#observer pov

[squirmifyoulike]

It's kind of an unfortunate situation when your roommate's room is right across from yours... And it's doubly unfortunate that the walls in your house are thin.

So, as you're laying in bed, you can hear every sound coming from your roommate's room; the creaking of the bedframe and the loud moans of your roommate and her partner that she brought home. You pull the covers tighter over yourself, cringing at the sounds. At least your door is locked, and all of your valuables are in here, with you - so if the guy turns out to be shady and tries to steal, your stuff is safe.

As the night goes on, sleepiness starts to get the better of you. It's because of this sleepiness that you don't notice when the creaking of your roommate's bed stops... And yet, the bizarre noises in the room continue. There are even a few muffled "Help me! He- mmmf-!" Sounds that come from her room... But by the time this happens, you're fast asleep.

In the morning, your alarm goes off. As per usual, you wake up and shut it off. Then, you loom around, waiting and listening. You don't hear anything... So maybe that means your roommate's one night stand went home, and she's still sleeping?

With that in mind, you leave your room, quietly closing the door behind you. Then, you head into the kitchen and make coffee. As the coffee is brewing, however, you hear your roommate's door open. You look up, ready to greet her...

...And all that you can manage is the shocked, horrified look on your face as her one-night stand emerges, his belly round and full, gurgling loudly... And the worst part? Your roommate's weak struggles can still be seen, weakly juggling his belly from within... But you know she's far past the point of rescue.

"Oh. Sweet. Mind if I grab a cup of coffee?"

With your eyes locked on his stomach, all you can manage is a nod. You don't want to end up like your roommate - hanging off of some random guy's waistline in the morning. Sensing your apprehension, the guy chuckles.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm too full to go for seconds, and in any case, she's still got some fight in her."

He proudly gropes his belly with a grin on his face before letting it go. You watch as it sags down with a pronounced sloshing sound - no doubt your roommate's doing. Even still, you can see the slightest bulges in the guy's stomach as she moves and tries to get out... But by now, most of her is no doubt pumping through her predator's intestines.

"I do have to say, though, you're quite cute yourself," The guy comments as he pours himself a mug of coffee. Your eyes snap up to his face, where he smiles and offers you a wink.

"I wouldn't mind spending a night or two with you... If you'd be up for that."

Your eyes go down to the plump curve of his gut. As you study it for a second, you're filled with conflicting feelings - you wouldn't have to worry about anything if you allowed yourself to be eaten... But at the same time, you don't want to die...

"I'll think about it," You conclude.

[teal-fiend]

the pred is lying down, peaceful, curled up around their full stomach as they rest and digest.

all of their focus is on their prey. their whole body is centered around it, nursing the tender area, coaxing on digestion.

You're almost jealous. Even if you're the one who's always around, who always helps the pred manage their hunger, they have never shown you such undivided attention.

but the attention you want is something they could only give to their prey.

You could be the one nestled in that place under their ribs. you could be the one to make the pred feel satisfied. You could provide them this, and in return, they would give all their attention to you.

they would put their hand over you, over their belly. possessively; you would be their prey. they'd hide somewhere secluded where it would just be you and your pred. they'd rest there for hours, taking all the time they needed to digest your body.

You liked the thought; their body consuming and digesting yours.

But for that to happen, you'd have to be destroyed. that's the catch, you suppose.

they hear your movement, at they look up at you, sleepy, satisfied. grateful. breathing deeply, as their prey presses against their lungs.

it's not their fault they can't give you what you want. because what you want is insane. it's not sustainable. so you just have to do what normal people do, and be with them outside of their stomach

[morallystrangekingdom]

There's a lot of talk about stuffing prey before eating them and that is enticing, but I like the thought of stuffing predators.

Prey are food. They are just a part of the meal. What better way to remind them of that than for them to land in a stomach already full of food. Thoroughly chewed or gulped whole like themselves, food squishes against the prey as the predator's stomach grinds and massages around them, secreting acids and enzymes to melt down its contents. The prey inside feel the sting of digestion and the gut they're in gurling louder and louder as the realization dawns on them — they are no different than the saliva-soaked food that cushioned their descent.

Even better if a pred eats prey in the middle of stuffing themself. Prey a part of the three- or five-course meal. They scarf down appetizers, swallow their prey, slurp down dessert, and drink as how many beverages they want to quench their thirst. After, prey and food still heavy in their gut, the pred is unsatisfied and starts snacking. They gut swells out as they keep stuffing themself. Maybe they swallow down more prey. They feel the prey inside less and less as their squirming is buried from all the food they've eaten, less room inside for the prey to move.

A classic example of ordering pizza, eating the delivery driver, then binging on all the pizza they ordered comes to mind. That scenario is one I never tire of. It's like the pred ordered the delivery driver to go along with their meal. With every swallow, pizza piles atop the driver, burying them in greasy bread and cheese. When they’ve eaten it all, the pred rubs their hands all over their full gut, feeling the driver inside.

Maybe the pred has an observer companion feeding them, a feedee/feeder relationship. The observer comes home with groceries to the pred gulping down some prey they found or the observer baits prey home to supplement the predator’s dinner. Either way, the observer will stuff both into the pred for their mutual enjoyment.

Eventually digestion really kicks in and dissolves the boundary between food and prey. The pred’a gut rounds out as its contents liquify. Were the pred or an observer to feel, they wouldn’t be able to tell where flesh ended and food began. Maybe they’d feel the occassional bone or harder lump of food. But for all intents and purposes, the prey and the food take the same journey through the pred’s intestines, the same nutrients sucked out of them, fueling the pred’s body.

[nom-central]

how about m1m1kyu? They’re cute and the z move is already right there

Getting a job at a year-round scare mansion was the best idea you ever had. The pay could be a lot better, but that's not why you and your buddy wanted the job. Truth be told, you both had a real passion for scaring people.

Your boss was pretty lax, not taking things as seriously with you two as they would with the other scarers. Just give them what they paid for and have fun, right? That gave you both some pretty novel ideas on what to do, and you both soon settled into a routine that worked best for you. The room you two were active in was an old and dusty girl's room, full of creepy dolls and worn out stuffed animals. You and your buddy were two particularly...large and lifelike dolls. Of course, you were just dolls...you wouldn't come to life and jump at anyone, right?

Yuuki really sold the part of a big old plush well. They laid limp and slumped against the wall, their worn stitched together clothes fit the theme perfectly. They kept their body covered and their face was hidden beneath their costume, so all people saw were the limp bunny ears and the creepy-but-cute stitched smile and button eyes. You both watched a small group of people make their way through, sizing them up for the perfect opportunity. One of them wasn't exactly a good sport- loudly complaining and chastising his groupmates for being wimps. You cast a glance to Yuuki when their backs were turned; knowing they'd understand what it meant.

When they tried to leave, the door wouldn't budge. That was your cue to jump into action! Slowly, you and Yuuki started to move. The bells on their costume jingled quietly, catching the group's attention. That big creepy bunny doll was moving, its empty button eyes seemingly staring them down from where it stood on the opposite wall. Then, it started to walk closer. Slow and meticulous, but with an unnatural gait that didn't seem quite human. And another doll was standing up- you were sitting up from where you rested on the dusty bed. "R-R-RUN!"

The group panicked, shaking at the door handle with everything they had while Yuuki only drew closer. You stayed where you were to watch it play out. "You guys are a bunch of pussies," sneered their colleague, "It's just a person in a shitty costume." Regardless of that, Yuuki continued to shamble forward. The door only opened at the very last second and let them all free, but when their cohort rolled his eyes and moved to leave too...it slammed on him. When he turned around, Yuuki was looming over him.

"Oooh, you got me. What're you gonna do now? These scare houses are so stupid, I swear...I should've never agreed-" Rip. One of the seams on the costume's mouth ripped. Then another, and another, until they all opened in an open, jagged smile. The man scoffed, unimpressed. "How frightening. Can I go now?" Yuuki grasped at him, both hands holding onto him firmly. Then from the inky black darkness of the inside of the costume's mouth, a clawed hand stretched forth and gripped him by the collar. "H-hey, wait, what's th-"

His head is yanked into their mouth, with his body already being yanked deeper. Their arms held him in place, leaving him to kick futilely at them while the fabric muffled his yells and protests. They lightly chomped at his body, swallowing him down with a practiced ease as you glimpsed shadowy hands reaching out from their mouth to help his descent. You had to give it to them- Yuuki was a pretty good hunter. Soon nothing was left of the spoilsport, now reduced to a struggling bulge pressing and kicking out against the fabric of their body. The stitches on their face fixed themselves as if they had never been torn open, but you could tell their smile was somehow more pleased. You flopped back down on the bed, watching them waddle over to their plush pile to hide and enjoy their meal.

The fear of people who think they're above this place is the most delicious. Hopefully you get one like that now that it's your turn to "scare" someone... This job was perfect for you both. You got paid to eat people!

[toon-infection-au]

Ortensia’s Update: going into Stage 3 (approach with caution.)

OBSERVER NOTE:

Her condition is worsening. and she is going into the third stage.

She is not hostile, however it is still advised to be cautious when dealing with said victim.

She itches and bites herself all day and she barely sleeps. the only time she did sleep I thought she was dead, when i entered the cell and approached she shot up and shuffled backwards.

She is extremely skittish and seems to be scared of us.

I am leaving now. to go out and gather more things.. i will be sure to lock the basement up tight.

[spindlewoed]

You have to understand. I don't "ship" Harry with the smoker on the balcony, I think whatever they have going on canonically is way funnier and touching than anything anyone could come up with.

There is so much within the dynamic itself. It’s a middle aged man and a younger man who are nothing alike and everything like each other. It’s the smoker being the person that kickstarts Harry’s sexuality journey anew, seeing Harry’s fascination with him and being amused by it because (aside from Harry being probably the first man in a while who’s managed to leave him dumbfounded in a positive way) the smoker *knows* what’s happening in Harry’s mind and as he puts it, it’s beautiful.

Don't get me wrong, the mutual attraction is there. The smoker flirts with Harry every other two lines (girl why the fuck are you flirting with a cop you're insane. I'm obsessed with you) yet makes fun of him in the same breath while Harry is absolutely clueless the whole time because he's too busy staring at his abs. Couldn't come up with anything funnier if I tried.

I love this high drama check, this is exaclty what it feels like to speak to clueless boomers who have no idea what they're talking about. Still, once Harry admits that he might be part of the "underground" as he puts it, the smoker is immediately excited and encourages him to think about it. It's very sweet.

(I know everyone has probably seen this dialogue 100 times by now but I love the phrasing here. literally twink_boutta_pounce.jpeg)

And as a side note I really like this emphaty check in response to Harry's little breakdown after the failed suggestion check the first time you meet him. The smoker like damn he just like me fr.

I don't think more smoker interactions were needed at all or that they would ever talk again post-game but it's interesting to think about what other converations they could have, even just so we could learn a bit more about him. They both have an interest in art. They're both stuck in a place they can't leave if they wanted to and yet find beauty in it, they both have regrets about past relationships. They both find talking with the other a charming experience in a way or another. If I want to be indulgent, they both could benefit from learning about what being gay means for a younger/older generation, especially since they both have such different life experiences with their identities.

It's all fanfic talk, and obviously no cops at pride and so on but their interactions did make me think about community and recognition through the other. A flirt for the sake of a flirt, a “maybe in another lifetime” but this lifetime is good too because they did meet and leave an impression on each other before parting ways. That's *beautiful* too.

[ventique18]

Speaking of "canon relationships" there's something about MalleYuu that I want to talk about...

No, they are not canon, as all romantic relationships are in the game except for the boys' parents and Trein and his late wife. Nothing will ever officially come out of MalleYuu because this is not in any way a romance game, but he does have something about him that most don't...

That he's the game's honeytrap.

I'd like to preface this that ALL of the boys have flirtatious propensities-- they are all interested in the player in some way. That's just how the game is designed. If you fall in love with X character, good! Mission complete for Disney' sales team; they have another person who'd spend on their game and merch! But in the event that the player doesn't immediately fall in love with any character, they have ONE specific fallback: Malleus.

Anyone with eyes would have noticed by now that Malleus is heavily, heavily advertised-- whether it be that he's almost always at the center of merch presentations, that he's literally the game's website's wallpaper, or the way he in particular is oddly connected to Ramshackle dorm. I say oddly, because there's not much compelling reason for him to be around the dorm unlike the player's classmates or even batchmates. The game just set up that this guy likes rickety old things, and Ramshackle happened to be just that, which for me sounds more like a convenient reason for the game to push him to always see the player.

I'm not even going to touch upon his extremely fanservice-y lines, which occur suspiciously more frequently than others. He's purposely set up as someone who has a keen, ambiguous interest in the player.

While these does not at all indicate "canon", it does serve the developers some other purpose which is, as I've mentioned, his status as a honey trap. He is conventionally attractive-- as you'd immediately notice when you browse posts of "whose hand did you take?" or "who caught your eye first?", wherein the most likely answer you'll see is, indeed, him. There are exceptions of course, as people are people and have different tastes, but the fact is that society has inadvertently influenced us that Malleus is attractive to the masses.

So yeah, that's just an interesting observation I'd like to point out! Of course the game would prefer it if every single player fell in love with any one of the characters, but if no one interests them, Malleus is always there as a safe bet. He's influenced by a lot of tropes that pop media consider as "the male lead". And to be honest? It's so effective lol. There's a huge boom of Malleus fans when the game went global, and that's proof that the devs knows exactly what they're doing. Just dangle the smallest of MalleYuu crumbs and they're guaranteed a tsunami of cash in their pockets, lol.

[daily-odile]

Odile patting Molly Epithet Erased on the head, you know why

have two bc i care them

[hedwig221b]

I've been thinking about writing truly toxic sterek... not abusive but toxic like I write it in a healthily unhealthy way but y'all couldn't handle Predators so I'm shaking my head at you

I'm writing it anyways 🤍 It's gonna be a historical au from Parrish's (probably) pov (stay with me) but he's gonna be enamored with Stiles who is already married to Derek and to Parrish's eye it's gonna look so fucking toxic and he would want to save his beloved unaware of the beast who lurks in the castle and hears everything that Parrish is saying to Stiles

And he knows Derek is crazy but he doesn't realize just how much. It's gonna be bloody and messy and have a plot twist and full of sterek just all sterek but through outsider's eyes and you're gonna see my vision it's gonna be incredible I promise

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Tsc 2 should end with the Trojans winning the championship just like how tkm ends with the foxes winning

[depressedraisin]

the reason why tbh&c would always be The Album of the late 2010s-early 2020s to me is that yes the album is intrinsically rooted in the socio-political zeitgeist of the era, yes the album is alex's most 'political' writing but also it doesnt exactly engage with its political themes beyond a handful of snazzy quips and astute observations here and there. the narrator is out there lounged on his balcony in his moon hotel watching the shitstorm unfold on earth with a very blase expression on his face. he's seen so much absolute bonkers shit happen one after the other in the past few years, he has lost the capacity to feel enraged or emotional about anything. he'd rather engage with his own internal struggles. which is like. the general attitude of most people around still

[teal-fiend]

"Oh i found you. Have you been here this whole time?"

"Yes," the pred answered. Intent on their work

"Working hard or hardly working"

"I dont know. I think i should quit. Its not what i thought it would be, this project. Its too much."

"No offense. Dont take this too seriously. But you're acting kind of crazy."

The pred frowned.

They continued, " and you look all crazy. Look at how your shoulders are hunched, you're sitting around in the dark. You're all stiff and brittle. I could touch you and you would shatter."

"Dont do that then," the pred suggested

The observer stepped forward, the pred tried to lean away from where they were sitting. The observer lifted a hand and pressed it against the pred's middle. They rubbed up and down until the stomach produced a low, hollow growl.

"Hungry, are we?"

"Its fine, im busy."

"When was the last time you had a proper meal? You know, prey?" The observer petted the pred's flat stomach, which continued to groan at the stimulation

"Its irrelevant" they said, turning their head away

"You can't lie when you're right here in front of me. You want something."

The pred kept their chin up, "maybe"

"Something... wriggling?"

The observer kneaded into the pred's painfully empty belly. It wanted something. Desperately. The pred grimaced.

"I think youll find it much easier to relax once you let yourself gorge on something very alive"

"Maybe later," the pred bargained.

"Later?" The observer asked innocently, "do you really want to stay like this?"

Thanks to the observer's work, the pred was now acutely aware of how empty their stomach felt. The thoughts that caught the most traction in their mind were thoughts of prey. Where to find them. How to catch them. How to eat them.

The observer may have noticed this shift. "Buddy," they nudged the pred, "are you alright?"

"Im fine," the pred replied calmly. And stood up

"You're going to go get something to eat?"

"Yes"

"Do you need any help with that"?

"No" the pred said quickly, "thats fine."

The observer watched the pred for a moment. They hesitated before asking:

"Do you want to eat me?" The observer asked

The pred shrugged, " i want to eat everyone, you know that"

"Okay , this better be full by the time you get back." The observer patted the preds stomach.

The pred caught their hand, and the observer gasped in suprise. The pred guided their hand over their stomach, and then the ribs, letting them feel between the grooves. As if to say, this won't last long, or maybe, it might be you. You could be the one to push out these ribs, to stretch out this stomach, to satisfy the preds hunger. And then be torn apart by their body

The pred let go of their hand, then turned and left. The observer waited for them to come back

[johnlockdynamic]

Louis narrating himself: a dark fuck prince pursued unrelentingly by Lestat, manic pixie dream girl who had a way about him, cruel and loving in equal measure. Louis is harsh towards the outside world but always soft and loving towards his mother and siblings, who nonetheless grow suspicious of him because of his nocturnal habits, inability to make commitments, and other vampiric-related consequences outside of his control.

Claudia narrating Louis: Daddy Lou had a funny way of being nice to Uncle Les. I missed you. I hated sleeping without you. What’s love like between two men? It’s like love, he says, face scrunching into a private smile. It’s funny when they fight in French. He threatens his sister in one breath and smothers his daughter with overprotection in the next. His mortal nieces and nephew are no longer a part of his world. He relinquishes his childhood home to the sneers of his sister and brother in law, and embroils himself no longer in mortal affairs.

[nom-central]

You've been waiting on your friend to call for a while now. They went out to a party and invited you to come, but you were the type to enjoy a quiet night in. They were going to drink, so you both planned for them to call you to pick them up when they were ready. it was a little after midnight, when were they going to call..?

Your phone suddenly buzzed. It was about time, you were getting sleepy! You quickly picked it up, expecting the voice of your friend.

"Heeeeey~" That was not your friend. "This is, uh...the friend of what's their name, yeah? The one that- OUURPH..." They paused to belch noisily. Gross. This was why you didn't care for partying much. "The one that they were sayin' to call when they were toooootally sloshed? Well, they're sloshed. You should come over."

They had someone else do it for them? Seriously? You asked if you could speak to them, and the person on the other end yawned. "They're- urp. Mmh, they're passed out right now...hey, you should like...bring some pals of yours over while you're at it. Join the party, y'know! Then go home!" Faintly, you could hear some kind of noise on the other end. It sounded like...growling? Maybe?

You were annoyed, but you were going to get your friend all the same. You told them you were on the way and to wake them up, to which the person agreed, and you heard the phone plop down...but they forgot tp hang up. You were treated to an earful of gurgles, glorps, and the occasional thump of a kick- must be that person's stomach judging by the occasional burps, and you had an idea of where your friend was. It was one of those parties, huh...

Maybe you should just leave them there to deal with that. It sounded like that partygoer had room for seconds and was calling for more.

[majunju]

Have you seen the new limited card stories for love and deepspace?

Because uh

Mama mia

i pulled rafayel's on the first day and i hvnt touched it LOL if it's anything like his fragrance one im afraid im gna have to watch it on mute

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny hates the Observants and the Observants hate him. Granted he doesn't really know why.

I mean, he could understand if it was being part of Dan that caused it but that wouldn't explain why they didn't hate Vlad, they just full on ignored him and his existence (which infuriates the fruitloop to no end) and Vlad was literally the other half of Dan and Danny suspects he may have semi intentionally made Dan in the first place (aka tried to absorb the power from dannys ghost half). So why hate only Danny?

No one answers his questions and he decides to snoop a bit throught he observants things (they can't see him via time shenanigans because of the medalian in his chest) and finds a list of people and things to keep Phantom away from. A list he will do his darnest to check off out of spite.

Starting with meeting one "Red Robin"

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Things go horribly wrong immediately and the two are thrown into a wild eldrich adventure through time and space.