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I'm back!!!

Hey everyone!!! im out of the shadows. I'm sorry for my absence in this blog, a lot has happened when i went MIA and ever since i didnt have motivation to come back. However I feel strong enough to keep cooking, so expect things soon!!!

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idk if you still open request but if you do multiple characters can you do sfw relationship headcanons with either marcoh or levi (fear and hunger termina)

of course!! hope Marcoh is alright >.< i’ve been wanting to write about him for a while now.

Content: pure fluff and a little bit of Angst!! Spoiler free

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🥊 When he first saw you on the train you really caught his eye, making him fidget with his hands and look to the floor, occasionally to his rough fingers making circles on his palm.

🥊 He just started down thinking of what to tell you without looking threatening; after all that’s all he’s ever known for.

🥊 Once the festival of termina started and everyone was outside the train exploring their surroundings he stayed leaning on the train engine observing our moves, how you approached other contestants, how you looked at the flora and the buildings on the horizon with your mouth in agape.

🥊 In the end it was you who ended up establishing a conversation with Marcoh which caught him completely off guard. You didn’t notice at the time but he flinched at your voice completely unguarded.

🥊 He’s a man of little words but on that first chat he was completely silent. Not because of anything but because he was just infatuated by your rambling, your opinions and out this whole situation and of course the timbre of your voice.

🥊 As you all progressed through Prehevil you decided to join his party for protection and because it’s always nice to have a familiar face with you in a tough situation. He was really grateful for that and could feel his insides doing twists and turns.

🥊 He became your personal bodyguard basically, making sure you didn’t get hurt and that you came out safe and well from fights.

🥊 At some point he started to embrace you with one arm after another stressful encounter, saying things in the lines of “i’m glad you’re alright” or “thank you for being with me”, all while pulling you closer to his chest.

🥊 Everything was going so fast, only three days to get everything sorted and manage to find a way out of this hellhole, so it is no surprise his feelings for you bloomed in such a short time, with just your presence bringing him a sensation of safety and at the end of the day, home.

🥊 It was on the evening of the second day when he said, all while apologising anxiously that he has caught feelings for you and that he wanted to get out of this place together, that maybe you could meet his sister and all of you be happily ever after.

🥊 If you said you feel the same and pursue a romantic relationship with him he’d be thrilled, pulling you into a bear-like hug while whispering sweet words and ensuring that he’ll protect you with everything he has.

🥊 If you said you don’t see him romantically but rather in a platonic sense he’d be a little embarrassed but accept your feelings nonetheless, still promising to stay as friends for the time you two have ahead.

Romantic

🥊 He likes to kiss your forehead a lot, that and your cheeks and shoulder blades. He’s a little shy around kisses on the lips but enjoys them tons, specially when they come from you.

🥊 If you’re taller than him he’d hold you by the waist ever so gently holding you close, and if you’re shorter he’d embrace you by the shoulders and rest his head on them.

🥊 His hands are really big and roughed up from all the fighting but whenever you hold hands with him it feels so warm and nice as he intertwines your fingers with his.

🥊 No matter how much you weight or how tall you are he will lift you up in the air, specially when really happy. Once the thrill goes down he gets really embarrassed about that burst of energy but of course you find it really cute.

🥊 His kisses are very reserved and inexperienced. On all the years he’s had any situation with anyone kisses weren’t really present, so this is kind of new to him. He likes to hold the sides of your face and kiss you really softly, almost like a ghost touch until you encourage him to go for it, where he shows just how touchstarved he is.

🥊 He loves to lay on your lap while you play with his curls and even can fall asleep like that. It makes him forget the whole shenanigans you two are stuck in.

🥊 Once you two manage to survive the horrors he would shed a tear of two, thinking of the ones that were lost but also thinking about how you’re there with him, alive. How he finally sees a future for himself aside from violence and replaced with unconditional love.

Platonic

🥊 Prehevil can get really cold, so whenever he sees you shivering he’s more than willing to give you his jacket. Cold has never really affected him and he’s used from when the streets where his home. Seeing you warmer and cozy makes him more satisfied than keeping it for himself.

🥊 He’d teach you the basics of self defence and boxing just in case you’re ever alone and need protection and practice with you a little holding back of course. If you already know a thing or two about fighting he’d be delighted and ask for some sparring.

🥊 In the night you two have a moment alone where you reminisce about each other’s lives, about the struggles and achievements you have gone through. Deep conversations where you can feel your closeness increasing and every little thing about Marcoh making more sense.

🥊 He tends to lose control of his emotions whenever he’s really happy so sometimes after a stressful situation turning out successful will make him rush to you and hug you incredibly tight.

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i need to go back to writing sorry gang

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urgent‼️

Famine intensifies🇵🇸🥺

In Gaza, we currently do not find the minimum requirements for human life, and we live a disastrous life that is devastating to humanity.😢

The painful scene before you expresses the extent of hunger we have reached in Gaza.😭

My family is part of this difficult scene, and this video is a small part of the suffering we live through daily.

I issue a call for help to every jealous and free person to share this pain with us, convey our suffering, and provide support in whatever way he can.

Donate or share 👍

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i need to works on the reqs because they’re piling up but life is hitting me hard…i’m sorry abt the delay

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I JUST REPLIED TO THR WRONG BLOG WITH SOME FREAKY ASS SHIT AND I CANT FIND IT

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First vs latest Marcoh that I’ve drawn….i love you Marcoh funger

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hello hello!!! sorry for my inactivity but i’ve been pretty busy with life but i’m back (more or less), so i’ll try to get all the reqs done ^_^

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what a wungus...

this is my one and only contribution to the fear and hunger fandom

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hello hi hello ! i am an enjoyer of samarie and would enjoy headcanons of taking care of her or whatever else you wish to add on : ) youre doing a great service with this blog !

Of course!!! I agree that Samarie needs someone to help her…as a little treat. Hope you enjoy!!!

𝔗aking care of 𝔖amarie ꒷꒦✧🫀˖°

⚰️ At first when you started approaching her and showing more interest she was very hesitant to say the least, flinching at the proximity.

⚰️ However as you started being patient with her like with a scared stray dog, she slowly became more fond of you, always waiting for the moment in the day where you’d ask her how she’s doing.

⚰️ Because of Samarie being very aware of her short lifespan, she doesn’t really take care of herself, at all. You realised that fact once you were able to be at a closer distance, seeing the mats on her hair and her chapped, pale skin.

⚰️ So of course you go on a mission to help her to take care of herself. One small issue, every time you try to touch her hair, face, or body she flinches and retreats away from you.

⚰️ She winces not out of disgust or fear, but rather she’s flustered over someone actually taking care of her and showing it actively.

⚰️ Once she gets used to your touch she becomes quite addicted to it, always yearning for it, for your warm hands against her cheek.

⚰️ Samarie loves when you hold her face if we stay in topic, and leans on your hand much like a cat.

⚰️ She needs help brushing her hair from how matted it can get, so you not only would need to brush it roughly but also clean it up first to remove any dirt or mat. If you wonder how she gets it so dirty, let’s just say her hiding spots aren’t the neatest.

⚰️ So you’re on your way to the bath, warming up some water for her. You ask her if she wants to wash herself and you’ll wait her outside, but she grabs you with an ever so shaky hand, a bit sweaty you could say, by the hem of your shirt.

⚰️ She has very dry and sensitive skin, making it so you’d need to rub the soap carefully. She gets really flustered by this as she feels a tickling sensation when you caress her arms, shoulders and torso.

⚰️ As a little treat you peck her from time to time whenever you seems nervous about this whole thing, making her turn into pudding.

⚰️ Once all is done she will wait for you to get a towel for her, one which you put around her gently. She snuggles in it while looking at you, a bit shaky because of the cold but mostly because she’s in awe over how kind you are.

⚰️ She will let you braid and play with her hair if you’re close enough. You say you braid it because it’s good so it doesn’t tangle that often, but in reality you just think she looks really cute.

⚰️ Ever since you started to make a routine with her she’ll try to be consistent with it for you. She sees the smile on your face when your beloved Samarie looks clean and healthy, ‘it is what she deserves’ you say to yourself, and she couldn’t be happier about that.

⚰️ Even if she struggles she’ll try to help you clean up as well, maybe indulging in baths together, or in doing a facial care routine as a little house date.

⚰️ Sometimes you buy face masks with funny shapes like those of animals, and even if at first she was embarrassed with putting one on, when she saw you she found it adorable and joined you in the fun.

⚰️ Alas it all comes to an end, and as the sky darkens you two get sleepy. You have some food together, sharing stories (well, you tell stories while she listens nodding her head with shaky breaths) and enjoying each other’s company.

⚰️ She likes to sleep next to you, your presence is very calming and makes her brain quiet, indulging in the silence of the night and the warmth emitting from your body.

⚰️ She’s very hesitant to get closer to you whatsoever, afraid that she’ll cross your personal space and bother you. Of course you don’t mind, and you insist on that, making her face heat up.

⚰️ Next thing you know, the Sun has risen, and a lanky Samarie is wrapped around your body latched to you with no intention of letting go.

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everyone say thank you noct’s friend for feeding them Marcoh thoughts

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Is there anymore series with this kind of monstrous transformation?

Edit: To people saying limbus company and project moon, I already know about that series! It’s literally in this meme with the pianist!

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God bless. change the world. my final message. goodbye

alt outfit got me like 💥💥

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i have the Marcoh virus help!!! heeeelp!!!!!! might write something for him after reqs….

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Just checking but are there any F&H characters that are off-limits, as in you don’t want to write about them? 😲

There are some yes ^_^ mostly all the monsters in-game, Crow Mauler is fine but thin ice. Caligura from Termina because i don’t. don’t like him but like 95% of the fanbase, and the girl i will only write platonic things like being your sister etc for obvious reasons

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Ending the day with a little Wip of my sona in funger ^_^/ goodnight guys!!! I’ll probably implement some of my art into this blog from time to time, maybe related to things i write.

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༊ ⊹ ˚. Yan!Enki and Ragnvaldr x reader 🕸️

CW: Obsessive behaviour, guilt tripping (Enki being Enki), depiction of violent urges, being tied up, bloodplay, biting, borderline cannibalism as a love metaphor, friends to one-sided enemies, slightly suggestive.

Enki never thought of himself as the affectionate type, never has and never will, but when it comes to you, oh that smile of yours, those bruised limbs from the dungeon struggles, that strong will you could consider contagious; he yearned for it all, for it to belong to him.

Those thoughts keep buzzing around in his head whilst he reads and reads on the dirty library within the main hall, while you were right next to him, looking at his irritated expression with shaky pupils and an unsteady breath. He couldn’t focus with you like this, or him filled with so many thoughts by that matter.

“i can’t focus with you staring at me like that” Enki scowls. “you know, you should appreciate that i brought you here with me, and sharing my knowledge with you in the first place”. Those words make you feel like you’re pouring salt on a wound, but Enki has no ill intentions whatsoever, at least in his point of view.

You decide you look down in and stay silent, but your action is interrupted by a lanky hand grabbing your face by the cheeks, making you look up at the priest’s hollow eyes. “tch. can’t believe one can be so ungrateful” again with the foul words. He has always been the mysterious type, but this behaviour towards you was new. He has drawn sigils nearby every exit to prevent you from leaving, and still he won’t say a word unless it is to complain. He grabs your face tighter and frowns, mumbling to himself. “Why is it that you….”

What you don’t understand is he’s doing this out of pure fear. Not fear of losing, or death, or violence or whatever one could be thinking about, but fear of the feeling that creeps up to his head every time he glances at you. He wants to hold you, to grab you so tight he invades the cavities of your body and rips your heart out, to treasure it like a gem. He wants to kiss you until your skin wears out, and to know your every emotion. Love, he thinks, is something he wasn’t meant to feel. And so he doesn’t know how to behave, lost in a maze made from his own insecurities.

He sighs, trying to remember what those cheesy romance novels he read as a kid told. Enki, still with your face in his hand, plants his dry lips against yours, lapping them with an awkward lick. He looks at your shocked expression. “You don’t seem disgusted.” He mutters. “I assume that is one of the reasons why i put up with your whining.” He continues, acting all tough and indifferent as if his heart wasn’t jumping out of his chest. That kiss, if you could call it one, made everything click in his head. He needs you to be by his side at all times, to channel his insanity and transfuse it into passion. All he wanted right now from the overwhelming emotions that engulfed him, was to tear your skin apart, to pulverise your bones and carry you around like his personal doll. You’re his; the Gods predetermined you two meeting in the hellhole this dungeon is, to save each other, and stay together forever.

“You’re awfully quiet today. I hope you stay like this and follow my orders while we’re in here, or i’ll break your legs and drag you around.” He had this threatening aura around him as these words spewed out his mouth. But it wasn’t with an ill intent, no? He loved you after all, he thinks so at least.

All this was for your own good, he convinces himself; you need him to stay alive, otherwise you’d be mutilated on the floor for the guards to take pleasure with already. So of course you love him, you have to. And he loves you too, for the rest of eternity.

Even an outlander such as Ragnvaldr has felt love once, but he has also felt sorrow, rage and pain. Those former emotions that haunted him still haunt him now, and are very present in his actions. Alas here he was, covered in blood from head to toe. It’s hard to see which is the enemy’s and which is his own.

The dungeon remains radio silent for the first time in possibly decades, or even centuries. The guards were no more, and so were the lizardmen, yellow mages, cave dwellers, a man who seemed to become a God, and the list goes on. He killed them all. His revenge has been fulfilled, so what now? It was only you and him traversing the passageways and bloody pits that kept him entertained.

Ah, that’s right. You. You’re a nice one to be with, aren’t you? So kind of you to stay by his side while he tainted the walls red, while his bloodlust was satiated. You were like a little lost dog always stepping on your tail, grabbing onto the outlander’s cape to encourage yourself to take another step. And he enjoys that a lot, the fact that you’re always latched to him made him feel the same about you, craving your touch and presence at all times.

So here you were, in a dark, musty room with your arms and legs tied up with your own torn clothing. The humid cold breeze hit the cuts and wounds decorating your body, making you flinch. But what makes you straight up wince is the sound of echoed steps coming closer. It was Ragnvaldr, the man who saved you countless times and you developed a bond with, who now looked at you over your shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re alright while i was out. I found some resources.” He says while crouching next to you. “Here, i got you some bread” You look at him numbly as he pulls out a piece of bread, surprisingly in a fairly good state. “Open up” He directs the piece to you mouth but it remains sealed tight, refusing whatever he gave you. You’d rather starve than accept what the man you used to trust with your life provided. He however wasn’t having it, looking at you with a light frown and pressing the fingers of his free hand against your lips. Without saying a word, he pushes until his fingers enter your warm mouth, opening it with spit coating his hand. With that, he tears a piece of the bread and puts it between your palate and jaw, forcing you to chew on it.

“See? it wasn’t that hard…you need to eat or you will die here, cold and in pain.” He says as if nothing was wrong. Ever since some time ago, could be weeks or days, you lost count at this point, the outlander has been acting out of his mind. At first you thought the insanity of the dungeon got to him, but he reassured you he was okay, that if you were there with him everything was okay. He killed the monsters in gruesome ways, tearing their tendons out with his teeth and crushing their heads with a stomp. It was like he was letting out emotions he didn’t want to go through, and now they all burst out onto an obsessive love and overprotection.

He loves you so much, he really does. So much that he starts shaking while looking at his fingers full of spit, embracing you tightly with his nails damaging your exposed back. It stung. His embrace got tighter, and tighter, much like a snake that caught its prey. He wasn’t letting go, his shaking getting heavier and laboured breathing leaving his mouth. “i love you.” he says. “i love you, i love you” He just keeps on repeating the same sentence over and over, that is until he, without a single thought in his head, bites down hard on your collarbone. You let out a hiss and try to push him off, but he’s too heavy. He just keeps gnawing and clenching his jaw around the bony appendage, so much that blood falls much like the tears around your eyes.

“It hurts….” You manage to let out. But he’s not listening. Much like a hound he has gone absolutely feral, embracing your entirety with his bulky body. His hands claw onto your spine leaving marks, and his legs are wrapped around your waist. He lets go, and switches to your neck, biting just as hard. Like he was starving he licks the blood away, no kisses and no passion put into it, just pure desperation. After protesting more and more the pain just numbs out with the rest, and you decide to relax, and stay in his arms while he devours you away. “i love you” he says, and your mind goes blank.