#Cannibal bimbo

[lobotomaxi]

This app is so fucking easy just be horny and use cannibalism as a metaphor for love.

and be gay

[the-lil-spud]

Mama Didn't Raise no Bimbo! Part TWO!

My mind is literally reeling with ideas on this series!!! Hazbin Hotel has meeeee hoookked! And those naughty Vee's definitely have me hooked good and proper!

Part one / Part two / Part Three

Enjoy my darlings xoxoxox

Your mouth opens in shock when you see THE Velvette had liked your photo. Heart racing a little you couldn’t control the smile that stretched across your lips, holding in the little squeal you desperately wanted to let out you settled for giving a little excited wiggle in your seat. Or you were until a shadow encased you. Looking up you lock eyes with the main V. Vox. Uh oh.

“And who is this lovely lady, Val?” 

Bugger. Swallowing nervously, you observe the TV demon in front of you that you had seen on your own TV screen at home. Tilting you head up, he was a lot taller than you thought he would be and a lot more handsome.  Realising the other Overlord was making his way towards you both, you quickly stood from your seat while clocking a very worried-looking Angel Dust shoving on their dressing gown behind Valentino.

“Hello Sir, I am Y/n, a friend of Angel Dust”, you hold out your hand to the TV Demon for a handshake. His cold claw like hand took your own in his, raising it up to his face screen and placed a small kiss on the back of it, your blackened fingers and vibrant pink nail varnish reflecting off his screen.

“Ah any friend of Angel’s is a friend of ours, right there Val” his charming smile took up half his screen while his eyes focused on Valentino who arrived at his side towering over us both. Gulping down a shot of nervousness you smile at them both, tapering down the need to take a few steps back. The chair behind you also reminded you that you were cornered by two of the most powerful Overlords in Hell. Remembering a few stories which Alastor recounted for you in the Radio Tower you were doing your best not to panic.

“Yes of course baby, our delicious Y/n is just waiting for Angel Dust to finish his scene – though they did refuse my offer of a job now didn’t you princessa?” Having both their attention directed at you was nerve-wracking but also made you feel a little bit powerful. But you shot down that feeling as soon as you felt it! Dangerous thinking!

Cracking a anxious smile at them you decide to try for an apologetic attitude: “I’m sorry but I did, but I love my job at the moment Sir, so like I said before if I decide to change my career then I will give you a call”.

“And what is it exactly that you do Miss Y/n?” Vox has such a charismatic voice it was easy to get distracted by it and not the words he was saying. Luckily you were doing your best to pay attention to what the Vee’s were saying and doing.

“I am a Singer and Dancer in one of the clubs in Pride Ring and at Cannibal Town”, as you mentioned the last place you watched both their eyebrows raise and look at you a bit differently. Biting your lip slightly to stop the giggle escaping you instead explaining: “not that I am a cannibal but they like my singing and pay good money. As long as I’m singing and they’re paying and not biting it’s a good gig”.

Valentino moved closer, you could tell he was the type of demon that just had no boundaries when it comes to others, trying hard not to flinch as he blew some of that red smoke towards you, “oh don’t you like biting princessa?” That question in his sultry voice, he managed to make a slight blush brighten your cheeks.

“Ah that is between me and my lovers, Sir” you attempt to charm back while trying to find a way to escape from this corner. Almost as if he had read your mind suddenly there was an arm cutting off your escape route, flicking your gaze up to Vox’s amused expression you grumble inside. He must have seen a drop in your face, chuckling under his breath as he smirks at Valentino, the latter was just eyeing you up like you were his next meal. Time to get out of this situation. Like now.

“Sooo … is Angel done? Not that it isn’t lovely to speak to you both gentlemen, but I didn’t put this outfit on just to chat,” you try to look over Vox’s shoulder to see if you could see Angel Dust, who you hoped was coming to your rescue. A gloved finger tapped your chin, making your gaze go towards the tinted one of Valentino.

“And what is the reason for this outfit?” He croons, keeping that gloved finger against your chin challenging you to defy him by removing it.

“To dance the night away” you shake away the urge to flick his finger off your face and instead just glare up into his tinted one, challenging him in your own way. His smirk was just getting larger, his gold tooth glinting in the low light of his studio.

“Uh Y/n you uh ready?” You nearly let your eyes shut with relief when you heard Angel Dust’s voice, as an alternative you turn your head towards the demon letting Valentino’s finger drop from your face with the gesture. A sharp growl was the only tell that he wasn’t happy. Ignoring it you focus on Angel.

Angel’s face appeared in the space between the two Overlord’s shoulders, a concerned expression covered it seeing you cornered by the two. A relieved smile graced your lips trying to put him at ease, or as much ease as you could in this situation. You turn back to the seat behind to grab your coat and purse but before you could two pairs of hands grab them. Cocking your head at the TV Demon, he responds with a charming smile holding your coat up to help you put it on. If you hadn’t heard stories of his temper and what he was like you’d almost be charmed by him.

Thanking him softly, you slip your arms into the coat and allow him to slip it up over your shoulders. What you didn’t expect was him encasing you in his arms as he buttons it, his chest pressed against your back and his breath against your neck. You really hoped he couldn’t feel how hard your heart was beating from nerves right now. With Vox at your back, Valentino moved forwards boxing you in against the other Overlord, his one hand was slipping your purse into your slightly trembling ones as his other brushed your cheek and lifted your chin up, so you were looking up at him.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see a panicked Angel Dust trying to think of ways to save you. Unfortunately, you think this isn’t a situation you might be able to be saved from unless it was yourself doing the saving.

Licking your bottom lip nervously you release a breath before shaking yourself free from both of them. Valentino squeezed your chin briefly for a moment before taking a step back – strange as you thought it would be him that would be the clingy one. Gently, you pry Vox’s hands from your hips pretending not to feel warm sparks from where they rested, they had sat on your hips after buttoning your coat. You give them a soft squeeze as you push them away so they rested at his own hips. Breaking away from them you take a few steps towards Angel Dust. Twisting back vaguely towards the two Overlords you give them both a generous smile.

“Thank you for your company and goodnight gentlemen”. You nod towards them, turning back to Angel you link your arm through one of theirs and almost drag him towards the elevator. Feeling your tenseness, he quickens his pace grabbing his jacket from a chair that you pass, throwing a goodbye to them both over his shoulder.

Getting in the elevator you almost didn’t turn back to face the two Vee’s. Your nerves almost getting the better of you. But if you didn’t turn you just knew that would be a win for them. So, you straighten your spine, mentally pull your big girl panties up and turn as gracefully as you can with your best award winning smile to face them both.

The two predatory smirks and narrowed eyes directed at you made your dead heart thump in your chest.

You were so fucked!  

tagged @tasha-1994

link to A03 just here

[heartfullofleeches]

It's Licorice and Peach who especially don't get along, right? With the same darling

It's Blackberry and Peach who hate each other. Blackberry is the emo one. Peach is the bimbo one. Licorice is the cannibal butcher that pretty much everyone avoids except BlackBerry. If Licorice and Peach were rivals Licorice would probably try to just kill off Peach immediately, but knowing that girl I think Licorice might be the new body at the bottom of the lake.

[am-i-interrupting]

Hello! I was wandering what would be my match up for the Hazbin hotel characters!

I go by She/her Pronouns and as for my sexuality, it’s kinda hard to say, I like males mostly but I also like females either by how pretty they are or how sweet they are. And also I get pretty shy at first but when I warm up I’m very bubbly and motherly towards anyone! But when it comes to my crush I get very awkward and shy, I do tend to bottle up my negative emotions a lot and having a hard time saying no to others if I’m being told to do something I don’t like but I’m slowly learning!

My personality trait is that I’m an ambivert, I’m both shy and outgoing, I’m sweet and kind and very gentle towards anyone, I’m very dense at times which means I don’t know when someone is interested in me so basically I’m a hopeless romantic😭😭

I don’t really prefer any characters who are toxic or messed up like valentino since I don’t like how he licked Charlie’s arms since I don’t like germs like that, also I don’t want to be matched with Charlie or vaggie since they are together and which I don’t wanna ruin that since their so perfect with each other!!

I got tested for ADHD and it came out positive, I do have hyperfixation since I get overly excited about something I like and which I would shake my hands out in excitement, I also have cute aggression in which I will find something cute like ducks or otters! But for some reason, sometimes I have an urge to like grab ahold of someone’s head and aggressively shake their head or even bite their cheeks or chin or even biceps

My fashion taste is kinda like a bimbo in a way, I like wearing crop tank tops that shows my curves and wearing grey sweatpants, almost like tojis outfit like black skintight shirt and baggy grey sweatpants, I also wear a zip up sweater too!

My hobbies are painting and drawing but mostly I love writing since I love creating new stories or anything and I love reading, I love talking about someone about my hobbies or anything in general!

How i show my affections is by either hugging or making them things I do, I have quality time and physical love, I’m very touch starved since I barely get any hugs by someone I deeply loved (not family members tho) I love either being big spoon or small spoon since I’m tall (I’m 5’10 or 5’11) I love being appreciated and loved by someone who can care for me!

I love classic music like Frank Sinatra or sometimes even listening to musical musics like willy wonka such as ‘pure imagination’ or any musical from Disney!

I love dark humor or sometimes cheesy jokes by someone I like (I sometimes act like a school girl who’s giggling and all that😭😭)

I feel like I would either be a puppet for my demon form, puppets do things to entertain the person for their happiness and which the puppets ignore their own happiness for others (I do that a lot for the people I care for😭😭) I do things for others but yet I don’t like doing them but it’s for them

Your Match Up Is. . .

Rosie!

You and Rosie met while she was supervising Cannibal Town. Everyone wore a smile except for a child who looked a bit saddened. You came to help.

She stopped you afterwards and thanked you, asked if you were new to Hell since she’d never seen you before and turns out you were.

She asked if you’d like to live in Cannibal Town or if she could set you up with a job since you didn’t have one. You nearly backed out, not a cannibal in life and you told her as much but she insisted everyone was welcome in her town.

She would check in on you periodically and would hear stories about the non-cannibal helping people out in town.

When you got yourself hurt helping someone who didn’t want to bother Rosie as she’s a very busy woman, she sewed you back up.

“You do need to be more careful, my dear. We don’t want your strings to be cut again so soon, now do we?”

That’s when she insisted you come join her to work in her emporium.

Eventually she invited you into her home for a candle lit homemade dinner. No, it’s not another demon, she promises.

You two have a lovely night together. She is an excellent cook when she’s not cooking other people (and she probably is when it comes to cooking other people as well but while she’ll ask you if you want to try it, she’ll never force you.)

Thus begins your relationship.

It’s a bit odd that she, a woman so clearly in the past, is dating someone dressed so modern but all is well and she does compliment you on how you look.

Even if those crop tops make her a bit flustered, they also let her make direct contact with your skin.

She hangs up any drawings you do in both her home and space work, proudly showing them off.

She is very proud of you and let’s the world know it.

Although, the world doesn’t need to be privy to all things.

Those things being what you do behind closed doors.

She’s not immune to trailing her hands up your stomach and under your shirt to cup your chest or down the your back and easily into the waistband of your pants to get a handful or two of your behind.

Her kisses in public are quick and chaste but alone she’s slow and passionate and she can be such a tease.

You best learn how to undo her clothing with the hooks and ties because she’s not going to teach you when she has such easy access to you.

If you bite her in private, she’ll expose more of her skin and tell you to bite harder, to taste her most vulnerable.

She knows you’re not a cannibal, but that doesn’t mean she can’t try to rope you in to the true vulnerability of knowing someone inside and out.

[yanderu-deredere]

drawn.

★ they've just been so lonely, all by themselves in this abandoned little factory town. it's hard not to be attracted to someone so wonderful, so glittering and beautiful, someone like you

a/n: sorry i ended up not posting anything the past few days. ive been really struggling with chronic pain flare ups and general bullshit but you guys really encouraged me to come back! so here i am with the latest chapter of the cannibals!

minor changes with part three where i made it so that none of the friends come down to dinner hehehe wonder why? neway, you can go back and reread that if you'd like but it's not that big of a change.

finally, after teasing it for so long, it's the gore chapter ive been waiting for forever to write! with that said, please mind the warnings!

i feel like this got really long so i didn't really do as much as i wanted to... you'll see when u finish reading. if you think i should keep going, send a couple asks and maybe i'll write another extra chapter?

part one (hook.) ★ part two (line.) ★ part three (sink.) ★ extra (captive.) ★ part four (here) ★ part five (quartered.)

pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 3612

warning: gender neutral reader, mentions of throat knife violence, mentions of coroner's and mortician's equipment, descriptive head injuries, descriptive eye violence and gore, mentions of drugging someone nonconsensually, mentions of medical and recreational drug use

Casimir knew as soon as the white van pulled up into the factory town that his entire life would be completely turned around, that this group of rule breaking idiots would be different from the usual.

When he saw your cute little face peek out of the window, he knew exactly why.

Casimir always believed himself to be a man of science and he had explained away his fascination (or rather, attraction) to Emm by just acknowledging that the two of them were polar opposites and evolution simply made it so that human beings were attracted to their polar opposites.

Opposites attracted simply because it gave their offspring better survival chances.

But then, of course, you threw a wrench in all of that, didn't you? Because he knew nothing about you except that your entire face made his heart palpitate in his chest for no reason.

He didn't even know if your personality was good with his or if you would even irritate him with your small habits. But, still, he found his eyes attracted to you like a magnet to metal and he wanted more.

Emm felt exactly the same. Unlike Casimir, she believed in love at first sight. It's what she felt when she met Casimir after all.

She knew as soon as she saw the man that she wanted to ravish him and she knew as soon as she saw you that she wanted to ravish you too.

She loved Casimir; the two of them have been together for years now. The only reason they were able to enjoy those years together was because Emm followed those instincts of hers.

Emm wasn't going to let Casimir use his science mumbo-jumbo talk to get her out of keeping you.

Thankfully, the two of them were on the same page. They didn't even have to communicate verbally. They shared a look; Casimir from the road and Emm from her binoculars.

So, despite the rules that they'd agreed on (not to kill the people who weren't breaking the rules, to try and stay inconspicuous, to be polite and nice just in case), Casimir couldn't find it in himself to stop Emm from using a silenced gun and popping your friend's tire.

The both of them only felt more and more justified the longer they spent time with your friends.

They pretended to be polite but whispered about how weird Casimir was. They tried to take photos of Emm's burns (and you were the angel that prevented them from doing it). They even went so far as calling you a freak.

It made both of their blood boil. Emm's more than Casimir's but Casimir's head had always been more level headed.

So, really, the group dug their own graves.

The first one that had to go was that damn bimbo.

Casimir didn't like her at all. Chloe was it? She just didn't look at Emm the right way and don't even get him started on the whole 'taking a photo of Emm' business again.

Plus, she kept sneering at you and whispering about how stupid you were to her boyfriend.

So, when you went upstairs to go change right before helping Casimir out with cooking dinner, he went to work.

"Hey, by the way, you guys wouldn't mind it if Emm smoked a couple of joints, would you?" He mentioned off-handedly to the bimbo as he sharpened one of the knives at the kitchen counter.

His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, his muscles flexing as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying not to get annoyed.

It was odd since both he and Emm usually didn't let them last this long but, he supposed, for your sake, he would put up with the disrespect.

It just really got at his nerves that she was treating the entire place like it was hers, looking into their fridge like she owned the place. They said 'make yourselves at home' but that wasn't exactly what they meant.

The ditzy blonde didn't even have the decency to hide her emotions when she looked at him, all wide-eyed with wonder "Oh? You guys smoke?"

"Yeah, some strong medical stuff." Casimir shrugged as he kept his eyes on the smooth metal of the knife and the rough grey of the whetstone, his knuckles turning white as he gripped it harder and harder "You know, because of--"

"Oh, of that whole--" She finished for him, making a gagging sound from the back of her throat.

It took everything in him not to just run the knife in his hand through her face.

He could imagine how satisfying it would be. It would meet some resistance when going through her nasal cavity but the crunch of it as it met bone would feel so good.

Before he completely lost it, though, the sound of the other three idiots in the living room convinced him fully that he needed to keep it together.

This needed to be their cleanest kill yet.

Not just because the four of them were a big group but also because they needed to get away with killing three of them without letting you know.

"Yes, she smokes all of it downstairs in the basement." He nodded his head towards the main hall and he watched her face turn blank, her eyes obviously confused.

She definitely looked like she was turning an idea carefully in her head. Casimir wished she'd hurry it up since she still had the fridge open and it was using up electricity.

Then, as if he could literally see the lightbulb above her head, he saw her expression brighten. She closed the door and gave him a bright smile that grated even harder on his nerves before flouncing away.

Casimir glanced at the knife in his hands, giving her a few seconds, before rinsing it off and wiping it with a dish towel hanging on the oven handle.

Then, he sheathed the knife, grabbed a meat tenderizer, slipped it into his pocket and unfurled his sleeves. Of course, the other idiots paid him no mind. Probably just like they paid their friend no mind as she slipped past them.

They looked deep into a conversation about something, all their backs turned towards the main hallway.

The realistion that hit the bimbo was probably the fact that there was a door at the very end of the main hallway. Normally, people mistook it for a cupboard under the stairs.

Casimir could at least give her credit for being smart enough to realise that it was most likely the steps to the basement he had been talking about only seconds ago.

He quietly followed her down, locking the door behind him just in case.

Casimir was nothing if not careful.

He would've paid big bucks to have seen the look on her face when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

He saw the way her steps faltered (he was right behind her, after all) so he knew she must've been surprised. Plus, she gasped too, which seemed a bit much but she also seemed like the type to overdramatise.

It probably surprised her to see that it wasn't a wine cellar or a man cave in their basement but a clean and proper butcher's dream.

It was Casimir's hard work after all. Emm helped a little but she was a bit too messy to really take care of a lot of the detailed work. Instead, she helped weld things together and fix some things up.

Before the bimbo could turn around or freak out, of course, Casimir shut her up.

She crumpled like soggy paper when the meat tenderizer hit the back of her head.

The crack of it was so satisfying, honestly. The splatter of blood was less so but it still felt good to see the crater of gore in the back of that bitch's head.

Surprisingly, he could see a brain in there.

As he watched her crawl on her hands and knees, trying desperately to get away, Casimir tested the hammer in his hand and frowned.

He wasn't usually one to use such bulky tools. Though the sound of it was music to his ears, the feel of it wasn't right. It really was better to stick to knives and the like. Leave the more brutalizing ones to Emm.

Before the little worm could get too far, he stepped forward, accidentally stepping on her ankle as he scooped her up, his arm wrapping around her torso and his free hand gripping her chin, his fingers digging into her cheeks.

He lifted her easily enough, despite the fact that she was so top heavy.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't get a lot of breast meat from this one since it was probably all plastic but he'd need to get rid of her regardless.

"Now, what are you doing here?" He whispered against her temple, relishing a little bit in the way she struggled against him, her well manicured nails trying to claw at his clothed sleeves.

She was barely making sense before he'd whacked her with the meat tenderizer but, now, her voice was slurred and stuttering beyond recognition.

She was concussed then. He would've been more surprised if she hadn't become concussed. In fact, he had to give her credit. That blow would've knocked most normal people unconscious.

Maybe she was particularly hard-headed?

In any case, her blabbering was entertaining at first but then it eventually got too annoying.

With barely any care at all and completely ignoring the way her feet dragged on the cold concrete, Casimir brought her over to his special autopsy table and plopped her down.

It was his own invention; not exactly his life's work but certainly one if his more brilliant ideas.

It wasn't entirely made from scratch, of course. He built it off of a second-hand autopsy table but he made it tilt one way so that the blood would pool better. He liked collecting it in case he wanted to use it for blood sausage or something.

He also added some restraints for the really shitty visitors that really pissed them off. Sometimes, the couple really liked to take their time with their kills, really carve them up, slice and dice them and hear them scream--

Plus, sometimes, Emm liked putting him in there too and he could be a little too wiggly for her tastes.

In any case, when he slammed her down on the cold metal table, Casimir couldn't say he was taking the usual care with her.

She was sprawled across the cold metal, her body locked into the restraints with a little distain, even his initial incision of her jugular was sloppy at best.

He didn't have any respect for people like her who couldn't even take care of people like you. You had trusted her with your friendship and she betrayed you. She didn't deserve any kindness from him.

She couldn't complain anyway.

Mostly because she was finally knocked out cold.

Anyway, Casimir left her down there. If she bled to death, good for her. If she were still alive when he got back down there?

Well, he wouldn't enjoy her screams in the usual way but he'd definitely get some sort of sadistic glee out of them.

He'd flay her skin open, watch her muscles twitch as she struggled to move away, see the life ebb out of her; he'd make sure that every single thing you'd suffered through, she'd feel but a hundred times worse.

Hopefully, enough, she'd be alive.

Before he left, of course, he had to wash the stupid meat tenderizer. Surprisingly enough, fragments of her skull stuck to the spikes of it and chunks of her scalp clung to the metal.

Then, he obsessively cleaned the blood splatter off the walls, taking care to wash himself and any wash cloths he used with the sink in the room.

It was easy enough to wash everything since the entire basement was made like an embalming room; the floor sloped slightly to the middle where there was a drain.

Lastly, he changed his clothes because he got a little messy in his anger-- No, irritation. He didn't want to accredit such a strong emotion to such an insignificant ant.

He and Emm kept spare clothes down in the basement just for situations like this.

Honestly, the entire thing was so easy that it disappointed Casimir. He had hoped the blonde idiot would've struggled a little bit more, at the very least.

Maybe the others would prove to be a challenge.

Speaking of the others, Casimir knew that the boyfriend would notice the fact that his girlfriend was missing the fastest.

Unless, of course, he was a piece of shit too.

So, Casimir's next objective was to get rid of him.

The very last thing he did before he left the basement was he grabbed a little baggy of weed. It was a specific one they used to drug some of their more troublesome victims.

Seeing as his girlfriend was interested, it was possible that the boyfriend would've been interested too.

The drug wasn't anything deadly. Just something to help them get a... better high. Which didn't just distract them but it also affected their short-term memory and their attention span.

Casimir just had to make sure that he mentioned where his girlfriend could be before the dumb idiot started smoking the stuff.

Finally, when Casimir emerged from the basement, he was met with the boyfriend. He kept saying 'the boyfriend' in his head but, truly, it was because he didn't recall what his name was. Dick? Rick? Something along those lines.

Casimir would mentally refer to him as Dick just because that's what the guy was.

Hell, even the one thing Casimir knew him for (being that bimbo's boyfriend) he couldn't do properly.

When the ditz wasn't paying attention, Dick? complained about how annoying his girlfriend was, about how much of a drag she was, how he was tired of her.

It was a surprise to Casimir since he had pretty much been singing her sonnets since he first met them when she was around to hear his compliments.

Though, it made sense when Casimir noticed the sleeze bag's eyes always seemed to be glued to her chest.

It just showed how two faced this entire group was, Casimir supposed.

"Hey, did you see where Chloe went?" Dick? asked, looking suspiciously at the door behind Casimir and then suspiciously at Casimir himself.

Casimir doubted it was because the idiot thought he killed his girlfriend, though. The man didn't look that smart.

"She mentioned she had a migraine? I think she might have gone to her room." Casimir looked towards the stairs before glancing to the front door "Or maybe she went outside for some fresh air? I don't exactly recall what she said."

The boyfriend clicked his tongue but, before he could leave, Casimir placed a hand on his forearm "By the way, she mentioned she takes medical marijuana for her migraines so I mentioned to her that my wife took some too, for her burns?"

When the guy turned back to look at Casimir, arrogant confused expression on his face, it took everything in Casimir not knock the living daylights out of the guy.

He bet he could make the same crater in this guy's head as he did in this guy's girlfriend's head with just his fist.

"She ran out and asked me for some. Emm had some extra so I figured--" Casimir shrugged and then held up the little baggy with the drugged weed "She told me to ask you to pay for it but, between you and me, it's honestly fine."

"My wife goes through so much pain, I can't even imagine--" Before Casimir could finish, the idiot snatched the baggy up and nodded quickly, that confused expression completely taken over by his arrogance.

"Of course! I'll make sure to get it to her!" Dick-head looked like it took everything in him not to cackle at Casimir.

And it took even more in Casimir not to choke the man.

Before he could be further tempted, Casimir just gave a curt nod and left for the kitchen.

He rolled his sleeves up and went to get ready for you to come downstairs.

It was a shame you had a change of clothes. He had an odd highly illogical fantasy of you borrowing clothes from them, maybe something of Emm's or of his, and then decending down the stairs.

He could imagine you, looking so breathtakingly theirs.

It didn't make sense to Casimir but he supposed his love for you didn't make any sense in the first place either. He would just have to keep you by his side and study you.

"Did you go shopping?" Emm suddenly appeared at his side as he got out cling-wrapped meat from the freezer above the refrigerator, her arm brushing against his waist.

Did you deal with one of them?

She was probably asking because she passed by the living room and noticed that there were only three of them.

"Yes, I did. But that meat is for next week." He pressed a kiss to her cheek, smirk playing on his lips as he closed the freezer door and opened the fridge "We're having the meat I bought last week. It will go bad if we don't have it now."

Yes, she's downstairs. I haven't cut her up into pieces yet. We're having that couple we killed from last week, the ones that tried to break into the factory to steal spare parts.

"You wan' me to take care of next weeks shopping since you've taken care of this weeks?" Emm tried not to grin too widely, excited by the victims that her husband had left for her.

"I mean, I have plans for next weeks shopping but, if the opportunity arises..." Casimir sighed like he was tired of the way Emm always seemed to go off script but, in reality, he was glad she always seemed to enjoy herself.

It was evident by the way that smirk on his face didn't even waver.

"I dun' know what I'd do without such a dedicated house-husband." Emm teased, mirroring Casimir's smirk as she cupped the side of his face and pressed her own kiss against his temple.

Casimir took the ingredients out one by one, bundling them into his arms "And dessert?"

The fourth one. The one best saved for last. That was, of course, you.

"We def'nitely have room for dessert." Emm pulled back enough to look Casimir in the eye and he knew that, from the expression on her face, she would take no arguments.

We're keeping them.

Casimir didn't want to argue with that. From looking at his face, Emm saw that.

"Good because dessert is the caramel flan I made last night." Casimir chuckled almost breathily as he finally pushed away from his wife and brought the food to the kitchen counter.

That one wasn't code at all but an honest fact. It took everything in Casimir to convince Emm not to scarf the six tins he made last night in one sitting.

"I'll jus' go move my bike into the garage." Emm sighed, her expression morphing to one of boredom as she stretched a little.

She didn't like the idea of having to go out into the rain but, if she left the bike just parked there, there was a possibility that it would rust.

It was just hard to go outside, to leave the house really, when you were inside, so close yet so far away. Emm had never felt so pained and lazy before until you.

Then, to make matters worse, while Casimir was getting the ingredients ready for dinner and Emm was putting on her work boots, that stupid boyfriend tried his moves on her.

Unfortunately, he didn't seem high at all.

Had he not smoked it yet? Casimir hadn't smelt anything so, perhaps, he was saving it for later?

Either way, it was stupid to flirt with Emm right there, where Casimir could obviously see them. Normally, Casimir would've lost it but he needed the night to be perfect so he figured he'd let Emm handle it.

"You goin' somewhere, gorgeous?" The idiot leaned against the wall, sleezy expression on his face as he eyed her up and down.

Emm tried her best not to sigh too loudly or even groan like she wanted to. Instead, she tied her boots and smiled politely at him "Yeah, jus' need't park my bike in the garage."

"Oh, you know, I know a lot about motorcycles." The guy didn't even wait to hear what Emm would say before he was putting his shoes on "Let me go with you."

At first, Emm's fist clenched and she felt her entire body tense. But then, she realised how good of an opportunity it was. She'd be able to get him alone.

So, she forced another smile onto her face as she nodded "Sure!"

"You know, my dad owns like five Harleys." He bragged as he stepped out of the house, that same smug look on his face as he walked with his hands in his pockets.

Emm wanted so badly to trip him into a puddle but, instead, she crossed her arms under her breasts and nodded, trying her best to look interested "Oh, I have a Harley in the garage."

"D-Do you?" The pervert didn't even disguise his staring "Why don't you show me that first? I can help you with your motorbike after."

Moron.

"Sure." Emm lead the way through a side door, letting them into the garage without triggering the loud garage door.

It was dark and, even when Emm pulled the string for the florescent lights, the entire room was still dimly lit.

The garage was kind of Emm's domain but she wasn't exactly proud of it. After all, though she could be a real genius when putting parts together, organisation wasn't her specialty.

Casimir had to come down every month or so and fix the place up for her. Even then, the entire place always ended up looking like a tornado went through in a week.

Basically, the clean look never lasted.

"Damn, you should tell your husband to clean up in here." The moron laughed as he stepped over some steel bars.

Emm tried not to cringe "Oh, Cas don't really come in here. The mess's mine."

"Yours?" He said, as if saying 'but you're a girl' and it wasn't the last straw for Emm but it was damn close to it.

She looked around, trying to see if there was anything fun to kill this guy with or if she'd have to go old fashioned and just fuck his head up with a wrench.

She knew she couldn't make too much noise, though, so no chainsaw or anything too fun. Even if splattering his guts everywhere would've been worth the clean-up.

"Sure, let's go with that then." The guy laughed one more time before caging Emm against one of the various shelves in the garage, his disgusting breath damp and putrid against her ear

Emm couldn't take it anymore. She grasped at something with her hand; it was smooth against her palm, dusty, something with metal and plastic.

Her arm was swinging before her brain could even connect the dots as to what it was.

The guy fell onto his back, screaming profanities as he clutched one of his eyes "You fucking bitch!"

Emm just straddled his chest, that grin she'd been suppressing for so long finally stretching out onto her face.

She looked down at her hand and noticed that she had grabbed a spare motorcycle headlight.

When she had swung, the entire thing had been a blur so she hadn't really seen what she had done to him. Even now, she couldn't see because he was covering it.

But the screw end of the motorcycle headlight was covered in blood and the ripped apart flesh of an eyeball. She could make out the veins against the whites, the chunks of it clinging to the grooves of the metal part.

It filled her with a rush to know that she'd jammed the entire thing in there in one try.

To prevent him from screaming any more, she grabbed his wrist and stuffed it into his mouth, essentially making him pretty much choke on his own flesh. Then, she saw a peek of it.

He was still trying to dig the heel of his palm there, as if putting it there would stop the bleeding. Which made sense, of course. But it definitely wouldn't make a difference.

In any case, when she had yanked his hand away, she saw that his eyeball was replaced with bloody indecipherable gore. There were torn parts of the whites of his eyes near the outsides but it didn't look like there was much of it.

She laughed and he continued to struggle, kicking and bucking, desperate to get her off.

"Oh, so you wan'o play with the bull but y'can't handle the horns?" Emm couldn't help but taunt him a little, relishing in the way his own teeth dug into his wrist as she pressed down on him harder.

Despite the fact that they were almost the same height, she was much stronger than him and holding him down wasn't even a contest.

Before long, though, the struggling and the gore started to bore her. She realised she'd gotten too messy and that she'd have to clean up before she could see you.

Which meant, of course, that it would take longer to go see you. Something that felt unacceptable in her eyes.

So, she bashed his face in with a motorcycle headlight. Over and over. Till his entire skull caved in. And the motorcycle headlight got crushed in her fist. Or till it got crushed against his skull?

Whichever one was stronger, she figured. Her palm would bruise but his head caved in so, she supposed, it was her fist?

It was unfortunate, really, but the anger had built up inside her and the way he had tried cheating on his girlfriend really rubbed Emm the wrong way.

It wasn't like they ever used the head or the brains for anything anyway.

Then, she wrapped his face with a towel she had lying around and she carried him to the basement using the back cellar doors.

If holding him down was pretty easy, this was a piece of cake. She just slung his arm around her shoulders and then wrapped her arm around his torso, holding him up entirely.

She would've fireman carried him but there wanted to stay as clean as possible so there was less clean up.

When she entered, Emm spotted his girlfriend and felt bad for her.

That feeling immediately vanished when Emm remembered how rude she was in the van, trying to take a picture of her like she was a freak or something.

The thing Emm really struggled with was putting him on the autopsy table. She always complained to Casimir about the things. She absolutely enjoyed the sausages he made and the soups too but it was so much work.

She had to put his upper body down first but, then, she did it wrong and accidentally hit his head against the edge. Not like he was still alive but it was still annoying.

Emm had to try again and then a third time. Finally, the third time worked but then she had to get his legs up which wasn't that much of a struggle but it was still time she wasn't spending upstairs!

Where the two loves of her life was!

To make matters worse, as she was doing that, the stupid bimbo woke up and started struggling and stuttering and freaking out. She was crying up a storm, begging and pleading for her life and her boyfriend's life.

Like his entire face wasn't caved in and bloody already?

Emm just left her be and went to go wash her own face, hide the idiots' things, lock one of the guest doors and change her own clothes again.

Hopefully, the bimbo would just tire herself and bleed out.

"You okay, my love?" Casimir cupped her cheeks, pressing their foreheads together.

Emm just sighed and rolled her eye before nodding her head "Jus'... wanted to ask you 'bout somethin'."

Casimir smirked at that and pressed a kiss to Emm's lips before continuing what he was doing with prepping ingredients "What is it, my love?"

"I d'no if I was p'ck'n up what you were puttin' down before." Emm crossed her arms and leaned her back against the kitchen counter "But you... you think they're real pr'tty too, right?"

Casimir felt his ears get just a little bit hot but, of course, he quickly nodded because he never hid anything from his wife "We'd of course have to get rid of the nuisances but..."

Emm quickly nodded and hugged Casimir from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of his ear "I love 'em so much and I don' know why but I just--"

"I know, dear, calm down." Casimir laughed a bit breathily, trying to keep an understanding expression on his face as he smiled at his rather nervous and bashful wife.

The two of them had been with each other long enough that they could have discreet conversations without having other people know about what they were truly talking about.

For Emm to outright ask him these questions, she must've been really concerned about this. So, of course, he wanted to reassure her as best as he could.

"I'm very interested in them as well. Don't worry." He sliced into the middle of a bell pepper with precision, his ears feeling a little hot from his confession.

Casimir wasn't the best at confessing his feelings but, still, he wanted to make his intentions clear to his wife so she wouldn't be so insecure.

"Y'think they'd go for it?" Emm bit her lip a little, frown gracing her lips as she tightened her hold on her husband "Go f'r me?"

"My dear, you are a mighty fine specimen of a woman. If they don't go for you, well..." Casimir thought on the plethora of drugs he had in the basement and smiled, his finger tracing the silver sheen of the knife in his hand "I have a plan for that."

"You an' your plans." Emm huffed, her breath ruffling Casimir's locks a little bit.

Casimir just laughed again, all airy and soft, before shrugging her off and returning to slicing and dicing the peppers for the steak dinner he was making "Why don't you go and fix the garage? I know you were in a hurry and you didn't clean up after yourself."

Emm groaned, burying her face into her husband's neck. He reached behind her and, for a second, she thought he'd comfort her somehow. Instead, he thread his fingers into his hair and gave a hard yank, pulling her head up so that her ear was right next to his lips.

"You know how I feel about messes right, my dear?" Emm couldn't properly see Casimir's expression but she could imagine what it was: that wide sadistic smirk he always had when people tested him or when something interested him a bit too much

So, she huffed and rolled her eyes "Fine, fine."

Casimir let go easily enough and she unravelled her arms from around his torso, pulling away from him but not before pressing a kiss against his cheek.

She'd go clean up as fast as she could and then, maybe, she'd go join you and Casimir in preparing dinner.

Casimir watched as Emm left to go deal with her mess, a fond smile on his face.

Unfortunately, the peace was interrupted when he was shoved from the side by that one guy who loved tormenting you.

He remembered this guy's name purely because he hated him so much: Bran. Like the cereal. What an idiot.

Casimir had heard the footsteps so he hadn't been surprised by the shove but he hadn't exactly braced himself either so, when he was pushed against the counter, the knife clattered out of his hand.

It didn't matter. If needed, Casimir had other things he could kill this douche bag with.

Hopefully, he wouldn't have to. Casimir was hoping to bleed this one out and torture him slowly.

Casimir and Emm both noticed the way Bran had stared after you, looking at you like you were an object to be lusted after, like you belonged to Bran, all while he already had a girlfriend.

It definitely disgusted Casimir and he knew that cheating was a sore subject for Emm.

"The fuck are you two talking about?" Bran tried to sound as menacing as possible.

"Nothing." Casimir just smirked as he turned to face the asshole, hoping this man would give him any reason at all to humiliate him "Can I help you?"

"I'm fucking on to you." Bran spat out which, of course, made Casimir feel especially disgusted. "You and your fucking freak wife."

Casimir felt a little bit of his sanity snap when Bran said that specific phrase but he knew he had to hold back "On to me about what exactly?"

"I don't know." The question made Bran back off and the admission made Casimir smirk mockingly at him.

Bran looked like he was about to punch Casimir in the face but, before he could, Casimir took him by the wrist and straightened himself so that he was easily taller than Bran.

"We have helped you, we have sheltered you and we are now about to feed you. I will not have you disrespect me in my own home." Casimir smirked from ear to ear, his eyes boring into Bran's "So, tell me what your problem is with your words, like an adult, or get the hell out of my face."

Casimir could at least give credit to the man: he was fearless. Bran didn't back down. "They're mine."

"Your girlfriend?" Casimir played innocent, all the while his grip on Bran's wrist tightened to the point of being unbearable.

He could see it in Bran's face; the man was wincing and flinching away but the feeble tugs he tried to make were no match for Casimir's grasp.

Still, stubbornly, Bran continued "You know who I'm talking about."

Casimir finally let go "I am quite sure I do not. In any case, neither my wife nor I have any interest in your girlfriend."

"Where is she anyway?" Casimir added, dusting himself off and wiping Bran's spittle off of his skin.

"She's high right now so she's in Chloe and Dirk's room." Bran growled, still as aggressive as before but unable to make a move against Casimir since he was cradling his wrist "Once Chloe and Dirk get back, we're fucking out of here."

"Have fun driving with three wheels." Casimir just turned back to the food, not at all worried about the idiot behind him.

Oh, but Casimir definitely stored this entire event in his mind, knowing for a fact that he'd get his revenge later.

Bran didn't respond but he could hear the moron's thumping steps as he ran up the stairs and slammed one of the doors.

After your dinner with the two them, Casimir watched as you excused yourself and went outside.

Emm looked worried but Casimir didn't have a single doubt in his mind. His plans were absolute and he wouldn't let you escape. He had planned for every single eventuality and he would make sure you were theirs.

"Wait a few minutes before going after her." He said instead, pressing a kiss against her forehead as he started putting the dishes away.

"What about you?" She glanced at him warily.

Casimir simply picked up one of the sheathed knives with a bored expression on his face "I think the other two got high so I better just chloroform them and bring them downstairs."

Emm seemed satisfied by that because she grinned, laughing at Casimir's expression "What kind'a fucked up freaks are we that we get both'red when the killin's all borin'?"

Casimir just clipped the leather knife sheath to his belt loop and stepped towards his wife, kissing her chastely on the lips "Why, my dearest, the best kind, of course."

[jacenotjason]

Bob's Endings - Class of 31 AU

(theres art here I swear dont leave) Alright quick explanation: The class of 31 au doesn't have a cohesive timeline. It has multiple endings and possibilities depending on the characters choices. There are technically 6 endings (out of 12 currently, though I do plan to write more!) involving Bob:

all the characters die

they all survive

only one dies (x4)

these are all the endings where they're murdered. I drew them and gave them a little monologue to go with it like it was a Class of 09 ending. anyways enjoy!!

obvious cw for blood, death, cursing.. all that

RADFORD:

“Have you ever been cold? No, like really cold. So cold that it’s painful. So cold, your fingers turn purple. So cold, your palm gets frozen to the metal floor and you tear off your skin pulling it off. Yeah, that was fun.

Okay, listen, I thought the freezer was a good idea. I was high as hell on Xanax, and when we were all running I knew I couldn’t get far. I could hardly see my own feet, so hiding was my only option. I had two options, the freezer or the garbage chute. I shut off the freezer before I hid in it! Then, it was more like a… moist closet than an actual freezer.

When I heard Bob walk passed it, but not open the door, I thought I was so lucky. Then, the freezer made this sort of… aching sound? I heard the fan turn on and realized he knew full well I was in the freezer.

I don’t know how long it took for my body to actually shut down, I just realized that I couldn’t see my breath anymore, because I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t move, either. Bob watched the whole thing like it was a cinematic masterpiece. The little window on the door frosted over after a while, but I knew he was still out there.

I’m the reason my friends got away. I was putting on a show for the cannibal and they all found an exit. They don’t even care, I know they don’t.”

STREBER:

“Woow, who would’ve guessed? Spending the night in a creepy mansion to play Fuck, Marry, Kill after a cannibal escaped prison was a bad idea?

..[Streber drops the bimbo accent]

I’m kidding. I don’t sound like that.

Dying wasn’t that bad, honestly. The pain of getting my arm ripped off only lasted a second, and it was a little fascinating. Once the adrenaline faded, I mean. It was such a mindfuck. I could still feel my arm attached to me, but I could see it in his hand. It’s just a psychological thing, a ghost limb I’m pretty sure, but fuck it threw me for a loop. I bled out fast, the world went dark and then I was dead.

But.. man, what a shitty way to die, right? In a slutty vampire outfit in an abandoned mansion in a shitty town after saving the lives of guys I don’t even like. Assholes owe their lives to me.

I guess this is a good time to get stuff off my chest. Last words, regrets? Hm…

I regret giving Radford bulimia back in high school. Actually, no that was Kevin’s fault, never mind.

I… regret coming to this house in the first place. No, that doesn’t count.

I regret shoving Kevin off the balcony. Yeah. I saved his life, lost mine, and I bet that apathetic mother fucker doesn’t even care. He’s probably upset that he dislocated his arm, but hey, at least you’re still alive!

…

It’s probably weird to hear me say big words, huh? Hahah...”

ETHAN:

“ ‘The ultimate possession was, in fact, the taking of the life. And then... The physical possession of the remains.’ Ted Bundy.

…I love that quote.

In a way… Murder is a little flattering. If I could speak or move... I’d thank Bob. Life was boring, my death was interesting. It was straight out of a movie.

I was running, and then the platform of my boot awkwardly folded over, causing me to collapse to the floor. My ankle wasn’t even that bad, but I acted like it was completely ruined. I even did the horror movie thing where you scoot away backward, while the killer slowly approaches you, knowing he’s got you cornered.

I was so giddy with endorphins. As much as I wanted to pretend to be scared, I couldn’t help but laugh. I wasn’t scared, I was overjoyed. Like.. like… when you reach the height of a rollercoaster and you know the big drop is coming… Like when you hang upside down on the monkey bars and feel the blood rush to your head! Singing together with all your friends, all our voices cracking in sync as we reach the hallelujah chorus! Bowser casting his big fucking ring of fire and knowing full well you're not going to beat this boss right now but you’re gonna fuckin’ try anyway! Watching my little sister graduate middle school! Halloween!!

Feeling the cold steel plunge into your abdomen.. feeling your blood drip onto the floor and knowing it's never getting out. Hearing that your body was never found, and only you and your killer know where it is…

It’s flattery. It’s empowering, it’s art… on a certain level, it’s so fucking rad…

..

I’m glad the others got away. I was the only victim... I was special.”

KEVIN:

“Watching your dad kill himself kind of fucks you up.

I don’t know what happened. I just.. Stopped running. I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t cornered, I just… stopped running from him.

When he found me, I just stared at him. His whole sadistic thing just disappeared… He stared at me, too. If I had the energy, I probably would’ve opened my arms in surrender, but instead, I just stood there with my arms to the side. He got the memo, though…

We were inches apart, and I wasn't scared. I wasn't scared of the murderer looking straight into my eyes.

What fucked me up is just how upset he looked. A murderer, a cannibalistic murderer was staring into my eyes and he looked terrified of me.

After that, he sort of…nudged me against a wall. He didn't shove me or grab me, he just sort of waved me against it and I followed. He slit my throat easily. It was a quick slash, and I was dead. It didn't feel like this was for him. He didn't kill me because he wanted to or because he wanted to eat me. Maybe that's how it started, but it felt like… a mercy kill.

He didn't do anything with my body, either. He let me slide to the floor, then left.

…

I hope there are therapists in the afterlife.. or like a 4chan message board I can rant on, because what the fuck does this mean.”

one day i will have the courage to share the ending doc ok today is not that day

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Coriolanus Snow completes another kill; takes place after TBOSAS.

Coriolanus held his child in his arms, trying to quell the sorrow of his heart. The baby possessed light blue eyes and blonde ringlets that tempted you to twirl them around your finger. It was too early to tell now, but it seemed as if the boy had inherited none of his mother’s traits. Good.

If you had told Coriolanus a decade ago that he’d be president of Panem and married to Livia Cardew, he would’ve been shocked, but not because of the former. Sure, he had been poverty-ridden, but he was intelligent, and that scholarship would’ve catapulted him to University as one of the finest prospects of the Academy. His family was an old name in the Capitol; would it really be so shocking for him to become President? They’d been calling him future president at home since he was around 10. No, the shock was that he’d stoop so low as to marry that…vile old hag. Entitled egotistical sadistic bitch. God, he abhorred her. He had determined that marrying her would assure that his spouse would never be able to affect him, never be able to make him lose control like…she had.

He couldn’t even think her name in his mind, desiring to forget her, but her lovely visage came to his mind anyway.

Breathe. Breathe.

Coryo willed the image to fade. Willed himself to forget that fateful day in the woods and return to the present. Unfortunately, Coriolanus had made one serious miscalculation: marrying someone you thoroughly despised meant you would constantly be…annoyed. He preferred the annoyance to the intensity of his previous relationship, but he’d rather not feel anything at all. Marriage and children were good for his image, but now he knew marriage was a curse. Relationships were a mistake. One should strive to be content on one’s own and not seek solace in others; they’ll only destroy you.

He could not even bring himself to bed her without bringing another woman’s image to his mind (though he still refused to speak her name), for he knew if his mind felt he were having sex with Livia Cardew, his very bones would wither with disgust. As soon as she came down with child, Coriolanus had stopped all intimate relations, leaving her to wander about and stay far, far away from him. Unfortunately, even the idea of her existence irritated him to no end. When he saw bills indicating she had spent his money, his mind filled with rage, remember those days he was starving, nary a cent to his name, and that horrid bimbo had laughed at his orphaned state. What a hypocrite; she hadn’t even hesitated to marry him when he’d proposed.

He hadn’t bothered with courting her; he hadn’t even bought a ring. A couple of years out of University, he’d simply asked her point blank to marry him.

“We were well-suited for each other. Two families of noble blood united as o-“ He hadn’t even finished his sentence when she had began squealing. “Yes! Yes yes yes! I can’t wait to go tell momma!” She had leapt into his arms, and it took all of Coriolanus’s willpower not to cringe away from her, to lightly pat her back and act overjoyed to be getting married.

How could one person be so disgusting? Coriolanus was starting to think that maybe the cannibal would’ve been a more suitable choice for a bride. Well, too late. She’d already given him a child. She had served her purpose. She could now serve a greater purpose by making him look sympathetic and more loved by the Capitol. He went to his cabinet and pulled out the familiar substance. Poison: simple but effective. He had advised her to use it in the Hunger Games and he had not wavered since. Why fix what isn’t broken? Smiling, he poured wine into two glasses, putting the poison in one while also adding a little bit to his own cup. However, he kept the antidote on him. Oh, he couldn’t contain his joy that he’d soon be rid of Livia at last. The woman, of course, liked to think that everything was about her, so Coriolanus obliged her, flattering her sensibilities. “Why are you so excited, Coryo?” The twisted psychopath asked brightly, scarfing down garlic bread like an animal. Had she no decorum? Even with not a penny to his name, Coriolanus had carried himself with grace. And that name…

That name is not for you. Only family can call me that. Like Grandma’am and Tigris. And Lucy Gray.

Her name in his thoughts was like a punch to the gut. He tried to keep the memories from flooding him, but they came all the same, haunting him one after another-

A practiced smile formed on his face. “Just overjoyed to see my beautiful wife.” Lie lie lie. He was never happy to see her. And her twisted, pointed little face would never be beautiful. Not like hers.

Coriolanus handed her the heavily poisoned glass of wine, controlling the wild glee from showing in his face. Livia was a greedy drinker; she’d likely consume it all in one gulp and die very quickly. Coriolanus primly took a small sip of his, wincing at the poison. He looked over at Livia. Sure enough, she had fallen to the ground, convulsing. Coriolanus stepped around the glass shards, bending over his wife. “What do you think, wife? Am I still that orphaned loser from that playground?” Her mouth began to foam, and she could not form words, only stare at him in wide eyed horror. Coryo spat in her face. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare bestow the same fate as me upon my child.” He pulled out the antidote and took a small swig. “He’ll have me to look after him.” He got on his knees and let his lips hover just above hers as he crooned, “Snow lands on top.”

Then her heart stopped beating. His 12th kill. Once he was sure she was dead, he cried for help. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP HERE!” His own lips had swelled up from the small amount of poison he’d consumed, so no one would dare suspect him. He was the President, anyhow. His word was law. The Peacekeepers rushed into the room. Coriolanus knew the routine. “President, are you alright?” Coriolanus nodded, channeling the agonized husband. “Not me-help my wife-help her-please-“

Some might call him a monster, but Livia had tormented him practically since birth, and her parents had been perfectly happy to sit on their money while countless others starved. She deserved this. If Coriolanus said it, it was correct. He was the President, which meant one thing: he was judge, jury, and executioner. Even his son was silent through it all, happily sleeping in his crib. As if he too knew that he was better off without the pathetic excuse for a woman that birthed him. He would make the perfect heir to his legacy. To continue their tradition.

Snow lands on top.

[lobotomaxi]

Using cannibalism as a metaphor for love is good.

Using cannibalism as a metaphor for pure devotion and bodily desire is better

but nothing comes above using cannibalism as a way to leave subliminal spiteful/horny messages to your patient lover

[anonymous-dentist]

originally, I was really invested in the Federation being chaotic and badly organized inside but Perfect from the outside.

With the theory that Cucucorucho went missing and Ositio Bimbo (the one Jaiden trained) was left in charge, it made sense that everything went to shit! There is a spreading disease, a cannibal on the loose, and their newest projects Mini-Me's and AI Cucoruchito are not working right!

Just get the islanders to someplace else and we can fix it, now the islanders are missing! SHIT!

When the winner of purgatory didn't matter, that's when it started to be "railroading."

I honestly think the writers chickened out, fearing the audience's reaction if their fave egg didn't come back right away because q!whoever cheated at the death game.

It was a rushed ending: the wheel, the earthquake, even the nuke timer!

Imagine how interesting this arc would’ve been if there was any. Interesting bits

[bucket-barnes]

Descendants characters and what I think their favorite songs are:

Mal- anything by Måneskin, but specifically la fine because it goes hard as fuck and Mal feels like someone who would head bang

Evie- I’m really pretty by Chrissy Chlepecka. Is Evie a badass business woman? Yes, but she is also really pretty and wears it like a badge of honor

Jay- Jay also likes Måneskin, but vibes more with their less aggressive songs. His favorite is the driver

Carlos- AJR, Carlos likes AJR. Specifically his favorite songs are dear winter and inertia

Uma- also someone who likes to head bang, but not in the aggressive way Mal does. Uma rocks out to sea shanties and lesbian pop music. Her favorites are Bones by Sail North and Henrietta Hudson by Megagonefree

Harry- HARRY IS A CHRISSY. CHLEPECKA. GIRLY. Harry absolutely vibes to Affection and I’m so hot because that’s just his personality to a T. He is also partial to cannibal by Naethan Apollo and Kim Petras’s Slut pop…nuff said

Gil- pretty boy by Naethan Apollo, no explanation needed

Ben- Ben likes showtunes, if he was willing to perform a do-op cover of be our guest, he likes showtunes. He really vibes with the greatest showman, specifically from now on

I think these are all perfectly accurate. Harry Hook 100% listens to Bimbo slut pop, I will take no criticisms on this fact

[apollos-boyfriend]

i dont watch qsmp but i used to watch cellbit and like. what the hell is going on. qcellbit is a cannibal??? hes a mcyt sexyman???? hes ascended outside of the brazilian community? who is cucurucho and why does he hate brazilian people. also unrelated but theres an arg? huh???? what is going on there man

okay okay one at a time

the cannibalism isn't new! i think it stems from tazercraft's fuga impossivel as his character was (i think?) a cannibal there! part of qcellbit's backstory stems from that video, as well as other stuff like his and bad's hunger games video, making qcellbit have a whole lot of war crimes under his belt

mans gave us an exhausted, scruffy conspiracy theorist who's also a father and constantly tormented by the Horrors. what were we supposed to do. not sexyman him??

he has! he's especially been adopted by the hispanic community bc of his and roier's dynamic. bitches love him for his unhinged conspiracy swag

cucurucho, aka osito bimbo, aka the census bureau, is one of the main (current) antagonists of the qsmp! it doesn't hate brazilians/the players, per se, but it has a task of keeping them confined to the island. it's specifically been tormenting cellbit + a few others because of their attempts to dig up the truth/get off of the island

yep! qsmp studios started an arg that runs parallel to the smp itself. nothing's truly come out of it yet as it's still in the process of being solved, but cellbit especially has been a leading force of it due to being Absolutely Deranged about mysteries

[callsign-bunnie]

Will Write and Won't Write list

Alright, so I've been doing this for a bit and I've found some things I'm not willing to write at all and some things I'd prefer to write more.

IF IT IS NOT ON THE RED LIGHT LIST, GO AHEAD AND ASK FOR IT BECAUSE CHANCES ARE IT IS SOMETHING NEW THAT I DIDN'T CONSIDER

Anyway, I'm using the Red Light, Yellow Light, Green Light go method.

Red Light (Will not write at all, Hard Limit)

Children. Anything to do with children.

Pedophilia, incest, zoophilia, necrophilia

Furries

Immobilization

Cheating unless the cheating ends with them getting together with the third OR they are meant to recover from the cheating, even there, we may have to discuss that one first

ValeriaxAlejandro. Personal comfort, I don't hate the ships

Death where there is no comfort

Rape with no comfort (If you're confused, just ask)

Bottom Graves, I am not explaining

DDLG/Ageplay/ABDL

Bimbo-ization

Petplay

Cageplay

Slaveplay

Raceplay

Genderbending

Overwhelmingly Depressing Stuff (If you are confused, ask)

Degradation

Gangrape

Alpha/Alpha pairings

Yellow List (Maybe I don't like it but may write it if the prompt is good enough, or if we discuss it in DMs or maybe I'm just hesitant to write it)

Pregnancy

Rape/Noncon with comfort or a love dynamic

Feminization/Forceful feminization

Dead Dove Don't Eat

Cannibalization (This is a discuss in DMs first, only.)

Pass around fics (This needs a very specific prompt)

Green List (Love to write)

Arranged marriage

Arranged marriage between royalty in ABO

ABO

Hurt/Comfort

Perceived unrequited love (bonus points if it has that juicy FWB dynamic, yes I am willing to write it again)

Hybrid animal/human

Fantasy aspects (Fantasy ABO is so fantastic)

Primal

Reverse harem (no rape aspect)

BDSM

Comfort

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our collective identities....

(if you've coinned these and want credit in this post, send a reply, ask, or dm regarding it and which one[s] specifically) :D

Otherkins;

- fallen-angelkin

 - caninekin(specifically doberman)

Xenogenders; 

- angelboy; a term related to angels & boy, like being a boy who's an angel, being a boy in an angel way, feeling as if your boyhood connects with angels, etc. 

- schooldoodlic;  a gender related to doodling on school work papers and/or your homework.

- humanthing; a gender relating to feeling like a human but not, as if you know you're human but you don’t feel human. you feel separated from your human identity and you feel comforted / more comfortable being seen as a thing &&/or non-human better.

- idontfuckingknowgendee; a gender related to when you DON'T KNOW what you are and you DON'T KNOW what everyone is doing and NOT UNDERSTANDING anything and WTF IS GOING ON.

- amareale; a gender which is related to daydreaming about / yearning about love & affection ; it doesn’t nessecarily have to be romantic love and is inclusive of all types of love ( platonic for example ).

- unholylexic; a gender  relating  to  the  word  unholy  and  /  or  being  unholy.

- boyprincess;  gender relating to being a boy that’s feminine in a princess way — or being a boy that is a princess; a boyprincess!

- sleepyboy; a gender related to sleepiness/sleepy themes. examples can be, but aren't limited to purples/blues, the moon/the night sky, and the word(?) " Zzz " as things related to sleepiness. you do not nessecarily have to be a boy/identify as masc to use this label!

- inpurifut; a gender that was once pure but is now filled and covered with impurities of all kind. It is now dirty and degraded.

-  angelcreature;  a creaturegender related to creatures and angels, such as being an angel and a creature. its devil related counterpart would be devilcreature.

- lovelazic; a gender that is related to being lazy and tired but also soft and in love.

- impurnalcraveic; a gender that is related to yearning for impurity & unholiness, like a being who wishes to be cruel & infernal.

- divinehoardic; a term for when you collect identities related to heavenly & divine things.

- animagauditraitic; a gender related to being excited and happy, but in an animalistic way (like a dog spinning and jumping around when they see their owner). 

- huesominix; a gender related to " sleepy " colors like colors often associated with sleepiness such as cold blues and purples.

- liminalsnowic; a xenogender that feels cold, lost, but also nostalgic in an odd way.

- galianl; a gender related to having space in your head, instead of a brain your head is just made up of stars and galaxies! Can also be related to being spacey and zoned out, always in a daze, having large intricate thoughts!

- nonhumanmasc; a gender related to being transmasc in a way that's disconnected from "human" perception of gender in an inherently nonhuman way!

- horrorsime; A DATIN gender related to dating sims with horror qualities. Examples could be DDLC, Boyfriend To Death, NEEDY STREAMER OVERLOAD, etc. This gender has themes of gore, violence, love (any kind), obsession, lovesickness, yandere tropes, etc. 

- purevencraveic; a gender that is related to yearning for purity and holiness, like a being who wishes to be kind and heavenly.

- bimboy; when  you  are  a  bimbo  in  a  boy  /  masc  way  !

- latenightgender; a gender related to staying up late/being up at ungodly hours .

- horroriune; a gender related to being horror in it's truest/purest form, like being a true personification of horror for example.

- coreapatchic; a gender that is related to patching up one's heart, sticking one's heart back together, healing from a past experience & patching up the empty spaces in one's heart.

- carnimeange; a gender related to angels, carnivorous tendencies, meat, cannibalism and blood. A carnivorous angel, an angel who's a carnivore and eats meat or flesh. 

- horrorfacadic; a gender connected to the idea of sweetness that presents itself in a horror-like way. an example would be a horrifying monster that is actually quite kind.

- godmascform; a gender related to Gods who biologically do not have a gender but choose to present themselves as masculine! or being a God with no biological gender but choosing to present as masculine!

- deathidol; a gender related to idols and death. Could be the concept itself ; being a grim reaper / angel of death ; being undead ; a ghost who was once an idol / an idol performs as a ghost ; etc. 

- moirvengelic; a gender related to being an angel that has fallen before accomplishing its goal.

- losergender; a gender that feels like, well, a loser. this can be in the form of loser tropes (nerds, weak presenting people, outcasts, etc) or an unexplainable connection to being a “loser”!

- voidwolfic; a gender that feels like a lost wolf, being stuck in the void, unsure of where or who you are.

- digitallover; a gender related to being a digital lover ; a lover that is digital. that can be being sentient code, an ai that is a lover, a character in a game that is a lover, etc …

- existinaught; gender that feels like being a liminal existiance ; existing but at the same time not existing.

- scarconnectic; a gender that feels connected to scars, wounds that never fully heal, etc. in a physical way but also an emotional way.

- stompybootic; a gender related to big stompy goth boots. This could mean one gets gender euphoria from wearing big stompy goth boots, their gender feels like a pair of big stompy goth boots in some way, etc.

- luxteneic; a gender that sometimes feels dark, grim, and/or corrupt, and other times light, sweet, and/or pure.

- dramatigender; a  gender  where  one  gets euphoria  from  being  or  acting dramatic  in  a  theatrical  sense  ,  similar  to  romantic  drama  , mystery  drama  ,  etc.

- fantluzne; a gender related to ghosts/spirits, feelings of fear and hesitation, hallways and (flickering) lightbulbs!

- dontbitequoteic; a gender related to the quote “I don’t bite”.

- ketergender; a term that describes a gender that either cannot be reliably contained or otherwise poses an inimical threat to humanity , and / or a gender related to keter class SCPs , or the concept of them . 

- horrgrimmium; a xenogender thats related to Monsters, Cryptids, scary legends, horror mysterious, a gender that can only be contextualized as nature thats eerie, unnerving or "icky" to the majority.

- bloodypawic; a xenogender identity for when your gender feels like it has bloody paw prints, this gender feels scary and dark.

- dogkillgender; a xenogender associated with, having a strong connection to, or being a dog who kills, the gnashing and biting of teeth, or being a evil dog. It was made as an extension/subversion of doggender, but one does not need to be doggender to be dogkillgender.

- killoveic; a gender related to using murder/killing as a metaphor for love, devotion and loyalty. May be related to killing for your loved one(s) and dark psychological novels/manga.

- canilovin; a gender relating to cannibalism as a metaphor for love

- traitblur; a label for being unable to differentiate your identity from your interests, due to neurodivergency or other reasons.

- affectideric; a gender connected to wanting affection in a nonhuman way. E.g. ; wanting affection in a puppy way, a demon way, ect.

- devongelic; a gender related to being an angel completely devoted to whom you serve , even if it means risking your angelhood and falling. It is the embodiment of pure devotion , obsession , and lovesickness ( Not necessarily romantic ). Only seeing the one you serve and feeling apathetic to all else. Also related to hunger , predator-prey relationships , and the phrase : “ Love makes you crazy.”

- failgender; a gender for people who a) failed the gender orientation; b) consider themselves to be fails in pathetic ways; c) sad little wet things .

- angelmortuic; a gender related to being an angel who feels comfort when in graveyards. May also be related to the morute aesthetic.

- decorruptica; a gender that presents as honest and pure but is actually corrupt and full of lies.

- psychoanatamic; a gender that is deeply connected to and could be accurately described with psychological and body horror.

- rotboy; a neurogender in which your gender is related to rot ) rotting and being a boy , a boy who's rotting && how it can connect to your mental health

- holycannibal; a gender relating to both being holy and cannibalism. can also be related to religion in general, feeling like a divine being, ect. cannibalism can be metaphorical or literal.

- uncannyboy; a term / gender in which one is a boy in an eldritch sense, whose true face is horrifying and grotesque but is also simply a boy.

- feelinchangic ; a gender that is fluid and depends on your feelings / interests / aesthetics

- creepthedric; a xenogender that is related to churches, basilicas, and other religious buildings in an unsettling, horror-esque way. this may include haunted churches, abandoned cathedrals, or any of the such in an eerie setting.

- crucifingelic; a gender relating to being an angel hung upon a cross , being a crucified angel && having your holiness stripped from you via a traumatic event . The user may feel a strong connection with crucifixes , rosaries , crowns made of thorns && broken or damaged angel wings .

- bloodwaterquotic; a gender that relates to the quote / saying, “blood is thicker than water”.

- lycurtrans; a gender that feels as if it is a beast lurking under the skin. this gender may feel hungry, carnivorous, feral, and angry, and is often connected to dogs, wolves, and werewolves. - mascppear; a min ( masculine - in - nature ) xenogender that fades out of existence once there is no longer any attention on it.

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Cannibal bimbo

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Introducing: My Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss self-insert! His name is Maxwell Silverhammer! art by: @huitunkuutti (please commission them, he gave me some of the best customer service i've ever had) Detailed info under the cut: CW: Murder, cannibalism, ritual sacrifice, self harm, and cult related imagery

Maxwell is a sheep demon, inspired significantly by Razzle and Dazzle. He's a bimbo of a man, a total hopeless romantic and local mary sue. He was born in in 1906, and died in 1938, dying when he was only 32 years old.

Maxwell is Stolas' old boyfriend from when he was a teen. Stolas met him during his first visit to the human world for his job. Maxwell was still alive during this time, working as a candymaker for his parents. Both of them were about fourteen at the time, and instantly fell in love and had a years-long secret demon/human love affair behind Stella's back.

While Maxwell was alive, his father deeply disapproved of his relationship with the human-disguised Stolas, which caused a severe argument that resulted in Maxwell murdering his father and boiling his body in the large candymaking pots to get rid of it. He used the resulting various goos to turn into candy for his business. Since Maxwell felt no remorse, and justified his father's murder as being "for love', he continued to kill into is adulthood. He often dismembered the bodies to use as ritual sacrifices to summon his demon boyfriend to come visit him more often. He wasn't the brightest, so these only worked sometimes, often usually just summoning a lowly imp or other lesser demon. In fact, he was so not-good at this, that he accidentally opened a major artiery when trying to add his own blood to the ritual, panicked and bled out, becoming the metaphorical sacrificial lamb to summon his beloved.

Due to his repeated cannibalistic tendencies, and being from the 1920s, he fit right in with Cannibal Town working with Rosie who later became his best friend. Rosie introduced him to her best friend, Alastor, who hit it off with him and they became queerplatonic partners.

After booking a gig as a private dessert chef at the Goetia castle, that's where he finally finds his childhood love, and they reunite lovingly. Stolas very unsubtly cheats on Stella with Maxwell, causing their divorce. Maxwell and Stolas are happily married shortly after.