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Husk with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario
warnings: aged-up!reader [early to late twenties], spoilers for episode 4 to the season finale, mentions of physical abuse and attempted drugging, violence, Husk's language, dismemberment, mentions of cannibalism.
Hey guys, and welcome to another Hazbin Hotel fics, this time featuring our grumpy bartender and one of my favorite characters, Husk! :) This is a collaborated project with not just @isuckatwritingsobenice, but also with @vikkirosko, @witch-of-the-writing-desk, and @riddle-simp, who gave me honest feedback on the rough drafts and how to make it the best fic I could create before sharing it with the world.
If you would like to see more of Husk x Violet, please do let me know know in the comments section or as an ask! Like always, bullying is not tolerated here so if there is any implication of it happening here, this scenario will be taken down immediately. If you have nothing nice to say, do not say it at all.
With that being said, sit back, relax, and let's see who will win the full house at the card tables tonight :)
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Husk isn’t gonna deny it. It ain’t like him to deny the truth when it’s staring at him right in the fucking face. He thinks you are a little bit of an oddball. You don’t smile, you wear the same outfit every day, and you don’t eat much either unless Niffty practically drags you to the staff’s dining room from wherever she found you hiding. Normally, it’s one of two places: out in the backyard, or the greenhouse, because you’re the hotel’s groundskeeper. And that was on your days off.
Like Angel, you worked for an overlord, but your boss wasn’t that shitbag Valentino or Vox or Velvette. Your boss is Rosie, the owner of Rosie’s Emporium in the Cannibal Colony. You were her personal secretary. You had been on her payroll for over ten years, working from nine to five unless you had to stay later. She did not seem to mind you staying at the hotel so long as it did not affect her reputation or your work ethic in any way.
So far you’ve kept your word. Alastor actually seemed to be happy that you were around.
Maybe. Husk couldn’t fucking tell what that son of a bitch is thinking anymore. But back to you.
You, who believed in Charlie’s work.
You, who participated in each activity and helped around without getting paid for your time.
You, the expressionless ex-military soldier, has been on his mind recently and he did not like it.
He lost the ability to feel anything years ago.
Nonetheless he continued to observe you from afar. When you weren’t busy with watering plants, you were seen in different parts around the hotel with the others.
You would sit with the princess in the parlor, comparing ideas on what tomorrow’s group exercise should be, even when the only two ideas you’ve suggested were shot down immediately by Charlie. She didn’t like the idea of group bonding through hand-to-hand combat but loved the concept of showing appreciation to one another through handwritten letters. Vaggie approved the former. The latter? Not so much.
In the kitchen you would go through the cookbook with Niffty and Alastor, trying to decide on tonight’s dinner. They allowed you to help out, at least when it didn’t involve cracking eggs. Apparently you were not very good at separating the yolk.
When Sir Pentious was away from the hotel doing God knows what, he trusted you to look after the Egg Bois until he got back. You kept them busy around the greenhouse though they tended to make a bit of a mess.
Angel started to work extra late at the studio after his show and tell presentation. Something about making a big commercial and Val wanted to make big bucks on this new product that the Vees were launching in a week. You must have noticed that something was off about him, but you didn’t say anything to him. No words of encouragement, no comforting hand on his shoulder. All you did was clench your gloved hands into fists, watching him leave and…unsure of yourself. What you should do.
Husk heard you asking Niffty what were some of the kid’s favorite foods about that time, and she was more than happy to help you with whatever it was you needed as long as you left the kitchen sparkling when you were done. You were concerned about the kid. Least from what he could remember. He drank a lot that day.
When he woke up much later after falling asleep at the bar, hearing your footsteps descend down the grand staircase and towards the kitchen. Groggily, probably stupidly on his part, Husk thought it would be a great idea to know what the fuck you were up to so early in the morning. Turns out you were trying to cook something, judging from how you looked at the ratty cookbook propped up on the counter and the wide array of ingredients spread out.
He saw you cook finely chopped onions, garlic, and minced ground meat in the large frying pan on the left side of the stove. You stirred something in a smaller sauce pan on the right side with a wooden spoon. He saw you handle all of the ingredients with great care, placing them in a baking dish even when you weren’t wearing your leather gloves. A small shudder crawled down his spine at how the kitchen lights bounced off of the adamantium skeletal prosthetics that acted as your hands.
He didn’t even wanna know how exactly you lost them in the Great War.
Everything was soon laid out, layer by layer and placed in the oven. He didn’t know he stood there for so long, even when you began to clean up the kitchen with a rag. Time ticked by slowly, and then a delicious aroma tickled his nose even as he took another swing of the half-filled booze bottle he was holding. He was about to leave you alone, knowing you’d be fine when he saw you pull out the dish with your hands and no oven mittens on, you fucking moron! Then his mind remembered something that stopped him from making an entrance. You couldn’t feel anything with your prosthetics, not even as you placed it on the stove top to let it sit.
A couple of hours later - maybe he can’t keep track of time anymore so it might have been the following morning - he saw you giving Angel a large paper bag every morning before both of you left the hotel, and telling him to have a good day.
Angel grudgingly thanked you later on that evening when he got back…though did say your garlic bread needed some work. The next day, he gave you a paper bag, telling you to taste real Italian grub and try to replicate it.
Guess it became a game between the two of you, ‘cause Angel was slowly being someone real and not some fake whiny bitch.
As odd as you are….you cared about everyone in your own way, even when the words that came out of your mouth angered someone or made them cry, you tried. You never asked for help unless it was necessary, trying to learn everything on your own. And you were smart, Husk will give you that.
And he…he doesn’t know if he had the heart to tell you that redemption might not be possible. Unlike him, you still carried a spark of hope. You believe in the princess. He doesn’t want to be the one to see you reach your breaking point, to be dragged into a swamp of despair and get drowned in all sorts of addictions to cope with the pain. He was…anxious. No. He was scared for you. He wanted to help you but he was afraid that by intervening, he would just make matters worse.
It was better to just stick to the sidelines with a bottle of booze and watch everything happen like the bartender Alastor wanted him to be, right? Well, turns out he was wrong.
One night after he made Angel a drink and called him out on his bullshit for being fake, the whiny little bitch stormed out of the hotel. Vaggie tried to make him go out and bring him out, but Charlie intervened. All she asked him was to make sure that Angel was okay. Do not force him to come back if he isn't ready. Obviously judging from the distraught look on her face, something happened between the princess and Angel.
Husk did not know what or why, and he really did not want to play the role of a goddamned babysitter. Not when it was actually a slow evening and he didn’t have to hear these fucks bitch and moan for hours on end. But Vaggie’s glare, knowing Alastor would force him to do it because he fucking can and not knowing what would happen if he actually violated the terms of their contract, he left the hotel. The first place he went to were the streets. No luck. And no one had seen him. When he moved his search to the bars, he spotted Angel going inside one of them.
Long story short, he was going to hang back and just keep an eye on Angel getting drunk off his ass with some shady sharks in a corner booth until he saw one of them pour something into Angel’s drink. He took care of the fucker, got Angel out, and listened to him. Angel Dust was not just an act. It’s who he needs to be. Drinking and getting high is his escape. He wants to be damaged so that he won’t be Val’s favorite toy anymore.
Then when it seemed like they came to an understanding with a song, those bastards opened fire on the streets, targeting him and wanting Angel to come back to have some ‘fun’. Yeah, fuck no.
That was when he heard car tires screeching against the asphalt, doors opening and closing with more shouting. Husk gritted his teeth. “Shit.” He turned to Angel. “Stay down. I’ll take care of this.” He pulled out his cards, ready to hop onto the roof of the pink Volkswagen they were hiding when he heard a shnk, a high pitched squeal, then a gurgle.
THUD.
Shnk.
THUD.
C-crack.
THUD.
“Who the fuck is this bitch?! Kill her, kill her you stupid asshats!”
“Holy shit, toots?! The fuck - why is she here?!” Angel cried. Husk raised his brow, craning his head as far as he could without being in range of a bullet to see what was going on. There were only two people Angel called toots and he was pretty damned sure they were back at the hotel, safe and sound. Not one of them blitzing across the street, dodging bullets and slicing enemies down with a hunter’s knife in one hand, a large carpet bag in the other.
He blinked. Nope. He was sober. Shit. He thought as you weaved between the shitheads, disarming, decapitating, and snapping their necks in no particular order. You weren’t exaggerating when you said you were a weapon for the army. When he saw a flash of movement from the smaller grunt, twirling a knife and aiming it for your head as you pumped lead into his friend, Husk made his move. Hopping onto top of the car and threw his cards. One cleanly sliced the asshole’s neck.
He quickly made through the growing crowd, running towards you as he threw some dice into a hammerhead’s mouth. But when he turned his back towards them, he felt something light and strong coil around his neck, cutting off his air supply.
Fuck. Garroting wire! Husk flailed around scratching, kicking, and trying to get loose but the fucker was too damned strong. Black spots began to appear in the corner of his eyes when he felt a white hot stinging pain graze his left cheek, then something warm and sticky with a metallic scent. Blood.
The body behind him dropped, and so did he, yanking the wire off him and inhaling deep gulps of precious oxygen. Husk looked up and saw Angel with a shit-eating grin and a Tommy Gun in his upper hands.
“Eat lead, sucker!” The porn star cackled, firing several more bullets into the corpse and his buddies that were closing in on them. Angel grinned at him, extending a hand to help him up.”I told ya. I can handle myself, baby.” Husk felt a grin stretching his own face as the fella pulled out more weapons with more arms. Well….not something he was expecting.
Between the three of them, they made quick work with the rest of the gang and their reinforcements. Like him and Angel, you were covered in grime and blood but you were all right.
“Are you two all right?” You asked as you wiped off the blood from your knife with a handkerchief, the carpet bag by your feet and in pristine condition. “No limbs missing that weren’t missing before you arrived?”
“Yeah, we’re good.” Angel said, putting away his guns and extra limbs. “More importantly, why the fuck are you out here instead of the hotel?!” He interrogated, his voice lowering an octave as he glared at you, stomping towards you. Before Husk could stop him, Angel grabbed your cheeks with his hands and pinched them. “You know these streets are dangerous, toots! How many times do Vags and I gotta tell ya?! Come straight home when you’re done with work!” Then he blinked, his face turning white, his eyes widening in horror. “Toots,” He said slowly. “Y-you ain’t hooking up with anyone around here, are ya?!” He yelled, now pulling your cheeks outwards as if you were a cartoon character.
You didn’t flinch from the cheek pinching or pulling; instead, you looked at him in slightly confusion. “I don’t understand. What does fishing have anything to do with this except that these men were quite literally loan sharks standing outside a nautical-themed bar?” You asked.
“Toots.” Angel said warningly. “If you don’t give me a straight answer, I swear to fucking God I am going to yeet you off a rooftop.”
“ ‘Yeet’?” You repeated.
“[First Name], just tell us why you’re here.” Husk said, already feeling a headache coming on and in need of a drink. You turned your attention to him, then back at Angel before you spoke.
“Rosie sent me out on a last-minute errand to get fertilizer for her plants. But by the time I got there, the shop was already closed. I was on my way home when I heard the gunshots, and saw the two of you being pinned down. I was not going to leave my comrades behind when I could help them. So I did. And now,” You looked over at the bodies strewn across the street. “I have what I need. Two birds with one stone, as Rosie says.”
“Ya mean ‘kill two birds with one stone’, toots?”
“Yes.”
“So, by fertilizer, ya mean these schmucks that we just totally obliterated.”
“Yes.”
“Food for plants.”
“Carnivorous plants. And if the fertilizer is fresh, the better it is for them. Rosie loves her plants very much.” You said, pulling away from Angel and grabbed the carpet bag off of the ground, walking towards the nearest body. “If you do not want to be here, I suggest you leave quickly.” You knelt down, laying the bag down and opened it, laying out assorted tools. Bone saws, knives, a large roll of plastic wrap, etc. “Rosie says I have gotten much quicker at dismemberment.” You carefully peeled off your gloves, replacing them with gray surgical ones.
Husk glanced at Angel, eyebrow raised. It seemed like they were thinking the same thing because the latter spoke up with a toothy grin.
“Baby, I was a mobster long before I was a porn star. ‘Sides, hacking up a body all by yourself is gonna take you all night. Better to have more hands to get the job neater an’ faster, am I right Whiskers?”
Husk smirked. “Can’t argue with that, Legs. Guess you’re stuck with us until this job is done. You got another bone saw in that bag of yours?” He asked with a grin, somehow…happy to actually be doing this. Who would have thought a new friendship started with cleaning up bodies?
You stared at them for a moment, obviously stunned because you must have thought they’d leave you here alone, before you pulled out two more bone saws and more rubber gloves. Your instructions were simple enough: the severed pieces couldn't be any bigger than your body, and they needed to be wrapped up tightly in the plastic wrapping or else you’d have to pay a hefty cleaning bill to get the blood out of the bottom of the bag. Angel’s extra limbs came in handy for the latter task. Between the three of them, they made quick work with the dead loan sharks and everything was loaded inside the carpet bag, and no one was the wiser. This was Hell, after all. Cannibalism, gun fights, and dismemberment was commonplace in these parts.
You thanked him and Angel profusely, bowing your head to them before you shyly asked if they would be interested in getting a bite to eat. To Angel’s knowledge, the closest place that is still open late at night is Devil’s Diner, which is half a block from Jackpot, the casino Husk had owned from his glory days as an overlord. The food wasn’t too bad there, and cheap too.
Now that he thought about it, Husk had worked up more of an appetite after the fight and so did Angel. Better to do that than trying to cook something and waking up Niffty. So, the three of you went to Devil’s Diner. Of course, you tried to just have a cup of coffee, but neither he nor Angel were having it. Conditioning your body to minimize nutrients to complete a mission, his ass.
Both he and Angel persuaded you to try the day’s special with some water plus dessert. Whatever you couldn’t finish, get a to-go box. Husk himself ordered a sandwich with chips. Angel got pancakes, sausage, strawberries, and a strong drink because he fucking deserved it.
Conversation started slow at first, but as the orders were placed and drinks were served by their waiter, words were exchanged, and stories were shared. Angel revealed he had a little brother and more family down here, though he rarely talked to them anymore after getting into the show biz. Husk confessed that he used to be a magician in Las Vegas, showing off a trick with his cards.
They shared a good laugh over Val’s shitty eyesight. It shouldn’t take thirty minutes to count three bills, but it fucking did for the moth man.
You told them that you were once commissioned to help a playwright finish his newest script after being on a hiatus for many years, but he had been a difficult man to work with because he had no interest in doing anything else except drinking his days away. You had actually acted out a scene on the lake where the hero would journey home to be reunited with her father after vanquishing a monster. That was when you began to understand how grief affects people in different ways…and how your actions affected the people you had killed on the battlefield. People who had families and had one-day wishes that would never be fulfilled because they died by your hand. You are here in Hell because you are, you were, a weapon to be used in war. Reconnecting with people, with your emotions…it’s a lot harder than you thought it would be.
“That’s what being human is all about.” Husk said. “Ya make mistakes, ya regret the choices ya wish ya would have made, or should’ve made, and ya need to live with it.” He knew that better than anyone.
“The old timer’s got a point but look at how far you’ve come!” Angel exclaimed, spreading his arms out as he began listing all the good things you have done and accomplished since you came to the hotel, though you still needed to learn how to bake real Italian bread, not just heat up the cheap frozen ones in the oven. Husk silently agreed with him, taking another swing of his whiskey. In the end, you got a to-go box, but Angel said he could take it back with him to the hotel. You still needed to deliver the body parts to your cannibal superior and Husk said he’d go with you. But you insisted that you would be fine on your own, and that he and Angel should get some rest.
“Rosie will not let me stay long in the emporium with how late it already is. She’s very particular about keeping the lights on after business hours.” You said, the corners of your mouth tugging downwards into a frown as your gaze fell upon his wings. “Husk…you were twitching a little and I heard your spine crack earlier, and your voice sounded a little raspy. I do not know what the cause of your ailments beyond the scuffle with those loan sharks could be because I am not a doctor…but it would be better if you and Angel took it easy for the rest of the night.”
Keep in mind that Husk had once been an overlord. Yes, he’s been out of the game for a while, he won’t deny it. But he was not going to admit that you might be right. “There’s nothin’ to worry about, I’ll be fine. If I can handle a fight, taking you where you need to go will be a walk in the park.” He grumbled, ignoring Angel’s snickering.
He watched you raise your hand, fingers outstretched towards one of his wings, and then you pulled it away to clench your hand into a loose fist. Husk saw your hesitancy isn’t because you were disgusted at the sight of them, or his appearance. Hell, you had more bloodstains on your clothes than him and Angel combined. No. You were hesitating because you were afraid that your touch might hurt him, or make the pain he was feeling worse.
Husk grinned as he grabbed your wrist, pulling it forward and carefully coiling the gloved fingers around the outer part of the left wing near his forearm to give it a squeeze. “See?” He flexed the muscles. “I’m fine. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.” It took him a second to realize how impulsive his actions were, seeing how your eyes widened and hearing Angel release a low, teasing whistle, muttering “Kinky~!” under his breath. Great. The kid wasn’t going to let this go, not even after a few drinks. Shit. Fuck.
He tried to ignore the warmth flooding his face as he kept his gaze on you until you nodded your head, removing your hand from his wing. You were convinced that he was more than fine to accompany you back to Cannibal Colony, at least for the moment. You turned to Angel. “Are you going to be okay, heading back to the hotel on your own?”
Angel smiled toothily. “Toots, you should know me by now. Sex isn’t the only thing I’m good at.” He winked, holding up the to-go boxes as he turned on his heel, waving his extra hands over his shoulder. “See ya back at the bar! Ya still owe me a drink, Husker~!” Now that he left the diner, it was time for the two of you to make your exit.
You walked down the steps and looked at him. “Ready?”
Husk nodded. “Yeah.” He then held out his paw to you. “Let’s get going.” You nodded, placing your hand in the center of his own, covering the golden-heart shaped paw before he scooped you up in his arms, one claw under your legs and the other around your shoulders. You stared at him.
“What-”
“Hang on tight.” Husk did not give you a chance to respond, unfurling his wings to their full length before putting all of his weight on his back leg, catapulting the two of you into the crimson skies of the Pride Ring. Walking was fine and all, but as you mentioned, it was already pretty late. Why waste more time when he could fly there?
So here you were, held like a princess with one arm wrapped around the carpet bag and your hand placed on his shoulder. But instead of screaming your head off or pleading with him to land somewhere, your attention was elsewhere. You were captivated with the multi-colored pin pricks of light down below, your mouth partly open and [Eye Color] irises widened by a fraction. It was obvious that you hadn’t seen Hell from above. Or maybe you hadn’t traveled by air before. Either way, seeing such an expression on your face, one that wasn’t calm or expressionless like a doll who lived by someone else’s order.
You looked like a living, breathing human who had her own thoughts and could find beauty in the most bizarre of places.
It almost made Husk consider extending this flight for a little longer until he realized he’d have to explain to you in great detail as to why he did decide to do it. So he brushed it off, and followed your instructions to your destination.
Twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at the stone steps leading up to the glass double doors of Rosie’s Emporium. The dimly lit streets were mostly empty, the bars were still open and echoed with raucous laughter and jazz. It was tempting to slip inside there for a drink, but Husk wasn’t too keen on being around cannibalistic drunks. Alcoholic he might be, he wasn’t that stupid. And he didn’t want you to get in trouble with the overlord who ran this place. She was your boss, not his.
He watched you put a hand into your coat pocket and pulled out a small golden key. You put it in the dead bolt, twisting it to the left before pushing the door open. “Miss Rosie?” You called out, stepping inside the darkened establishment. “Miss Rosie, it is me. I am back.”
A moment of silence enveloped the place, but only briefly because soon a tall, thin woman in a burgundy dress with an oversized hat and feathers materialized in front of you. She was at least two or three heads taller than you, smiling down with rows of sharp, gray teeth and pitch black orbs. “Oh there you are, I was startin’ to really get worried! Did John give you everything for my precious little sprouts?”
You quickly explained what had happened, how you could not see John because he had closed the shop by the time you got there but the fertilizer you collected from a gun fight you got into and came out victorious should be more than enough. Rosie was all but delighted, twirling in a small circle as she cooed.
“Ohh, I knew it was a good idea to hire you from the moment you came for the interview! I wish I could’ve seen you at work, using that bone saw and hacking away at corpses, but there’s always another day~! You know how many people come in wishing to have their husbands or wives ripped from limb to limb, at least the ones that taste bad! Ah?” She stopped dancing, craning her long neck to stare at him. “Who’s this you brought with you, [First Name]?” She looked over her shoulder, wagging a finger at you with a raised brow. “Come now, I know I said I wanted you to find a good fella someday, but this one’s way too scruffy for you and you’re much too young for him! Oh, I’m just kidding, I know you’re dedicated to your job! Well? Introduce us!”
You did, introducing him to the overlord as Husk and the hotel’s bartender. Alastor must have told her about him because she immediately called him ‘Alastor’s kitty cat’ and ‘how he used to be such a sophisticated-looking fella until he gambled against Alastor’. She laughed. “Well, small world, after all! [First Name], be a dear and take that bag into the back, will you? I’ll feed the little monsters myself, and you can go home! Oh, did you want some pinky fingers to go? I’ve got plenty of them and you probably didn’t eat dinner again, am I right?”
“Understood. And no thank you, though I will take up on the offer to try one of those roasted legs next time.” Husk almost gagged at your monotone words and Rosie’s cackle, but he had to keep his composure. As far as he knew, you were not a cannibal. And if you were…well, you probably wouldn’t have gone out of your way to help him and Angel, or at least order something from the Cannibal’s Section at the diner instead of force feeding yourself on the daily special.
You might have only been gone for a few minutes, but it was awkward to stand near Rosie, the way she smiled at him like she was thinking about adding him to her menu for not dressing up in a vintage outfit. At least he hoped not. He could barely contain his relieved sigh when you appeared again, hands empty with no bag in sight.
“It’s done.”
“Wonderful~! Now, you march up to bed as soon as you get in the door young lady! No staying up late!” She said, following the two of you to the door. “Give my regards to Alastor and tell that man he must come back soon! These halls have lost their sparkle without his lively presence! Oh! Before I forget~!” She snapped her fingers, and in a puff of dark red smoke, a large wad of bills materialized in your hands. “Here’s your paycheck! I know it’s a little early but I have a very important task for you to do tomorrow!” She grinned. “Go to town and buy yourself some new clothes for work!”
You faltered. “But -”
“Tomorrow is your day off I know, and I really, really love your enthusiasm when you try to come in to help around, but a proper lady of society cannot live on just one dress and a pair of boots! Oh, and you will also need to get a Hellphone in case something like this happens again! No ifs, ands, or buts! If Alastor throws a fit about it, I’ll talk to him! Now, shoo! Husker, be a dear and get my darling worker back to that hotel safely, all right?” She added with a wink.
Husk grunted exasperatedly but did not say a word. The last thing he wanted to do was go pissing off an overlord who just happened to be the Boss’ friend. So he just nodded, and followed you out of the door. When it shut behind them with a click, things got…awkward. Now that you weren’t carrying around a bag full of body parts, there was no need to fly all the way back to the hotel. Or at least that he thought you were thinking.
But he told you that he didn’t mind, since Charlie was probably already worried about the two of you even if Angel had somehow managed to persuade her otherwise. So…you agreed, albeit hesitantly. Husk didn't waste any more time. He scooped you up in his arms and took off into the night skies, though with this being the Pride Ring, there was really no way to tell if it was day or night anymore. Cannibal Colony soon became another darkened spot, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared from sight.
As soon as the two of you made it back to the hotel, Husk had no doubt everyone would be giving him shit. Angel would make comments on his little ‘date’ went, which he’ll deny in every possible way, and the princess might be cryin’ from anxiety or relief knowing that two of you were all right. But that was then. This is now. And…he’s come to like holding you in his arms.
“Husk?”
“Yeah?” He felt the arms around his neck tighten slightly…but not that it wasn’t too uncomfortable. It felt…okay. Like you were trying to say something, but you struggled to find the right words to say without sounding like an ass.
“Thank you…for everything.”
His lips stretched into a grin. "You're welcome."
He felt the cold of your palms, it would seem, through the gloves, but it was not so important. Because as the two of you flew back to the place you called home, he saw you smiling down at the Pentagram in wonder, whispering the places you had visited and or wondered what they were or if he knew anything about them, to which he either answered yes or no. It was such a small smile, but how could he not commit not it to his memory?
And maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad to get a drink with you on a night around town. Or make one for you at his bar. He knew how to make a good non-alcoholic pina colada, even an alcoholic version of it. But who knows? He’ll take things one step at a time, and see what happens.
What Husk did not realize at the time, not too far in the distant future, you would be the one to close the gap between them…and there would be something more between the two of you. Something that made his days in Hell just a little brighter.
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I’ve never come up with an entirely perfect working theory on Coldhands, but the one I lean toward most is that Coldhands is - somehow - an “ordinary” wight (to the extent the word can be used) whom Bloodraven has skinchanged into, effectively taking over from the Others' control of him, and is using as his agent, so to speak, outside the cave of the children of the forest. Whether or not this sort of skinchanging is even possible, I have no idea - but I gravitate toward this idea because I could see Bloodraven using, and justifying the use of, such a being to achieve his ends. As a wight, Coldhands would presumably raise no suspicions among other wights, and perhaps not the Others either - a useful cover for one who had to travel across many hostile miles between the Wall and the cave (and indeed, when Coldhands shows up to save Sam and Gilly, there doesn't seem to be any indication that the wights are going to attack him). Supernatural agents serving as his spies or as part of his spy network is of course nothing new for Bloodraven, given his actions in his political life: even if the stories Dunk remembers that Bloodraven “could change his face, put on the likeness of a one-eyed dog, even turn into a mist” and command “gaunt gray wolves [to hunt] down his foes” and “carrion crows [to spy] for him and [whisper] secrets in his ear” were not all completely true (though some, I think, undoubtedly were), Bloodraven was certainly willing to use a glamour to disguise himself as a hedge knight at the tourney at Whitewalls. From fabricating an identity, and face, to garb himself as another person, Bloodraven has, perhaps, progressed to taking over another person (or at least, their body) entirely, projecting himself into the world as he no longer physically can.
More to the point, I like the way that Coldhands as a skinchanged wight controlled by Bloodraven might in a way represent Bloodraven himself (beyond merely serving as his agent). Like Bloodraven, Coldhands is a Night’s Watch ranger, both complete with tattered old blacks that once reflected their Night's Watch membership, seemingly dead “long ago” but in fact alive (or as much as either can be deemed alive, anyway). Coldhands is, like Bloodraven, a figure both sustained and bound by supernatural power. As Bloodraven has “lived beyond his mortal span” thanks to the weirwoods’ magic, so Coldhands, though killed long before his encounters with Sam and Bran, walks and talks like a living being; however, just as Brynden is fated sooner rather than later to “[go] into the trees” completely, to remain permanently in the cave and join that lineage of greenseers on their weirwood seats, so Coldhands is restricted to the wilds beyond the Wall, permitted neither to cross the Wall’s boundaries nor to enter the children’s warded cave. Coldhands no more hesitates to serve Bran, the Reeds, and Hodor the physical flesh of Night’s Watch deserters, despite the horror of cannibalism, than Bloodraven hesitated to serve Daeron II and Aegon V, metaphorically, the flesh of Daemon Blackfyre and his sons and Aenys Blackfyre, respectively, despite the proscriptions against kinslaying and violating guest right (albeit perhaps with some personal qualms for Bloodraven to the former). In the sort of amusing twist Bloodraven himself might appreciate, the man who once spoke with the king’s voice as Hand now perhaps almost literally has another speak with his voice while he himself sits on a mystical throne. Too, as Bloodraven had once appeared to Dunk looking like “a living corpse” as the former rode through King’s Landing, so now a real living corpse, just as pale, would represent Bloodraven as he rode across the lands beyond the Wall.
What I like about this idea as well is the way in which it adds to the nuance and ethical questions surrounding Bloodraven and the magic he uses. To be clear, I think Bloodraven does care about saving the world: the literally superhuman effort put in to shepherding Bran to becoming his greenseer successor is I believe indicative of this aim. Nevertheless, by skinchanging into a raised wight, Bloodraven may be approaching something close to the rather more nefarious magic employed by the Others; if the very evil of the Others is in their enslaving the reanimated dead for the purposes of destruction, how moral or immoral is Bloodraven’s similar use of a wight, albeit for ultimately positive (or intended to be positive) ends? This potential willingness to take over a human body through magical means, with all the accompanying implications for and discussions on the morality of the actor in question, echoes not only in Varamyr’s disturbing Prologue (with his attempts to seize Thistle) but even in the otherwise very sympathetic Bran and his forcible takeover of Hodor, especially in non-survival or unintentional situations. Obviously, I do not think Bran is malicious or evil, much less on the level of monstrous Varamyr, but I do think the author wants readers to recognize the horror implicit here - through the Others, through these circumstances with Bran, and through, perhaps, Bloodraven’s control of Coldhands (hence the chilling self-identification of Coldhands as “your monster, Brandon Stark).
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Cannibalism is not illegal, at least not that widely. I mean you can't kill a guy, but if he cuts off some flesh you can eat it (in the US). You can't eat a corpse because that's desecrating a corpse, but you also can't (generally) even taxidermy a corpse; the laws around handling corpses are very strict. I understand this to some degree because it's a public health issue, but the level of restrictiveness is stupid and illiberal. You should be able to get taxidermied if you want to.
In Papua New Guinea cannibalism is per se illegal, and this is explicitly for public health reasons. Funerary cannibalism is traditionally practiced there (as well as head-hunting and cannibalism of POWs), but outbreaks of kuru have been cited as reason for keeping it illegal. I also think this is illiberal and more egregiously so; people should be allowed to eat people especially if it is an established cultural practice. Some have argued that the public health risk is also exaggerated, with the Fore kuru outbreak being an outlier. But I don't know if this is true.
Killing people is bad but eating them is no big deal. To me. I've never eaten anybody though.
Hmm, so what this seems to imply is that if cannibalism, which is only incidentally illegal in the U.S, were to become more commonly practiced by a minority of residents, it might become per se illegal?The incidental illegality is presumably a result of the social values held by U.S. citizens that caused them to make such laws against desecrating corpses, and I believe that those values would likely extend to prohibiting cannibalism. Paradoxically, I think that despite the fact that taxidermy is also incidentally illegal by these same values, that it might become legal if the prospect became popular enough, because I don't generally see people express disgust (rather than bemusement, perhaps) at something like Jeremy Bentham's auto-icon.
I think "illiberal" might be the wrong way to characterize a prohibition on cannibalism, however? The stated object-level concern of kuru/prion diseases seems to take precedence here, and we (or whoever is in charge of such things, really) should investigate that, because otherwise we get nowhere; either side can easily build narratives about how either the anti-cannibals are using public health as an excuse for banning a practice they find repulsive, or that this ritual practice developed in an environment where such outcomes weren't easily tracked and the impact is larger than the people who practice it are aware of. I'd believe probably both of these are true to some extent, but I think that seeing the actual numbers would be more important.
Also as you might expect from what I've said in the past about my own ethics, I would also disagree about the liberality of sanctifying established closed cultural practices. I don't think that the people who perform cannibalism as part of their culture should be allowed to in principle unless I also get to eat people if I want. Not that I particularly want to do so or would go out of my way to, just in the interest of clean jurisprudence I don't like the idea of designating any particular groups as "special" in the eyes of the law.
I agree with the overall liberal value here though; I should be able to designate what happens to my corpse, even if I want to be taxidermied or eaten, and there would need to be some real demonstration of harm to others in order to get in the way of that. I'm just not sure that there isn't.
I do think I would try human meat if offered and I knew there were no significant health risks and the human consented to being eaten by me. It would probably be disappointing, probably it would taste like pork, but at least I could say that I did it.
I probably won't get taxidermied after I die. Other than the fact that there are better options, this is mostly because I don't want people to think I agreed with Jeremy Bentham about philosophy.
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Guillermo de la Cruz Gothic, Fandom Edition:
there is a tennis match between two people talking about the REAL version of some guy. both of their versions of the guy are two completely different guys you've never met.
their reasoning is a single line from four seasons ago, the worst-faith interpretation of a decision with all the context cut out, and a headcanon that they forgot was a headcanon. this is true for whatever side of the argument you like least, but when you listen to the other side they're somehow also doing it at the same time.
the guy is on the Asshole Friends Show. when they're not talking about what kind of guy he is, everyone debates if he should kill all the assholes or if he is actually the worst most unforgivable asshole of all of them. when he opens his mouth to say what he wants to do, everyone decides why he actually means something different from that.
there's a cave with a sign that says Ethics in Selfishness, Sacrifice, and Semi-Mandatory Cannibalism. you try to go inside but there's just a high pitched whining noise and sometimes fart sounds. everyone decides that they already went in there ages ago and we all agreed the one answer was [whatever you personally think about it].
everyone who reblogs this post will tag it '#yeah!!! #[insane hyperbole I the op would never agree to]'
every time I reblog a thing someone else writes about the tennis match, I also tag it '#yeah!!! #[insane hyperbole op of the post would never agree to]'
this continues for forty years. everyone continues to agree the guy is our favorite, whoever the hell he is.
#fandom: wwdits#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#guillermo de la cruz#some stuff was on my dash#so i chanted 'grey area' until i ruptured something and when i woke up this was here#i am a meta gremlin
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PROPAGANDA
Mia Winters
Gets called the villain of the whole series for the way Mother Miranda talked to Ethan while shapeshifting and pretending to be her. Ethan doesn’t find her behaviour strange so people take this as Mia being abusive, but it’s just to throw you off the plot twist and Mia is also a very traumatised woman who recently had a baby so even if she is acting weird it’s probably not something Ethan would be all that surprised by, did work with a very shady organisation that made bioweapons like Eveline and that’s a bad thing but she’s also not a villain of either game, Ethan gets himself into danger just to save her even after three years of her going missing and being presumed to be dead
Mia Winters does bad shit in Resident Evil 7, or at least before the story. She was involved with a bioterrorist organisation and worked as a caretaker for a bioweapon with the mind and appearance of a 10 year old girl, and in doing so she both fed into said bioweapon’s obsession with family which later results in the infection, mutation and death of an innocent family, as well as the obvious ethical concerns of shipping a bioweapon anywhere alongside the added factor that this bioweapon was a child being kept in labs and experimented on. However, Mia did not, as I’ve seen people say, create Eveline, and for her entire time in the actual timeline of Resident Evil 7 and 8 she spends trying to fix her mistakes to protect her family. In Resident Evil 8, Mia is impersonated by the main antagonist and said antagonist acts strangely while pretending to be her, and people take this to mean that Mia is actually an abusive wife and mother when the game does not at all support this. She keeps information from her husband in both games for both of their sakes, but she is treated as irredeemable when other characters keep much more important information from her husband that directly results in him getting into immense danger with a cult of mutants and cannibals. Mia did an awful thing being involved with transporting a bioweapon, but she is also always mainly concerned with the safety of her family and will gladly put her life on the line in Resident Evil 7 so that her husband can survive, and her only appearances in Resident Evil 8 are her worrying about the safety of her daughter and husband. When she does other questionable things, it is always for the safety of her family. Mia is not completely innocent and she’s not the main antagonist of Resident Evil 7 and 8, she’s a character with actual complexity that people tend to overlook most of the time
Chara Dreemur
There's a lot of bias against Chara for appearing at the end of the Genocide Route, but there's so much more to them than "I want to murder everyone". They're a kid!! They made mistakes and they felt bad for them, and now they're stuck following the player and watching their every move... The fandom misrepresents them very badly imo
Somehow people forgive Asriel for everything he's done as a soulless being after his death, but when it comes to Chara, it's like they're the devil incarnate.
Chara is a character commonly seen as guilty for the genocide run or harmless disregarding them only appearing at the end and posioning Asgore
Poor kid called themselves a demon ONE TIME and then got misrepresented so badly as immoral killer with no sympathy
People constantly blame them for the worst ending of the game, even though the entire point of the game is that the player has a the opportunity to choose senseless violence and that it is the player's fault for killing the characters. They are a troubled child, and while they do some bad things, like taking the player's violent example at the end, most of what the fandom pins on them is in the hands of the player.
#misrepresented morally grey#round 1#bracket b#did everything wrong bracket#resident evil#mia winters#undertale#chara dreemurr
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Thanks for all the story suggestions so far! As someone who hasn't read the books but loves the character as played by Hopkins and the chemistry between Lecter and Clarice, I'm curious about the book ending of "Hannibal," the one that so many people, including Jodie Foster, hated and rejected.
My understanding, if I'm not mistaken, is that Hannibal ultimately "won" Clarice as his lifelong lover and companion by way of drugging her and putting her through intensive hypnotherapy until her mind was no longer her own, her psyche essentially replaced with that of his beloved sister Mischa, who was murdered at five years old. A twisted, perverse, self-serving design, but he's convinced himself that he's doing what's in her best interest and something she truly wants, deep down, but can't admit.
Does he also decide to go this route out of a belief that Clarice would never, ever compromise her career, values, ethics, morals or principles to be with him, even if she did in fact love him as he (apparently) does her? He treasures her incorruptibility, yes? Therefore, for her to consciously and willingly break from the bureau to live it up with a serial-killing cannibal would show that she is in fact corruptible. Tainted, if you will? Unlike Mischa, who died pure as the driven snow and loved him as nobody else ever did, would or could, given the things he's done.
I won't ever read the books since I know how their story ends. But is my interpretation at least close to correct? Or did Harris leave it open to the reader?
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Part 2 (there's gonna be a part 3 cuz no way I watch 4 hours straight)
Flayon: he's the homicidal maniac but he's................................................................................... Moe.
Yeah. That.
Yknow I know what to comment about the game but sometimes Altare and Flayon say some shit I don't even know what to say
Tsugino angst!?!?!?!?!!?!??!!!????
Bro were they confined in a cult or what
"He has family?" Yeah. That he killed. He killed 20 people. But did he kill this one?
Flayon: babyboy babyboy babyboy
-Mood.
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Carbonated Milk!?!???!????!!?????!????!?!?!
........
What if I put milk in sparkling water...? (I should get arrested)
TSUGINO WAS READING AND THEN THERE WERE NONE (<- read that) (moderate agatha christie fangirl) that's um.... Umm....
HE FAINTED AGAIN!?!
Oh I'd wanna pinch his cheeks too. Thanks Natsu.
KABZGAKAHSKAOSKSBXHALSNAVXHAKAHZA HE LIKES BOOK HE LIKES BOOKS
KABDVWMDJEBKWHE "CUZ IT CAN MAKE A PERSON HAPPY" AKSBDVEJSJXJXHDHDYDYDHFUDJEJEJDJDJDHFJDJDH (me when a guy likes books)
Yanno what maybe I'm over thinking this. Imagining reasons. Watch it turn out Tsugino had a normal life nut he still killed 20 people
Pfffff Tsugino's sister is Hatsune Miku. (Canonically ever blue haired character in the world is Hatsune Miku's sibling)
A PIANO! I PIANO! (<- i have to play every piano I see)
Tsugino: I'll be fine
*immediately cuts to dream flashback*
THE BRAID THE BRAID
Does he just kesp passing out and falling on the floor or does Maeno catch him? He probably catches him.
Oh.... The merchant of venice......
Does hamlet have symbolism in this game?
HE GOT BIT!!!! (AND NOT IN A KINKY WAY (ALTARE))
"Did i use to get hurt a lot" *looks at resume* well....... If there was someone I'd like some names. I just wanna talk
Free ma man, he killed 20 people but I don't care.
This is a VERY BAD time for me to hear some random knocking from the other room
HOK
WAIT HE DID HAVE A BIG SISTER
"Criminal for please" you said it was a career first
"I attacked maeno!? " the maeno I know would be like "no hard feelings" but then again i don't know maeno
So does Maeno have ENDED on his file cuz they terminate his assignment cuz of that incident?
THEY ARE DOING (ETHICALLY QUESTIONABLE) MEMORY WHIPE "TREATMENTS"
[ *realization* wait. Didn't i eat a pizza before watching the previous video!?!?!? Dang. I wish i could remember but i have gold fish memory (or depression amnesia idk) ]
WHY IS MAENO SO QUIET
"What's wrong with this facility?"........ They had a CANNIBAL here. But lots and lots and lots and lots more
!!!!?!!?!?!?! DEAD FISH EYES!!!??!?????!!!
[What do you mean Altare makes that face!?? ]
*realization*
Altare: huuuh...
Flayon: HAAAAAAAAA!?
Me: *GASP*
[This was a very bad moment for my laptop to be acting up (audio replaying in a buffer. This could be very creepy if I wasn't. Like. Immune. ) (this is all very ironic cuz i used to be a cry baby easily scared by even my ken shadow) ]
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
[FLAYON YOU MADLAD]
*realization* .... Did Maeno contact ZENO just now from the bite??? Cuz that'd be some zombie shit. But that'd mean Tsugino already had ZENO but that would mean he at least used to be insane but he's normal now somehow (the memory whipe treatment??? But if it was something transmittable through bite.... I don't think it would work that way... (irl))
[IS FLAYON JUST PISSED OFF HE CAN'T HEAR ALTARE'S SEXY VOICE?? LMFAOOOO?]
This is the worst time to pass out, Haru!!! (Would he kill me for saying that? Well. As long as he wakes up)
"My bestie's lil sis" wait what? Huh? What? Huh?
And why would you wanna compete with that???
(I did wonder why their hair was different. Altho i considered adoption or anime logic. They have anime hair anyways. And i do note her hair i think it's the same color as that creepy ??? Guy chasing them oh fuck. And Natsu coughed too oh fuck. They all had ZENO?)
[ "Flayon: HE'S MANSTANDING" lmfao]
What do you mean they can't even go to the toilet in here???!?!? Abuse!!!
[Altare what are you making Flayon say!?!?? ]
"Would do anything for their research" huh....... Even kill everyone, whipe their own memories and handcuff themselves to a homicidal maniac?
[Flayon: you're pretty stable
Altare: *chuckles*
Flayon: ..... I hope so
... Should I study them too?? ]
GASP THE MORGUE!?
[Flayon: it's always biological warfare with these people
Couldn't have said it better myself]
*realization*did... Did fucking Maeno put HIS memories in Tsugino??? And that's what we've been seeing???? Bitch why???? For reseach yeah yeah............... To see if Zeno can be cured or transmitted that way???
Drinks! I like carbonated water. Or tea. But I don't trust whatever fucking "tea" they have at vending machines
Wait no why do I assume Maeno did that to himself??? It coulda been Ushi-whats his face that did that to the both of them.
"here's getting sweeter!!"
I KNOW RIGHT
"... Unfortunately for you..... "
Ugh. I know right.
"You're only 18 you can't drink yet" you can in england. So they're def not in England.
WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!????!!??!? Plz don't die maeno i would literally rather you be insane and a murderer.
OJ FICK HME THAT'S WAYYYY TOO MUCH BLOOD >< we ain't getting maeno back in one piece, Tsugino 😭
Huh. Well I'll be-
It's fine, I wasn't emotionally invested in that guy or anything (jk. Nothing is fine in this game ever)
Oh fuck.
*holds my breath with tsugino*
Oh thank fuck.
"He got bitten-" babyboy, I'm 10 steps ahead of you.
["THE BITE OF 87" SHUT UP ALTARE]
[Yanno i have to save this draft with about the same frequency that Flayon saves the game]
"What's gonna happen if he catches me?" That's what we have save files for and Altare's morbid curiousity
OH FUCK THEY MADE THIS GRAAAAPHYYYYYC (as graphic as you can, make it in a pixels CGs)
Like two meters. Aren't you a fucking doctor?
BRO FLAYON'S SCREAM
BRO ALTARE'S
Hm.
Hmmm. So did I mention I DON'T like pork like at all except for prosciutto?
Anyways
....................... Oh man....... THAT'S why I thought Maeno could do that to himself...
[ALTARE YOU TROLL YOU SADIST YOU]
Edit: wait no. I'm stupid. THE BRAID. In my defense, it's been a long day
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AND NOW I'M SUPPOSED TO GO TO SLEEP WHAT THE FUCK
@ceruleancattail this game is awesome! Thanks!
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Let’s Talk Whump No.7
Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community. I’m Malice and I’ll be your host.
Today we have @kira-the-whump-enthusiast joining us to share his whump story!
Tell us something non-whump related about yourself!
Hi I'm Kira! I'm just a guy on the internet who has something wrong with him (affectionate). Outside of whump I do a lot of regular OC stuff! Though, it always ends up angsty. I draw a shit ton, I watch video essays, and I pet my cat. He's adorable and amazing, by the way!
What does whump mean to you?
God, I don’t know man. It's when the character gets hurt and it makes me smile, I guess. For me it usually ends up being brutal torture of the physical or mental kind!
How did you discover the whump community?
So I found the whump-culture-is blog, and I kinda skirted around the whole idea cuz I wasn't super comfortable with it yet. And then I stumbled upon Hazeshift by @whumpwillow!!! That was the story that got me into whump, it clicked a switch somewhere in my brain. And from there I started following more whump blogs, creating some OCs to whump, and eventually made a blog! Now I’m here.
It seems to be a common thread that everyone has a specific whump story that just clicked! Have you found that your whump tastes have changed over time?
I think my favorite tropes have largely stayed the same, same as my hard preference for OC over fandom. But I've gotten way more into making whumpy art lately! It's mostly on my art blog @kira-does-art-sometimes So, I haven't exactly been writing. I am still doing some though, I'm just really bad at finishing it.
And your favourite whump tropes?
May the devil bless my soul, I am not mentally normal about any of this.
First of all I am an avid whumper-turned-whumpee and villain whump fan. This is the Main Trope I enjoy because it is just so good. Look man, I just need to see the somewhat sympathetic (or not) bad guys get whumped and then maybe get a hug afterwards because even if they did bad shit before, they still don't exactly deserve bad things to happen to them? I dunno know, it's a bit soothing. Also god, there are so many good dynamics you would have. Reluctant caretakers, righteous whumpers, whumpees-turned-whumpers,,,, god, I am insane for this. Also the angst potential is ridiculous and I love it.
I am also a fan of sicko shit like cannibalism and gore and vivisection. Like yes, cut that guy open and eat his organs. I will never not be normal about cannibalism and also I believe it is completely ethical if it's fully consensual. Anyways, fucked-up cannibalism is very good too. I need the people to eat each other. I need blood dripping from mouths and staining smiles. I need the faux-intimacy of feasting on another. Vivisection is also great for similar reasons. It is very Intense and Torture and I think it's fun!! You can also eat the whumpee's organs. Food for thought, pun intended!
Glasgow smiles!I love those. I need to give more of my whumpees those. I just think it's neat and it's an alternative gag. You can't exactly talk without pain when your face has been slit open.
Immortal whump is the best. Because you can just do anything, really stretch a guy past their limits and then do it again!!! The fun never ends because they can't die, at least not permanently. Killing an immortal is underrated. And I don't mean permanently. I mean like bringing them back, again and again, and continuing the murder! Is that not fun?!
Isolation in whump is very underrated. Solitary confinement is a form of torture after all. I think there's something very resonant for me about the simple. Lack of anything to the point that it drives you insane. The only thing making you like this are the walls cutting you off from the world. How do you explain that to people? I also like other fucked up forms of isolation like when the whumpee pretty much only interacts with the whumper or people on their side. The way that it can fuck them up is very intriguing to explore in writing I think.
I realize this is somewhat sicko behavior. I have decided to not apologize for this. Also if the FBI is reading this, I um. I have little to no desire to do this in real life okay don't arrest me.
I think we’re all screwed if the FBI ever decides to look our way…I look forward to sharing a cell with you all! Do you have a favourite piece you've written?
I guess I'd definitely have to say Spirals and Solitaire is one of my better pieces!! Look. I just needed to write about a woman with depression. That's my favorite type of character. It combines a lot of my favorite tropes. A villain with angst for days being trapped in a room and slowly, slowly, going fucking insane. Getting way too attached to the only person that talks to them. And a bystander who doesn't help until it's too late. But better late than never hey?
Also I am still a fan of Midnight Meal which is really surprising since it's like almost a year old I think? I think it holds up! I just like the cannibalism. And the gore. And I have gotten the best comments on it. Thank you to the nice people who left comments on it! Definitely my most sicko piece out of all my writing. Isaac's my favorite whumpee and this is not even the worst thing that happens to him, by the way.
I also have this single series, Diamonds to Dust that I have definitely updated recently. I may or may not actually start writing the seventh chapter. I apologize for the radio silence on this lol. Storm and Zuri and Xavier are my beloveds. Also Lusik and Octavia are fucked up lesbians but I haven't gotten into that yet. My favourite toxic ship!
What's your writing routine like? Is there a must have drink or snack?
My writing schedule fucking insane to be honest. Kinda goes like:
- At a random point in time I get an idea.
- I ruminate on the idea for an extended period of time. From like a week to a year. Average is prolly a couple months.
- After the rumination I finally get some words on the goddamn paper! I write in fucking simplenote cuz I can access it on all my devices.
- The words never get finished on the first day. From then it is three days to two months until I continue the goddamn thing. Or I just don't. Sometimes that happens.
- And then the editing. Oh god. The editing. Suffice to say I hate it, I hate it, I hate it but it's necessary so I do it. Actually this takes like two weeks max cuz again. Hate it to shreds. I send it to my lovely whump friends for beta reading. I love yall!
- And then post. God help me when I do that.
This is why I never post anything sorry about that.
Usually I write in my very comfy bed in the evening. I don't really munch on snacks or drinks when I write.
Is there anything specific that you find easy to write?
I find that it's pretty easy for me to write characters with depression. When the character is just angsting and going through the emotional ringer, it's pretty easy for me to write stuff. Honestly that's probably how I got Spirals and Solitude finished so quickly. It's literally just like three thousand words of Wrenna having depression. I really struggle with writing like pure fluff. I dunno know, I just find it hard to create a good conflict when it's so lighthearted.
And do you have any current projects?
I have like a couple WIPs who are not finished yet. I may finish and post them one day. I am also always drawing. Probably of my OCs or fan art of my friend's OCs!
Bless us with some writing advice please!
You ask me??? For writing advice. Uhhhh I dunno man. Just get a little silly with it. Being Quality is overrated. Someone's probably gonna read it and get something out of it even if it's just like seven words in comic sans or whatever. Or maybe you are the one who reads it and gets something out of it! Self deprecation is overrated too. Your writing is probably fine. It is probably even good. Likely, it is even great and amazing!
Shoutouts?
Huge shout out to @whump-in-the-closet for being extremely cool and having the best OCs and writing. And also listening to my little sicko OC rants!
@whumpcloud has literally some of the best whump stories I've ever read like god! I go feral for their characters.
@zillastar13 has extremely amazing writing and very good taste. Love their art!
Anything you'd like to add? <3
Lowkey I think we as a community need more transgender characters. In any role. I just need to see more guys who are transgender. Who get a little funky with their gender. Who maybe even have their transsexuality impact the story in some way. Same for like, characters of color and female characters. I'd love to see whumpees with lots of different backstories and female characters in lots of different roles in the narrative. I personally don't think that the violence that women and minorities face in real life necessarily has to be analogous to the violence faced by a character in a story. I know it can go very badly but it can get a little tiring sometimes to only find stories with cis white male characters. Variety pls.
It was awesome to have you here, Kira! Thanks for stopping by!
And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!
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Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader headcanons: daily routine
warnings: tooth-rotting content, vibes of a semi-domestic life, OOC, established relationship.
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Alastor knows that he is a perfect gentleman with high expectations.
He is one of the most feared overlords in Hell and thrives in the throes of chaos; those unfortunate souls who would dare to question him are torn apart, their screams broadcasted for all to hear and to remind them why he is here. Alastor knows he gets bored easily and doesn’t like to invest his time in short-lived entertainment, heavens no~! He’s here for the continuous, unpredictable acts on the stage of the Hazbin Hotel, that’s why he’s offered his services to Charlie as the gracious facility manager in the first place~!
Funnily enough, it was because of Lucifer’s delusional daughter that he met you. Through a colorful ad, you were given a room under the condition that you participated in all of the group activities unless you worked around the clock like the hotel’s other resident, Angel Dust. You admitted with a blank look that you did have a job in Cannibal Town, but your hours were flexible.
Oh~ho, someone new to entertain himself with, what a lovely day it is indeed~!
That had been his initial impression of you: never smiling, an excellent work ethic, and always dressed appropriately [unlike some people]. But as the months slowly trickled by, inching ever closer to the new extermination date and working with you on a near constant basis as facility manager and part-time groundskeeper respectively, you became…important to him. You opened to him about your services in both the Great War and as an Automemory Doll.
You had done many terrible things that you were not proud of. Initially you had thought by writing letters for clients, helping them convey the words they wanted to say to a loved one, would wash away the blood you had spilt on the battlefield. In the end, it was a foolish endeavor.
Your sins could not be so easily forgotten, and you had no doubt that some of the men you had killed were down here too, perhaps wanting to seek revenge for what you did. Your place is here in Hell, but that did not mean you could help sinners in your own way if they earnestly wished to redeem themselves.
It had been a sudden, pesky thing. The moments his feelings for you had altered, whenever that was…irritating to say the least though manageable. Alastor had not even realized that something as trivial as his feelings had changed at all until the small affliction upon his heart festered and grew, bubbling up to the surface and overwhelming him with an emotion he hadn’t identified before. He tried to stifle this emotion, pushing it far back down into the chambers of his rotted heart and forgetting all about it. Prioritize his hunger for freedom, to free himself from the leash coiled tightly around his neck. But all of his efforts were all for naught. No matter how painful it was to admit the truth to himself, Alastor knew. He knew that this desire to call you his companion would not stop clawing through his ribcage until he was absolutely sure that you reciprocate his feelings.
He tried to approach you with the intention of a proper courtship when romance was not his speciality; he helped you around the hotel excluding the greenhouse because of his special relationship with plants, his shadows secretly escorted you to and from work, and he used his magic to levitate heavy objects even when you had told him that you were quite strong physically. But you had somehow mistaken his intentions as a sign of self-improvement, much to his frustration.
When all hope seemed lost, however, he found a letter underneath his door one dreary Monday morning. He immediately recognized the ruby-red wax seal as yours and wasted no time opening it.
He read the contents, eyes growing larger and larger with each line and his heart hammering against his chest, suddenly feeling dizzy…dizzy with what? Shock? Joy? He wasn’t sure but those blasted shadows of his were dancing around the room, jazz music echoing from the swamp with besotted grins stretched across their inky faces. Love? Does he…love you as you love him? Well, your letter did not say it outright, you have confessed to him that you feel intense emotions whenever he is around you. You were bewildered and afraid and you do not blame him in any way. You just…needed help. His help in understanding these emotions before it drove you to the brink of madness and uncertainty.
Understanding what love is, even the concept of it is just as surreal and foreign to him. But if words could reach you far better than his actions, then it would be an insult to his reputation as the Radio Demon to simply improvise on his courting methods. So he wrote a reply to your letter, carefully and meticulously penning one sentence after another until he was satisfied. His shadows had the honor of delivering his letter, and the silence in his room allowed Alastor to focus preparing for tonight’s broadcast. He couldn’t keep the audience waiting~!
Hours later, he had a script. He had energy and more importantly, he was eager to hear Vox’s outraged howling once the fool realized yet another sponsor had been snatched from right underneath his flat-screened chin~! Oh, Alastor the Radio Demon was ready to go on air until a sudden knock interrupted his little spiel.
Confused, curious, and quite annoyed, he made a beeline towards the door, throwing it open and ready to skewer the miserable soul who would dare to intrude on his domain when he saw it was you, standing there with a silver tray in your hands. But what surprised him more than the sight of his favorite snacks and coffee was seeing a smile on your face. It wasn’t a forced one where you’d slap your cheeks and try to stretch them out, it was…a genuine smile. And it was directed towards him.
“May I join you?” You asked.
Suffice to say, those four little words told him everything he needed to know as his own grin widened, bowing from the waist. “Of course, my dear~! Please, come in, come in~! The show is just about to start~!”
Once you stepped inside the radio station, still smiling, that's how it began. His romantic relationship with you, that is.
Although you had told him more than once to go back to sleep after rising out of your shared bed at five o’clock in the morning, Alastor insisted on waking up with you. It is his choice as it is your habit to prepare for the day ahead much earlier than your colleagues. He will never say it out loud, but he does enjoy these quiet hours when it is just the two of you.
Alastor is in charge of making breakfast in the hotel’s brand new kitchen, and that is final. He will appreciate your assistance with setting up the table; meticulously placing the silverware and napkins down, changing out the bouquet of shriveled flowers with fresh ones from the greenhouse, and preparing his coffee just how he likes it in his favorite mug. He gladly prepares your usual morning tea and adds just a little more sliced fruit on your already full plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. You needed all of the energy at the emporium today~! Although you did work here at the hotel, Rosie owned your soul and you were her assistant. You made sure everything in Cannibal Town was running smoothly, including the emporium, should its darling overlord be away from her territory for a myriad of reasons.
Over breakfast, he would share ideas with you for his broadcast before deciding to put the words on paper. Goodness knows that he’s asked for assistance with typing or refining the scripts mere hours before he’s on the air, though at least he does it with more style than a clout-chasing, mediocre podcast who talks too fast and jumps from one fad to another in pursuit of allure. He hears your feedback with a thoughtful hum before asking if you would like another cup of tea.
After helping him clean up the kitchen, the two of you return to your room. He would read the morning newspapers in his comfy chair, sometimes out loud if the articles were interesting to hear over the click-clank-clank of your Remington typewriter as you wrote either scripts for his show or a daily report for Rosie. When the clock on the dresser struck seven, it was time for you to leave for Cannibal Town.
The two of you exchange words, wishing the other to have a good day and remember to smile because you are never fully dressed without one. Then you leave the hotel, suitcase in one hand and a tin lunchbox in the other. Alastor will also make your midday meals, so make sure to enjoy it to your heart's content. He will not be happy if you decide to forgo taking a proper break just so that you can be ahead of your workload. Granted it is a lovely surprise to see you return much earlier than normal, but Rosie shared his sentiments. Bottom line: take your lunch break when you are supposed to or you will face the disappointed wrath of two cannibals.
He might have seen that you are more than capable of keeping yourself in the Pentagram, but that will not lessen his protective nature. A shadow will always be by your side when you leave the hotel’s premises, keeping him up to date on your movements while he is helping Charlie or Vaggie.
Ironically, it is his position as the hotel’s facility manager that acts as his coping mechanism. He will keep himself busy for as long as possible, asking trivial questions here and there. He doesn’t want anyone to know that this…. habit developed because he does not like it when you are not home at exactly six o’clock. He knows Rosie would never keep you in Cannibal Town beyond working hours unless it was an emergency but have mercy on him! If you can't help working late, so be it but please come back to him as soon as you can. It would put his mind at ease just a little if you contacted him ahead of time.
Once you are home, he will immediately sweep you into his arms and do a little dance before escorting you to the dining room, with a hot meal already prepared and waiting for you to enjoy. He will sit with you so that you won’t have to eat by yourself. Once you’ve had your fill of food and drink, it’s time to unwind for the night. He will play soft jazz over the radio as either you read in bed, or he reads, and you do a tiny bit of work on your typewriter before it’s time for sleep. He won’t fall asleep until you have drifted off first.
Rosie will tease him about you being his support system over tea, but it’s true. You are the reason, the sanity, to his madness.
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Mayhaps some Shallow Amethyst aka my new fave Sam ship
The knife flashed in the red and blue flashing lights, and Sam heard the scream come from her right. She swallowed down her laughter as the scare actor continued to flail the knife through the gap in the fence, strategically placed just far away from the path that it couldn’t actually reach any of the people walking through the haunted house. Beside her, she heard Paulina do her best to stop her own laughter. She was able to get it down to nothing more than a wheeze.
The haunted house they had decided to go to was not in Amity Park. Amity Park didn’t have haunted houses anymore. Though, depending on how you looked at it, every house in Amity Park was haunted nowadays. Sam had thought it would be a cute date idea; the drive had been nice, especially with the trees in their fall colors, and the town the haunted house was in had an ethically and environmentally friendly jewelry shop that the two girls were planning on stopping at afterwards. Of course, driving an hour out of Amity meant that the haunted house wasn’t quite up to their standards of scary.
Paulina leaned in closer to Sam’s side, resting her chin on Sam’s shoulder so she could whisper in her ear. It made walking a little challenging, but considering the other three members of their assigned group were shaking so bad Sam had already asked them if they were having a seizure twice, it wasn’t that big of a deal. “Did you see the makeup that actor was wearing? It was so patchy and fake looking!”
“It really was. And they really went with a steak knife? For their cannibal serial killer character?” Sam whispered back, rolling her eyes. “At least if they went with a butcher's knife it could be considered a classic, but a steak knife?”
“Honestly, this whole place is kinda tacky,” Paulina said. “I think we should’ve skipped it and gone to dinner instead. There was a nice Thai place I’ve been hearing about. Supposed to have some good vegetarian food.”
“We can still go there after,” Sam pointed out. A section of the ceiling fell away, and a tattered skeleton fell directly into their path. Neither of them broke stride as they stepped around it, even as one of their group members screamed and stumbled backwards. Again. “Plus, I thought you said you wanted to get some pictures here for your instagram or whatever.”
“That was before I knew this place would be so lame. No one’s going to be interested in seeing this when its so…” Paulina trailed off and gestured with her hand not tucked in Sam’s pocket at the haunted house.
“I think most of the people on your instagram are just interested in seeing you,” Sam pointed out.
Paulina smiled smugly. “Very true.”
“C’mon, we’re almost at the end. We can go grab something to eat, and look around town for a bit.”
Paulina hummed contemplatively. “Let’s enjoy the last few moments of Chicken Little over there,” she tilted her head to the terrified patron. “There’s no need to rush. Besides, I like spending time with you. Even in trashy haunted houses.”
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I'm not a vegan, and I think that the fact that most other people also aren't vegans shows that "an animal can't consent to sex" is an ethical position we all choose to adopt out of convenience rather than principle; we don't tend to object that an animal can't consent to being killed and eaten, so it's a little strange to use "consent" as a model for sex but neither murder nor "having you corpse devoured" when talking about non-human animals, when most of us would be at least somewhat hesitant to kill another human even if that human asked us to do it, and those of us that would eat human meat would almost always prefer to know that the human had consented to being eaten.
But if this is an excuse rather than a principled justification, I think that the explanation is that most people simply have a strong revulsion to bestiality, but they don't think this is a strong enough justification on its own. Unlike cannibalism, there don't seem to be any cultures that practice it? Probably these are diseases that can be transmitted which explain this species-wide taboo, or maybe all of the cultures that practiced it died off or were assimilated by their neighbors and so we just never found any evidence. It doesn't seem like something we'll ever have a satisfactory answer to.
Maybe I'm a conservative old fogey for saying this but I don't think this is one I'm capable of getting over, even though I don't really have a much stronger objection than "that's gross and I don't like it." And this is unfortunately the case despite the fact that I'm aware that there are many fruits of that same tree which could be used to poison me! I guess at best I think I could be convinced that bestiality shouldn't be illegal, but I don't think I could be convinced not to find it objectionable.
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[IMAGE ID: A snapshot of a comment from this post that states "They are not mutually exclusive BUT the big difference is the Ten Commandments are directives for how we behave as an individual (being loving kind honest and trustworthy) whereas the Constitution is specifically about how a Government governs the nation and cares for each person living in that nation = responsibility accountability and ensuring human rights. #HumanRightsRule" /IMAGE]
So I went into this on the original post but I think it's time to come out and say it for everyone: The Ten Commandments, at least as taught to Christians, are TERRIBLE as a moral guideline.
Disclaimer: I'm talking here about Christianity, because we get taught these rules as children as an end-all be-all set rather than part of the whole book. And it's Christian politicians who think they should be posted in schools and courthouses. I know that Jewish people have a lot more context to this stuff.
In a list of rules, generally the most important rule is the first. And the first here is "I am the Lord thy God, you shall have no other gods before me." That one goes ABOVE "Don't murder."
That's right, "You are all MY bitches and don't be looking at other gods" is Number One. Above "Don't murder."
Further down the list we have TWO commandments about FEELING envious of your neighbor. One of them explicitly says not to covet your neighbors slaves. There is no commandment that says "Don't have slaves."
There is also no commandment that prohibits cannibalism, and you can bet if Zeus put out 10 Rules for Morality there'd be a prohibition on cannibalism. Jewish people have tons of food laws, granted, which come after this stuff so they have that covered but most Christian churches just read or post this top ten list and go on... and there's nothing in this about ethical eating, let alone not eating other people.
It also states to "Honor thy mother and thy father" with no qualifications on what thy mother and thy father are doing, and some people's parents get up to some real bullshit and tell their kids to do so. So basically, if your parents are cannibals, there is NOTHING in the 10 Commandments that permits you to stop them from cannibalizing. And people call THIS god more moral than Zeus, who specifically stopped his father from doing more cannibalism!
"Oh but we look down on Zeus because we believe in consent!" Except there's no prohibition against sexual assault. The only prohibition against sexual anything is a prohibition against adultery, which occurs between two consenting adults, so we have a really fucked up view on sexual morality here too.
There is nothing telling you not to perform non-sexual assault, this god was fine with hitting your neighbor in the face as long as you weren't coveting him or lying about him.
We also have some stuff against stealing, so property crimes are covered but not most crimes that physically hurt people.
Having one holy day a week, and not making any idols of gods makes the list, above "Don't murder" and "Don't murder" is the LOW bar for moral guidelines.
And I'd like to give a special shoutout to "Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord in vain" which many Christians take to mean "Don't say gawddammit" which is an ESPECIALLY stupid rule to put in the top ten what the hell. It's better when it's seen as a prohibition against false oaths, but combined with adultery and false witness against your neighbor that makes THREE commandments about oathbreaking and not one about slavery, rape or cannibalism and I'm sorry it's just not a good ""How to be a good person" list.
And it's not "Well, that's the time and this is historical and--" blah blah blah or else there'd be SOMETHING about not eating people, which they knew not to do then. And it would have some caveats on honoring your parents because they knew you might have shitty parents back then. And there'd be less emphasis on morally neutral cultural specifics like who you worship or taking a day off.
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Anyway let’s finally talk about
Dark Magic’s Cannibalism Motif
Dark magic has been compared to many things in fandom, most notably hunting by those who see nothing wrong with dark magic itself. However, I’ve always seen dark magic as been more adjacent to cannibalism — the consumption of self and others — as far as motifs and explicit explorations in canon go.
This is for a few reasons, most notably Sarai’s speech in 2x05. In it, she critiques the labelling of the Magma Titan simply as a monster, instead positing
Does it think? Does it feel? Does it have a family? Or is it the last of its kind?
Simply put: is the Magma Titan sentient like a “human” (whatever that means) and therefore is murdering it much more ethically complicated than we want it to be? Is seeing something as a monster — as dark magic parts — the easy way out of the problem we’re in? Harrow is able to extend not seeing some lives as inherently more valuable than others on the basis of birth and borders to Duren, but he is unable to do so with Xadia.
For example, if the Magma Titan is fully human in thought and feeling, but just speaks a different language — how would you feel if the spell had required an elf’s heart, meaning whichever unlucky elf they came across first would be slaughtered? What if it required an elven child’s body parts? Would you see the fault line then? Would you stare down the slippery slope and see the bottom?
While I think most dark magic spells that require only animals and plants and no magical creatures to be much more passable, even that is an ethical pit. What constitutes as an animal vs a sentient being in a world where some animals can talk? Is talking the basis for human intelligence, when plenty of humans do not talk and have routinely been ostracized and abused for it by society, seen as ‘less than’ to begin with? What if a magical creature is considered ‘sentient enough’ to not be magic parts in one kingdom, but not enough in another?
Dark Magic is inherently about finite consumption. You have the materials for one spell at any given time; if it is going to be performed again, you need a repletion of these materials. (The one exception we see seems to be Claudia’s snake bracelets, although who knows how they’re enchanted.) Season three ramps this up further by showing how you can consume dark magic and how it can consume you — literally — particularly in the case of Viren.
“He swallows your heart.
He swallows your mind.
He swallows your power.”
Translated dark magic spell from Aaravos when he and Viren are attacking Zym in the exact same way Ziard used in the 3x01 / 1x01 flashbacks with the sun birds. Time and time again, we see Dark Magic focus on parts and things rather than people. Dark magic, while it can use all parts in the body, even off handedly derides certain things and beings as useless. Additionally, organ harvesting every part of a person’s body is not the ‘winning’ solution here, either.
We see this in the way Viren, Aaravos and Claudia both treat other people like they’re inherently disposable (Rayla, the human soldiers - who although they fight, Ezran regrets and at least tried to give them a path; Kasef’s anger, the rulers’ lives, Khessa, Aaravos with Viren and Claudia, etc). We can also see this in the way Claudia only sees the parts of Viren she wants to, rather than seeing him for who he wholly is and who they are both becoming.
So what is cannibalism, exactly, as a motif? Well, at its core, cannibalism is a transgressive motif, per the violation of the self and of personhood, and very common in the Gothic literature space in particular, although it pops up everywhere. Feeding on human flesh is routinely seen as a bad thing in the source materials (using that term loosely) TDP draws upon, like Greek Mythology (the Minotaur, who is half human in nature and in birthright with a human mother; Tantalus, who slayed his children and fed them to the gods and was punished accordingly).
It also speaks to the religious Christian symbolism Viren is given in S3 (death and resurrection, parting a literal red sea, “only beloved son,” “do not be afraid,” etc). This lends itself perfectly to his God and martyr complex, believing so much in sacrifice of both himself and ultimately of others for ‘the greater good’ that only serves to incite more violence in the future. Christianity mythos is steeped in cannibalism with the body and blood of Christ being a literal belief in many denominations, including the one I grew up with (hi Catholicism). Furthermore, we see this cannibalism motif repeated more than once throughout the series:
CANNIBALISM is both a concept and a practice that may involve diverse themes of death, food, sacrifice, revenge, aggression, love, and destruction or transformation of human others. The many and varied examples of cannibalism are difficult to summarize, except in terms of the widespread idea of the human body as a powerful symbolic site for defining relations between oneself and others and marking the boundaries of a moral community. In violating the bodily integrity that prevails in ordinary social life, cannibalism signifies an extraordinary transformation or dramatization of relations between those who eat and those who are eaten. When it occurs in religious contexts, the act of consuming human substance commonly represents an exchange between people and cosmic powers, promoting union with the divine or renewing life-sustaining spiritual relations.
This is the crux of Harrow and Viren’s disagreement over the Soulfang spell and the breakdown of their relationship, as Viren continues to push the moral boundary of the castle community while Harrow has his eyes fully opened. Aaravos is similar, with violations of the body and consumption of the other being a crucial part to furthering his and Viren’s bond.
TDP in some ways takes it one step further, violating not just the body but the spirit and the soul in some of the worst dark magic spells, hollowing out not just the victim’s body as a site of trauma, but the spellcaster’s body as well.
We see this in Bloodmoon Huntress as the endgame. Kim’dael has been capturing and consuming elves - including children - for centuries, using their souls and bodies the same way Viren uses his butterflies. And we know from the coins and Through the Moon that souls used often in Dark Magic do not receive peace to the same degree as those who are allowed to rest, with both the assassins and the corrupted soldiers from the Storm Spire.
Dark magic destroys the world in an unsustainable way, as it can never be sustained by its nature; not in its ingredients, and not in the toll it takes on the user. Its endgame form, that we’ve already seen come to pass more than twice, is organ harvesting of children or innocent beings. The horror of cannibalism is desecration of the self through desecration of the other, of dehumanizing another person enough to use them on the most base level possible as food.
And well, that sounds like Dark Magic, to me.
#dark magic#tdp#tdp meta#the dragon prince#almost got distracted halfway through by dark magic routinely being a way to escape consequences but that's a meta for another day#analysis series#disagree just move along lmao#viren#me finding out at 14 it's technically supposed to be literal: wut#the english major strikes again#this isn't as eloquent as i want it to be but also comes from 'yes dark magic is bad. if the show's text isn't enough for you#idk what to say' so here take some stilted sloppy meta lmao#multi#arc 1#bloodmoon huntress#viren x aaravos
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originally drafted on Feb 4. posting now because it's annoying me lol
love/hate seeing posts complaining about some trend or other on this website. love because I Can Guarantee You that whatever they're complaining about is something that a very specific group of people is fixated on and if they moved away from.that group and spoke to other people.theyd find that it's not that common at all. like I'm sorry you think cannibalism as a form of love is overdone, but if you talked to pretty much anyone else I am not sure they'd feel thr same way. just saying.
i hate because it's so... kind of mean spirited? big feature of this website is people being able to curate their feeds, so if they're getting fed up by something they should be able to remove that from their dash. but not doing anything about it and then putting down people who do like it... like Man. that's not cool lol
I saw this one tag that was like “people who answered yes on the safe and ethically sourced human meat question are lying” and that was like... ok..? it's not like most/any people here have actually committed cannibalism so what would they be lying about.? what Cool Points would they be gaining from admitting that they'd try cannibalism or at the very least they thought about it and didn't puke or w/e.
if you don't like sweatermuppet block him. if you don't like people talking about cannibalism stop following those people!!!! it's so easy to Not Expose Yourself to things you don't want to see (exempting blazed/promoted posts ofc but who is out here blazing cannibalism poetry).
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Fanfic - Cannibal
"I’ve been thinking for a while what if Lady Dimitrescu were arrested? In an alternate version where she would be human, of course. How would she and her daughters handle an interview with a psychiatrist? Well…"
Elis Parker at least that’s how you were treated most of your time by your co-workers being considered the boldest professional in your field enjoying being around people more mentally disturbed than any of the other professionals even more renowned than you refused to be.
You have never sought prestige or fame, your true interest has always been in understanding how and why people like the ones you served were the way they were. How far could your sick head understand what was considered ethical? Would they be able to love like most people or would their view of love also be distorted? It is beyond thousands of other questions always led to other questions that were never completely satisfied.
In your years of work, going through thousands of patients who are different from each other, you have come to various conclusions from your concerns. However, none of them had been like one in particular, one that really intrigued you.
You remembered as if it had been yesterday the day one of your close friends who were always a fairly small and limited number appeared on your smiling desk with a huge file folder as if it were your birthday present he put the files for you to read and said a nice "Thank me later on."
Without much question you opened the file by coming across a photo 3 by 4 of an extremely beautiful woman. Black hair in length just above his shoulders and slightly wavy framed a round, perfect face. Fair skin barely touched by the sun and a clearly psychotic smile further adorned the manic look of the woman who even trapped kept a red lipstick on her lips in this photo.
You raised your eyebrows surprised and did not hold the smile that appeared on your face when you thought it was really a pity that such beauty was trapped in such madness anyway you followed reading the woman’s name right next to "Alcina Dimitrescu" You read out loud it was a very different name and you wondered where it was from, anyway… Your eyes followed for the rest of the document personal data such as age and until "Nationality: Romanian" explained where the surname comes from. You thought as you began to pass the pages getting to the part that really interested you.
Accusations:
Cannibalism
Mass murder
Torture
Slavery
Kidnapping
Sexual abuse
Some documents and reports were attached giving a better explanation and you continued reading.
"Lady Alcina Dimitrescu heiress of Dimitrescu Castle coming from a noble and ancient family of Romania who owned a renowned wine company in Europe… Due to hereditary disease that is treated since birth the woman cannot have children and ended up adopting triplets in the year of (???)… Since her possession of the castle where her daughters already possessed the greatest age the disappearance of people in the surroundings of the castle that has a small village at the end of the hill where it is located was suddenly aggravated… The disappearances range from adult men to women in the 15 to 40-year age groups."
"That castle is a place of death and despair she bought them all with that filthy money she has. We have no one to ask for help and every time people disappear in those neighborhoods or we are forced to give our girls those bloodthirsty witches!"
"Today the lady asked me to help her in her bath I did not understand exactly what she meant until she was taken in a room that I did not know existed in the apparent castle is locked with a key that she take with her all the time. A huge bathtub was located in the center of the room, but there was no water but blood. My stomach got sick with the smell I could see a few pieces floating around if I looked carefully. She came in naked and bathed, I don’t know if my performance was acceptable and I’m afraid of what will happen to me tomorrow."
These were some of the many other accounts, documents, diary pieces or things like that, the vast majority of the victims themselves being the castle employees. All the reports were not of people alive today and you have not failed to appreciate how ingenious this woman was in hiding her tracks.
There were more images of the scene than of the bodies themselves since one of the woman’s main crimes was cannibalism. There were a few more explanatory notes in addition to documents that said that the woman owned a wine company that was quite successful in Europe and that the main ingredient of her wine mix was the blood of virgins that she kidnapped and administered the production for sale.
You kept reading and noted that the woman was not poor, quite the contrary, owning a castle in her name as well as several other assets now in government hands since her only living loved ones were her daughters who were complicit in her crimes and were imprisoned in the same jail as requested by Dimitrescu’s defense attorney. "Rich people…" You thought when you read that statement in the document and continued to follow.
It took you a minute when the photos started getting a little heavier than some bodies found in the dungeons of that multilayered castle, hanging to bleed inside barrels probably for the wine. This woman was so resourceful, she had a practically perfect scheme and you wondered how they managed to capture her.
Regaining your strength you returned to sink your face in the documents. Most of the documents were reports of people who had relatives kidnapped or simply managed to escape with luck. Women were tall, nothing humanly possible, yet surprising.
"So what? Did you like it?" Your friend’s voice popping up suddenly made you jump out of the fright chair being very entertained in the story.
"That’s really something…" You smiled at him even though he was laughing at the fright you got.
"I can get you the pass, but I’d like you to watch some videos before you try to venture into it." You smiled at the idea of having an access pass to chat with Alcina Dimitrescu, but your eyebrows came together when your friend talked about watching some videos before.
"She's not very easy…" He spoke his voice a little low as he searched for some files on a flash drive that he had taken out of his pocket.
When he opened the briefcase on his computer your eyebrows rose once again in surprise to see about 3 or 4 videos of security cameras or recorded by prison guards themselves. The woman undoubtedly lived up to her height and fame, she was terrible having assaulted several police officers by approaching her cell all men. You were stunned and couldn’t hold back the laughter that escaped you by watching her punch one of the men in the wall with all her might.
"Wow, is it always like that?" You asked. Genuine curiosity in your eyes.
"If you’re a woman for some reason, she doesn’t usually attack until she’s close enough to talk." He said he was looking the other way, clearly embarrassed, and you laughed your ass off.
"She had a history of keeping some female lovers who in most cases were served afterwards or turned into wine." His voice was nearly grumbled and you opened your eyes to the statement.
"My God! I need to get in there… You get that pass, don’t you?" You walked away from the back of your chair looking at the man in the eyes who just snorted and nodded as if to say that you were as crazy as the woman you were talking about a few minutes ago.
"Maybe maybe, but be careful, okay?" He said and you gave him a smiling positive.
Days passed, your friend had got the pass and today was the big day you had mentally reviewed thousands of times if it was really wise to do this. She had been transferred in the meantime to a different prison still with her daughters who were also other troublemakers and were now separated in a solitary cell each.
Most psychiatrists, scholars, or onlookers had abstained from the case for the inmates' violence, but would you do that too? It was an opportunity like no other a crime sustained for so many years and as well articulate as this woman’s mind would be… "courage!" You thought to yourself while you were getting ready and taking your car keys.
Taking the documents with you under the arm beyond your purse containing your personal belongings, you got into your modest car and headed to prison. Taking a few deep breaths along the way you didn’t even pay much attention to your back today wanting to keep your mind empty of your personal problems and just focus on absorbing new information.
The arrival to the prison was quiet and when you entered it was soon received by huge policemen looking at you with disgust. You sighed, nothing out of the ordinary for now.
"So doctor you came to talk to the Dimitrescu, right?" One of them asked
"Yes yes, is there anything I need to know before you take me?" You asked knowing the aggressive history you waited for them to offer you some kind of self-defense.
"Okay, I’ll walk you downstairs, they’re in separate cells in the same hallway." He warned you when he asked you to follow him and so you did.
They were actually in the basement of the prison, a place only accessible by the back stairs and in a way you found yourself happy with it since you would be alone with the family without other inmates getting in the way. When you arrived in the corridor you were surprised, having never seen one of these things were several solitaries separated from each other but completely from a super thick glass probably armored.
"Don’t worry, they can’t break even if they try for a year." One of them river with this statement and you continued your way up to a chair that contained a small table in front, was located strategically in a way that you could easily see the 4 inmates in their cells.
"You have two hours and I’ll be behind that door."
And with that you were completely alone with the women. You just looked right at them as soon as you sat on the chair and put the documents on the table. All the women have been looking at you since you entered the hallway, eyes that range from malicious, rabid prying eyes.. You took long enough to recall their names and physical characteristics.
"Hey, Mom, we have a visitor!" I told the redhead that I was holding the glass with my arm out through a little hole that you imagined was served something like this.
The woman was even more impressive in person, she really was beautiful and you found yourself looking more than you should.
"You’re right dear. To what do I owe the visit miss…?"
Her voice was velvety and perfectly matched with her a clear contrast of her daughter’s voice that was youthful in a way.
"Elis Parker." You responded while listening to her repeat the name and pulling a chair near the glass sitting elegantly even in her current condition.
"I’m a psychiatrist and I’d like to have a little chat with you and your daughters." You started kicking yourself mentally because you were feeling strangely intimidated in the presence of the woman and letting it show more than it should. This had never happened before and you knew how dangerous this could be in your situation.
"Psychiatrist?" The brunette daughter who was very busy sitting on her bed laughed as she approached the glass as well. "Did you come to see if we were really crazy?" She smiled as you heard the redhead giggling in the background. At that moment you much and the photo you had seen of Dimitrescu for the first time came to your mind the manic smile was strangely equal.
"Maybe…" You said shrugging.
"What I don’t lack is time now." The woman’s voice returned a little louder and you noticed the hatred in her words.
"Well, I’ve been reading your files and one thing that caught my attention was the ingenuity of your wine business do you mind sharing a little?" You really wanted to understand how this worked and why.
The lady smiled at you as she took a deeper breath before speaking "It was my main source of income as you must have read in your papers…" She gestured to the roles with disdain "I came from a family of winemakers and assumed the responsibility to continue when I inherited."
"What about your secret ingredient?" You tilted your head slightly as you searched for a special photo showing a mutilated woman inside one of the barrels that were used for wine fermentation. Dragging the photo forward in a way that everyone could see.
"Ah I remember this…" Finally the voice of the blonde who kept quiet the whole time appeared when she looked at the photo and rolled her eyes with disdain.
"Not me." Replied the brunette followed by the redhead who shrugged only.
"I just gave my special touch to a family heirloom since the business would now be run by me." The older woman responded by ignoring her daughters' comments.
"Do you like wine?" The blonde’s voice came once again.
"Not my favorite kind of drink." You didn’t find her eyes to answer.
"That’s because you haven’t tasted mine… it’s a shame I can’t offer you a sample, I guarantee you would change your mind about." The lady smiled at you maliciously her eyes having a slight glow and you looked away immediately.
Only in these few minutes of conversation had you come to some conclusions. Being them: The daughters of the lady were extremely distinct from each other even if they shared the lack of psychopathy of the mother; Their behavior could be considered somewhat late for the age they presented and it intrigued you above all if you wondered if they were too spoiled; The lady was much more cunning than you imagined and you could not underestimate how you were doing at the beginning of this conversation.
"One of the reports I read." You pulled and pushed him forward once again allowing her to see." You said the villagers were in jail because?" You decided not to comment on her previous provocation.
"I think you’re smart enough to realize that I couldn’t leave traces of my exquisite tastes for those who didn’t understand them."
"So for you all you did was a taste? A hobby?" You cut yourself leaning forward a little, realizing you were close to what you wanted to understand.
"Are we curious?" She laughed and you backed off.
"Well, I think you’re smart enough to realize that as a psychiatrist I want to understand your line of thought…" This time you smiled when she growled at you.
"I like her." The redhead said cutting the silence that had settled in the room.
"She’s lucky that she is" Grumbled the brunette by punching the glass trying to intimidate you. She was undoubtedly the most aggressive of the three.
"What do you have against male sex?" You’ve changed the subject by turning your attention to the lady again.
"Everything. They are abominable creatures, don’t you think?" She replied with hatred.
"Not as much as you do for sure." You responded by simply making her arch an eyebrow for you.
"I have one more thing for you…" You sought one of the reports that told about the tub of blood and showed her. " Please tell me a little about your famous ablution hall."
"Are you an ambitious person, Miss Elis? Have you ever stopped at any point in your life contemplating the magnitude of being able to show yourself more, if able? The pleasure of seeing that no one is able to come close to want how great you are?"
You didn’t answer, but your face gave her exactly what she wanted and she ran her tongue through her lips looking at you as she leaned her head slightly to the side as if to say you had your answer.
"You like to prove yourself and others how powerful you are then…"It was but a high thought "What do you feel when you do what you do?"
"What do I do?" She joined her eyebrows in false innocence. "Say it, I want to hear you say it."
"What do you feel when you eat the flesh of a human being?" You replied by not giving in, but she seemed to pick up all your nuances and it was starting to piss you off.
"Pleasure." She simply replied and you connected the dots with her talk about power.
She was completely crazy, that you could conclude just by reading her documents, but with her in front of you you could see her naturalness, how her eyes sparkled like that manic smile adorned her face at certain specific moments. The way she looked at you all the time in conjunction with some of the girls who were slowly losing interest was intimidating to say the least and you caught yourself many times during the brief trapped conversation.
Your thoughts began to shuffle and you looked at your watch to see that it had been two hours and none of the officers were present. You stood up ignoring the looks following the door and looking through the railing seeing no one. Something had to have happened.
"Hey! Someone!?" You shouted and nothing an absolute silence.
"Hmmmm looks like we’re going to have company for a while." The brunette’s voice played with you as laughter accompanied her sentence, including the lady who looked at you with bright eyes.
"Don’t worry darling we didn’t bite." The older woman said giving you that smile again and you turned to the door again to see if anyone showed up ignoring their laughter.
You really don’t know how long you’ve been sitting in that chair listening to girls teasing you about your body or how "delicious" you’d be. Even the lady ventured a few times into the provocations you ignored not wanting to give them the pleasure of sketching out any reaction. Until finally at some point one of the guards came back and you thanked the heavens when he opened the door and let you out.
"Aren’t you going to say goodbye? Oh rude," said the redhead as they all approached the glass.
"Will you come back more often, darling?" The blonde winked at you.
You didn’t know whether to answer or not a part of you wanted it, but you knew it wasn’t good so you just looked at each of them, their eyes lingering a little longer on the lady who kept smiling at you before you left without saying anything.
It had been almost a week of visiting the Romanian cannibals as they were called by their friends when you made the reports when you were searching for interesting channels on television a report caught your attention and you increased the volume.
"Mysterious fire surrounds the maximum security prison in the northern part of the city… It is not known exactly the damage but some dead have been found in addition to many injured police ask everyone to stay alert since it is not certain that some prisoners may have escaped…"
You widened your eyes with that your heart began to thunder in your chest for some reason you didn’t know which and you ran to get a glass of water. Almost following your footsteps, your phone rang a call from an unknown number that you answered nervously.
"Yes?"
"Dear I’m glad you answered…" You froze was Alcina’s voice.
"You know, I loved our conversation that day, I wish I could satisfy more of your doubts." You could feel the smile on that fucking velvety voice.
"Would you mind coming to dinner? I saved a special place for you…"
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