating human meat, his father having dementia, and his wife leaving him due to the death of their child. Soon, he is given a female head (a head is what they call humans made for meat) that he is meant to butcher, but he can’t seem to, and eventually falls in love with her.

Marco clearly has stopped seeing humans as humans and sees all of them as just possible meat, but he’s honestly not a well written character. He’s just rather boring and the book can’t seem to decide how he is supposed to develop.

However, everything fell apart for me when I got to the time skip. If you read the book, you would know.

When I first heard about this book and started to read it, I was most interested in a few things, 1) how our main character slowly grows attached to this human head he is supposed to feed on, and how that changes his worldview 2) the world building. For me, both of those are rather disappointing. I find both of these are disappointing for me because of the writing style.

The writing style is very blunt, which I can see turning some people off from this book. It doesn’t pull its punches. The sentences and chapters are generally very short, and it’s very fast-paced. However, because this book was not first written in English, it seems like the translation wasn’t very good. Some words are very strange and don’t always make sense. Due to the fast-paced nature of the writing, it can be a little hard to keep up with what is happening, as the author doesn’t give the reader much time to digest what’s happening before moving on to the next scene.

Also, because almost every single important character in this book is a man, sometimes without names, it can make it hard to tell what character is saying or doing what, which makes it even harder to follow. Some chapters are only a page long, and I just have to wonder why the author thought she needed to cut it up? Sometimes the sudden short chapters sort of break the follow of the story and the immersion of what’s happening.

There are a lot of brutal scenes in this book. As for world-building, it feels like the author is talking right to the reader to drop and explain the world, and not weaving it in naturally. I also feel as if the author is adding in new ideas to the story instead of expanding on the already interesting ideas she already has. Yes, it can help expand the world, but it mainly muddles down what is already there. I wish the author had focused on a few interesting parts of the plot and characterization instead of just adding in every new idea to the world she thought of. I wish it would focus on the main character and how he slowly grows to get attached to the head, how he becomes almost toxicly attached, and how this new woman affects his previous marriage. But the main character is just so nothing…There are a lot of scenes that I feel could have been cut, but I also feel that with another editor and 50 more pages, this book would immediately be improved

This book plays with the definition of who in this world counts as a human, and, as I stated earlier, doesn’t hold back on the descriptions of what the factory workers and meat processors do. That’s because the author wants to draw comparisons with the actual meat industry, mainly the beef industry. Characters in the world often compare how they used to work with beef or how they had family who did, and how the process is similar. They use very similar terminology, like calling the person about to be slaughtered a “head”. Some characters hunt humans, and some do brutal experiments on humans; the author is not holding back on how deranged the people in this story are.

I, however, as an animal welfare activist/nature conservation student, will say that this theme does kind of fall apart. I personally never enjoyed this idea that if we as humans treat animals poorly, we could as easily treat fellow humans this way. While no, don’t twist my words, I don’t support the unethical treatment of animals, animals are not humans, and treating them the same will only do more harm to animals and humans. That is a different post, however, and I don’t have the energy to fully expand on that at the moment.

For the sick freaks, I’d say the most disturbing scene for me personally is a scene in which rich businessmen have just finished hunting humans and proceed to eat them. One of the humans they ate was a pregnant woman, and the other was a famous rock star who was hunted for having too much debt. In this dinner scene, they describe in great detail how the human meat is presented. One of the rich men eats the penis of the rock star, saying it improves his own sexual health? However, the paragraph that made me put down the book for a few minutes was a paragraph describing how one of the rich men raped a 14 year old trafficking victim to death, then procceed to eat her. I could feel myself going pale.

Finally, the ending… is very controversial. After seeing a few other reviews online, it seems as if fellow readers either love the ending or hate it. I am personally in team hate. It doesn’t feel like the story comes to a satisfying conclusion. The story doesn’t finish; the book just stops.

I’d say if what I said didn’t dissuade you, and you have a strong stomach, this book could be an interesting read for you. It’s rather short, only 200 pages, so it would be a quicker read.

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