#Eaten alive tw

[coffeecryptidz]

Merry bloody Christmas!

Ngl, that giant cat who eats people for not getting any clothes from Christmas is underrated sjhskzhbafhdhbulhdsaIDUFLd.

(Don't tag this as vore plz. This is not a fetish art and I am a minor)

[imbeingtauntedbyachild]

Thinking abt that one dude who set up a tent near some bears when they're getting ready for hibernation with his gf and didn't bring any bear spray and btw during this time bears get really fucking aggressive but he was all "oh it's fine I've been doing this for years"

Major death and being eaten alive tw

When they found his tent they found his and his gfs dead bodies half eaten

And the reason we know they were eaten is because his camera caught it all, for the whole 6 minutes before he died you could hear his screams of agony at being eaten alive. Bears don't just wait for you to die and then start eating nonono

And his girlfriend kept screaming and screaming so when the bear was done with him it moved onto her

The people and police decided not to release the footage to the public in respect for the families

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1284

CW: captivity, being eaten alive.

The chef kneaded the dough between their hands with expertise, preparing a big loaf of bread. Behind them, muffled sounds of struggling sounded. They turned around with a cocked eyebrow. "Oh, you're awake."

"Mmm! Mm-hmm-rmmm!" the tied-up person mumbled through the cloth gag, looking at the other human in terror.

The chef scoffed. "Sorry, pal, but I ain't letting you out." They went back to their work, checking to see if the furnace was hot enough yet.

"Mmmm!"

"Nope. You almost killed the Master's child, pal. I don't know what you were expecting, to be honest," Chef said, sparing the hunter a glance. "I'd say you're lucky to still be alive, but," they shrugged, "I don't know if becoming the dinner for a vampire colony is all that lucky.

"The ones here can eat flesh too, you know? You're in for a bad time."

Somehow, the hunter managed to shake their gag off and begged, "P-Please! W-We're both humans! I-I can help you get out of here!"

The chef turned to them with an annoyed look. "Who said I wanted to leave? I'm safe here from rogue monsters and from weirdos like you."

[weird-an]

Billy is a lot of things according to Neil.

A loser, a girl, a freeloader, faggot. He wishes Neil is wrong about him.

But whenever he sees Steve Harrington he feels hot and cold at the same time, he can't take his eyes off him and he talks trash only to get an annoyed look and that's all he wants. For Steve to see him.

It's wrong, he knows, his dad tells him every day, he hears it on the TV and at school, so he goes on a million of dates with girls that are really pretty and nice. He should care about them, but he just can't like them the way he likes Steve.

Steve who rolls his eyes at Billy's trash talk, who pushes back when Billy shoves against him, who dated Nancy Wheeler and who probably doesn’t think about Billy all the time.

So Neil is right and if he's right about that thing then he's right about all the other things, too. His words are bitter poison, slowly killing Billy a little every day.

It's the first day of summer and Harrington rolls up at school, wearing his aviators and jeans cut offs, dark chest hair peeking out of his red shirt. He's already got a bit of a tan and there's the hint of a stubble on his cheeks. He's so fucking perfect, Billy wants to scream and to bowl him over, bash his face in until he isn't pretty anymore.

Harrington doesn’t go inside though. He comes up to Billy, like he hasn't yelled at him last week on the court. Fucking pretentious asshole.

"You wanna skip?" he asks, casually, like Billy is a chick he knows he's going to bang tonight.

"Why would I hang out with you?" Billy drawls.

If smugness has a name, it is called Steve Harrington. He grins, all bleached teeth and perfectly cut hair.

"Because you won't stop staring at me," he simply says like this observation isn't all of Billy's fears and Neil's slur bundled together.

"I'm not fucking staring." Billy tries to get away from Neil's words, because all he can think is about the acid eating him up from the inside.

Harrington's fingers are on his chin, a light push.

"Let's go to the lake," he murmurs, every word dripping with promises he has never said. "No one is going to find out."

The worst thing is that Neil is right about him, but Billy doesn’t want to change. Billy can't run away, because he wants to stay where he is.

"I'm driving," Billy says. Just because he agrees to come with him, doesn't mean the other is in charge.

"Of course you are," Harrington coos, fingers still on Billy's skin. His voice is so sweet, syrup drowning Neil's words.

[sluggybasson107]

Image Description: A digital drawing of Lopmon's dark evolution in bad lighting. They stare directly in the camera with a ripped up green jacket and dead hand sticking out of their mouth. Blood stains their fur and horn at the top of its head. Their mouth is slightly open with their dead stare expression. The background is black. End Image Description.]

Day 6 of @surviveweek: Loss

[imjustalazycat]

some nice expensive sushi <333

[westeroslive]

with  the  castamere’s  success,  something  green  and  ugly  blooms  within  the  hearts  of  many.  the  last  of  her  family,  the  last  of  this  generation  that  would  be  allowed  within  the  dragonpits  for  their  chance  to  claim  a  dragon,  and  yet  not  the  last  valyrian  of  her  generation.  no,  so  many  stand  amidst  the  crowd  watching  as  the  burnt  emerald  creature  landed  ahead  of  them,  torn  silver  wings  propelling  it  forward,  with  long  trampled  envy  revving  up  within  them.

  still,  the  party  carries  on  and  the  envious  remain  silent  in  their  anger  -  some  considering  speaking  upon  it,  others  preparing  to  push  it  back  down  -  and  three,  putting  a  plot  into  action.

  a  trio  enters  the  pits,  but  only  one  survives  them.

  the  first  holds  within  him  the  feeling  of  entitlement  -  for  he  knows  what  he  deserves  and  will  get  it  no  matter  the  cost.  he  had  long  ago  been  refused  even  the  chance  to  request  entrance  into  the  pits,  and  in  the  time  that  had  passed  since  he’d  let  the  envy  thicken  and  rot  until  it  had  fought  against  his  ability  to  see  reason  in  the  face  of  the  castamere  maiden’s  success.  his  entrance  into  the  pits,  flanked  on  either  side  by  a  friend  and  a  protector  respectfully,  is  marked  by  no  applause  as  has  been  done  early  that  very  day.  instead  there  is  quiet,  only  the  soft  echoes  of  rustling  deep  within. 

the  further  they  enter,  the  more  determined  one  becomes,  the  more  unsure  the  next  and  the  more  vigilant  the  third.    

  the  torches  in  hand  grow  vital,  for  how  dark  the  tunnels  become  with  even  the  hints  of  daylight  gone  from  within  them.  a  noise  ahead,  voices,  mark  their  change  in  route  -  taking  a  path  more  maintained  than  the  others.  at  its  end  lies  a  serpentine  creature  of  spiny  azure  scales  and  burned  crimson  accents,  fast  asleep  within  its  place.  their  movement  casts  the  light  of  the  torches  upon  it  and  its  broad  body,  unweathered  by  time  -  reveals  ridged  horns.  their  movement  does  more  than  reveal  it  -  waking  the  youthful  beast  as  it  casts  its  large  silver  eyes  upon  the  trio.

  while  two  step  back  from  it’s  gaze  -  the  first  is  presumptuous,  foolhardy  in  his  beliefs  of  his  divine  right  to  claim  a  dragon.  he  moves  closer  -  hand  reached  out  to  at  long  last  lay  flesh  to  scaled  beast.  

  fire  cannot  kill  a  dragon,  but  the  first  -  the  lord  jacaerys  velaryon  -  is  no  dragon.  perhaps  in  another  life  he  might’ve  been,  but  the  blood  within  his  veins  carries  the  salt  of  the  oceans  -  not  the  brimstone  of  his  ancestors.   thus,  when  the  great  beast's  jaw  opens  -  flames  bursting  forth  -  he  stands  not  a  chance  against  it.

  in  the  end  all  that  remains  of  the  jacaerys  velaryon  is  the  signet  ring  of   valyrian  steel  that  had  belonged  to  the  ruling  lords  of  the  driftmark  for  generations. 

  the  second  can  only  stand  in  abject  horror  and  watch  as  the  flames  grow  close,  biting  at  them  and  scorching  their  flesh.  their  pained  screams  echo  off  the  walls  -  yet  the  lord  garlan  rowan  does  not  die.

  but  the  third’s  pursuit  was  not  so  self  righteous  -  for  they  held  no  vision  of  their  divine  right  by  blood  to  the  dragons  or  desire  to  accompany  their  friend  in  this  task.  while  they’d  accompanied  the  others  with  pretty  words,  their  great  weapon  carried  with  them  with  promises  to  protect  their  companions  should  the  dragons  prove  dangerous,  they’d  held  in  their  mind  a  daring  (  if  potentially  fatal  )  plot  and  the  velaryon’s  death  would  only  prove  their  motif.  

it’s  almost  a  mercy  killing  when  they  cast  blade  to  flesh  -  for  how  they  can  bear  to  hear  the  lord  garlan’s  cries  no  longer  -  and  he’d  never  survive  the  trip  to  a  maester.  

  mark  slashing  young  lord's  throat  is  jagged  -  imperfectly  perfect  as  it  resembles  sharp  claws  of  the  winged  serpent  -  calculated  on  behalf  of  the  last  standing  of  the  trio.  the  young  boy  just  a  casualty  of  war  against  the  dragonlords,  the  seed  that  will  plant  a  rebellion  and  bring  forth  a  new  dawn,  sacrifices  are  needed  -  and  the  third  will  not  martyr  themself,  not  when  other's  fit  in  their  grand  scheme.

  member  of  the  queensguard  will  be  the  last  offering  to  the  gods,  sanguine  staining  the  stones  of  the  dragonpit  deep  crimson,  their  screams  of  pain  are  heard  over  the  festivities  ⸺  screeches  cut  through  the  bone  that  it  summons  guests  to  view  the  spectactle.  and  all  his  fellow  soldiers  will  find  is  his  half  -  eaten  body,  and  his  valyrian  steel  sword  piercing  through  the  dragon's  heart.  instant  kill,  last  act  of  defiance  before  he  is  beheaded  in  the  most  gruesome  way  possible  (  it's  you  and  me  he  decided  when  the  talons  wrapped  around  frame  ).  a  hero's  death,  finally  recognition  beyond  the  grave  ⸻  what  a  lie,  oh  what  a  lie  whispers  number  three  as  they  enjoy  their  wine.

  little  birds  -  sneaky  creatures,  slithering  swift  like  the  reptilian  creatures  lurking  in  the  crevices  of  the  pit,  have  already  informed  the  master  of  whisperers  of  the  events  in  the  darkness  away  from  the  blue  skies.  disclosed  reports  overheard  by  servants  as  rumours  start  to  form,  everyone  knows  everything  but  no  one  knows  the  truth  -  her  highness  the  queen  has  no  other  choice  but  to  set  matters  straight.  an  unfortunate  accident  of  a  too  cavalier  lord  trying  to  claim  what  is  not  his  by  birthright  -  a  heroic  knight  of  her  own  queensguard  saving  the  day,  and  a  half  grown  boy  who  only  wanted  to  please  his  friend,  there  was  nothing  that  could  be  done.  the  valyrian  steel  signet  ring,  she  gives  to  the  family  of  her  fallen  guard  -  token  of  appreciation  for  his  heroic  deed,  trying  to  save  an  innocent  and  a  traitor  against  the  crown.  for  the  queen,  all  matters  were  now  resolved  ⸻  not  for  her  trustworthy  councilors.

OUT  OF  CHARACTER:  THE  CLAIMING

a  popular  vote  within  small  council  led  to  the  queen's  decision  to  continue  the  celebrations  in  honor  of  lady  margaery  -  the  hand  of  the  queen  and  his  wife,  however,  retreated  to  their  personal  tower  in  the  castle.  her  highness  the  queen  then  announced  the  news  of  the  events  but  word  had  already  started  to  spread,  meaning  some  nobles  might  have  heard  whispers  from  the  shadows  already.  after  her  speech  mourning  the  loss  of  lives  and  praising  her  queensguard  for  saving  the  day,  she  retreats  to  her  own  quarters.  the  feast  continues  alas  in  a  more  somber  atmosphere  as  the  guests  dwindle  down  -  the  death  of  multiple  nobles  too  upsetting  to  stomach,  many  eye  the  newly  -  claimed  dragon  warily  -  afraid  to  be  the  next  dragon  snack.  

with  this  our  event  concludes,  old  threads  can  continue  with  no  reference  to  these  events.  any  new  threads  must  be  post  -  plot  drop  reveal  as  life  continues  in  the  light  of  the  deaths  of  lord  velaryon,  lord  garlan,  the  queensguard,  and  the  dragon.    

keep  your  eyes  open  on  the  npc  blog,  we  will  be  treating  you  guys  to  the  final  pièce  de  résistance  of  the  claiming  ...  a  showdown  of  the  ages.

[quietwingsinthesky]

when jack kills lucifer, he eats him, because he is grieving and desperate and needs to. when jack kills god, he eats him, because he’s still family and lucifer would have wanted to.

[chasingfictions]

more yellowjackets + textposts

[notbecauseofvictories]

anyway how’s everybody doing. I’m drunk on a beach and won an argument by knowing about licensure laws and the corporate practice of medicine doctrine so vacation is nice actually

[hungry-skeleton]

Walking into the woods alone that are rumored to have a creature that eats people alive with its horrifying stomach mouth is definitely a smart thing to do 👍

Reblogs > Likes

[l3m-ntwo]

I have some thoughts about the thing on qBad's head actually might be being an injury

[poisonousquinzel]

Harley and her babies in her anniversary special y'all 🥺💞

✧

Harley Quinn 30th Anniversary Special (2022-) #1 "How To Train Your Hyena"

Written By: Stephanie Phillips • Artist: Riley Rossmo

[thefaearealwaysamongyou]

Does anyone else have secret cringe AU's in their head that they refuse to talk about but write about privately in docs and think 'I deserve to be shot in the back of the head for this' while trying to shake all the brainworms out

[apricote]

suddenly i miss my grandma so much