#ghoulism

[willinglyghoulified]

Eddie Winter / Hancock Headcanon

Someone was scavenging the old buildings in Boston (for the sake of this headcanon, we'll say it was Cricket, the trader), looking for salvage and chems, when she stumbled upon the last dose of Eddie Winter's experimental radiation drug that he didn't get the chance to use before he had to hide in his shelter. The Chem is a stronger dose than what it was initially, due to the passage of time and external radiation. She sold the chem to a depressed John McDonough in Goodneighbor who took the drug as a win-win, thinking it would either ghoulify him or kill him.

The radiation drug Hancock used was the last dose of Eddie Winter's experimental radiation treatments.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #john hancock #hancock #john mcdonough #cricket #eddie winter #ghoul #ghoulism #ghoulification #ghoulified #headcanon #fanfic #fanfiction

[nimbus-tatze]

in case anyone was wondering how palestine is currently being dealt with in german society, phrases such as 'free palestine' or 'from the river to the sea' are considered outright antisemitic and will result in arrests. Wearing a keffiyeh is not allowed, and the palestinian flag is not tolerated either. They are considered support for Hamas.

Oh and protests are banned too btw.

The only thing Germany ever learned from the past was that jews are not bad, but when it comes to ethnic cleansing this country still doesn't know what the signs are, not one bit, let alone what stance to really take.

So all in all, as much as everyone liked to praise Germany for 'learning from it's history', it fucking didn't.

#germans absolutely refuse to see the israeli government with all its military might as a potential issue #nah its the people being bombed to shreds #may spit rain down on von der leyen #amongst many others but man that woman is the epitome of european posh ghoulism

[bardspeak]

And now I can finally post my piece for the 2nd edition of the Fallout Ghoul Zine: Greetings from Gecko! @falloutghoulzine

Tidal Waves | (ao3 link)

Warning for self harm during a meltdown.

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Understanding comes in waves, aching things that slosh around her head to the point of flinching. There’s something there, so distant a memory it’s more of a feeling, before it’s gone - the crackling concrete under her hands the only real thing she knows she has. There are clumps of dirtied paper scattered across the floor, a casualty of her and her brothers knowing they should be able to understand the words and bringing a book up to their blunt teeth in sorrow and frustration when they can’t. Olive couldn’t remember if it were her teeth that ripped the pages. They might as well have been, all of them here with their chunks of memory falling through and sloughing off to pool in the center of the room. Special to all of them if it was special to one. Special because it came from Henry, if all other associations failed.

Sometimes they would snap at each other, then seconds later reach out unsure why. It settled her to feel their touch, to lay in a pile of them together, even if they would inevitably stumble onto each other's nerves.

A brother often listens at the door. It slips Olive’s mind when it’s her turn - instead folding and folding a scrap of paper until it’s the smallest she’s ever seen and then unfolding it to do it again. It enraptures her enough that she almost misses the knock that means Henry. The sharp clank of the lock releasing startles her, paper slipping from between knobbly fingers.

The others clamor for the door as soon as his voice rings out, eager to see him and be seen in return. He has a lovely voice, low but clear, though trying to hold on to what he’s saying is like trying to catch an eel with her hands. It bites.

He checks on each of them individually before anything, holding hands and pressing easy kisses to their heads. Bandaging scrapes and bites. There’s something in him that sets them all at ease, the frantic buzzing they can become, bouncing off of each other to snaps and snarls, becomes something docile in his presence. Easily moved when pushed.

Henry cares for them all, rarely spends longer on one than another - finds activities they can all do together - but Olive gets to see the flash of his teeth in the dim light when he smiles. Feel the rumble of his chest in a laugh when she shoves her head under his chin in a clumsy embrace. Across the room, though, Lovelace is last, and he holds his head in his hands. Something drawn falls across Henry’s face, so far from the fond grins and bubbling warmness. Words warble from his lips as if all but him stand with their heads underwater, but his voice isn’t so clear anymore. It cracks and dips and sends an oily slickness into Olive’s stomach.

Lace’s hands twitch up as if to hold him back, small movements made graceless and billboard big by time and the blankness that lives in their eyes. He doesn’t say anything in that same warbling tone, can’t pull his head up from underwater to do it, and in a few moments he’s lost whatever was telling him to try. He pulls himself out of Henry’s hands, thin muscles twitching with haunting regularity, and walks away.

The shadow over Henry’s face makes Olive’s own hands itch to lay on his arm, to pull him away from the sticky green light filtered through the few windows laid in the very tops of the walls. It makes her want and want even after she can’t remember what it is she wants anymore and returns to her kingdom of scraps scattered across the floor. It makes her slump down to the floor next to him when she stumbles over him sitting alone hours later. It makes her slide an ungainly hand against his until he grabs it firm in his own.

She can’t hold onto anything, not the reason she sits, the reason she tucks her head into his shoulder and settles in, not even the oil in her stomach. It’s enough to be comfortable, to run her fingers along the uneven skin of his hand - parts thick and bulging like scar tissue and others thin enough she fears any pressure would break through. She knows she doesn’t want him to bleed. His breathing stutters in his chest, a silence that speaks to her over words. But he doesn’t let go.

Time slips away from her, and by the time her heavy lids lift to look for Henry, he’s gone again. Most of the others are sleeping in the corner, tangled together in the dim light. The green is gone from the room like he took it down and wrapped himself in it when he left.

Lovelace is awake, milk white eyes staring not at her, and something about all of it has her grinding her teeth, digging her blunt nails into the sinewy flesh of her thigh. Henry slipping away from her and leaving them both alone, the uncaring mass of flesh and limbs in the corner that she wants to be a part of in the marrow of her bones. The way Lace doesn’t see anything, not Henry, not her, and not the spilling from her head.

She launches herself towards the middle of the room, the pool as it lives in her head, scrabbling for anything she can reach and bringing it up to her mouth. Then, there’s finally noise besides whatever’s in her head: a confused shuffle from the pile in the corner, the tearing of fabric as she bites, and a low keening noise she doesn’t understand comes from her own mouth until it rings across the room, bouncing off of the tiles and getting eaten by the gaps between.

A gray mass of stuffed toy falls apart in her hands, beady little eyes of a soft creature staring up at her forlornly from the floor. A now pitiful little thing Henry had once made with his own two hands for all of them. She brings her forearm to her mouth to block the increasing noise, the hitching breath, and to bite down as hard as she can.

An arm wraps around her middle just as the blood starts seeping out around her teeth, pulling and tugging her insignificant weight until she’s met in a backwards embrace. Her bony spine meets the firmness of a stomach - sinewy muscle and little give, ribs and starving - and a rough hand comes to tug her arm out from between her teeth.

There is no more life in the room than there had been minutes ago, nothing restorative in her blood or anything changing for the better that makes her turn and tuck her head against the crook of Lovelace’s neck. She’s the same Olive, who bites and forgets and feels the tremor of loneliness in every small remembrance. He’s the same Lace, whose stare is blank, whose hands turn to each other when he’s lost, and who was the first of them to stop eating all that time ago. But his arm stays firm around her, tucking her into his side like their own little pile of flesh, and he doesn’t let her bite down anymore.

It’s more than enough for the night.

Henry seems to already know she needs special attention the next day without a word being said. As if they would be able to divulge each other’s secrets anyhow. He pulls her gently away from Lace - who protests even in his sleep - and holds her bloody arm away from her side. Out and bared, like her teeth.

There’s a small bathroom attached to the room of their life, though she hardly enters on her own. The pipes rattle and shed rust onto the floors, and despite the effort Henry puts into the place, the bathtub never appears clean enough to meaningfully wash anything from their skin. It doesn’t stop him from reaching beyond her to turn the tap, a terrible screech and ominous rattle bringing her hands instinctively up to her ears.

The water runs mostly clear from the brittle shower head, though even before he guides her into the spray she can tell that the water is cold in temperature but warm in something else. Something that knits the bite out of her arm once Henry sweeps the blood from it with careful hands. The something that fills her body with strength and dread in equal measure.

It’s only Henry, all height and strength made gentle, that keeps her there through the panic and the tenderness that still seeps from her bones from the night before. The way he inspects the gouges in her flesh and sighs her name, exasperated and fond and leaving her warmer than the slow and uneven heating of the water. The soap he brings is piney, so strong it stings her nose, but she leans forward and lets him wash her anyway.

Blood swirls down the drain along with whatever was holding her muscles locked tight even through her sleep. Through Lovelace holding her like he hasn’t in a long time. She lets Henry tilt her head back, a rough hand keeping the soapy water out of her eyes. Somewhere outside, beyond where she can fathom anymore, there’s water washing onto the shore in waves. Somewhere in her head, equally unfathomable, there are also waves. Of anger, of remembering, of unrelenting sorrow. Ebbing and flowing, but quieting under Henry’s hands and Lace’s hold. She never knew being taken care of before them.

He helps her out of the tub, body trembling, and folds her into a threadbare towel. She tucks her head under his chin in turn, just to feel the rumble of his laugh.

Back out with the rest of them, just as Lovelace’s hands begin to twine and twist together at the loss of them, they appear - Olive still wrapped in the towel and Henry’s arm. The tense line of his spine relaxes, leaving him to slump back into the tangle of bodies behind him.

It takes a bit of cajoling to pull Henry with her, but he joins them in the end. In their pile of limbs, Lace’s knobbly hand finds Henry’s, and in starts and stops - muscles inaudible but creaking to her like the loudest machine - squeezes it three times, thumb rubbing stuttering circles into the back of his hand. An expression of love held in the circuitry rather than the brain.

None of them know what to do when he cries, besides hold him back.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #feral ghoul #fallout ghoul #ghouls #fanfic #fallout fanfic #fallout fic #fallout ghoul zine #fallout oc #writing #olive #henry #lovelace #i might write more with them later hence the tags. or draw them idk #also let me know if meltdown is a word preferably used with autistic people? olive isnt autistic #but i interpret the feral ghoulism as somewhat of a neurodegenerative disorder? due to the radiation? #but i couldnt find a proper term in that case by googling it

[ghula-herz]

⸻ ㅤAine O'Hagar

Jedes Jahrzehnt brachte neue Vorteile. Die Menschen wurden wieder nachlässiger und vergaßen, dass es das Übernatürliche je gegeben hatte. Nur wenige auserwählte - sterbliche - Seelen glaubten noch an Wunder und Magie. Mit welcher Leichtigkeit konnte man die Menschen dazu bringen, das zu tun, was man von ihnen wollte, nur weil sie vergessen hatten. Keine Hexenverbrennungen mehr, keine Räucherungen, keine Pfähle. Das war ein Anblick für die Götter.

【I've been a liar, been a thief been a lover, been a cheat】

a study in: witchcraft (shadow magic), ghoulism, death, clan, corruption, magic, blood, cannibalism, twin love

ㅤoocㅤ ⸻ ㅤ texts ㅤ ⸻ ㅤpersonal ㅤ ⸻ ㅤ

#userfakevz #she-her #übernatürlich #historisch #gegenwart #eigenkreation #deutsch

[kindan-no-kanojo]

Thinking about Scarlett's partially darkened eyes when she briefly feeds upon someone; when her Ghoulism is controlled but she still wants to torment mess with her victim for the kick of it—

#scarlett wakahisa #💄. red fury | scarlett #her eyes turning reddish/pinkish when she selfishly toys with someone bc her sadism is stronger than her morals <3 #for a character thats supposed to be sadistic i dont write enough sadisticlett and thats gotta change >:(

[wasteland-headcanons]

I headcanon that...

Ghoulism is mildly contagious and you have a higher chance of becoming a ghoul if you're a cannibal.

Something about the consumption of the flesh of your own increases the likelihood of getting the effects of the genes of becoming a ghoul. Maybe it's those genes that influence the cannibalism.

Unfortunately most ghouls born from human steak consumption go feral quickly. The hunger quickly overwhelming the human element.

#falllout #fallout 4 #bethesda #simply ghoulish #wasteland headcanons

[medicinalcannibalism]

how has Charles changed over time in becoming his own character rather than strictly a self insert? :]

his name used to be charlie then i yoinked it from him he also used to be a doctor who accidentally made a plague because he was trying to cure ghoulism whoopsie and i wrote that in mid/early 2019 then this crazy thing happened

#charlie answers #ocs: charles

[ghoulfreak]

Holy wow hi tumblr sorry for depriving you of ghoulisms. hopefully will draw Something soon

#.txt #feeling insane

[fuzzydreamin]

❓ for Al & Reed?

Does my muse trust yours?

No, not fully, but Al doesn't trust most people. I feel like they both have enough of their own shit going on that they wouldn't get over that barrier easily.

Does my muse dislike yours?

No. I think Al would get along with Reed for the most part, but their personalities are so similar they are bound to clash sometimes. They'd be the kind of friends that can't hang out all the time, but when they do it's a whirlwind of chaotic fun on their end until it implodes and they have to go their seperate ways again.

Would my muse kill someone for yours?

Yes, but Al isn't super opposed to killing anyway. They're pretty desensitised to it. So long as they believe the other person has it coming they'll do it.

Would my muse kill your muse?

Yes. Reed's got that thing where he turns on the Brotherhood and tries taking them down, so yeah, Al would kill him to stop that. Al knows the Brotherhood, and Maxson, are shit, but they just can't let it be destroyed either. She's got some fucked up attachments to the Brotherhood and Maxson. You can oppose and fight with Maxson all you want, they do all the time, but if you try to kill or seriously harm him Al will come for you. To her it's not really a choice. They'll be sorry about it, at least.

Would my muse save yours?

Yes, if it didn't compromise the safety of anyone else they cared about to do so.

Does my muse find your muse attractive?

Yeah. He's not exactly their 'type' or whatever, but he's not too far off.

Is my muse disgusted by yours?

Nah. Takes a lot to disgust Al, and ghoulism certainly doesn't.

Would my muse go on a date with your muse?

Yeah, but nothing mushy or romantic. Some beers and getting into trouble or playing with fire/gunpowder is Al's idea of a good time. Maybe graffiting that big green wall in the city and legging it from security. The closest you'll get to mushy and romantic is climbing some big building and just laying back and looking at the stars for a bit while talking about anything that comes to mind.

Would my muse kiss yours?

Sure, but only as a lead-up to more frisky activities. They aren't much of a casual kisser. Al would be a little pushy and aggressive, and use a lot of teeth, nipping at lips and tongue while their hands roamed.

Would my muse betray yours?

Yes. See again the Brotherhood thing. If Al found out Reed's plan to take down the BoS while hanging out with him they would be upfront about not being able to allow that to happen if he continues down that path, and if Reed does continue and doesn't distance himself from Al he might find a knife in his throat.

My muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____

Probably their similar personalities. That they're a sad desperate bitch covering it up by being a chaotic goober who totally has this all under control.

The thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____

Again... their similarities. Al will start to see the parts of herself she hates mirrored in him, which is what will lead to them clashing and needing to be seperated for a while. Their fights are likely to be fairly hypocritical.

#fuzzy.oc #oc: alberta jefferson #friends ocs #fxrehawk.oc #oc: reed #ship: reed/alberta

[ruki--mukami]

[Drops • awaiting • for the drabble meme and rUNS]

⚠️ NSFW BELOW: 18+ ⚠️

“It’s high time I silence those lips of yours myself before more nonsense spills out.” 

Another argument. Debates over what he deemed trivial oppositions. The conflict of domineering Vampire and defiant Ghoul swept asunder in an aggressive kiss of demand and urgency. Unable to stifle a groan, two fangs plunged into her bottom lip, neither gently nor ruthlessly as he once treated her in the dark confines reminiscent of each dispute. Her namesake waltzed upon his lips, coating his tongue repeatedly in the ever-growing heated exchange. Scarlett. A field of scarlet bloomed between their mouths, tongue invading and provoking her own to his ravenous dance. In what one could hardly consider as self-sacrifice compared to all the earlier atrocities, the sharp stakes sank into his own tongue as well, a guttural moan escaping him as he feeds her his essence. 

“Mm… Haah… This will shut you up. Or perhaps it will only further escalate things,” he mused in reckless contemplation. “Regardless, I want to see it all. Don’t hide anything from me, Scarlett. Not like you could anyway. Lose all inhibition… and concentrate only on me.” 

Fully aware the sudden bold gesture could awaken the onslaught of her Ghoulism at any moment, Ruki quickly restrained her wrists above her vermillion strands, exerting every bit of vampiric force he could muster much to his amusement. The thrill of combat amidst shared blood and kiss—most likely unwelcome—elicited a triumphant smirk from him against Scarlett’s lips, the other hand reducing her blouse to ribbons. Lust engulfed with each gulp of ichor and every futile struggle of her gloved hands, reigniting the embers to burn all in his crimson path. Ambrosia incinerated his throat like the eternal flames wherein they vowed to one day meet again, signs of extinguishment few and far between with each parting and union more kindled than the previous. Bated breath abounded with neither uttering a word for the longest interval of tongues exploring each other’s coppery caverns, hands seizing the soft mounds below, and two demons indulging in their drowning sea of sheer rapture. As they toppled onto the upholstery of an elongated armchair, the Vampire promptly separated her stocking-clad legs with a push of his knee, closing the distance she once coveted; clothed erection kissing her dampness. 

“Well, then… Where to next? Decisions, decisions. There are still many places I’ve yet to explore,” he shoved himself underneath the pleats of her skirt, staining his own crotch. “Ahh… Your blood when you’re consumed by rage… It entices me so… Give me more, Scarlett.”

Composure evaporates like a fleeting breeze only further fueling their fire as Ruki withdrew momentarily, a thin streak of blood dripping down his chin and onto the exposed flesh of her ample chest. He inclined downward, plunging the pointed appendages into the newly formed red runnel between her breasts and admiring the fresh perforations adorning porcelain adipose, first assaulting the Ghoul with merciless bites and then licking a stripe up the swell curve, entrapping the sensitive bud in his mouth. Macabre trails left in his wake, Ruki simultaneously rammed his concealed hardness against the lace of her undergarments in tidal-like motions, waves of ecstasy breaking thunderously against the slit.

“There is no need for us to condemn each other to Hell when I will show it to you tonight.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #dungeon #scarlett wakahisa #rukilett #tw: rukilett #kindan-no-kanojo #(( BYE I WRITE SMUT LIKE A GRANNY NOW ))

[onceandfutureoshainspector]

- EDWARD seems like a pretty no-nonsense guy, and i have seen some batshit things since i woke up *checks calendar* six months ago (already?), so i’ll tentatively take his word for it. still don’t like JACK though.

- look buddy, they shot first! i said i was sorry!

- a package from PARSONS? are they using the place as a warehouse for whatever shady shit they’re into? i guess it’d keep most folks away.

- ...?????????????????????????

- “SERUM”. that’s incredibly vague, and not at all like the brand names they give drugs in this universe. POTIONS OF EFFECT.

- so many different ways this “research” could go. jekyll and hyde, invisible man, reanimator, the list goes on. i suppose he could be trying to do something like cure ghoulism, but this place has flourished while the world around it crumbled, so i doubt it.

- this is gonna be awkward. :|

- and i guess that’s the end of q&a. clear as mud.

#FALLOUT 4: THE RESURRECTION OF OSHA #fallout 4

[willinglyghoulified]

Basically my entire Hancock backstory playlist

No one asked, but I'm posting it anyway. 55 songs, 55 chapters.

Story: The Diaries of Anarchy (85% headcanon - takes place from the ages of 7 to 46 when he meets Sole)

#fallout #john hancock #hancock #playlist #fanfic #fanfiction #canon #headcanon #backstory #ghoul #ghoulification #ghoulism #ghoul shipping #cover art by makkuro murasaki ♥ #check out makkuro's art if you haven't #it's gorgeous #some of y'all are gonna be weirded out by this but hancock is not considered young anymore #canonically he has to be at least early 40s #and his brother had gray hair #Spotify

[newvegasorbust]

Microdosing ghoulism by getting a really bad sunburn

#fallout but not fallout #personal

[malachiswrld]

do you think werewolves could turn into ghouls or vice versa. would you like to be a wolf.

Well You guys are asking me hard questions I don’t have a degree in curses and I’m not that smart OK I basically only know the answers of things that happened to Me. But I think that Ghoulism is something that can only be contracted by humans. So maybe not. I thought Werewolves already ate humans. Not the entire human but just their heart. Or does that only happen in Supernatural? Well, based on Supernatural rules if they already eat people’s hearts then they seem like they wouldn’t be affected by Ghoulism. Because it’s their diet to eat people. Humans get Ghoulism Cuz it’s not their diet to eat people, I think. Cuz they’re doing something “unnatural”. Anyway, I think I would like to be a wolf. It was fun to be a hyena, because you can run around and wag your tail. If I was a wolf I would run around and wag my tail. It’s fun to have a tail. You should try it

[dr-brainwash]

Claire is two years older than Raul and she’d totally hold that over his head if she wasn’t 5’2 as well

#ghoulism did nothing for growth sadly #tiny tiny grandma #claire abucajo #fallout oc #raul tejada/oc #lovings as second nature as breathing

[kindan-no-kanojo]

How Blood Corrupts Her

Being an experimental Ghoul, Scarlett was meant to have higher demonic features than what she ultimately acquired. This means: seeking success, her DNA got altered, containing many different types of demonic essence within. Despite not getting the desired results, this affects her own capacities differently than a regular/current Ghoul, or another demon. Check the 11th Ghoul Report for a little more insight. Also, see how her blood corrupts instead?

Reactions

When suddenly exposed to a certain amount of blood, like walking into a bloody room, or having someone force-feeding her, Scarlett's Ghoulism will come out involuntarily. Her eyes will darken, her ears will grow pointy, and even her nails can become claws in a short time. Her 'human' form is not (or no longer) her natural form, so at the smallest trigger she could shapeshift into the low-rank demon she was reborn as.

However, when Scarlett catches a faint smell or blood that grows overtime, like following a trail of blood or someone who started bleeding a little continues to bleed, she will able to hold that urge back for a while. The more aware she is beforehand, the easiest to control the Ghoul urges are.

While her ability to keep sane and composed is controlled under her human form, being exposed to blood for too long wears her energy out while she tries to fight against the urges, and the Ghoulism will force itself out eventually. Naturally, she will want to avoid the shift, both because of the shock factor and the danger it could mean.

Likewise, when she's exposed to a mild smell or taste of blood while she's in a Ghoul form to begin with, things change. Ghoul!Scarlett is just as capable of thinking and acting like she naturally does, but she becomes more unstable around blood or, worse, flesh. She might try to leave the scene if she finds herself in a situation where her nature will only cause trouble or ruin a moment. It can be controlled, but again, prolonged exposure, especially in Ghoul form, has consequences: if not fed, her throat will dry out shortly, becoming painful and making it hard to breathe the more time passes. The situation won't kill her, but the withdrawal effect is so maddening that she thinks it will.

Tasting

Similarly, if Scarlett tastes blood on her own, planned beforehand, she can be able to keep her shape as usual under circumstances. When planning to bite or feed on someone, she will need to 'mentally prepare' in order to keep control of her shape, to put it simply. This preparation consists in microexposure: smelling the other from very up close, licking or chewing on their skin, even deep, intense kisses will help her get an initial taste. It doesn't mean that she will bite someone after a kiss, but having that direct awareness of their flavor (through lips/tongue) can help her keep composure if she does shortly after.

On the contrary, if Scarlett feeds on blood while already in Ghoul form, the self-control can be close to non-existent. The rush of ecstasy overtakes and it soon can turn into addiction, becoming more and more reckless and less aware of her surroundings and the person she's feeding off of. Without any sort of control or signal to stop, not only she can drain her victim and severely weaken them, but the growing addiction can lead her to seek more, to the point where blood is no longer enough. In other words, upon long periods of feeding, she might start chewing on the person's flesh with all her teeth with intentions of ripping it apart.

Effects

Blood increases Scarlett's physical strength. The duration will depend on how much she's taken, and additional effects will depend on the quality of the blood. A single drop can give her additional strength for around a minute or two, for example.

Any kind of blood will boost her strength in equal measure, from a Founder's to another Ghoul's, even human blood. It would give her awakened demon strength, much like a Vampire. The difference is how much control she has over it, among other effects.

Human or Ghoul blood doesn't provide her any extra healing properties, should she be in pain or hurt at the moment of feeding. They can, however, accelerate her healing to a very small degree and within limits, where more blood doesn't equal faster healing. Additionally, she is unable to control her own strength, leading to possibly injuring herself under its use or fatally harming someone else.

Vampire blood can lead her to bloodlust quickly. We could say her demonic DNA reacts to Vampire DNA more violently given the fact that Vampires where the initial target for the Ghoul race. Thus, the addictive reaction will arise sooner than with other species. This blood can have healing properties and make her strength slightly more manageable. Only slightly, since once the addiction takes over she will care less about who gets hurt. It can help her mimic Vampire strength, only much more unstable. Different kinds of Vampires give different levels of control, where a half-blood only gives a small portion of it, easily lost with the addiction, and a pureblood will give more control, as to not hurt herself and not hurt the other more than necessary –to her standards–, but also make her fall addicted and hungrier way faster.

Higher-rank demons like Founders and their subraces are considered the best quality of blood. It can satisfy her hunger easier, make her strength very manageable, and the addiction aspect is more rare, as rare is their blood, only being possible upon overfeeding, which is very likely, as stated before, if nothing stops her.

Regardless of how, being both powerful and in control can mean a different kind of danger: while she could be in control of what she does and/or how she does it, it doesn't give her more compassion or mercy for her victim. In fact, quite the opposite: her sadistic side will likely strengthen, not only for the control rush, but also for the hidden resentment aspect for the powerful races from her past. Her mental state can be at stake when she stops recognizing her victim as an outsider individual (or a known one) and starts comparing them to her abuser(s), turning into a revenge act should nothing stop her and bring her back to reality on time.

Stop signals

Fully knowledgeable of what blood does to her, she avoids it at all costs most of the time, limiting herself to feed off animals if she truly needs it.

As stated before, Scarlett has trouble stopping once she starts. Nonetheless, if the possibility to feed off someone she knows presents itself, she will possibly attempt to arrive at an agreement if there's little she can do to refuse. The agreement will vary, from asking to be pushed away while they still can or giving a specific stop sign for them to warn her with if she's taking too much. Sometimes it can be just her name, if the other person goes by a nickname, or another phrase or word of her choice. Scarlett sees feeding off someone as a sign of ultimate trust, which could go both ways, so she will do her best not to hurt them too much so long as they promise to step in if things get out of hand. In extreme situations, where a sign came too late and she can hardly stop, she might ask to get killed, seeing herself as a threat to a loved one.

There's a specific instance where she would stop on her own if nothing else is done or works, and that's when her victim goes limp. Not necessarily dead, but maybe passing out or simply being too weak; she will sense the sudden change in their reaction, like the diminished tension, the weakened voice or the lack of struggle if there was one, and that will bring her awareness, or enough distraction for a while. Depending on the kind of connection she had with the other person, her reaction will vary, going from panic to straight up finishing what she started.

Overfeeding

Overfeeding can be achieved by feeding Scarlett large amounts of blood or flesh for an extended period of time. While it drives her unstable, constant feeding that lasts for several days or weeks in a row can turn the side effects into irreversible damage, as it can corrupt Scarlett's mind to the point where she isn't able to think or act coherently anymore.

In this scenario, her mind stops working as it usually does and it can create blank gaps in her memory, if she ever comes back to a sane state in the future. It can become dangerous enough to have the need to lock her up in order to make peace prevail, since, under the addiction and strength wave, Scarlett is prone to lose all sense of self, humanity long gone, becoming a destructive monster by embracing a full mindless primal state.

Underfeeding is usually a go-to to revert this issue –while keeping her under supervision–, although with very little success rate. The rush from the overfeeding phase becomes a constant state of withdrawal that makes get very aggressive, and will only be satisfied with more supervised feeding. She could snap back to her senses after getting a controlled meal on her own after a while, the clearer mind will be enough for her to be satisfied and not seek more or begin a new circle right away. Back to reality, she keeps no memories of anything that happened up until that point for as long as she was out, and said memories could or could not come back eventually. That lack of recollection could go for so long that it can affect her usual capabilities: from struggling to find awareness of her current surroundings and think coherently, to having trouble walking straight, speaking correctly or forming coherent sentences at all. These can get fixed overtime, as long as she's not fed or corrupted again until she recovers.

There's another alternative: Being constantly fed on blood or flesh by a specific someone can turn her initial addiction into a mind-breaking obsession, where she'd seek more and more no matter the cost, no matter who gets hurt or who she has to beg for it. Under this special supervision, where manipulation goes hand-in-hand with overfeeding, this can create a fully obsessed and submissive Scarlett, who'd grow devoted to whoever gives her the relieving feeling be seeks. Needless to say, her ability to speak will reduce to a few words, and she will no longer belong to a sane state.

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