#hunger verse

[saintsebastiensbf]

Herbert Mason, Gilgamesh : A Verse Narrative

[0luna123]

[bunmuffin]

HUNGER GAMES FNAF SB Y/NVERSE TW: BLOOD AND DEATH

Bunch of moots got together and decided to throw our y/ns into a hunger games simulator with some of the animatronics Wanted to draw out Security’s slow decent into madness and then ultimately having the most anticlimactic death

The Y/Ns Security-san and Staff-san - Me Uno and Sugarsnap - @joyfullyacat Viper - @tuzesdays Dakota - @darkxsoulzyx Charlie - @cacaocheri

[everlarksquell]

the way that the great war is the taylor swift song where everlark everlarked the most they’ve ever everlarked in a song should actually be studied.

[definitelynotshouting]

oh hunger au pre-canon s6 oneshot im halfway finished editing we're really in it now

[ladybirdswritings]

i wanna write a superrr dark and steamy miguel fic where he goes full wanda maximoff and steals the reader into his own universe to keep for himself,, would u all eat that up? 💔

no because imagine how hungry he’d be for her. she’s human, he’s not but he has to have her and he CAN—

[crimeronan]

there are literally incalculable meta posts i could make about the silt verses (it’s one of those stories where i have thoughts about Every Damn Line) but tonight i’m thinking about how..... DELICIOUSLY it sets up and then subverts your worldbuilding expectations.

if you haven’t listened yet. consider this mini essay my pitch. (or rather one of many pitches.)

because you start with this narrative episode about two members of an outlawed religion seeking other members of their faith, and they’re both compelling and sympathetic and layered narrators, but also. one is describing a childhood built on drowning and torturing people to death and the other is delighted by sacrificial corpses and horrific apparitions of eldritch nonsense and you’re like, “okay, yeah, this is a horror podcast. i can pretty damn well see why your religion is outlawed jesus FUCK you guys how is there THIS MUCH MURDER involved in your religious rites-”

and one of the narrators tells you that society is hypocritical because the legal religions Also cause harm. and if you’re anything like me, you go okay, girl, whatever you need to tell yourself to justify your current crusade. your god is a special kind of fucked up but it’s all good

then of course there are hints of social worldbuilding that challenge this assumption, but it’s not until paige’s introduction ep that you’re smacked Full In The Face with like. All Of It. 

because paige is a law-abiding citizen high up on the corporate food chain, and she works a mundane job at a branding company. 

and the company’s margins are bad. 

and the company’s industry is shrinking. 

and the company needs to cut costs and reinvigorate its own brand. 

and of course this is a difficult time for everyone but flexibility is necessary to stay competitive in a cutthroat world.

and now the company is torturing its low-performing employees to death in front of everyone as a corporate ritual. viscerally described. 

and paige, who JUST watched her closest work friend die in the most horrific way imaginable, is playing her part as someone high up on the corporate food chain.

she is being upbeat and being cheerful and encouraging her surviving coworkers to “look lively” and pretending that nothing happened. 

and not a single person protests. and no one shrieks in horror and everyone shifts back into their worksona and the day passes without any particular note because this is a social norm and layoff-sacrifices are too commonplace to report and it is legal and it is accepted and it is a good way to boost the flagging numbers for the giant capitalist machine.

and you have this realization that. 

this Really Is how the world is. 

there really ISN’T anything separating the outlaw narrators’ rituals from those of the corporate and city-based gods.

and then the follow-up question becomes, “wait, then why is THEIR god banned?? if it’s not the murder and the horror then why is their god banned???? what’s the fucking difference????”

and the answer is that their outlawed god draws people away from the cities and the factories and the oil rigs and the pollution and the mineshafts. and their outlawed god does not contribute anything to the state. 

and it’s not about what people worship or what the gods want or what the rituals require or what the hallowed bodies look like.

it’s just about how The State (TM) and Capitalism (TM) are both systems that have weaponized the law to kill every god that doesn’t contribute to their money and power and exploitation and culture and control.

and then it’s.... it’s not about the horror anymore.

it’s not a story of two deeply flawed protagonists from a sick and twisted cult who are reasonably forced into the shadows of a largely normal world because They Are In A Horror Story, And Are Doing What Horror Protagonists Do (Being Fucking Crazy).

it’s a story about our world. the one we live in. we the listener. here in our modern-ass non-supernatural late-stage-capitalism world. it’s about all the structures we’ve built and burned and all the destruction at the center of that goddamn world.

the eldritch gods and terrors are just set dressing.

[groovyempire]

My favorite characters: Green Light!

[scouts-thingsandrps]

Haymitch: So, which is easier; figuring out how to navigate district 13 or surviving the hunger games?

All the rescued tributes: Surviving the Hunger Games

Boggs: Okay! I get it! There’s a lot of hallways

[heftbyjapanesebreakfast]

and you love me 'til my heart stops

[kattyjonestardis]

Spoiler free review of the new spider verse movie: maybe one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen, the most laughs and gasps from an audience I’ve ever experienced, amazing characterization and plot lines and- hey wait is that the hunger??

[crispyjenkins]

All We Have is Hunger Chapter 8

summary: offering to murder someone is a love language, actually

two years later here’s another 2,500 words of jango being Gay and another one of my fuckin Obi-Wans having lung problems

[the-butternut-tree]

if i had a nickel for every time this year i was watching a movie and had to tune out for a second while i figured out why some guy sounded so familiar and it was jason schwartzman i would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[justana0kguy]

2024 APRIL 17 Wednesday

"I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me will never hunger, and whoever believes in me will never thirst."

~ John 6:35

[mettleborn]

Continued from x with @wrathfulmercy

“Sam? You gotta be joking.” Rick replied with his hand nervously tapping against the wooden table they were sitting on while Carlson couldn’t stop grinning about the tea he apparently just spilled. “I’m telling you! Thought he was the cunt kinda guy as well but… we all gotta make mistakes don’t we?” The way Carlson said it wasn’t actually homophobic or so Rick hoped but his damn stupid smirk before he drowned his whiskey wasn’t actually bringing any ease to Rick’s mind right now. No, he was pissed because he knew exactly that if these rumors were true and Sam was seeing someone - a guy - then it was serious. He tried to keep it cool but probably looked like someone just shit on his face, his scoff obviously an annoyed one he tried to overplay with a fake smile.

“Yeah, mistakes. We all make them.” Rick mumbled, thinking how he probably made the biggest one by falling for a man again and starting to trust him. In shame he hid behind his glass of bourbon as he suddenly noticed Sam coming into that same damn bar they were sitting in. This had to be a fucking joke, right? “Oh fuck me.” Rick cussed and added “Do we have an annual employee of the year meeting tonight or what?”

“Oh fuck he’s coming here, don’t mention it Grimes. You know how these stories need to stay a secret when it’s personal. I’m gonna head over to the bar, that chick over there looks just about right for me tonight.” Carlson got up and wasn’t only in a hurry cause he was scared to miss a new opportunity to fill his sheets tonight, but because he was probably scared that Sam would knock his teeth out if he found out about him spilling some facts. “Yeah, have fun.” Rick murmured more to himself and in that moment Sam had already reached his table with that damn adorable smile while Carlson was long gone.

“You here? Alone?” Rick asked as Sam sat down next to him, gaining nothing but a confused glare back. No, he couldn’t take it. Not tonight and not ever. Instead of letting the other man speak, Rick just waved him off and drowned the rest of his drink in an angry matter. “You know what? Just talk to someone else. Maybe to that sweet little lover you got yourself cause one is obviously not enough for the poor starving man you actually are.” In a provocative manner Rick smashed the glass on the table and got up, grabbing his coat from the chair to hide within its black fabric so he could disappear in the darkness not only the club but night provided outside.

He needed to breathe, ball his fists within his pockets before anybody would see this. This was fucking ridiculous. First he ran into fucking Carlson who was just another former partner he used to share a mission with, but then fucking Sam. Coming in looking gorgeous as ever and as if he just has the best fuck of his life that made him a little too happy for Rick’s taste. Fuck how much he hated that. Why did that man look so good? Why did he smile that way? Why the fuck did he have the audacity to come up to Rick as if he couldn’t wait to tell him about his new favorite lover? To hell with him.

“Mistake.” Rick cussed to himself in a teasing manner while he walked around the dark corner that led straight to his hotel room for the night. Man, this night should have looked different than that. Maybe he should start seeing other people too again? But what if he didn’t want to? Lost in thoughts and with eyes that suddenly started burning as if he was about to fucking cry over a man who should have been known to be a mistake, he didn’t realize as he suddenly bumped into another frame and only as he looked up to apologize firmly, he recognized the eyes that were staring at him still with the same confusion and maybe now filled with anger. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Rick rolled his eyes and stepped back, his hands secretly fiddling with nails digging into the flesh of his inner palm out of nervousness. “What do you want, Sam? Do you not have another fucking idiot to play with tonight?”

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They hadn’t exactly agreed to meet tonight, but with Sam in the same city as Rick for once, he had figured he would follow him from his hotel to a nearby bar to surprise him for a drink. He’d play it off casual; act like it was mere coincidence and hopefully not appear too much like a fucking stalker.

The reception he receives isn’t the kind he expected, what the hell is Rick going on about? What ‘little lover’? Admittedly Sam is so shocked by the unexpected outburst that when he finally moves to speak, Rick’s already leaving. Moving to pursue Rick out onto the street, it’s then he spots him - Carlson…that fucker. Immediately striding over to him, Sam’s hand shoots out like a viper to grab Carlson by the throat, neatly backing him up against the wall until they’re face to face.

“What the fuck did you say to him?” Samuel’s words are growled through gritted teeth. He can feel the tense movement of Carlson’s Adam’s apple as the man struggles to swallow against Sam’s harsh grip. Easing slightly, he uses the hold to smack Carlson’s head back against the wall with insistence.

“Talk.”

“Nothing, fuck, I didn’t say shit Sam.” Carlson gargles back, clearly calculating whether he should strike back or continue to remain subdued. “Let him go back to his hotel, bang some chick and get it out of his system.”

There’s a moment that Sam sees red, where he can think of nothing more than beating Carlson unconscious but that frantic fury soon begins to subside as he finally notices the rest of the bar are now watching in hushed silence and the bartender is likely calling the cops. “Fuck you.” He finally spits in Carlson’s face, releasing the man and allowing him to drop to the floor before making a speedy exit, eager to get out of there before things get any more heated - not something he can afford when he has a mission to complete tomorrow morning.

Rounding the corner, back towards Rick’s hotel, Sam hastily turns down a deserted backstreet and softly collides directly into Rick, just in time to hear him utter a word that immediately causes Sam’s chest to ache.

“What do you mean, mistake? What the hell has gotten into you?” A large part of Sam wants to pull Rick into his embrace, to reassure him, comfort and soothe him and yet there still remains that self-protective instinct; the one warning him not to get too close, not to risk so much – this could be the rejection he’s been fearing all along.

“Little lover?” The words are still stuck at the forefront of Sam’s mind and the insinuation they represent is enough to make his blood boil.

“Is that it huh? You think I’m what, some kind of slut? Just sleeping around with any man I pair up with…” He huffs out a tense breath making clear he’s not yet finished. “…and that makes you what, just one in a long list, just another causal lay to pass the time? Maybe you’d prefer that huh…just meaningless…just a fucking mistake.”