#g/t gore

[teal-fiend]

i don't usually do g/t but the idea of a pred eating so many tinies that they're belly distends a good bit>>>>>>>

#v.ore #tw vore #fatal vore #implied digestion #vore digestion #v/ore #digestion #g/t vore #vore writing #vore fic #soft vore #g/t gore #digestion;

[thetinylittlespider]

The New Doll

Poll Story Everyone!!! The horror one!!!

Special thanks to @clumsiestgiantess to help me correct some writing mistakes!

Word count: 3069 words!

CW: Blood, slight gore and surgical procedures. Mature language, and substances.

THIS IS +18 EVERYBODY!!!

"C'mon, one more drink! You barely had a glass today! I never thought you'd become such a softy in university!"

ーF-Fine! Fine!ー I tried to brush off those comments with a laugh, it was a boy's night out, in the wonderful corners of a nightclub far from home, midnight was setting in, and I only wanted to go back home already. It was clear I was not a fan of crowded places.

ーOne shot of Tequila! The cheap one, please!ー

All my friends laughed as I asked the bartender for the drink, it was not usual of me to ask for strong liquor, they were used to having me drink beer or some soft mix...But this time I wanted to get them off my back as soon as possible, call for a cab and get done for the night.

"Now that's the spirit! Keep that going and you might as well find someone to have fun tonight!"

ーPffft...Yeah, sure buddy, I'm a fucking player...ー I replied as dead and sarcastically as humanly possible. Waiting for my drink as they just kept dancing in the background trying to flirt with the closest gals they could find.

And as the bartender finally left the glass of tequila right in front of me, 2 women...probably around my age, sat right beside me. I tried to ignore them, as I've been doing with everyone in that place, and just tried to mind my business.

Until I heard, in the middle of the laughter, music, and steps. Something fell close...

As I looked down to my right, the phone of one of the girls had fallen from her purse, she didn't notice, and nobody else seemed to notice that. I rolled my eyes for a bit before releasing a sigh. I hated how nice I could be even in a bad mood.

I leaned down to reach for the phone, trying my best to not look awkward in the process, considering how crowded the place was, and how little space for movement was there. Once obtained, I came back to a descent posture and gave a little pat to the girl's shoulder in an attempt to get her attention.

ーExcuse me...Miss, ehm...your phone fell off...ー

"Oh~ thank you! I forget to close this damn thing sometimes hahaha!" She replied taking her phone as delicate as possible. And seemed to lock her eyes with mine for a brief second, and the emerald tone of them shocked me for a second. But it didn't matter...

Yeah, I wasn't about to start a conversation. I wanted to leave, and soon. I'll just finish my drink and get awa-

Did my glass move? I could've sworn it was close to my left hand before I reached for the phone, and now it was close to the right. Maybe I was just standing in a bad position to begin with.

I looked to my left, the other girl was just ordering something, playing with her hair. And the one on my right was texting someone. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

One glass...it's all it took.

Vision got blurry.

Nausea was kicking in.

Everything felt so claustrophobic.

And it was hard to breathe.

I couldn't feel my tongue, and my friends were nowhere to be found.

I made my way out of the club with shaky legs, the streets were cold and empty, but I just needed a place to sit down, call a taxi, and rest this feeling away.

I wasn't that weak to alcohol. I knew my limits.

Then that means, someone messed with my drink, but when?

Everything seems distant, clothes start feeling heavy. What was happening to me?

"Here he is! The cutie who's also a gentleman! I want him already." A voice reverberated in my ears like an echo, and it wasn't alone.

"Now now, he is almost done, get the box ready. I'll be finished with him by the sunrise." Both female voices, both great shadows casting over me by the weak moonlight. And before one massive hand could cover my entire field of view...I blacked out.

I woke up on a cold surface, and the smell of steel and metal was the only thing I could perceive. My vision was almost blinded by a bright white light above me, like a fake sun in eternal darkness, my arms and legs tied up to the metal soil, making my efforts to move useless. What was this?

"Subject 42, 22 years old, healthy body, male, university student...Compatible with the procedure and request." Said a familiar voice.

The reflection of light caused that voice to take form. It was a woman covered with a doctor's attire, a white face mask, and on top of it all. A hand as big as my body fell on my side...she was massive.

ーW-What is this place? Hey...Who are you? W-what's happening to me!?ー My words came louder than I intended them to be...But my panic was met with deaf ears...

"We need to replace the insides first, take out the eyes, and end with the skin replacements...to not damage or stain the new tissue."

ーThe fuck...are you talking about!? Let me go! What's wrong with you!?ー I groaned as I did all my best efforts to use my arms, maybe kick my legs...but nothing, I was well secured like a wild animal.

She started tapping her fingers on the metal surface, which by now was a table to her. Each finger was repeating the same rhythm and the same sound.

Clank, clank, clank, clank, clank.

Each time, her nails impacted the metal plate, gave me chills for how big they looked now, as if I were watching a display of guillotines, she just needed her index to get rid of my head, and by the words she released before, it was a possibility I couldn't ignore.

ーHey! Lady! I don't know what kind of shit you are doing here...I don't care! Please let me go and I won't tell a soul...I-I have some money! You can have it...j-just please I want to go hom-...ー

"URGH, SHUT UP! JESUS!"

Her yell was deafening, my ears were not ready for that type of volume coming from her, and in turn, I released a yelp while my head started to hurt. She then placed another object beside me, this time it was a tray, with lots of knives, cutters, and elements that almost made me faint again by their nature, and what she was going to do.

ーP-Please don't hurt me...I don't want to die...I can pay you j-just let me go, please...I'll do anything you want...Please let me go...ーTears started falling down my face, as I tried to beg for my freedom, to be back home where I wanted to be ever since the start.

But she wasn't listening to me. She was only hearing a desperate creature's noise, and she wanted that to stop.

"I knew we ran out of sedatives but if you are going to keep losing your mind and make noise, well, the client never mentioned anything about your mouth, so if I want to, I'll make sure you don't even let a gasp coming out of your mouth again, are we clear?"

With just 2 fingers she kept my head in place, forcing me to look her in the eyes, my heart rate was starting to increase, and so was my breathing. I could feel her cold gaze, uncaring, and cruel. I could even her desire to crush my head like a grape in between her fingers. But she needed me alive, for now. And I feared that.

"You look like a smart little guy, so I trust you won't struggle. Be a good boy, and I promise this won't hurt as much. Let's take advantage of that little sedative you got left before it vanishes out of your bloodstream."

I couldn't do anything, I tried to keep my mouth shut while I tried to imagine some way I could escape. Meanwhile, she moved her free hand towards the tray, the sound of crashing metals making me tremble, and my entire skin going pale as a giant scalpel, blade as big as my head, probably a bit more, moved above me, and then with a steady grip, the giant doctor rested the pointy item at the center of my chest, piercing, blood emerging from my flesh and unfortunately, I let go a scream of pain.

But the surgeon didn't stop and moved the blade down my abdomen, my screams lacking air to keep going as the crimson fluid slowly escaped my body. I could not focus at all on what was going on, but the few glimpses of my body were enough to tell she cut more than the skin, she destroyed my stomach, and my intestines. I could see the fleshy tubes being entangled on the tip of the cold blade, she kept rotating around as if it was some sort of pasta; dripping blood while moving them above me, extracting them slowly, my screams became sobs of agony and pain as my skin was decorated by my blood, doing my best to move out of the way, to somehow break my chains and run free, but it was useless.

She moved her other arm to pick another item, a small scissor that was half the size of her hand and a few bits smaller than my entire body.

ーP-PLEASE! STOP! IT HURTS! IT FUCKING HURTS! PLEASE!ー I kept screaming until the sound turned into another whimper, she held the slimy bloody organ still creating tension with it before cutting it clean off from the end of the stomach, and throwing it away like some type of trash. I could sense the blood reaching the inside of the new hole created inside of me, how all the other organs were falling into the cavity. She gave me a look of disgust, she was annoyed.

"I told you what would happen if you opened that little mouth of yours, didn't I?"

Her words fell on deaf ears this time, as I was just focused on the pain I was experiencing, she was slicing me open with no effort at all, and the only reason I caused her problems was due to her little patience to an obvious human response to this kind of pain. Now the only things escaping my mouth were agonizing, weak, and almost drowned gasps for air, small attempts to communicate and ask for mercy.

"I need little of you for this work, the client was not very picky on what about you should be kept, so I think we can keep your vocal cords; cut your tongue, stuff and seal your mouth. At least that way she can get some noise out of you. But not enough for you to become an annoyance"

Wait, the client was a "she", who could ask for this? for me? why me? why doing this at all? Did she know the type of shit that happened here? Who in their right mind could ever ask for this to happen to someone else?

My mind was overloaded with pain, with fear, and with neverending doubts. The procedure followed, piece by piece, each one of my organs were removed from my body, then I could feel my mouth getting watery, the smell of iron invaded me, my eyes were ready to close, and before they did the last thing I captured with them was a small drill perforating, crushing and penetrating my eye sockets. They were eviscerated as the rest of my insides.

I passed out

I was unsure how much time I remained like that.

But when I woke up I felt little to nothing.

I could see again, but everything felt so colorless.

My arms...I can't move them, neither my legs nor my head. I'm panicking, yet the air is not going to my nose. What was happening now? How was I alive?

I tried to ask for help again, but this time I could just barely hear a "Mmmph" trapped inside my throat.

"Hey! You are finally awake! good! great! Now let me make a quick introduction to you, just for you to take care of yourself with the new body replacements, what not to do, and what rules your owner must consider."

Owner? What did she mean by that?

"Your entire body is composed of only 2 elements of your original old body, heart, and vocal cords, make it 3 if we talk about the hair transplant. You are filled with purely cotton, and the skin replacement you got is some expensive silk fabric, so it is better for you to avoid extreme humidity to prevent mold from growing on you, the new eyes are 2 black buttons, stitched of course, your image will be really bad in color and distance but the quality should be good enough. The rest of the head and relevant remaining features of the body are made with silicon, but like the nose, they do not have any functional use. The mouth is sealed, completely stitched in a smiley shape, we don't want to see you sad now, do we? the collar is an accessory, remove it and you die. But I do not recommend you to do that, if you believe in hell well, you are in for something far worse. And As for your owner, if she breaks you the warranty only lasts 6 months, after that we make a charge depending on the damage, you give her that message, you will find a way. You will recover motion control in a few hours, probably soon after delivering you. That's about it..."

Before I could even start to process anything of what the surgeon told me, I saw a shadow being cast over me, and then I was lifted to meet the surgeon's eyes. Green eyes filled with cruelty. She was examining me, every detail of my body, picking up my limbs with 2 fingers and giving them a soft squeeze before letting them fall by gravity. She was proud.

"That outfit does make you look really good, want to see?"

She then lifted some sort of mirror in front of me, and then I could see myself. She raised my head by pushing it lightly with her thumb, there was I. A lifeless body, almost inanimated, I could feel touch, hear, and see. The colors were weak, but I was dressed from head to toe in some type of elegant butler's attire. My face was completely ruined with a fake expression of slight happiness. My collar had some sort of attachment on it, and I was not excited to know what use they were going to give it.

Soon I was placed inside a box, and my will to fight was not there anymore, what life could I ever expect? The only human thing I had left was my still resonating heart, useless vocal cords that could barely create a sound, and a figure so weak and fragile I could barely feel any type of control in my new form.

But soon I would meet my "owner". The person who asked for this, the one who made this living nightmare happen to me.

I remained inside the box for a few hours, I started moving my limbs back again, they felt very light and also hollow. I tried to stand up once, but my legs felt weak, and couldn't hold my body for long before I fell again to the ground. Eventually, I could hear footsteps, small quakes surrounding me, and after that, I got the sensation of being lifted as if it were some sort of elevator.

The gates of the box above me got opened, and I was faced with the most horrifying truth, something I was not considering. A familiar face.

"I-I can't believe it worked."

Her trembling and soft voice, her long messy hair, and those tired eyes that once used to cause me such comfort now were a reason for my heartbeat to increase in panic. It was my ex-girlfriend, she was the one behind this...

"I am sorry for doing this, but I missed you so much..."

It's been almost 3 years

"I could not think of anything else besides you, I needed you back, but I knew your answer."

I wanted to block her from everything, I thought she had no way to reach me anymore.

"This time we can be together, the right way because this time I won't let you go away."

Her slender fingers reached me as I tried to crawl away from them until I hit the corner of the box, with no escape I let go of sound, a remnant of what could be an attempt of begging. Beg her to release me, to stop this madness, but it was all too late.

She closed her right fist slowly around me, leaving little space for me to escape, she caressed my face with her left index, and I could do nothing to get away from it.

"You know this can be easy for both of us, you just have to behave, to care and love me back as you used to, to be mine and only mine...Forever and ever. Because you are mine, my only precious doll."

She whispered while keeping me close to her chest, breathing in some type of relaxed manner to ease my nerves, but the only one getting that relief was her. My life was reduced to being a toy, one that could not even fight back her finger, always at her grasp, at her sight. With little to no chance to see the light of day again.

By the end of the day, my enclosure was a doll house she had built for me, right beside her bed, but she was not ready to leave me on my own yet.

As I could hear the rain starting to pour in the streets, she held me close in the bed, she was asleep as I tried to get the weight of her hand out of me, to get far from the warm air of her resting breath, but none of my movements caused an inconvenience.

Soon, as time passed, the only human thing I had left were the tears I released in silence while she rested, and dreamt about me.

#g/t #gt community #g/t writing #g/t community #g/t prompts #gt writing #giant/tiny #g/t whump #g/t horror #g/t gore

[pizzasampletext]

Good evening folks, I write g/t stories for a multitude of different fandoms and even create my own here or there. Asks are currently open and I will do any of the following:

Any g/t trope

Hetalia g/t

BNHA g/t

Tokyo Ghoul g/t

AOT g/t

Assassination Classroom g/t

Demon slayer g/t

Stranger Things g/t

Manifest g/t

Mario g/t

Detroit Become Human g/t

Horizon g/t

Other fandoms (if I know of them but feel free to ask)

OC’s (please try and be specific on how you would like me to write them)

Fluff

Angst

Romance

Fearplay

Gore

Soft vore (I don’t prefer to do it but I might)

I’ll also do non g/t stories if that’s what floats your inflatable raft

Things I will not do:

P*dophilia/r*pe

Anything sexual

Romance between a child and adult

Fatal Vore

Macrophilia/Microphilia

Kinky stuff

I will add more if any come to mind

Thank you and have a nice day (:

#g/t fluff #g/t writing #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t #gt #g/t angst #g/t fearplay #stranger things g/t #BNHA g/t #aot g/t #detroit become human g/t #Hetalia g/t #Tokyo ghoul g/t #assassination classroom g/t #manifest g/t #horizon g/t #Mario g/t #g/t gore #g/t vore #g/t romance #demon slayer g/t #I am so sorry for the long post #and the amount of tags

[alomaire-art]

It turns out that having an account dedicated to xenomorph gets me hard tunneled by xeno players Sooo it's time for Dwight! In a drink! I love this color palette so much,,,

#dbd #dbd fanart #dead by daylight #dwight fairfield #cw: alcohol #alomaire art #cw: gore #giant/tiny #g/t #g/t art #wait would this be candy gore?

[misamy-art]

Fear (Matthew)

When you are the strongest you can't have it, you can't fall, you have to endure, even if that's not the case, my values make me get into endless trouble...

But the fear still exists...

-aww, how much courage for someone so small haha!- he spoke over me with that irritating voice, showing the most terrifying smile of all...

I swallowed my fear and could only tense my body as I knew the fate that awaited me. It didn't matter if I fought because duct tape on my arms and legs would prevent me from doing more.

-and how stupid of you to get involved in matters that are not yours... ha! If you hadn't defended your little friend you wouldn't be in this mess, Matthew.

I could only clench my jaw, "I knew this witch wouldn't let it happen and I still did it," I thought bitterly as the sharp blade of the cutter approached my abdomen.

I couldn't admit it... But I was consumed with fear... But at least the others were safe...

..........

🍓😉✨

#macro #micro #tiny #g/t #giant/tiny #gigantes #gigantic #borrowers #gt #macrophilia #soft gore

[the-gt-fairy]

Another ISAT g/t thought I've been having: Borrower!Bonnie (and Petronille)

Basic run down is--Nille and Bonnie live in Isabeau's house. Isabeau has kinda already figured out something is there, but it's not causing any trouble so he leaves it alone. But he forgets to tell Siffrin this when they move in with him, and they come across the borrowers pretty much right away

Nille freaks out and takes out Siffrin's eye. Drama and shenanigans happen from there

#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #my art #eye gore #blood #isat g/t #borrower!bonnie

[wutwutno1]

Read screenshot and tags before reading.

You have been warned.

Everything hurt.

Doll slowly trudged forward. Every part of her body ached and throbbed, but she had to keep going, less that... thing caught her again.

The doll pressed her hand firmly against her open abdomen, trying to keep her internal components and oil inside. Her breathing was rough and raspy. Doll continued to march forward. Maybe Uzi N and V would take pity on her and help. . .

Doll walked into an enormous cathedral. To her right was a massive flesh pit to Robo-god knows where. Doll walked between the pews and saw… Uzi! 

Uzi was right there! She just had to reach her, but her body was failing fast. Warnings and alerts pinged her vision. 

Warning! Low oil pressure!

Warning! Components missing!

Warning! Compartment breach! 

Warning! Shut-down imminent!

Shut Down: 3. . .

Wait! No!

2. . .

Uzi’s right there!

1. . .

Hurry!

Doll’s vision went dark. The last thing she saw was her vision turning sideways as she fell to the floor, still focused on Uzi. 

. . .

Doll woke up what felt like days later. Her head hurt and she felt… different. . .

She opened her eyes, or rather eye. Doll looked up to see the inside of her ribcage. Her eye widened and she tried to move.

Doll felt like she had three limbs, but they were all stuck on something. She tugged at them with all her might. She could hear Uzi’s voice, and someone else’s. Was it N’s? She couldn’t tell. Her mind was too focused on getting free. 

Doll looked up as she felt a shadow cover her, and her eye widened in fear.

It was that thing that attacked her earlier. Doll’s eye hollowed as she realized it was the first solver host Lizzy texted her about during one of V’s rants with her. It was Cyn, wearing the skin of a girl she couldn’t recognize. Was that the real Tessa? 

Cyn dropped down to its knees. Its face drew close. Doll wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Doll watched on in horror as Cyn opened its mouth and grabbed the top of Doll’s new form with it. She felt it tug hard and rip her from her corpse. 

Doll felt her limbs were free, but not knowing how to move them could only watch as Cyn swallowed her whole, slurping her limbs like spaghetti.

Doll felt sick. The soft robotic flesh slowly pulling her down was disorienting. She audibly groaned. The first sound she figured out how to make, and was disgusted at being swallowed. Normally, she enjoyed being swallowed. She spent her fair share inside Lizzy and Rebecca. She recently spent some time in J. She even spent time in N! But this was different. It felt as if the flesh of whoever was killed for Cyn's flesh suit had completely fused with the drone. 

Doll slid into Cyn’s stomach. She was covered in slimy oil and groaned again. Doll wiggled her new tentacle legs around, trying to elicit a response and figure out how to use them, but got no reaction. However, she figured out how they worked, and didn’t like it. 

Doll sighed and looked around. It looked like every other drone’s stomach, however she noticed there was flesh mixed in as well. It was gross. Doll could hear the normal squelches, groans, and gurgles, but they sounded different. They sounded real.

“So the flesh runs deep,” Doll thought, “Great.”

Doll sat for robo-god knows how long before she heard something. A voice in the void. It sounded like Cyn’s voice when she was disguised as “Tessa,” but younger? 

“So it got you too, huh?” 

The voice echoed around Doll. Overpowering the sounds of the stomach. Doll glanced around frantically, trying to find the source, but couldn’t see anything. 

“Кто ты? Покажи себя!” (Who are you? Show yourself!) Doll shouted at the voice.

The voice giggled and a glowing projection appeared before Doll, only instead of a pale blue tint, it was pure white. The space got cold and Doll shivered. 

It looked like the girl whose skin Cyn was wearing, only she looked more alive. She had real eyes and her proportions were normal instead of stretched. She looked at Doll with a warm smile.

“I’m Tessa! The real Tessa.”

“T-Tessa? Что? Как?” (What? How?) 

Doll was confused. Tessa could see that and huddled up next to Doll.

“I’m a ghost! Or something. I don’t know. I think I’m still alive, just fused with Cyn. She’s in control, of course. So I kinda just hang around!”

Doll was weirded out. She is the human? And she’s a ghost? This whole situation is weird.

“Как ты можешь меня понять? А вы знаете русский язык?” (How can you understand me? Do you know Russian?)

Tessa laughed and smiled.

“No, but since I’m merged with Cyn I have that auto-translate feature all drones have. So when you say something I hear it in English! Just like how you hear me in Russian!”

Doll rolled her eye. This situation just kept getting weirder and weirder.

“Это отстой.” (This Sucks.) 

“Tell me about it. Well, we have nothing but time here. Do you want to talk or something?” Doll sighed. There’s really not much else she could do inside this half-human, half-drone stomach. Doll pulls up a program from her system, one she had installed a long time ago and one she used in every stomach she’s ever been in. The program Doll’s mother had passed onto Doll from her days at Cabin Fever Labs; Tetris.

Doll settled into a corner of the stomach, the organ releasing a small squelch as she did. Doll read her previous high score, 9.1795851e+21. Only 23 times smaller than Yeva’s high score of 2.1113046e+23. However, in fairness to Doll, this is the first time she’s ever been forcefully stuck somewhere for an extended length of time. 

Tessa noticed Doll wasn’t responding to her, so she looked over to see Doll with a 1000-yard stare and a small Tetris logo in the corner of her round eye visor. 

“I can see you’re playing Tetris, uh. . . I never got your name.”

“Doll.”

“Doll. I can see you’re playing Tetris. Can I watch?” 

Doll rolled her eye. She was a little annoyed by Tessa’s presence, but she could at least indulge her for a bit. It would be nice to actually have someone to talk to for the first time since… prom? That was too long ago. After that, she had only ever interacted with the fake Tessa and J, but only on business and only briefly.

Doll switched her game from private to public, replacing her eye with the game she was playing. Tessa sat on her knees in the stomach, phasing through just a bit with her ghostly status to get a better angle. Tessa watched in amazement as Doll racked up a higher and higher score within seconds. Tessa could barely process the speed at which Doll played, but she kept watching. This is the first real interesting thing she could watch that wasn’t violent or disturbing. 

“Wow, Doll. You’re really good at this!” 

Doll was stunned, although her visor didn’t show it. It had been a while since anyone had complimented her on anything, and the last person to do so had chosen her parent’s killer over her. 

“Я. . . Спасибо. . .” (I. . . Thank you. . .)

And so they sat. Tessa watching as Doll played Tetris for hours. Doll’s score grew larger and larger as time went on until she eventually went too fast for her system, ending up with a score of 1.0556523e+22, 20 times less than Yeva’s high score. An improvement.

Doll sighed and looked around. Everything looked the same, but it was nice to look away from a game to get your head straight. Tessa still sat in front of Doll, not looking any more tired than when Doll first started. 

“Ты не устал?” (Aren’t you tired?) 

“Nah. I’m a ghost thing! I don’t need sleep, or get tired, or anything! I do sleep in here though, just to break up my day, week, whatever.”

Doll thought about it for a second. It made sense. Tessa wasn’t alive in the traditional way, so why expect her to have the same needs? However, that did make her curious.

“Если ты призрак, можешь ли ты владеть вещами? Как я?” (If you’re a ghost, can you possess stuff? Like me?”

Tessa looked up in thought. 

“I never really thought about that. Then again, I never had the chance to try. Would you mind?” Tessa gestured to Doll, and Doll shrugged her tentacles.

“Мне интересно узнать, сможешь ли ты. Ты можешь попытаться овладеть мной.” (I'm curious to find out if you can. You may try and possess me.)

Tessa floated to Doll like the ghost she was. Tessa took a deep breath and flew into Doll. Doll began to feel cold and like there was another person in her head. Doll’s visor color changed from red to pink, a mix of Doll’s red and Tessa’s white. She tried to move her limbs, but couldn’t. It’s like she was—

“No way!”

Doll watched her limbs move like a human checking their hands. 

“It worked, Doll!”

“Ты овладел мной?” (You possessed me?)

“I possessed you!”

Tessa moved Doll’s limbs around, feeling around the belly of Cyn. 

“Это круто, но можешь ли ты—” (That’s cool, but can you—)

“This is so cool! This feels so weird! It’s been a while since I’ve felt anything! I love it!”

While Tessa was as happy as a kid on Christmas, Doll watched on silently. It annoyed her to have her body used like this, but at least this possessor wasn't trying to end life as we know it. 

“Doll, I wonder if I can... Yes!”

Tessa pulled up Tetris on Doll’s system. Doll watched in surprise and intrigue as Tessa began playing. It only took Tessa a few minutes to lose with a score of only a few thousand, but she was excited.

“That was so much fun! I can’t believe I can— Oops! S-sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to take so long…”

Tessa quickly unpossessed Doll, which was surprisingly easy to her. Doll’s eye returned to red. Doll sighed and moved her limbs to make sure she was in control. Doll turned to look at Tessa, who had an apologetic expression on her face.

“Sorry again for—”

“Все в порядке.” (It’s fine.)

“But—”

“Его. Отлично.” (It’s. Fine.)

“Okay.”

“Хотите сыграть еще раз?” (Want to play again?)

Tessa’s eyes lit up and she enthusiastically nodded her head yes and quickly repossessed Doll.

Doll and Tessa would go on to take turns playing until Doll was eventually rescued from Cyn’s stomach by N and Uzi. Doll would allow Tessa to possess her right before her rescue, freeing Tessa from Cyn and allowing her to live among the drones as a free spirit, able to roam where she pleased. 

Exactly one year after Cyn’s defeat and the rescue of Doll and Tessa, Tessa would be presented with a worker drone body by Doll for her to have as a permanent body. When Tessa possessed her new body, she found a small 1.3 gigabyte file in a folder named, “For Tessa, From Doll.” The file name read,

Tetris.exe

#murder drones #murder noms #murder drones doll #murder drones tessa #murder drones cyn #sfw vore #vore writing #g/t vore #possession #ghost #tetris #tw vore #soft vore #safe vore #fused together #robo-gore #death and resurrection #murder drones creature

[jinjofitzo]

so i watched fpe

#I KNOW FHE DEISGNSS ARE DIFFERENF I KNOW. THIS IS NOT CANNONDFNFJF. #i wanted to draw abbie and miss circle as me and my friend ponko #it’s like self inserting without self inserting #jf.art #art #fpe miss circle #fpe abbie #fpe oc #TECHNIDALKY?? it’s not an oc but. yeah #hahahajjajaja CRINEGCULTRE IS DEAD OKAY #someone out there will like it maybe #fundemental paper education #g/t #g/t art #warning btw fpe has a lot of gore so don’t get into it if ur squeamish ^^ #g/t fearplay #yknow the v/ore community probably gonna go wild 😭😭 ITS CANNIBALISM NOT v/ORE #i’m censoring the words cuz i ain’t wanan come up on nobody’s feed cuz of that #fpe #fundamental paper education

[entomolog-t]

INSTAЯ (4)

Technically a SUPER late promtober prompt (Puzzle)

Thank you to everyone who's been asking about INSTAЯ! As a lil treat I thought I'd post this before coming off of my writing hiatus.

Also HUGE thank you to @imber-rose for their AMAZING FANART of Bram and Honey???? I am SO FLATTERED???💕

I give you - charades, anxiety, and the magical art of tidying up.

This chapter deals with the unforseen messes left in the wake of sci-fi mishaps (both literal and mental) so please take a peak at the content warnings.

Taglist: @imber-rose

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 3

Next Chapter: Chapter 5

Word count: 4230

CW: Gore (descriptions of viscera and butchering), mild body horror, mild panic/anxiety, vague dehumanization, Adult language.

Almost as quickly as the panic had come- it was gone. He’d gone silent in my grasp, having slumped to the floor, leaning with his back against the palm of my hand- still draped loosely around him. He never once looked toward me- instead he stared blankly forward, mind clearly elsewhere as his …mouthparts and antennae twitched with some sort of agitation. 

Without warning, his tiny frame jerks upright, shoving himself out from the tangle of my hands and making long strides towards the notepad, chittering to himself as he paced. His gaze flicks to me briefly, before all too quickly turning away. Hefting up the pen, he leans it against his shoulder- both sets of arms working to stabilize the awkward writing utensil in his grip. 

H…I…D…E

My stomach drops- the hastily scrawled word sending a chill through my spine. Before I can question the message, he clicks, drawing my attention back to him. He points to the word, then to himself, before clasping his hands together, as if… praying? No- begging. 

“Hide you…” My voice is almost a whisper, “From what? Where? I- I don’t- What’s going on?” I can feel my voice raising as I flood him with questions, as if some mental dam had burst. Though, much to my frustration, he holds up a hand, a sharp series of distinctly aggravated clicks interrupting me. Shushing me. He shakes his head- dismissing my questions. Instead, he points to the pile of the discarded exoskeleton in the kitchen, then toward the direction of the living room. Before I’m able to ask for clarification, he resumes writing. 

B...U…R…N

A dryness fills my mouth. I swallow. A single word forms in my mouth,

“W-why?”

Each letter feels as though it takes an eternity to take shape as he struggles with the pen. Dan? Dang?? My face falls, realization hitting me. 

D… A…N…G…E…R

As he finishes the last letter, he turns, pointing the pen towards me. 

“M-me?” I stare at him, stunned- unsure of what to say, “N-no, I - I’m not-”

He huffs- handing off the pen to his lower set of arms as he dramatically gestures with his primary pair. Arms outstretched towards me he makes a loose fist with one hand, and with the other he shoves his fingers into the first in an almost crude gesture. He does the gesture again, this time even more exaggerated, fingers making an arching path towards his fist. 

“Inside?” He shakes his head, chittering with annoyance. He teeters a hand back and forth making a so-so gesture before pointing to me, replicating the unknown sign and then pointing back to danger.

“I.. I’m… in-” All at once it clicks- my heart stopping in my chest with the realization, “I’m in danger.”

He nods vigorously. I swallow the quickly building feeling of unease in attempt to squeeze out simple yet poignant question;

“From… you…?”

He hesitates for an uncomfortable moment before bobbing his head side to side, repeating the so-so gesture. A knot tightens in my stomach, a feeling of unease twisting and snaking in my gut as if my insides had been turned to eels desperate to escape the confines of my body.

“From that??” My heart races as I point to the remnants of his shed exoskeleton. Was it toxic? I touched it- Honey had chewed on it - 

He shakes his head.

He points to me, and as if on cue I echo the verbal component to the sign.

“I…”

He points to his head. 

“Head?... Brain? Think-”  He abruptly holds up his hands, halting me from continuing guessing.

“I think…” Nodding, he then points to himself, then to danger.

“I think you danger?” My brows knit together in confusion at the stunted sentence. He repeats the gestures, this time adding a long pause before pointing to danger. 

“I think you; Danger?” Even though he nods, I feel lost. Was I supposed to follow? He repeats the sign for think, followed by slowly pinching his finger and thumb together, then giving me a thumbs up. 

“Think small.. Good” I say almost to myself, before attempting to somewhat correct the sentence, “Think little; good.”

I think you; danger. Think little… good??

What the Hell was that supposed to mean? 

I mull over the words, trying to make sense of them. 

I think about you, danger- think less is good… dangerous to think? Dangerous to know..? 

I freeze- the garbled sentence suddenly seeming to click. A much clearer phrase reinterpreting and replacing the stunted translation of his signs.

“It's dangerous to know too much. The less I know the better?”

He claps his hands together, giving me a ridiculous four thumbs up. He drops his hands, looking away for a moment before seemingly reconsidering. He holds up a single closed first, slowly raising his fingers one at a time until he reaches four, before pointing to his wrist as if asking for the time. 

I smile, a weird sense of pride bubbling up as I feel myself starting to get the hang of this strange guessing game.

“For now.”  He nods, and I continue, “Can I at least know your name?”

He looks startled at the question- his tail swishing back and forth as he considers. With the unwieldy pen in hands, one at a time he points to a handful of letters he’s already drawn out;

B… R… A… M

“I can’t say it’s been nice to meet you, Bram.” I say with an awkward chuckle. My chuckle turns to a genuine laugh as one of Bram’s many hands flips me off, the casual human-ness of the gesture looking almost comical when juxtaposed with his less than human physique. Carefully, I pinch the obscene gesture between my thumb and forefinger, suppressing a cringe at the all too insect-like feel of his appendage. The texture somehow both hard and thin- something between an eggshell and dried leaves.

“Dawn Delacroix” I say, giving his hand a gentle shake, “How can I lend a hand?”

Bram pulls his hand away to immediately begin gesturing again. His gestures are sharp and insistent as he points to the word hide, then himself, before repeating his signs for four and now. 

As soon as I nod, he continues, gesturing to shush, pointing to burn, and once again signing now.

“Burn it now and keep quiet about this - right?” 

Bram chirps, nodding. I nod along. I comprehend the message, yet internally my mind is whirling.

What the fuck was I getting myself into… Hide him?? From what? Why was I burning the…- was I burning evidence??

With a deep inhale, I force the questions to the back of my mind. Just get him out of sight for now. One thing at a time.

I eye the strange little man up and down, shifting my weight from foot to foot.  

“When you say 'hide’ you don’t just mean keeping you in the house, eh?” I note, my brow furrowing, “Like, you want me to hide you like ‘my house is going to get searched’ hide you?”

Slowly, he nods. 

Despite suspecting the answer, I feel the blood drain from my face all the same. Instinctively, I go to chew on my thumb, stopping myself with a grimace before actually biting down.

“Fuck. Okay. Right. This is- It’s fine.” I lie. My mind is a freeway of thoughts rushing past me- and I’m stuck feeling like some poor animal dodging transport trucks.  

Why was he .. like this?

What happened to him?

Why were people after him?

Had he escaped something? Hurt someone?

I had somehow come to have tasked myself with protecting him from some unknown entity without knowing a single thing about the situation. What kind of people pleaser bullshit was this? I was in way over my head. This was dangerous- yet here I was diving in head first.

As I tried to shake the questions from my thoughts, one seemed to stay stuck- as if it had somehow become a permanent fixture in the forefront of my mind;

Should I really be doing this? 

Despite all that I want to tell myself, I know I don’t have an answer. 

Restless, my hand drags along my face and I aggressively rub at my brow as if forcing my face to relax would somehow force me to relax as well. Unsurprisingly, the action is utterly useless. Fuck. What am I doing? What if I’m in trouble? What if I make things worse? How am I supposed- 

There's the sudden sensation of contact- an involuntary shiver shoots down the length of my spine. 

As if pulled back to reality from his touch, my eyes fall onto Bram- one of his tiny hands laid on top of my own. He stood, looking up at me with what I could only assume was concern in the inky black of those far too many eyes. A shudder creeps its way across my neck- feeling all too similar to the sensation of an insect crawling on my skin. His touch made my skin crawl- it was uncanny in far too many ways. So human, yet so …. Not. He himself was too hard, yet his touch too light. It lacked warmth, not in intent, but physically lacked the warmth of human touch. His clawed fingers felt as though a pin was being dragged on my skin, not painful… but catching. 

As if some primordial instinct takes hold I yank my hand back, fingers curling into a fist as if to hide themselves from the unexpected and unsettling contact.

Bram’s antennae fold down, his hand still hanging limply in the air where mine had been not a second ago. The sight of him sends a wave of guilt crashing over me. With a forced smile, I let my hand relax in front of him, awkwardly pretending as if I hadn’t just cringed away from his touch. 

For some reason unbeknownst to me, my mind wanders back to his horrified reaction to his… current state. The way he’d cried into my hand- the feeling of helplessness that washed over me... Being able to do nothing but offer what little comfort I could. My stomach twists as I think of him trying to do the same for me. This had to be horrifying for him… For all my feelings of helplessness, I couldn’t imagine a fraction of the helplessness that he must be going through. 

I exhale. The act seeming to catch him off guard- his antennae shooting up as he regards me.  

Now was not the time to chew on these heavy questions. He needed help, I would figure the rest out later. 

Man, I need a drink- 

As soon as the thought enters my mind it's as if it sets a cascade of dominoes in motion. I’m met with teenage memories of Clyde and his buddies sneaking whatever alcohol they could scavenge into some ridiculous hiding spot he'd jimmy rigged straight into the drywall behind his bed. 

I smile.

That could work…

"Let's get you hidden, Big Man." His eyes narrow at the impromptu nickname, but he keeps his chirps to himself. I move my hand towards him before we both simultaneously pause, likely sharing one very awkward thought;

How was this going to work?

In something weirdly akin to two people trying to walk past one another but unsure of which direction to pick, we both continued in an awkward stop-start motion. 

"Here- uh, just let me-" I slid my hand behind him, scooping him at his knees. Rather than calmly remaining seated, a shrill chirp was all the warning I had before he began scrambling in my grip, his weird insectoid claws gripping into my skin in a way that, while not physically painful, was mentally disturbing. 

"Woah, woah- Bram!" My free hand shoots up to block the edge, as if he were some frightened animal about to jump to "safety." Instead, all four arms latched onto my finger, squeezing with a significant amount of force for his size. My brow furrows as I regard him,

"You good?" 

His head swivels, looking over his shoulder and back at me with a palpable anger in those tiny eyes. He let out a string of strained chirps, and despite not understanding a word he was saying, it didn't take much to understand it was littered with profanity. 

"Not a fan of heights, I'm assuming?" If looks could kill I'd be dead last week. In a gesture that needed no translation, Bram flipped me off.

As he tugged against my finger, I took the hint and curled my grip around him- wincing at the uncanny sensation of him in my grasp. It felt like holding a particularly large and eerily human-shaped beetle. Though, despite my own discomfort, Bram seemed at least somewhat more at ease in the security of a closed fist. 

I took a step. 

Immediately his primary set of arms were once again gripped onto my finger, claws digging into the meat- not enough to break the skin, though I assumed that courtesy was unintentional. At my movement, I heard the telltale jingle of Honey's collar as she padded to my side- clearly excited at the notion of some sort of activity other than gnawing on discarded exoskeleton.

Bram chittered nervously at her approach. I pull him close to me, making sure to hold him out of reach as Honey circles us, tail wagging with excited curiosity.

"Don't worry," I say, trying to put his nerves at ease, "She's a good girl, I promise- just a little excited after… everything." 

Though even as I say that, thoughts of Honey snapping at June bugs fill my mind- the nasty crunch they would make when she eventually caught them seemed to ring in my ears. I swallow dryly. 

Maybe it was best not to leave her unattended with him.

In the least obvious way I can manage, I shoo her away, nudging her with my foot as she circles around me. Honey somewhat acquiesces to my unspoken command, opting instead to trail behind me, still noisy but thankfully not nearly as pushy.

Good enough. The thought feels like the mental equivalent of a sigh. 

As I walk, I can’t help but notice how he flinches with every step, his whole body bracing as though I’d suddenly forget how to carry something. His tail flicks with what little room he has under my snug grasp, yet he remains quiet, eyes glued straight ahead as I make my way to Clyde's old room.

He all but dives off my hand as I move to set him down on the floor beside me, quickly moving himself out of the way as I join him on the floor. A flock of dust bunnies scatter as I reach under the bed, groping around for a solid spot to grip the small section of discreetly altered baseboard.

A smile crosses my face as the "door" swings open- immediately vanishing as my eyes fall on the interior of the wall. My smile is replaced with horror at the sight of empties littering the length of the inner wall- empties undoubtedly left from Clyde's long since passed teenage years. 

"Well look at that! Your room even comes with its own bar." I catch a whiff of the sour smell and grimace. Bram’s inky black eyes glare back at me, and even with his lack of visible sclera, I had no doubt he had rolled his eyes at the remark. 

"I'm sorry-” I chuckle awkwardly, mortified at the sight, “Brothers aren't really known for being the cleanest of creatures." Unable to add anything of note without the aid of the pen and paper, Bram shrugs, offering a half hearted thumbs up in response. His talon-like claws click softly on the wood floor as he moves to investigate his potential temporary residence. 

"You know," I feel a smile tug at the corners of my lips, a small half laugh slipping out at the strange turn of events, "When I first found you this morning I was terrified at the thought of you escaping into my walls."

His antennae perk up, oddly reminiscent of eyebrows raising in shock- or, more likely, offense.  That distinction was made much more clear as he proceeded to flip me off while buzzing angrily, the sound somewhere between a phone vibration and a particularly offended bee. 

His casual demonstration of profanity for some reason or other, put me at ease. I chuckle, the tension leaving my body, if only for a moment.

“I'll be back soon.”

Without further charades, I close the door, sealing Bram inside the wall. Part of me feels a pang of guilt for not thinking to grab some sort of light, but beggars, as well as potential fugitives, can’t be choosers. As I push myself back to a stand- physically feeling the weight of the day's events bearing down on me. A nagging urge to stop and critically think about what on Earth had transpired itches at the edge of my mind- yet I refused to scratch. There was a sort of mental momentum I had built up, a series of tasks to complete one after the other, and the knowledge that the moment I stopped to pick apart the situation in its entirety said momentum would send me crashing into reality. 

We can panic about this later. One thing at a time.

One foot in front of the other, I tear myself from the room- away from the strange little man who probably had all the answers, yet none of the words, or willingness, to share them. Honey reluctantly follows, letting out a soft whine in protest the same way she would if I were to take away a toy or an old bone. I grimace at the comparison. 

Yeah, let's not leave her alone with him.

________

I surveyed the sci-fi nightmare my home had become. Kitchen to livingroom, various degrees of carnage were scattered, and worse yet, splattered, around across the floor. With no small effort, I resist the urge to gag. My once beautiful hardwood was littered with discarded… parts of what had apparently once been Bram. The cracked bits of his outer shell, while undeniably gross when I thought too much about it, were not that bad. 

It was the flesh that made my skin crawl. 

I was no stranger to flesh. Hunting had long since suppressed my gag reflex when it came to viscera… and yet that was precisely what made it worse. I knew what it should be. I knew how it should feel… and that knowledge left me deeply aware of just how wrong everything was.

It was the colours that I noticed first.

Some flesh seemed almost normal, save for something uncanny with the degree of saturation, but the more I cleaned, the more oddities I found. Pieces of flesh so deeply red they neared the point of being back. The pieces far too tough, almost solid to the touch. 

Everything was coated in a strange slick opalescent mucous. Everything had this odd iridescent sheen. Though the fluids weren’t limited to the unnatural looking mucus. For a lack of better terminology, there was a general… ooze.  A sickly blend of various fluids; an opaque pale yellow transitioning into some sickly greyish green… and red… so much red the floor looked black until disturbed by my frantic wiping. 

What… what was all this?

What parts of him?

My stomach churned. The shed remains weren’t all just one consistency. There were… shapes in the flesh, lumps in the ooze. Whatever the inconsistencies in the gorey sludge had once been was impossible to tell, the lumps having lost much of their shape as if degraded by something.

My eyes flashed to my gloves- thankfully, still intact. 

I sigh, wincing as I inhale the strange stale smell that had undoubtedly bled into the flooring. It wasn’t particularly foul, in fact, it was almost familiar, which in itself made it far worse-  the smell of raw meat. 

My throat clenches at the thought, and I struggle to suppress the involuntary response to start dry heaving. 

Don’t think. Just clean. 

No different from gutting a deer. 

No difference at all. 

My hands move idly, picking up piece after horrific piece. The pile dwindles, replaced by a collection of dangerously heavy garbage bags in the center of the room, leaving nothing but the slowly congealing ooze to tackle. Armed with a worryingly complex array of disinfectants, I begin working away at the fluids.

My stomach churns as I try desperately to force my brain to think about anything else aside from the liquid carnage I’m sopping up with a month's worth of paper towel. Anything at all. 

Though the ‘anything’ that seems to permeate my mind, while less disgusting, is no less worrisome. 

Just what was happening? My teeth dug into the flesh of my lip as I scrubbed harder, as if the answer lay somewhere under the layers of- 

Was Bram really human? He seemed human... Maybe? His mannerisms were normal enough, save the extra appendages. But if he was human…

Why was he hiding? A distinct anxiety began to swell in my chest, and with it, a much more worrisome question came rising into my throat

Just who was he hiding from? 

…and how long until they got here?

_______

For all my monumental efforts in cleaning, it seemed as though Honey lived to do the opposite. Her fur, once a light golden color, was a horrible mishmash of the various fluids that had been splattered across my floor. Snout to tail she was caked in a thick mucosal slime that had rapidly begun to crust over as it dried, becoming flaky and, ugh, crunchy. 

From behind the filth, Honey stares up at me, her warm brown eyes filled with an innocent pleading as I stare down the nozzle at her- my finger hovering on the trigger. 

She whines softly.

I don't hesitate. 

Without a second thought, I spray her down- holding tight to her collar as she squirms in my grip, the cool spray from the hose apparently far less appealing than the rapidly decaying innards of some sci-fi mishap. I empty a container of dawn dish soap over her as she whines in protest, all the while desperately hoping that if Dawn worked for ducks in oil spills it’d work for dogs in biohazards as well. 

From I could tell, it seemingly had done the trick.

As I finished rinsing her off, Honey finally managed to wriggle free, zipping off to dart around the yard to run off her offense at, God forbid, being clean. 

My eyes hesitantly left her, moving to scan the lengthy driveway. I was almost expecting to see some unmarked government vehicle driving down to come and interrogate me.

How much time did I have before someone showed up? What was I even supposed to say? Hell- what were they going to say? ‘Hey Ma’am, have you seen a strange bug-person-thing in the area?’

A shaky breath blew past my lips as I forced out any hypothetical thoughts. 

We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it. 

My eyes flick towards the stack of pallets and scrap wood leaning up against the garage. 

But first we have more important things to burn. 

__________

The warmth of the fire pricks at my skin, or maybe it was the lingering bits of Bram sludge and it's undetermined acidity slowly burning through my skin-

With an exhale, I banish the thought before it can fully form. 

Everything’s fine. Kind of. Not really. I was harboring what was more and more in hindsight seeming like some fugitive alien or awol government experiment within the walls of my home. There was no way this wasn’t some type of felony, right? I was tampering with… evidence? A crime scene? 

What even was this?

I massage the bridge of my nose, my eyes immediately watering at the remaining smell of gasoline on my hands- no other reason. 

The fire continues to blaze on, the occasional pop and hiss emanating from the rapidly shrinking pile of charred remains. Around me, birds sang. I could hear the trill of chickadees and vireos as they hopped along the edge of the treeline. A soft breeze whispers through the foliage, rustling the leaves scattered on the ground. The early morning fog seemed to ease and give way to the everwarming rays of sunshine… 

I took a deep breath. 

Aside from the pungent odor of gasoline, there was a freshness in the air, as there so often was in fall. A crispness to the chill entering my lungs, with the sharp scent of evergreen dancing on each breath. I held out my hands, letting the heat from the fire soak into them.

It was turning out to be a beautiful day- clear skies, with the sun passively warming the October air. The atmosphere seemed to set a precedent. A subtle nod that everything would be okay.

I exhaled. 

Maybe everything really would be fine.

A soft vibration at my side pulls my attention to my phone. 

In my chest, my heart turns to ice- a sinking feeling of dread washing over me as I read the notification. 

Trail Cam Alert: Movement detected by NW BOUNDARY CAM at 8:06 am

#THIS WAS A LONG ONE #SAJGDJKAGL #Officially have a name for both of them ! #Bram having 4 hands to try to convey a message and just resorting to flipping her off is hilarious to me #I need to post some sound clips of what Bram sounds like for context #Honey just being an absolute menace is my favorite #Intelligent dogs that just aren't that obedient are my favorite #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t prompts #g/t writing #entowrites #g/t angst #size difference #gentle giant #monster man #CW gore #INSTAЯ #DawnOC #BramOC #HoneyOC

[perpetualexistence]

Sea Monster AU: A Deal with an Eel

I'm so very proud of the name of this part. Rhyming gives me too much joy. As do memes.

Anyways, we're cooking with petrol now fellas. Once more I told myself I'd mostly copy and paste a paragraph I already have, and then I went ahead and elaborated on it. Whoops. On the plus side, if I do make this into a fic I'll have a lot of the heavy lifting cut out for me.

There's no scene with dialogue in this one, but boy howdy is there trauma. This is where it starts to get messy and gorey, so read at your own risk. I don't go into too much detail (saving that for the fic), but still. If you want to avoid the worst of it, you can stop reading where it says 'From there? A bloodbath.' and pick up again at 'Noah doesn't do so well for the first few days after that.'

TW: Gore mention, Alejandro being a manipulative ass, Cannibalism (Don't know if it really counts since it's a merfolk eating humans, but I'll just put that there just in case)

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Noah's in quite a bind since his former best friend is now threatening to murdering him for the sake of reputation. He's never been one for words that aren't sarcastic quips, and those are probably going to get him killed faster right now. Alejandro's always been the one who was better with words. Can't exactly ask him for advice right now.

From what he knows about Alejandro, Noah can piece together that the eel likes power over others and acclaim. And apparently eating people. Whatever he's going to offer, he's going to have to make himself useful for a long period of time. Noah doesn't want Alejandro to just decide it's no longer worth it to keep him alive.

He also know there's no way he can just let Alejandro do whatever he wants in Lake Wawanawkwa. For as much as he hates his hometown, he doesn't want any of the people in it to die. Not to mention having people 'mysteriously disappear' around his hometown would probably be bad for business and serve as the final nail in the coffin for the town.

It's just his luck that Alejandro found his way to Noah's hometown first. This seriously couldn't have happened to the Big City instead?! It's got plenty more people to lose. Definitely more who deserve it. Or literally any other town that surrounds Lake Wawanakwa. The lake's the size one of the Great Lakes. It borders the US and Canada so it's got plenty of manned cargo ships and dumb asshole tourists. Noah wouldn't be surprised if Alejandro chose it for that reason.

...

Noah might have just found two problems that solve each other.

It's cruel. He's surely going to have nightmares trying to live with himself. But it will quell Alejandro's appetite, preserve the few people Noah actually cares about, and buy him enough time to figure out how to take Alejandro down permanently.

Noah tells Alejandro that if he keeps Noah around, then he'll will help Alejandro hunt.

Noah can hack into shipping routes to find ships that are going to be isolated. Check for when news about 'mysterious disappearances' starts getting more public. Use social media to find out when any touristy assholes with their big yachts are coming to one of the nearby towns for a visit. Sure, Alejandro could settle for just the waters around his town first. They'd be easy pickings with no one taking notice until most of the town was gone. But if Alejandro really wants to make a name for himself? Start with mysterious disappearances of ships in deeper waters first, and then work your way up towards the bigger towns. More challenging prey, but much more of them. Besides, Alejandro loves a challenge, right?

Noah's sick to his stomach. Alejandro just blinks at the sheer cojones of this small human that he can feel is trying not to shake like a leaf. And he beams because this is going to be a marvelous partnership.

Alejandro's not happy that he'll be forced to let Noah go for this first meal so that Noah can actually find a good ship for him using his computer. He does remind Noah that until then, Alejandro won't really have a choice but to hunt on his own. And that his new size require quite an amount of energy to maintain. And if Noah tries to use this time to set up a trap? Well, even if Noah could find something that would hurt him, Alejandro would make certain that he's not the only one who loses.

Now, off Noah goes. Alejandro knows he's got a lot to think about now. Oh, and he does expect Noah to come back again tomorrow for their regularly scheduled reading time. Alejandro's simply enthralled by the relationship between Elizabeth and Mr.Darcy, and must know how it evolves!

Noah's thrown back at how Alejandro can just flip his mood around so fast. And Alejandro insists that the deal is just business. The friendship is for pleasure, and he sees no reason to stop it so long as they make sure business is always handled first. Leaving a very confused Noah to process what he's just done.

Cut to a short timeskip where Noah finds a decent sized ship he's willing to sacrifice to Alejandro. He tells Alejandro all the details, to which Alejandro thanks him. Noah's ready to turn tail and not face what he's just done when a large hand suddenly cuts off his path. Alejandro insists that Noah has to come with him. He needs to make sure Noah hasn't just created a trap for him. Besides, it'll be fun. He even got a small boat for Noah so that he can push Noah along to the hunt.

Noah wants to know where Alejandro got the boat. Alejandro wants to know if he really wants the answer to that question. Noah decides he probably doesn't need to know.

Noah knows that he has no choice, so he reluctantly gets on the boat when the time comes. Alejandro pushes the boat from under the water so that Noah can go faster that the boat could go on its own. He's so eager that he's letting out 'little' shocks in the surrounding water. So Noah's not going to be jumping out of that boat to flee even if he was stupid enough to try.

Once they're close enough to spot the ship, Alejandro leaves Noah close enough to see what's happening on the ship, but not close enough to put him in any danger. Alejandro swims under the water and Noah watches as electricity suddenly courses through the ship. Alejandro's just fried all the systems, making communications to other ships impossible.

From there? A bloodbath.

There's shouts of alarm from the crew at the electricity that just coursed through the ship. Quickly turned into fear when Alejandro emerges from the water. They beg for the sake of their families, pray to whatever god(s) they worship. Alejandro does not hold back. He grabs and squeezes sailors to death, dropping their bodies so he can move onto the next one. He tears them apart, bites them in half, swallows them whole, throws them into a wall to watch them splatter. He switches between kills as fast as he goes through sailors. It's almost wasteful if the point is to eat enough to be content for a while.

That's what clues Noah in to the fact that this isn't just a hunt. It's a performance for Noah's benefit. Because Alejandro is constantly looking back to make sure Noah's still watching (as if Noah could tear his eyes away from the sight). Alejandro's testing Noah's resolve. This isn't a test that he can afford to fail. He forces himself to keep watching.

When Alejandro is done feasting, he makes sure to sink the ship to hide the evidence of what he's done. He makes his way back to a Noah who absolutely fails to hide his fear this time around. It was one thing to stand up to Alejandro when what he said was just a threat. It's a much different story after seeing exactly what he's capable of.

Alejandro apologizes for pushing Noah so hard so fast. He promises that he'd never do the same to Noah so long as he keeps up his end of the deal. He reaches his finger close and gently uses a knuckle to brush aside some of Noah's wet hair. He gently nuzzles that knuckle against Noah's cheek, taking care not to get any blood on him. Alejandro promises Noah won't even have to find another meal for a week or two. He won't even need to come the next time around if he doesn't want to.

Noah's more than happy to take him up on that offer and just head home. To which Alejandro cleans himself of any unsightly gore, and takes Noah back.

Noah doesn't do so well for the first few days after that.

He's definitely avoiding the cove, and he's avoiding his family too. The biggest thing eating at him is the guilt that there's a very good chance the people Alejandro ate didn't actually have it coming. He just made assumptions based on who they worked for. Even if he never has to witness it again, he still knows innocents COULD be on board. This is all his fault and is the problem he made for himself. It's his responsibility to do something about this. So during his spiraling and attempting to find some way to salvage this, he comes up with a new idea.

Noah drags himself back to his spot. Alejandro's clearly been waiting for him and perks up when he spots him. Before Alejandro can say anything, Noah lays down some new terms. He's going to keep going to the hunts. BUT. He wants to be able to get on the ship before Alejandro starts slaughtering. He can use the boat to fake being a castaway or a stupid tourist who didn't put enough fuel in his boat. Anything to get whoever's on the ship to let Noah on without raising suspicion. Whether he's faking being hurt or being in trouble, he'll use that to try to determine the kind of people they are. If he manages to find someone who doesn't deserve to die, then Alejandro spares them.

Alejandro stops Noah right there. Because Alejandro likes Noah, but he can't just let Noah dictate exactly who does or doesn't get to die. No one gets to control Alejandro like that.

Noah points out that any survivors could just be used to spread stories around. If Alejandro plays his cards right, he could be viewed as a vigilante rather than a monster. It might lead to fewer people attacking him in retaliation.

Besides, Noah calls him out for doing the hunt like that for his benefit. He knows Alejandro likes an audience. So if he wants to keep Noah as a willing audience, and as anything even remotely resembling a friend, he'll agree to the new terms. Otherwise Noah will only come by to give him targets and that's it. All business, no pleasure.

Alejandro really doesn't like the fact that Noah's figured him out like this. That display should have completely cowed Noah into submission to any demands Alejandro makes in the future. Because he definitely had plans to consume more ships than Noah was for now 'allowing' to while still keeping his companionship. On the one hand, he admires Noah's intelligence. On the other hand, it means that getting Noah to do exactly what he wants is harder. Still, Alejandro agrees to these new terms. He'll get Noah completely under his thumb one way or another.

The deal has been struck. Now it's time for the routine to begin.

#sea monster au #total drama #td #td au #total drama au #giant/tiny #g/t #g/t writing #writing #perp writing #td alejandro #td noah #td alenoah #total drama alejandro #total drama alenoah #total drama noah #no beta we die like men #cw: gore #gore #gore mention #cannibalism #cw cannibalism #horror au #total drama horror au #td horror au

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN (TO GET SPLATTERED) OOH MYSTERY! PANIC! DRAMA! EMOTIONS!! LOTS N LOTS OF MEAT, SCARES, AND DICK-OUT FUN! BLOOD IN THE BAYOU HAS GOT IT ALL BABY!!!

blood in the bayou would make SUUUCh a great campy horror movie, its real in my heart, so real.....

#jrwi bitb #jrwi bitb spoilers #jrwi fanart #cw blood #cw gore #cw body horror #EHEHEE YKNOW WHAT I LOVE ABT POSTING ART ON TUMBLR.... #I GET TO TAAALK N TALK N TALK YIPPEEE I LOVE TALKIN ABOUT MY ART!! espeeecially WHEN I THINK ALOT ABT IT #SO this is older. i actually drew this right around the time episode 2 came out. but i WAS kinda stupid slow about it #SOO its a lil old and i dont remember aaall the immediate feelings i had about this episode #OHH MY GOD THIS WAS THE EP WHERE THEY FOUND OUT WHAT THE MAP LOOKS LIKE RIGHT??? #DUDE I REMEMBER BEING SO GENUINELY FUCKIN C A U G H T BY THAT LIKE WHAT??? WHAT??? IT LOOKS LIKE A WHUT??? HUHN???? NHU???????? #OOH ohoh okay okay THE BARRIER right. have yall ever seen annihilation? that kickass movie with that weird dimension? just look it up #in the movie theres a Wall that separates them from the fucked up dimension. its glossy and strange just like a bubble. SOUND FAMILIAR HMMM #THATS what i imagine the wall looked like. gotta draw that at somepoint. i also used that texture for the background color. do ya see it? #i remember when i was first watching it. i thought that maybe it was actually worse outside #like they finally get past the barrier and its the same everywhere else. like the entire earth is already taken.sighh.... #CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE KIAN STONE BTW. AINT NO ONE ELSE HAD THER DICK OUT AS MUCH AS THIS KING. HONESTLY IM A KIAN APOLOGIST #KIAN STONE HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG EVER. HE FOLLOWS HIS HEART AND THE MUSIC DUUUDEE!!!!! HIS HEART AND THE MUSIC ARE ONE DUUUUDEEE!!!! #ILL HAVE MORE THINGS TO SCREAM ABT KIAN WHEN I POST MY EP 3 DOODLE PAGE. OKAY. IM NOT SOBBING LOUDLY. I LOVE N SUPPORT KIAN #AND RAAAND oh raaaand he loves his momma.... n his momma loves him.... hes suuuuch a sad lil disaster of a man.... #i wanna nurse him back to health like an injured little animal #wtf who said that #anyway ROLAN MY SMARTEST BOY IN THE WORLD #I remember listening to the first episode (right at midnight as i was sleeping) n thinkin #dawww rolans so baby :)) hes so baby girl n small and pathetic #and then i saw the official art of him n im like NO WAY #HE LOOKS WAY TOO COOL IN THAT how could this little man ever be that cool AND BOOY DOES IT PROVE ME WRONG. HOLY SHIT. ROLAN. BEAST OF A MAN #OKAAYAY teehee ill share more thoughts later. if u read this far tell me ALL ur thoughts abt bitb ep 2 #kk bye guys ill see u within the next rotatiion mwah mwah love u guys baaaiiiii. please survive for me.

[afraidparade]

doodle saga

#ghoststories #oc: theo #oc: pazu #possessed theo #oc: gabriel #tw injury #light gore #blood tw #whump #<- please lmk if i'm using that tag right! a lot of whump blogs have followed me lately & i'm still not fully sure what it is #g/t ocs

[ultra-phthalo]

Downed Vehicon

Yellow fine point pen on paper.

#tw robot gore #berserker #transformers #tf #tf oc #art #cinnabar #creative writing #macadams #oc cinnabar #human oc #human #tfp #vehicons #vehicon #fan fiction #fan fic #transformers fanfiction #traditional art #MECH soldier #gun pose #knife pose #exo suit #armour #robo gore #One Way #tw knife #tw gun #g/t

[crystalsblogcorner]

Was bored and couldn’t stop thinking abt sb!ranboo from shifting bonds so I decided to draw a ref of one sorts before going to bed, goodnight/good morning and bye!

#shifting bonds au #g/t vore #mcyt g/t #story tw’s #tw graphic descriptions of blood and gore #tw vore #tw dehumanization #tw violence

[zero-to-zero-to-zero-again]

Ophidiophobia (2)

Part One

Word Count: 2,144

TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Angst, Fear of Death, Profanity, Gore (<-Kinda Graphic. Sorry), Injury, Animal Death, Calling A Person An "It"

Characters: C!Tommy, C!Wilbur

Summary: Tommy almost tolerates the presence of the naga he lives with until he receives a grim reminder of precisely why he should have never interacted with it in the first place.

"And then this huge mama bear comes charging at me! I was just like, 'Oh is this your baby?' and then I flew off!"

Tommy hopped from branch to branch as he recounted the story. He stood on one foot, keeping his arms outstretched for balance.

"Scary," Wilbur remarked plainly. He slithered along the forest floor with no particular destination in mind.

"It was! I was almost bear-chow!"

Sometimes it was hard to tell if Wilbur was listening to a word Tommy said. It wouldn't exactly come as a shock if he wasn't. Tommy's attempts to converse-even with people his own size-were always met with some level of irritation or an attempt to get him to shut up.

Honestly, someone nonchalantly pretending to listen was far better than anything like that.

"Sounds like you get into a lot of danger," Wilbur said.

Tommy waved him off.

"I eat danger for breakfast with a side of risk and a big glass of peril to wash it down," the blonde insisted. He leapt onto the closest branch. His heart plummeted at the sound of the crack beneath his feet. His wings snapped out their full span with such force that he nearly pulled a muscle.

The dead branch fell away beneath him, dropping directly onto Wilbur's head. The naga sighed, folding his arms across his chest as he turned to glare halfheartedly at Tommy. The bird hybrid hovered far out of reach. The sun caught on his blue feathers, outlining them with a celestial glow.

Tommy could only chuckle sheepishly, offering a shrug in lieu of an apology. Wilbur rolled his eyes before continuing on his way.

Tommy swallowed hard around the lump in his throat.

That was close

Way too close.

It didn't matter how much time he spent bothering chatting with the snake creature. There was always a pit in his stomach when he entertained the idea of being within a foot of those sharp claws. Or those sharp teeth. Or that giant tail...

"Tommy?"

He snapped back into reality. Golden eyes stared up at him expectantly.

"You look like you've seen a bear.

The bird shook his head.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just a little tired," he mumbled.

The snake didn't bother pointing out the fact that it was still the middle of the day. Wilbur was known for "resting his eyes" whenever he was given the chance. Still, it wasn't exactly normal for Tommy to be sleeping at such an hour. The naga canted his head in consideration.

He looked apt to say something but Tommy beat him to the punch.

"I think I'm going to go get some rest. I'll catch up with you later," the bird chittered.

Wilbur never really got the chance to respond before Tommy had vanished high above the treetops.

Tommy retreated back to his favorite hollow. He collapsed down into his little bark sanctuary, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Every minute he spent with the naga was taking another year off his life.

At most, he was just convenient entertainment for the giant beast. The second the opportunity presented itself, he was as good as snake food.

He paced about the small space.

Was this a chance he was willing to keep taking? To try and socialize with an apex predator for the sake of having a bit of fun? He knew. Some small, rational part of him knew that it would be better to just pack up and find somewhere objectively safer to stay.

Some far larger part of him was keen on retorting with a firm, "But I don't wanna."

He was being an ass. Maybe it would be best to just talk it out with Wilbur. What was the worst that could happen? The snake could admit to just tolerating him and waiting for the right moment to strike? He could just take off.

Yeah. That was a fine idea.

He flew back towards the spot he'd left the snake. He figured the naga couldn't have gotten far and he was right. Only a few dozen feet ahead, he spotted the telltale glint of orange-gold scales in the glistening sunlight. He wasn't quite sure how to bring up the subject but surely it wouldn't be too hard.

Bring it up as a joke or just come straight out and ask. It didn't really matter. He had plenty of time to bounce between the few options in his mind as he soared on a strong current towards the naga.

He landed on a branch far above the naga's head.

"W-"

His words died on his lips.

The sickening crack of bones echoed through the forest. Talons dipped in crimson twisted through what had been reduced to a writhing lump of brown fur. One more crank of practiced fingers and it went limp all at once.

The absence of its strangled cries was filled with the grotesque ripping of flesh from muscle. Greedy hands shoveled the bloodied mess into a mouth opened far too wide for comfort. Giant fangs sliced through what remained like butter.

Tommy pressed a hand to his mouth, stumbling backwards. He was going to be sick.

The naga's head snapped up. Nausea churned in Tommy's stomach as the monster's eyes sliced over its shoulder to lock right onto him. Ruby syrup dripped from its half-open maw. Its brown eyebrows pinched together ever so slightly.

"Tom-" it began.

Nope.

Tommy was out of there. How nice of the universe to make up his mind for him. He flew as fast as his wings could carry him. Even though he knew it was fur beneath those deadly hands, all he could see was feathers. Blue feathers. If it could do that to a rabbit larger than him, he didn't want to think about how easily it could shred him.

He took off straight past the border of the naga's territory to enter the unclaimed portion of the forest. He didn't care if there were more predatory animals out there. He didn't care if he was more likely to lose his life out there than he ever would be back in the naga's territory. So long as he was far, far away from that snake.

...

Tommy stirred at every twig snap. There was no telling how long he'd been laying on that branch tossing and turning. The best shelter he'd been able to find on short notice was a vacant tree that he could only pray was out of reach of anything that wanted to kill him.

Howls sounded in the distance. Bats screeched high above. Even the buzz of the cicadas had him on edge. He groaned, raking his fingers through sweat-slicked locks. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd slept a hell of a lot better with that snake bitch around.

He knew it wasn't a vegetarian or anything but, Prime, whenever the scene replayed in his head, all he could think about was the fact that he happened to be made of meat as well.

He gave up on trying to sleep. Closing his eyes left him vulnerable to attacks sprung on him by his own memory. He groggily pushed himself upright to stare at the sky. He'd leave first thing in the morning. At the break of daylight, he'd be off and by this time tomorrow, he'd be far away from any creatures. Predators or otherwise.

Creeeaak

Tommy's head snapped up. Another chipmunk on the loose, probably. He was so good at getting scared of nothing.

Grrrrr

Okay...either that was the most ferocious chipmunk of all time or that was no mere rodent. Just as he was about to search for the source of the sound, said source found him first. The branch bounced with the extra weight placed on it.

Two slitted pupils glowed in the ashen moonlight. It crept closer with its head down and pointed ears pinned down against its head.

"Woah. Nice...kitty?" Tommy tried as he prepared himself for a hasty flight.

It jumped. So did he. He dove off the end of the branch with every intention of opening his wings until the paw batted him straight out of the air.

Oh.

He was falling.

The world was a blur around him as he plummeted straight down onto the forest floor. His body landed with a sickening thud and an unnatural crack. The pain was probably the first thing he registered. Even with the blanket of adrenaline thrown over it, daggers shot between his shoulder blades.

He let out a hoarse cry, rolling over onto his stomach. He had no time to assess the damage. Not before the four paws landed silently on the soft ground beside him. As he spread his wings, he realized that the one thing he was praying hadn't broken had likely been the only thing that had.

He bit back another yelp. There was no time. He just had to get away. The damn thing didn't move until he did. Like it was having the time of its life torturing him.

Things looked so different from the ground. As he ran about on foot, he couldn't help but think about the fact that he didn't even know if he had anywhere to escape to. He wasn't a great climber. Or swimmer. Or runner. Definitely not built for evading pursuit beyond his wings.

All he could do was continue on running with the sound of bounding steps like a drumbeat behind him.

What were his options? Run? He was trying like hell. Flight? No dice. Fight? Absolutely not. Only in his wildest dreams did he stand a chance against a lynx. Hide? He was bright blue. Even if it was somewhat colorblind, his hues were a stark contrast to anything else in that forest.

He was running out of time.

And leeway.

He could practically feel the plumes of warm air from its nostrils against the back of his neck. Nothing looked familiar from this vantagepoint. Nowhere felt safe.

He veered a sharp left. The telltale click of jaws snapping shut on air sounded from mere inches away. Too close. He'd bought himself another handful of seconds at most.

A single second at least.

And it always seemed to be the latter with him.

He was knocked clean off his feet, sent skidding through gritty soil and mud alike. The world was upside down when he finally came to a clumsy halt. Any attempt to right himself was thwarted by the paw pressed to his chest.

The beginnings of claws dug into his skin. Looking into its eyes, all he saw was his own pitiful reflection. Bloodied and dirty with the most helpless little look painted on his face.

Tommy growled.

"Get the fuck off me!" he shouted. His voice waivered, cracking as more pressure was applied right around his lungs. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Though this feline couldn't have possibly been capable of replicating complex emotion, he could have sworn he saw it smirking in triumph.

He was going to die.

He was really going to die.

A messy set of claws glistened as they were raised high above his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, capable of doing nothing except bracing himself for the inevitable.

All at once, the pressure left. There was a loud yowl off to his right. He dared to open his eyes one by one. An all too familiar naga pinned the wriggling lynx to the ground with a single hand. The lynx's frantic claws snagged on the naga's arm. Wilbur drew in a hissing breath through his teeth.

The feline was launched into a nearby tree, its body making a sickening thud as it collided with bark. Tommy saw his chance. He weakly began to push himself upright. Wilbur's wrathful eyes briefly sliced to the bird hybrid.

"Tommy, sit down!" he snapped.

Tommy did just that.

The lynx didn't stand a chance. Even as it thought it had the element of surprise on its side, the naga backhanded it without so much as looking at it.

The feline came to a rolling stop with a surprised yip. It was slow to get back on its feet, obviously injured limbs struggling to hold its body upright. The snake showed off all of its dagger-sharp teeth with a harbinger's hiss.

The lynx stood there a moment longer before hastily retreating back into the sea of trees with a hobbling gait. The naga's breaths were ragged as it watched the fleeing animal, its shoulders rising and falling with a tremble in their motions.

Seemingly satisfied with having scared the lynx off, Wilbur let out a heavy sigh. He slowly turned to look at Tommy.

But Tommy wasn't there.

There was just an empty spot where he once sat and a trail of blood traveling away from it.

~

Part Three

#g/t #g/t writing #mcyt g/t #giant!wilbur #tiny!tommy #naga!wilbur #winged!tommy #g/t angst #unintentional fearplay #cw: gore #misunderstandings #cw: animal death #hurt/comfort...eventually #angst with a happy ending...also eventually...maybe >:)

[nobodywritingao3]

Your Love (Deja Vu) [ch 2]

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Phil stores his sons during a fight, revealing his true nature to them. Caught up in the moment, he doesn't get a chance to explain to them and falls asleep. When he wakes up, they're inconsolable.

CW: - gore - minor character death - Phil eats people - hard vore - soft vore

title taken from 'Your Love (Deja Vu)' by Glass Animals but specifically the stripped back version because that makes me cry

word count: 1.7k 💔 read it on AO3

Phil wakes up with the sun on his face, covered in blood. That's never a good thing, but it's especially a not-good thing when one is a giant with adopted human children who doesn't immediately remember the previous day's events. He blinks dazedly at the sky, the taste of raw human still faint in his mouth and panics as the worst conclusion instantly plants itself in his mind.

His heart pounds and he sits up fast; worry, shame, and grief working their way into every nerve when the memories rush him like a flood.

Oh. Fuck.

At least I didn't digest my fucking kids, he thinks hysterically. He can feel them in his storage, huddled together and probably - no, definitely terrified.

Guilt curls unpleasantly in his gut, somewhere between the soldiers and his sons, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Boys?" He whispers. "Are you...?" He can't bring himself to finish the sentence - of course they're not okay, they're probably losing their minds.

He can feel them shift around. It's silent for agonizing seconds until there's a small, half whimpered, "Dad?" from inside.

His heart leaps, and then promptly crashes as he hears a whispered, "Tommy! Shut the fuck up - ! " accompanied by a struggling sensation in his storage.

He experimentally lays a hand across his midsection and gently rubs circles into his brood pouch. They jolt away from that part of the storage and press themselves into the opposing wall. Hot shame climbing his throat, he reluctantly stops.

"Hey, hey - it's okay, everything is okay," he gently murmurs to them, trying to imbue his words with as much love and reassurance as he can. "You're all safe; I would never do anything to - " he trails off guiltily. He's already hurt them. Pathetically, he finishes, "I love you. So, so much."

He slowly stands up, painfully aware of how his movements are affecting them.

They've never been in his brooding pouch before and this has been a horrible introduction. He never wanted to store them in the first place ( - a blatant lie. He had wanted this days into taking them in - ) and this has been exactly why. They see him as a monster now. They witnessed him massacre an army; thought for an entire night that their own father had eaten them - they waited that long to digest!

He breathes, trying to steady his rushing heartbeat. They can hear it, that's the nature of storage pouches, and he doesn't want them to know how scared he is.

"Give me ten minutes, okay? I'll bring you out soon." He speaks calmly, sounding more controlled than he is.

He doesn't have a giant toothbrush, he notes numbly.  There's gristle and blood undoubtedly stuck in his teeth, and he knows without checking that his breath smells like meat and death. He stares at his hands in dismay; they're caked in flaking, dry blood. His clothes are ruined. He doesn't want them to see him like this.

A cruel voice in his brain reminds him that they already have.

He walks a steady pace to a nearby river - at his size, closer to a small stream - and begins to clean himself off. He got rid of all his giant sized clothes when he took in the kids, reasoning to himself that it would be more trouble than it was worth hiding them for a few decades when he spent nearly all his time pretending to be human anyway. He regrets that now, regarding his bloodstained shirt and jeans. He rinses his mouth - once, twice, six times - and does his best to brush and clean with his fingers and watery reflection. He picks a few bone fragments from his teeth and tosses them into the river, before remembering that the twins love to play there. He stares at the water in horror and hopes neither of them ever stumble across the remains.

Well fuck, he thinks to himself. There's nothing I can do about that now.

He takes another look at his reflection. Most of the blood is gone and his mouth is considerably better than before, but it's still - it's not good enough. It will never be good enough.

How gross is his mouth right now? He cleaned what he could, but what if there's still blood clinging to his teeth? They'll see it when he brings them back up. They've already seen it. They saw it after he'd just eaten twenty or thirty people, they thought that he was trying to do the same thing to them -

He inhales sharply and blinks back tears.

He's a monster. They see that now. He has to face the music.

He makes his way back to the cottage. He stops on his way there to stare at the blood soaked field his rampage had taken place. There are still bits and pieces of people lying on the field. He regards the sky, feeling numb. They're due for rainfall soon... and the local wildlife will scavenge the loose meat. There's nothing else to be done except hope that the kids don't come out to the field between now and whenever it looks less fucked up and bloody. He continues to the house.

When he arrives, he kneels before the front door and tries to muster the courage to speak with his kids. He stares at the house for longer than he should and he can feel them nervously stir in his gut.

"Boys?"

They don't respond. He hadn't really expected them to.

"I... You don't need to be scared of what's about to happen," he begins gently. "It'll feel like a pull. Don't resist, alright? It's - it's okay if you do, I understand if you do, but please try to relax."

He can feel them moving, standing up and shuffling about in a panicked kind of way, and before he can second guess himself, he starts to bring someone up.

The muscles in his storage clamp down around a figure, and the screaming starts. His heart pounds wildly and he has to fight himself to keep going. They're struggling - he thinks it's Techno - squirming and wriggling, which is bad enough on its own, but fighting too, punching and kicking back. He flinches at the sharp pain, his eyes starting to sting. The tissue lining his storage tube is soft and easily damaged (because normal parents don't terrify their children into tearing them apart from the inside), and whoever is coming up is determined not to make the journey easy. He goes quickly, unwilling to prolong this for either of them, and when they finally reach the top and tumble into his mouth, it's all he can do to not spit them into his hand. They taste like Technoblade, confirming his suspicion. Tech is still fighting, punching at any surface he can reach, and being particularly harsh with Phil's tongue.

He forces himself to go slowly now. He brings Techno to the front of his mouth and cups his hands at his chin. Before his mouth is even fully open, Techno is clawing his way out. He lands in Phil's hands and scrambles up, blinking dumbly at his father with a slight shake in his body.

Phil stares at him. "... Hello," he rasps out.

Technoblade snaps from his stupor, shrinking backwards only to flinch away as he hits Phil's curled fingers.

"Oh - okay, okay, I'm putting you down - I'm putting you down," he sets Techno in front of their door while stumbling over his words. He leans back, giving him space. "You - you should take a shower."

Techno never take his eyes off Phil, retreating slowly and grasping blindly for the doorknob. As soon as he finds it, he's gone, and Phil sighs defeatedly.

He massages his throat, wincing in pain. It'll bruise and possibly tear, but he knows he deserves it.

He clears his voice. "Tommy? Wilbur?"

They still.

"Your big brother is fine. Someone else needs to come up now," he explains tiredly. "Please, please don't squirm. That makes it more difficult for both of us."

He starts the process again. Something is very wrong. The lump coming up is too big, has too many limbs and - fuck. They're coming up together. His eyes widen as he realizes, but it's too late now, and he knows there's nothing he can do if this is what they want. They're hugging each other, which makes it harder to move or attack him, but his throat burns from the stretch of bringing up two of his brood at once.

They fall into his mouth, still clinging to teach other. They're silent but shaking and Phil feels a fresh wave of shame collapse over him. He brings them forward and opens his mouth, gently releasing them into his palm.

Wilbur holds Tommy in a vicelike grip, his eyes squeezed shut and Tommy's face buried in his chest.

Phil resists the urge to inspect them. He keep his fingers a respectful distance from the pair, knowing that any kind of touch is traumatic right now.

He clears his throat again, and feels how torn up it is. It burns when he speaks and his voice sounds like a creaking door. "You're okay... open your eyes."

It takes a few seconds but Wilbur peeks. He opens his eyes wider, in awe of the sky and nature, though his grip on Tommy never ceases.

Phil starts to move them to the porch but Tommy squeals and curls even more into Wilbur's arms, causing him to freeze instantly.

"Sorry. Sorry," he whispers. "I'm just putting you by the house. I - I'm sorry."

They're silent and still.

He starts to move again, painfully slow and tense.

He deposits them gently on the ground and as soon as he's a safe distance away, the door swings open and Technoblade grabs Tommy by the leg, literally dragging him through the door. Wilbur scrambles in after, falling over himself to get away from Phil. The door shuts with a resounding slam, and Phil can't help but flinch away from the noise.

He stares at the house for a few seconds before shrinking down into his human form. Thirty minutes later, he gets up the nerve to knock on the door.

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i wrote like 4k words and then decided to cut off the second half and just save it for the next chapter so weee earlier post then planned

hope you enjoyed <3

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