#he's Cesare Cesares got the bad food

[gatorgrumbles]

I love drawing this ugly mf

#he's so absolutely awful #he's so ugly I want him #I love this loser #btb #big top burger #zomburger #cesare bigtop burger #btb cesare #my art #drawing #art #digital art #he's Cesare Cesares got the bad food #a little gift from upper management #down #bigtop burger

[lyomeii]

a little maid

・❥・warnings/notices: yandere themes, manipulation, obsession, reader dies in original timeline, reader is a servant/maid, female reader, cesare is obsessed with reader.

・❥・ request by anon! Question about the how to get my husband at my side You can do something where the reader protects Ruby and she becomes mega affectionate and in the end she comes to the north and everyone becomes affectionate(Yandere) for/to her

・❥・a/n: sorry for being missing :/ I got excited and inspired for drawing, writing some other projects (another chapter of wireless is coming soon!) and stuff from colleges, but no worries, here is the post for today!

・❥・way before ruby goes to the north to marry izek, you were at her side since the very beginning as her personal servant and beloved friend to anytime. the two of you were inseparable despite the differences of social classes, she being a noble girl set to marry the heir of the omerta dukedom while you were nothing but a simple servant ready to help her at anytime. a rare, but lovely duo.

・❥・that’s why you were so important to ruby! always helping her whatever she needed no matter how hard the task was and often. the way her blue eyes shiny when you are in the same room as her is more than enough to notice how the girl deeply cares about you since you are one of the few people that treat her right. despite yourself being treated in horrible circumstances too, the little bruises on your skins or when you force yourself to stop shaking when cesare is in the same room is noticeable to her eyes. specially when his eyes are settled on you, like he is watching a prey and he is ready to attack at anytime.

・❥・so when the news of ruby getting married to the heir of the omerta dukedom reaches your ears, you couldn’t be happier for the lady to get a better living life away from this place, away from the people who torment her daily and you got even happier when she told you that you are coming alongside her. the tears you dropped on her fancy and expensive dresses as the two of you prepared enough luggage to the long travel away from this living nightmare. away from the pope and cesare, even with the last one trying to make you stay in the manor to make him ‘company’, but luckily the pope told his son that ruby couldn’t afford to lose a loyal servant like you, so you quickly left with ruby towards the north.

・❥・the travel itself was a little rough, but nothing like the two of you couldn’t handle and so the day the two of you arrive at the north, things aren’t the best. the servants from the omerta dukedom were horrible to ruby and people often spoken ill things about your lady! oh, you were so ready to thrown fists and kicks everywhere to defend your sweetie lady when needed, however ruby told you to stay out and ignore them, after all, she only needs you, right? regardless of her now husband being cold and everyone treating her like nothing, you still here as her closest friend.

・❥・with days going by, it was hard to the local servants, knights and some others residents to not notice how the loyal maid of the lady rudbeckia followed her anywhere and how hardworking are you no matter the task you were given. clean the dirty windows? they are soon spotless. cooking to the knights? a delicious meal is ready to be eaten. serving izek after he is done with training? yes. ignoring the fact that you hold some feeling towards that man, you can’t deny that he is trying his best to become closer to ruby, even asking you for help. it was funny to seeing him nervous when questioning about the lady’s favorite food and sweeties.

・❥・so things get a little better, if you ignore the fact that you got in a few arguments with the headmaid and some others servants that tried to downgrade lady ruby and soon, people start noticing you even more. others maids that aren’t on your bad side, asking for advices in certain tasks. some knights becoming brave enough to hand you flowers and some little gifts that you thanked them and of course, you got to know elenia van omerta a little better. there is no lying in this part, you didn’t like her at first (the headmaid didn’t help with that too), but you give a shot and become somehow closer to her despite your heart telling not to do it.

・❥・ with more time passed, ruby’s life got better at the north. people aren’t that bad anyone with her, since you either threaten them or just because they rapidly become nicer to her :) and things between her and Izek got better. the two of them even act like a couple in front of the people and got to know each other. isn’t that sweet? now they are closer and some maids were replaced, you get more free time to get know around the dukedom, something you didn’t have the opportunity to do it earlier. and unfortunately, you got to know even more unpleasant people.

・❥・firstly, there was freyan. a sweet girl at first glance, but after a few interactions with her made you rethink about her entire personality. why is so evil towards ruby? ruby didn’t make anything for her to be so evil. and her brother, lorenzo? well, he is not that bad like you expected… before you could scold him for an accident at the training grounds, he quickly apologized to you and those involved, even getting you a bouquet as an apology gift with his cheek fully red. the knights couldn’t help, but make some fun of the boy for having a little crush on you and he went back to training to avoid even more embarrassment from his colleagues. a little weird, but at least you are happy that he isn’t as half bad like his older sister.

・❥・another person who you got closer in recent times is ivan. someone who at first, you wanted to be distant as possible, but turns out he is someone cool to be around. his carefree personality was the the main reason of how easily the two of got closer to become friends, also the many gifts he gets to you are also a little bonus of this friendship. you are to naive to notice his feelings about you, maybe it’s the fact that you are too busy working for ruby all the time.

・❥・and speaking of her, ruby is someone who cares about you and always will. in the original timeline, where the original rudbeckia was the one who caused the entire destruction of the omerta empire and between the main reasons she did it, you were the main one. a maid who never left her side til the very end by the hands of cesare, the very same one who never told where he put your dead body to rest. that was her final straw to bring the world to a living nightmare and she did with fully happiness when Izek confronted her in that very same day where she took her final breath.

・❥・now, with a new person living in rudbeckia body and trying to change such fate, she can’t be happier to know that you still around here. the way you spend most of your time next to her is the reason she smiles and there is nothing in this world she would change for that.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

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[felidrae]

With the recent released episode I went back & binge watched the previous episodes. There are many things I could talk about that I want to see more of (example if Penny introduced her daughter to the rest of the crew- I feel Steve would be utterly devoted to her since he’s a clown & has a soft spot for kids as seen from that one customer interaction)

BUT I’m bias and have a fascination in examining possibly veiled relationships & going into the speculative deeper details/interpretations. So I’ll start w/ that.

The topic: Cesare & Doctor (Allen)

Cesare & Doctor seem to have a deeper relationship than how Cesare has one w/ the rest of the employees.

Firstly, from what we’ve seen Cesare seems to only see his employees as just that- employees. He has no inclination to form a bond since we haven’t seen him hang out w/ them outside of work nor use their real names (unlike Steve) but instead uses their costume titles; this is so he doesn’t get attached. Cesare is a man on the job & once the job is done he will finally rest- no need to get attached when he’s dead already.

While Cesare is full of energy, theatrics & is just all over the place in general he doesn’t really seem to take nonsense from his employees nor engage in peer discussions; when he DOES interact it’s limited & mainly snapping:

- Frances asking him to try the bad food & he immediately shuts it down by saying he doesn’t eat food. While I understand where he’s coming from as a zombie there’s no real reason to not at least try it- Not eating something thats no longer needed doesn’t mean he can’t humor her.

- Conrad asking him how old he is. He could’ve lied but instead tells him to never ask him that; then again this could’ve been a “asking someone how old they are is rude” type of thing

- Conrad asking if he’s been to a FTC before & he says “no, I’m a virgin around here” then immediately goes straight back to business “I’m sure my reputation proceeds me however”

- Conrad asking to take lens off is immediately shut down cause Zombie man needs to stay hidden

(Notably, the only time Cesare snaps at Doctor is when he tries to negotiate w/ Cesare over the costumes.)

As stated his interactions with them are mainly orders or stopping them from revealing “ brand secrets” / asking questions. Even they (Conrad & Frances) have no internal familiarity w/ him since they call him “Boss”. It’s all strictly business.

The only people we have seen him fully interact w/ that isn’t a quick remake is Steve & Doctor; Steve makes sense- he’s a long term target who’s foiled his attempted captures time & time again. They got history/beef. Doctor however is just a regular human who’s employed by him- there shouldn’t be any history between the two that would establish the amount of interaction that aren’t simply orders (then again the interactions they do have is also related to business.) as well as treat Doctor more fairly from the rest YET Casare uses a nickname for him which is something we haven’t seen him do w/ the others, dramatically worries about Doctor when he’s down, is more abrasive towards him and counts on him w/ tasks such as gathering information whilst being impressed by him; Doctor is his right hand man.

Doctor in turn does something the rest don’t do- he calls Cesare by his name. This is significant. Why script it to where Frances/Conrad only call him “Boss” but Doctor frequently uses his actual name; this is a personal/friendly undertone. Cesare seems to have no issues with this either which if you go based on Cesare’s character & view on his employees would seem unusual. The only time we see him calling Cesare “Boss” is when he’s shocked/unsure about him.

Overall Cesare displays traits that would suggest he’s slightly more fond towards Doctor (I believe he enjoyed his time with the other employees- he’s just a blockhead & wants no strings attached) & Doctor in return reciprocates. Heck, Doctor is listed as a “Morality Pet” trope though it’s downplayed in the series- so far.

Secondly, the question is why is this specific relationship different from the rest? Well, another thing that’s good to note is the parallel between the two Foodtrucks:

- both have extravagant themes to hide the identities of the employers

-both have three employees that are human

-both sell bad burgers

- both are employers who came out of the ground & aren’t human

From what we’ve seen from the latest episode Steve was in the Earth’s core unconscious until he woke up & dug himself out; causing Tim to be the first to find him. Tim is also arguably Steve’s right hand man since he wears a chef’s hat & in “Down” he is the only one from Bigtop that exclaims a sentence of shock when everything is revealed.

Now this is where the speculation(or delulu) comes into play: both Tim/Doctor are right hand men & both exclaimed in shock at the revelation; so what if like Tim, Doctor was the first to find Cesare? We don’t know exactly how the recruitment happened but Cesare is aware they are all theatre majors (interestingly he specifically mentions puppets when saying this- marionettes are puppets) so either he went out of his way to a theatre group & found them OR Doctor was his first employee who brought his friends along since the pay is nice whilst they get to perform.

If Doctor was the first to find Cesare he took enough interest to make the proposal. This could be for many reasons however given the context of the story it would make more sense if Doctor reminded him of when Cesare was alive- Cesare is a performer & it would make sense he would reminisce about it causing it to make decisions for him.

Personally I would find it fitting if like Cesare, Doctor enjoys puppets- his voice would be perfect for it. (But that is a headcannon & not speculation.)

In conclusion, the relationship between the two is noticeable different from the rest for a Zombie who was using them as a means to an end & learning more on the why would be desirable to see as well as flashbacks about how Zomburger & the relationship dynamics began; seeing how they’re all (Bigtop & Zomburger) handling the revelation that their bosses weren’t human is definitely something we will be seeing.

That’s mainly it- it’s a bit of a rant but I’d like to hear your thoughts/headcannons

Bonus photo:

#bigtop burger #bigtop burger cesare #bigtop burger doctor #bigtop burger conrad #bigtop burger frances #bigtop burger steve #bigtop burger spoilers #bigtop burger tim #bigtop burger theory #bigtop burger billie #bigtop burger penny

[navstuffs]

Hope

Pairing: Brotherhood!Ezio x GN!Reader

Summary: Ezio knows he shouldn't have hope - but he still hopes that you might be found alive.

Warnings: ANGST, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, reader is tortured, torture!!! , cursing, violence, ezio going through loss again, alternate good ending at the bottom.

Author's Note: hii! this came to me at 1:30 am and i wrote until 3 am. this fanfic has two endings! the true one, bad, sad and painful. and the good one, which is found at the end. so in a certain sense, you can pick the one you think is best! (no one asked but my fav is the bad one) if you want, you can listen to the song that helped me write this fanfic i found by amber run. hope you enjoy!

I'll use you as a warning sign (...)

And I'll use you as a focal point

So I don't lose sight of what I want(...)

And I've moved further than I thought I could

But I missed you more than I thought I would (...)

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

(Amber Run - I found)

It could have been three days or thirty days. You don't know anymore. You try to keep yourself awake, but the pain, thirst, and exhaustion are too much.

It is hard to move. Your legs and arms have been bound with heavy chains since you arrived, and the last piece of food you had was what a soldier threw on the floor four, three nights ago? It had a weird taste, but you were so hungry you ate in one piece.

It had been an ambush. As the mission leader, it was your responsibility to realize that. But you didn't. Giving time for the others to escape, you stayed. You killed as many as you could. You got captured and taken straight to Cesare. 

Cesar first bargained, saying all you had to do was share Ezio's locations and plans. He was going to reward you. He would make you part of the nobility. You spit on his face, getting your first broken rib that night.

They stripped you of your Assassin robe. You knew it was a tactic to shame you, but you didn't care. After being beaten up countless times, your honor no longer matters.

They have tried everything. To droll you in a bucket of water. Burn you with the heated point of a sword. Plucked one or two fingernails until you passed out with the pain. Not counting all bruises on your face and all over your body.

Cesare enjoys seeing you like this. He occasionally stops in front of your cell, tempting you: all you had to do was tell where your other fellow Assassins were. Where Ezio Auditore hid. 

You said nothing. You never opened your mouth. 

You heard from a few soldiers or thought you so, the leader of the Brotherhood was looking for you. Hunting. He had become even more ruthless, killing more and more guards. They had problems recruiting guards now. No one knew when they would get back home after work.

You didn't know if you wanted Ezio to find you, to see you like this. He wouldn't even recognize you.

You could only hope death took you before.

-x-

Ezio hasn't been thinking straight for ten days, four hours, and twelve minutes since the other Assassins returned without you. When he asked for an explanation, his heart already knew the answer. They explained there were too many. You had stayed.

"Dead?" Il Mentore asked, and they could feel the pain in his voice. They don't know.

Ezio didn't freak out. The anger from when he was an inexperienced and immature Assassin came back in full force. He was primarily angry at himself: he shouldn't have let you in. He shouldn't have allowed you to get so close. Why you had to be so stubborn? Why he accepted your help?

That same night, Ezio went out. Alone. Hunting for something to take his anger. Ezio didn't know when he stopped, but when he came to Tiber Island, his vests were full of blood.

Ezio fell into a chair, the hideout too quiet without your presence. Being the strategic leader at his side. Ezio wanted to feel your warmth. Your company. Your love. He can feel the tears dropping from his eyes, and he doesn't try to control them. He lets them run free.

When he went to bed, he had nightmares. Ezio saw his dad and his siblings hanged, screaming for help, and he can't do anything about it. Cristina dying in his arms, declaring her love, and he can't do anything about it. He saw you lying in a fetal position, your body pierced by arrows, blood dripping until his feet. Ezio tried to move but can't, desperately watching you die. 

Ezio couldn't save any of them.

-x-

When Machiavelli brings news that the templars are keeping an Assassin in a secret location, Ezio tries not to be hopeful. Deep inside, he wishes it isn't you. He has no idea what they can be doing with you.

"Where?" 

"Just outside Rome. I don't know the exact location, but I will try to get it. Ezio, it could be-"

"Let me know what you can find," Ezio murmurs before leaving.

He visits his mom and Claudia. His mom is sad and apprehensive. Claudia, on the other hand, tries not to mention your name.

"How are you doing?" Claudia wonders, her tone full of pain. His sister must be feeling terrible: you were Claudia's best friend.

"I want the body. I want to be able to bury it."

Claudia gulps, looking straight. They had dealt with death before, and deep inside, Claudia and Ezio expected it to become easier with time. Without controlling herself, she hugs her older brother, sobbing.

"Oh, Ezio, I am so so sorry."

"Me too," Ezio whispers back, his heart breaking into a million pieces.

-x-

You don't know why you are still alive. After another beat-up session, the guards seem to have given up on you. Even Cesare doesn't appear anymore.

Your clothes are dirty and ripped, and you can barely keep your eyes open. Your fingers are broken. They stopped giving you water. You know something is bleeding inside you; it is just a matter of time now.

You wish you could have seen Claudia. Maria. Leonardo. All your other Assassins. You wish you could thank them for all the lessons you got. You are happy they didn't come to save you.

You wish you could have seen Ezio one last time. Tell him it wasn't his fault.

-x-

When Machiavelli reveals the location, Ezio doesn't hesitate to go—joined by the same group you saved. The Brotherhood wants to give you proper rest. They know you wouldn't like that, risking the Brotherhood for a single Assassin, but it is you.

You are imprisoned in some fort just outside Rome, Machiavelli explained. For some reason, he didn't know the status of your life, but from what his informants saw, they were keeping you in a cell.

"Dead?" Ezio asks. There is no hope in his voice.

"They don't know. Ezio, do you think that is a good idea?"

Ezio doesn't know. He gets on his horse and is followed by the others. A small part inside of him is burning, inside his heart. It grows like a small flame that gets bigger on a cold and dark day.

It is hope.

-x-

You wake up with the sound of a distant explosion. Screams came followed, and the smell of fire. You try to lift your head, your survival instincts kicking in, but your body hurts too much. You wonder if you have arrived in Hell. You concentrate on the front door, your vision too foggy to see anything. You can hear the noises of a fight though you can't quite place what is happening yet.

You think you hear death calling your name.

-x-

Ezio is frozen in front of your cell. For a few seconds, he can't move or breathe. 

It is you. 

It is really you. 

It barely looks like you, though. In a fetal position, legs and arms are tied with heavy chains. Ezio holds the bars with an intensity that might break them. What the fuck have they done to you? He needs to get you out there. Now.

He calls your name.

You don't seem to listen. Ezio tries again, this time more urgent. 

You open your eyes, confused. You thought you heard Ezio calling. Trying to crawl across the floor, you focus your eyes on death.

It is Ezio. Hood down. You can barely see his face, but you know he looks as beautiful as ever.

"E...zi...o," You whisper. 

Ezio gets the keys from the guard impaled against the wall. He ignores his shaking hands and opens the door, rushing toward you. When he touches your face, your skin is so cold. He calls your name again, waking you up.

"Io sono qui, amore mio, sono qui."

You barely seem to register what he says. Ezio glances at your body. It doesn't look good, but he is determined to get you off there. He lifts your body, and you groan in pain.

"I am going to take you out of here," It is a promise.

Ezio takes you across the corridors, walking as carefully as he can. He didn't want you to feel more pain. He is thankful he brought a doctor. He has to hope you can make it.

The place around him is destroyed, being burned to the ground. Ezio had told the other Assassins to look for other innocents inside the prison.

"I always have been hopeful. Always hoping you were alive," Ezio confesses, his voice trembling as if you could listen.

You are passing moments of consciousness and unconsciousness. You know you were in Ezio's arms (he knew you hated to be carried like that). You try to say you loved him, that it's too late, but no words come out of you.

Ezio finally gets to the entrance. His fellow Assassins were in the front with a small group of people. All looked malnourished but not as bad as you. The doctor, who was checking them, runs to you as Ezio places you on the floor as carefully as he can.

He can't leave your side. Ezio touches your face. He touches your cheeks. Your forehead. Your ears. Trying to memorize your features.

Your eyes open, and you do your best to keep them open. You know it is the last time. You can notice the doctor assessing you. He seems to say something to Ezio, and he looks defeated. The doctor gives you space. Nobody else dares to get closer.

"You were brave. Very brave this whole time. I am sorry I didn't find you earlier, amore mio."

Ezio holds your hand into his face, his heart heavy. He breathes deeply. He wants to scream at the world, not again! He wants to shout, he wants the doctor to find a way to cure you. He wants you to live. You deserve to live. 

You have to live. 

Breathing deeply one more time, his voice shaking and the tears falling down his eyes, he finally says.

"Go in peace."

You give him a half-smile, ignoring the pain on your broken fingers as you rub your face a little. You were happy. You saw him one last time. Ezio knew you loved him.

Numerous memories flashed behind your eyes. Your family. Your family being killed. Meeting Ezio. Falling in love with him. Claudia teasing you but happy her brother found love again. Maria thanking you for giving him hope. Your experiments with Leonardo. Mario's death. The beginning of the Brotherhood. Your first night with Ezio.

Ezio.

Ezio.

You want to apologize. It is not his fault. You want to say you love him and wish him a happy life. He will find someone. He will be happy. You close your eyes, never to open them again. 

ALTERNATE ENDING (GOOD ENDING):

"We can try to move them, but it might be risky," The doctor warns as he returns, but Ezio ignores that. Leaving the rest of the Assassins to help the rest of the people, he places your body in the carriage with the doctor, focusing on taking you to the closest Inn, making sure to go slow.

He tries not to give himself hope, but you seem to be fighting.

The doctor says you aren't dead yet.

Ezio enters the Inn with you unconscious in his arms, the doctor at his side. The owners, an elderly older couple named Bianco and Pia, rush him to a room, where he places you gently into a bed.

The doctor asks Ezio to rip your clothes. He does so. Pia brings a bowl with water to clean your body. She doesn't say anything, but her eyes don't have much hope.

The doctor gives you a medicine that burns down your throat. He bandages pretty much your whole body and tells Ezio he has done everything he could. The following twenty-four hours are crucial.

Ezio doesn't sleep that night or most of the next day. He has seen a lot of things he would never forget, but your body would hunt him to his death. The elderly couple brings him bread and water, but he doesn't touch his food or water. Ezio is too focused on you to care about himself now.

When the doctor returns, he says your fever has spiked down. Your health is still critical, but your chances to live are higher.

Ezio holds into that.

He continues at your bed day and night. He hasn't taken his bloody clothes yet, and quite frankly, he is starting to smell. The old couple again suggests that he takes a shower. They have some clothes from their late son. When Ezio asks what happened to him, they simply answer that Bórgia men killed him.

Thirty-nine hours after rescuing you, Ezio falls asleep. Bianco finds him in a chair, keeping a vigil over your body.

Later that day, the doctor states you are out of danger. He doesn't know when you will wake up and if you ever will. For Ezio, that is enough. He knows you are a fighter, and you won't give up.

It is too dangerous to move you still. Ezio can't leave you. He starts helping around the Inn. He gets some thieves to run away, helps the couple get their money from a man who owes them and maintains the Inn as best as possible.

Ezio talks to you. He shares how life is going. Holds your hand. He shares that he misses you. That he loves you. 

He can see your face slowly healing, but no sign of you waking up. He has sent some pigeons informing Claudia, his mom, and the rest of the Brotherhood of your well-being. 

On the morning of the seventh day of your rescue, Ezio is helping Bianco in the garden when he hears Pia's scream. 

"Ezio, Ezio!"

Running to the house, Ezio enters the room. Pia is near the bed, giving you water and gently holding your head. You are awake.

Ezio stops by the other side of the bed, unable to speak. Pia smiles at him, leaving them. You try to talk, but no voice comes out. 

"I thought, I thought I lost you," Ezio confesses, slowly kneeling at your side. "I thought I was going insane. I thought I was getting punished again."

He kisses your bandaged hand so gently that you don't even wince in pain. You want to ask him many questions about how he found you and how you are still alive. Ezio seems to understand your concerns, rubbing your cheek.

"I will explain with time. Just rest now. Rest, amore mio. I will be here when you wake up."

You look at Ezio, really looks at him. Wondering if he can feel the love in your eyes. Ezio seems to understand because he smiles for the first time since he had you back.

"Ti amo anch'io."

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

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[froggyworlds]

some fun facts from the Confession AU! copy and pasted from discord and also it's almost one in the morning, so apologies if it's not very coherent

Dave is. actually pretty good with makeup! he doesn't wear it often (for a few reasons, one of which being that that was Cesar's thing.), but he'll help Evelin out especially if she's doing something fancy, and they totally paint their nails together. god I wish Dave was my boss-

despite fully consuming Cesar while only barely touching Mark, Dave is a lot more like the latter appearance-wise and got a lot of mannerisms from him as well. assimilating Cesar definitely wasn't pleasant and it started that feeling of guilt and humanity, but the reason he didn't consume Mark's form the way he had Cesar's was because of just how potent the kid's thoughts were, still ringing despite the light already gone from his eyes and blood pooling around his head. it was like food directly out of the oven; burns your mouth and hurts to swallow. so Dave got a lot of surface influence from Mark with just a little bit of contact and was absolutely sent reeling, but doesn't actually have like. a perfect mimicry of his appearance or really any of his memories, just mannerisms (mostly fidgeting with his necklacelanyard)

he and O'Brien are friends! they're not super close, not in the way Dave is with Thatcher, but Gabriel O'Brien is an occasional friendly face at MandelaTECH and actually helped Dave get the shop up and running in the first place !! Dave probably owes the guy more than a few favors, but O'Brien's pretty insistent he doesn't need anything. though it'd be great if Dave would come to services sometime, Dave insists he's "not a man of God". (he's also brought it up once, "You know those- things prey on religion, right? Don't you think it might not be safe to be-" "Nonsense. God will guide and protect us. There's nothing to fear in His embrace. Anything that does happen is part of His plan anyways. Why be afraid of something that cannot be stopped?" and that had been the end of that discussion.)

Dave cannot hold a gun. as in he knows, with awful clarity and understanding, how to use one, but he physically can't hold it for more than two seconds before either having to set it back down or risk dropping it from shaking so hard. Thatcher has no idea why he acts that way around firearms (probably something to do with Mark; losing a nephew, let alone like that... still, the other man's reaction seemed so extreme, you'd think he had some kind of personal bad experience.), but out of courtesy either doesn't bring his when they meet up, or keeps it out of sight and doesn't mention it

Mark and Cesar were not the first victims claimed by this alternate. they were the last (at least for quite some time), but there were other unfortunate souls lost before them. one of its first assimilations had been one of the worst yet, overdriven to the extreme; literally eyes without a face, and even a second attempt at the same form was just as flawed. it was what originally gave the idea to try to have alts consume victims in order to reduce the chance of further imperfections, with the - perhaps unlucky - alt who had started the whole thing as the first guinea pig. we all saw how that turned out.

Turkey is allowed free roam of all of MandelaTECH and has figured out how to turn the CRT TV on by pecking the big button. Dave keeps the TV in a closet after the tech and mirror ban, well out of Turkey's reach, and also has it unplugged for good measure. Turkey also usually sleeps at the foot of Dave's bed, which is actually really really cute

Dave and Six have chatted before ! only briefly, but it actually wasn't a totally hostile conversation, more like your weird cousin visiting out of the blue and you can tell he's quietly judging you for your life choices, but what's his business in what you do, anyways? it was more. awkward than anything .the hostilities are saved for interactions with a certain Someone Else.

#mythic's aus #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue au #tmc #tmc au #dave lee #thatcher davis #mark heathcliff #confession au #cesar torres #alt!cesar #tmc n #mythic's musings #I really need to post more abt what's going on in this au #cause. there is so much

[honey-dont]

Despite reading all your posts abt it I still have no idea what Bigtop Burger is skfkskdk HOWEVER I would still like to hear abt your StEx AU :]

YAY ty for enabling me <3

(it's an animated show on youtube and it's super good!! it's about Totally Normal™ rival food trucks except one of them is run by an alien clown who was banished from his home planet for getting stage fright during a production of cats the musical and the other one is run by a 1000-year-old zombie bounty hunter who is also italian. there's only about an hour's worth of content between all the current eps/songs and it has me grasped by the scruff of the neck like a misbehaving kitten)

sticking this under a cut bc my god the rambling

just focusing on zomburger rn bc they're my beloveds <3 they're a short-line freight train!

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cesare is a converted oil-burning steamer who used to be a passenger engine once upon a time before getting stuck on freight duty. he's lowkey pissed about essentially getting demoted and goes out of his way to cause problems on purpose - he's extremely petty and WILL slow down whenever he sees a passenger train so they can't pass due to freight having right of rail! has a one-sided rivalry going on with renown tourist train 'the bigtop' (they're more baffled by his antics than anything else tbh)

he got a little fucked up during the conversion process so he'll leak oil from his eyes/mouth sometimes, it's gross </3 his crew doesn't really care tho since they're freight so they're used to grime

frances: were you guys making out again

doctor, face completely covered in oil: no

he totally does NOT care about his freight so what if he makes them sleep in his stall during bad weather so he can keep an eye on them to make sure they're safe it doesn't mean ANYTHING shut up.

(he also never turns his headlight off so his eyes always glow but that's not bc of the conversion he's just a weirdo)

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doctor is a gondola! he usually carries junk/scrap metal. he'll do that social experiment thing where if you hand someone something while talking to them they'll take it without even thinking. you're having a conversation with him and suddenly you're holding a copy of the atari E.T. game

he'll save things that he thinks are neat or that the others will like! expresses affection by giving you garbage :)

is totally unfazed by the rotary dumper (it freaks everyone else out), very skilled at heckling coaches, and will eat human food (what is wrong with him)

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conrad is a hazmat tanker and he wears goggles for safety :) why is a short-line carrying hazardous material? don't worry about it. he's v big and v strong and a lil dumb but doing his best! will pick up frances and doctor and carry them around sometimes

he'll also drink his load if he thinks he can get away with it (he is not sneaky starlight bless him). man chugs hydrochloric acid like powerade. kind of scared of humans, they creep him out a bit

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frances is a transfer caboose and she's basically cesare's right hand man brake van in this scenario bc she's more than happy to be a nuisance!

cesare: FRANCES HIT THE BRAKES WE NEED TO BE AN I N C O N V E N I E N C E

frances: on it boss (saluting emoji)

she was converted from a flatcar (she still has the lil fangs) but she generally tends to get along better with coaches (loves her boys tho). she LOVES having passengers bc she thinks humans are super cute <3

she'll hack into other train's radio frequencies and eavesdrop/interrupt/pass along the hot gossip to everyone else. she'll also tune into stations and sing along to songs sometimes (cesare will tell her to cut that shit out and then 3 seconds later ask if she can get anything italian)

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last random cute thing before i am forcibly dragged off stage!! freight naturally have black nails so they all paint theirs blue to match with cesare <3

#replies #bigtop burger #stex #i think in this au cesare would just absolutely hate espresso. italian-on-italian violence

[stargirlposts]

I took inspiration from El Malo by Aventura

El Malo

CHAPTER 1

I already posted CHAPTER 2

Oscar and I had been together since we were teens. Things were difficult for us but we always seemed to make it work. One couldn’t be without the other. I honestly don’t even know how he convinced me to go on a date with him. We were so different, he was the bad guy and I was the good girl.

He failed me, he told me that he wasn’t gonna do anything bad and I trusted him and then he got locked up and was sentenced to eight years. It hurt having to see him through a glass window that separated us. I only visited him once cause I felt betrayed but I took Cesar whenever I could. I promised him that I would take care of Cesar until he got out of jail and I kept that promise.

Its been four years since he got arrested and a three years since I last visited him..

(Flashback)

It took me almost ten months after Oscar got arrested to finally come see him. My heart was pounding in my chest when our eyes met, no emotions behind those brown eyes as they brought him in and un cuffed his hands. I picked up the phone as he sat and did the same.

“Hey..’’, I said not knowing what to say after not seeing him for almost a year taking in all of his features, him doing the same.

“Hey baby, how’ve you been?’’ He asked, his eyes softening.

“I’ve been okay and you? How is it in there?” I asked him not being able to hide how concerned I was.

“Don’t worry about me, nena, Cesar told me you moved into the house, he’s not giving you any trouble is he..?”

I smiled a little at this.

“No, he’s actually been doing really good in school and helps me around the house..”

“That’s good..” he said as silence filled the air.

“Y/N..” He said my name so tenderly and put his hand against the glass. I felt my eyes getting teary as I looked at him.

“You lied to me, you told me you loved me and you lied about everything-“

“I do, I meant what I said.” He stated cutting me off

“You can’t love me from here, you never have! You never have! ” I raised my voice as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“I’m sorry, I know I failed you, I’ve made mistakes” he said as his hand slid down the glass.

“Mistakes?” I asked with a scoff, more tears running down my face.

“Si, si, errores, pero eso no tiene nada que ver con amor, it’s been a disaster but I’ve always loved you, I still love you, I always will”

“Stop, stop, I can’t” I slammed the phone and got up, I could feel his eyes on me the entire time until I walked out the door.

(End of Flashback)

My eyes watered remembering that day as I looked out the window of Dwayne’s Joint BBQ. I started seeing someone about a year ago, after I unofficially broke up with Oscar. His name is Tony and he’s the complete opposite of Oscar, I hate myself for always comparing him to Oscar. It’s almost as if he doesn’t have any flaws, he seems too perfect for me.

“Earth to Y/N!” I snapped out of the trance I was in when I saw Tony waving his hand in my face.

“Sorry, must’ve spaced out” I forced a chuckle out as I blinked rapidly to clear my eyes of any tears.

Tony smiled, “What’s going on in that head, amor?”

“Nothing, just thoughts”I stated bluntly as I looked over to see Dwayne putting the check on the table with the food that I ordered for Cesar to go.

“Thanks Dwayne” I looked up at him with a smile as Tony handed him the money.

“No, thank you tell Cesar I said hey “

“I’ll let him know, bye”

Tony and I walked out holding hands walking towards his car. When we got inside I saw three men with Santos tattoo on their neck staring my way. I tried my best to ignore them but their intense stares made me want the ground to swallow me whole and I know Tony felt intimidated.

They made it their lives mission to always try and intimidate Tony whenever they saw him.

“I’m sorry about that” I apologized as I looked over at him as he drove to Oscar’s house.

“ You don’t have to apologize, I get that they don’t like me much”

The entire ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence..at least for me until we got to Oscar’s house.

“Thanks, I really enjoyed today” I said with a small smile.

“I’m glad, I really did too” he stated as he looked like he wanted to say something else but didn’t know how to say it.

“What? Is something wrong?” I asked confused.

“C-can I kiss you?” He asked tenderly

He always asked even the first time we got intimate. He’s very vanilla and I’m so used to something else I didn’t really like it. I tried going rough one time and he didn’t like it so I stopped. I thought about cutting him off but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“Yea, of course” I told him as I forced a smile.

He got closer and closed the distance between our lips. I forced my eyes shut and moved my lips against his. He was gonna deepen the kiss but then there was a knock on the window making us jump and look to the side to see who the culprit was.. Cesar. I thanked him with my eyes and he looked at me with a knowing look.

Tony rolled the window down as I got out and greeted Cesar. He forced a tight lipped smile and waved.

“Bye, Thanks again Tony “ I waved as he reluctantly drove off into the road. I put my arm on Cesar’s shoulder as we walked inside the house.

“So, how was the visit with Oscar ?”

“Umm, good, I actually have something to tell you..”

“Oh yea, what is it, is something wrong?”

I asked as we walked into the house and I leaned on the couch, watching as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Cesar, come on, spill it”

“Um, Oscars getting out tomorrow”

I felt my heart stop and my vision become blurry.

“What?”

#oscar diaz #julio macias #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz X latina reader #oscar diaz imagine #spooky #spooky diaz #spooky diaz X reader #omb #on my block #fanfic #el malo #imagines #ao3 #fiction #fluff #romance #books

[oddballwriter]

Big Top Burger & Zomburger Relationship HC

Summary: What I think the Big Top Burger and Zomburger characters are like in a relationship

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol & bars, and the possible undead

Author’s Snip: I got into Big Top Burger again, and I want to expand out of just writing for Slenderverse. And also because some of these characters are real cute and just wanna think about how they’d be in a relationship.

Notes: I’m excluding Steve because... he’s just weird. I don’t think he could really be normal if he tried. I don’t think anyone is simping for the clown man so I think it’s fine. Also, this is the only Bigtop and Zomburger post I have so far, if you like my writing then feel free to request something, so long as you read the rules and boundaries for my blog first.  

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Penny

MILF /j

No, I’m just yanking your chain a bit

She is really cute and she’s implied to be a mother 

I think it’s actually confirmed by WorthiKids that the little girl we see in the s1 credits and s2 intro is her daughter

We don’t know if she’s a single mother but for the sake of this post I’ll just have it that she is

So as a single parent its inherent that she needs time to take care of her daughter along with work so she might not have a lot of times for dates

I feel like she’s one to enjoy simple dates like the movies or a small night out 

She’s so sweet and polite I love her so much aaa

Obviously there’s a bit of a requirement and need for you to be looking for a serious relationship and that you’ll remain since she’d most likely want someone good to stay for the sake of her daughter and her

She would be sooo happy if you took quickly to being some type of figure in her daughter’s life 

She seems like she’d give you cheek kisses regularly

Love is stored in the Penny /hj 

Billie

She’s definitely a chill hang out date kind of person 

You guys would hang out at her place and listen to some music or watch  movies that she has 

Billie is pretty monotone and tired sounding when she speaks and I feel like in a way that’s charming 

Depending on your personality, you might be the one with the energy in the relationship

She just feels so laid back and chill , Idk what else to say, she just seems so cool

She’d totally tell you about all the weird things that she’s seen while on the job at Big Top

Tim

He has such a buddy buddy vibe outside of work and that it peaks through a bit while on the job as you watch the series 

He’d take you on the typical dates but I feel like he enjoys going to bars with you every once in a while to get some beers

He also tells you about the oddity that is Steve

He seems pretty funny, he just has that vibe to him that he’s a really funny guy outside of work

He probably flirts a bit but in a light hearted easy way

But over all he just has the vibes that he’s just really cool and he’s a neat boyfriend

Frances

She seems very fun loving and buddy buddy outside of work

Cesare said that his workers are just a bunch of theatre majors and I believe that for Frances

I’m gonna say it, she has theatre kid energy

I really think she’d be fun to hangout with if not date too, similar to Tim

She seems like she enjoys the gimmick of working at a themed food truck and even enjoys them as a customer since likes bad food

Would honestly get shitty food with you just to eat it and hate it

Conrad

I love him

I love me some beefy strong dumb guys

He is an absolute idiot yes, but he looks like an absolute sweetheart too

He seems like he’d gladly go on any type of date with you

He’s totally able to pick you up, he can man a canon for crying out loud

He’s real gentle with you if he’s carrying you or picking you up since he’s really tall and super strong

If anything is ever too heavy for you, he’ll be a sweetheart and offer to hold/carry it for you

He looks like he’s lowkey real soft on the inside

Some of that tough brute exterior, soft sweetie interior

Doctor

He tries to be a gentleman

He succeeds for the most part

Also, I hc that he didn’t actually talk like that but he would be doing it for so long and would do it off the clock for fun, to the point that it just… stayed

He treats you well regardless though

He’s probably more into the romantics than the rest of them and goes out to dinner with you to a restaurant

He wants to try and make his own meals so that you guys can have your own dinner dates at home

But judging by the s2 intro, our boy can’t cook for shit

Cooking dates are probably a most simple type of date night activity though

Cesare 

You are… you are dating a dead guy possibly

Most likely

Maybe some type of entity of the underworld

I don’t know but obviously he’s an interesting person to date either way

He’s very… strange to put it in simple terms

You have never been to his place (most likely because it’s some type of underworld)

You’ve probably asked and he did a little tangent about how you’re not allowed there

He does come to your place a lot

Cemetery dates? Cemetery dates

You can bring food for yourself but the food is only for you since he “doesn’t eat”

He probably walks about with you making fun of some of the headstones

Rants about his evil schemes, his workers, and Big Top Burger all the time to you

I feel like you’re relationship is more leaning to the situationship side since you will go days without seeing him and then he’ll just show up

You think that he’s just a busy guy with his food truck business

But in all honesty that’s obviously not the case with the shit that he can do and is up to

Well at least you have a strange and off-putting, possibly a real undead, goth boyfriend

#big top burger #zomburger #btb doctor #btb cesare #btb frances #btb conrad #btb Billie #btb penny #btb tim

[voraciousvore]

Bucky's (30/44)

***Contains soft, safe, willing vore***

Chapter 30: Back to Bucky's

Bianca wondered, in the back of her mind, if she was making a bad decision by returning to Bucky’s, but at this point she didn’t care. She was over it. The one thing she had learned from her “Maneaters Anonymous” session was that her relationship with Gio wasn’t going to last if she had to hold herself back and keep secrets. She was fed up with ignoring her insatiable hunger. She wanted to indulge, since she had the means to do so. And why not? She wasn’t hurting anything. Those humans were at the restaurant to be eaten. That was their purpose there. 

Even as she ruminated over her thoughts, though, a seed of doubt sprouted in her mind. Her ex claimed he was there against his will. Bianca wasn’t really sure if she believed him, or if he was lying because he sensed she was angry. She debated with herself whether she wanted to select him as her entrée again, or opt for another human male. She thought to herself she’d prefer to try someone new, someone fresh and delicious. Her mouth watered at the tantalizing possibilities. 

The restaurant with its blaring neon red sign appeared on the horizon. Bianca stepped inside with confidence. She demanded a seat at the bar before the seating hostess got the chance to prompt her. She sat down, ordered a beer, and checked out the menu, trying to decide what to get. She ultimately decided on some chicken wings and fries—with a human entrée on top, of course. She placed her order, specifying she wanted a human male. She chugged her beer as she waited in good spirits. She wasn’t as anxious or conflicted as the last time she patronized the establishment. In fact, she felt almost carefree. 

The waitress who wrote down her order came over with an apologetic grimace. “Excuse me, miss,” she addressed Bianca, “I’m sorry to say I just checked our stock of humans, and we’re all out of men right now.” 

“What? Are you serious?” Bianca balked.  

“We have plenty of fine ladies available for ingestion-” 

“No! Not good enough!” she snapped. “I’m outta here-” She started to get out of her seat before the waitress stopped her. 

“Just—hold on a second. Let me talk to the owner. Maybe he can fix this…” The waitress rushed off. Bianca sat back down in a huff, tapping her nails on the table impatiently, until Bucky showed up, wringing his hands. 

“We do have one human male in stock,” he admitted. Bianca lit up. “But, the catch is, he does not taste good. Do you still want to order him? I can give you a discount.” 

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll take him,” Bianca declared. Bucky grinned and left to fetch the human. He lumbered into the back room and pulled open the ceiling. 

“Cesar!” he bellowed. “It’s finally your turn to be eaten, you lucky dog!” 

Cesar had been lounging out on one of the gray couches, staring at the walls and slowly slipping into madness, when Bucky’s yell snapped him back into reality. He looked up in surprise as Bucky’s massive sausage fingers coiled around him and he was lifted out in a pudgy fist. 

“Wait, for real?” Cesar gasped, hardly containing his excitement. “You’re not pulling my leg?” Bucky didn’t deign to respond, but carried him into the kitchen and handed him off to Chef Gore. Cesar let out a small squeal of joy. He was beyond ecstatic. Finally, he was able to escape his life of drudgery and boredom for some good fun. 

“Change into this,” Chef Gore grunted, throwing Cesar a rubbery pair of acid-proof shorts. Since Cesar usually didn’t get served as food, he was wearing normal clothes that wouldn’t survive digestion. Cesar, still standing in the chef’s palm, stripped naked with alacrity and pulled on the shorts. 

“Hey there, babygirl,” he flirted with the husky redheaded chef, rubbing his nipples on his bare chest with a wink. “Like what you see? If you ever get a hankering for a tasty hunk of man flesh, I’m right here.” The chef glared at him and rolled his eyes before plopping him onto a mountain of chicken wings with a shake of his head. He drizzled a hearty amount of sauce on the diminutive man, to conceal his distasteful natural flavor, and gave him a pill before sending him out to be eaten on a platter. 

Cesar couldn’t wait to see who had ordered him as an entrée. He hoped it was somebody hot. His whole body prickled with anticipation, and perhaps the spiciness of the wing sauce. The waitress, balancing the plate in one hand, ferried him into the bar section. Cesar spied Bianca and his jaw dropped with amazement. He had hoped for the best, but this Giantess was a fucking goddess. She was divinely gorgeous, from her long, glossy black hair to her smoldering hazel eyes behind glasses that gave her an intellectual air. Her facial structure was perfectly sculpted, matching her ideal feminine form, with gigantic breasts, a slender waist, and supple curves in all the right places. If Cesar was excited before, now he was completely enraptured. The waitress set him down in front of the beautiful Giantess and he gaped up at her with stars in his eyes. 

“God damn, what a fine woman!” Cesar praised out loud. He was too awestruck to care about social mores. “Oh, please, baby, eat me up!” He struck a dramatic, seductive pose on his perch of chicken wings, bit his lip, and winked at Bianca flirtatiously. He couldn’t stop himself from stroking the outside of his bulging crotch with one hand. 

Bianca started and blushed, not expecting this reaction from her dinner. She had never met a human who wasn’t initially afraid of her and actually wanted to be eaten. “Are… are you serious?” she stammered, scarcely believing her good fortune. She regarded the man on her plate, with his brown skin, wavy dark hair, emerald eyes, and brilliant smile. Bucky claimed he didn’t taste good, but he certainly looked appetizing. 

“Oh, babe, I couldn’t be more serious! I’m all yours!” Cesar sang. “Let me see those pearly whites.” Bianca gave him an uncertain smile, and he swooned with delight. “Ah! Such perfect teeth, to match a perfect smile!”  

Bianca giggled and flushed again. She enjoyed Cesar’s zest, so unlike the other humans she had met. She plucked him up off the chicken wings and drew him in towards her mouth. He traced the sensual curve of her luscious lip, plump and soft like a body pillow, with his hand. Bianca quivered under his touch, her lips parting with hungry anticipation. To her surprise, Cesar vaulted over her lower lip and climbed up into her mouth. Bianca slurped his legs all the way inside and sampled his flavor. Underneath the sauce, her tongue detected a sort of canned, meaty taste, not exactly good but not terrible either. Bianca didn’t care about that, though. She could feel his small body shaking slightly in the curve of her tongue, but with exhilaration instead of fear. His excitement was infectious. Her mouth watered, drenching him with drool. 

Cesar never thought the day would come, when he could indulge in his wildest fantasy. And it was better than he had ever imagined. He was surrounded by wet, fleshy warmth, in the intimate embrace of the massive tongue beneath him. He lamented that he didn’t taste better, but at least the Giantess hadn’t spat him out in disgust. She seemed to be enjoying herself regardless, judging by the low hum of satisfaction that emanated from her throat and vibrated through his body. She rolled him around on her tongue, cleaning every drop of sauce off his body. Cesar went limp as he allowed himself to be eaten, indulging in the sensual experience. He admired all the details of the inside of her mouth, that were so familiar and yet so foreign when blown up on such a vast scale: the cage of gargantuan white teeth around him, the elegant pink arch of the roof of her mouth, the gullet swooping down into the dark abyss of the throat, the moist red tonsils and uvula. Cesar was nudged back by the tongue, his legs sliding down the curve into the fleshy chute below. He prepared himself as the powerful throat muscles gripped his legs and dragged him down. He plunged down her throat, squeezed tightly on all sides as her colossal body throbbed around him. 

Cesar was momentarily filled with an instinctive panic at the crushing force confining him as he slid down into the depths. However, he swiftly regained his wits and basked in the thrill of the new sensations. His feet suddenly entered an open space, wriggling freely, and the rest of his body passed through a ring of muscle and dropped into the hollow cavity below. His journey was complete; he was inside the stomach. He marveled at the fact that he was inside a much larger person, far closer and more intimate than he had ever been before, in tune with the rhythm and movements of her body. He waded through the acid, exploring the Giantess’s inner world. He groped his hands along the slimy, pulsing walls, fascinated and enthralled, and settled himself in. 

Bianca could feel his every movement and caress from within. She squirmed in her chair with delight, forgetting entirely about the rest of her meal as she savored the feeling she’d been longing for. She had eaten a man whole before, obviously, but this time was different. She experienced a unique connection or union that was unprecedented for her. His comforting presence in her gut, full and alive, made her feel less unwanted. Finally, she had found someone who was willing to fulfill her voracious impulses. 

Bianca relaxed in bliss until it was time to let Cesar out. The waitress stopped by to give her the rope and bowl. As Bianca swallowed one end of the rope to pull the man out of her stomach, Bucky regarded her pensively. He had an idea. Cesar had been mostly useless to him up to this point, since the human lacked the sufficient quality required to be a restaurant-grade food ingredient. He saw an opportunity to offload the defective ingredient and perhaps make some money in the process. He casually sauntered over after Bianca had dropped the human into the bowl. The two were gazing upon each other with a sort of tender awe over the special time they had shared. 

Cesar went rigid upon Bucky’s arrival. Bucky circled his huge hand around the bowl, signaling his ownership of the tiny being within. Cesar shifted with discomfort away from his hand, clearly unsettled. He was fully aware of the barbarity that Bucky was capable of.  

“I have a proposition for you,” Bucky said smoothly to the Giantess with the shadow of a smirk on his lips. Bianca listened. “I’m willing to offer you a discount to purchase this human, since he is not very useful to me. Normally, the price for fatal ingestion is astronomical, as you know, but I’ll sell him to you for... let’s say... 8,000 Big Bucks?” Cesar perked up with astonishment at this suggestion that he might have a chance to go free and escape his lamentable fate. 

However, Bianca balked at the quoted price. “I can’t afford that,” she confessed. She glanced down with regret at Cesar, who looked back at her, with those bright emerald orbs, with desperate longing. Her chest twisted into knots. She realized her ex had been telling the truth: The humans really were prisoners at the restaurant, treated like food instead of people. 

Bucky suspected Bianca was not rich enough, so he anticipated he would have to lower his price. “4,000 Big Bucks.” 

Bianca shook her head. “1,000 BB,” she counteroffered.  

Bucky scoffed. “Absolutely not.” He scooped up the bowl in his meaty paw and started to walk away. 

“Wait!” Bianca cried. “How about... 2,000?” She winced. 

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “3,000.” 

“2,500.” 

“2,700 and I’ll throw in some human pills as a bonus.” 

Bianca gritted her teeth. She looked down at Cesar again. “Alright. 2,700 Big Bucks.”  

Bucky grinned, pleased to be making a quick buck. He briskly waddled to the back to wash off the human while Bianca reluctantly shelled out the huge sum of cash. Cesar was in shock. He couldn’t believe his fortune had changed so abruptly. He was going to be free of this hideous place, once and for all. Bucky carried him back out to the dining area, still dripping in his thick calloused hand. Cesar suddenly found himself in slimmer, more elegant hands, pleasant and soft. He looked up into the hazel eyes, shining with fondness, of the attractive Giantess. 

She carried him outside, and Cesar’s vision blurred with tears as he beheld the sun and sky for the first time in who knew how long. The sun was setting, sinking down towards the horizon and painting the sanguine sky with glowing streaks of gold, orange, and purple. The scene was striking, possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, excluding the Giantess who had freed him. Her towering form glowed with light and shadow from the sunset. 

“You don’t have to stay with me, if you don’t want to,” Bianca uttered solemnly. “I’ll be happy to take you wherever you need to go.” 

“Girl, don’t you worry about that!” Cesar laughed. “My life was a total train wreck before I got sent to Bucky’s. I don’t want to go back.” He turned around in her palm to focus on her face. “I’m more than happy to go to your house and be your little man-slave! You can do whatever nasty little things you want to me!” He winked and licked his full lips. 

Bianca laughed. She loved his sense of humor and adventure. She walked off into the resplendent sunset, towards the dazzling light, casting long shadows behind her. 

Chapter 31

Chapter 1

#giantess #giantess vore #gts #v.ore #vo.re #vor.e #v/ore #v0re #v0r3 #soft vore #safe vore #willing prey #endosoma #vore writing #vore story #nonfatal vore #extreme cuddling

[chickenpoxfordinner]

Evidence Steve from Big Top Burger is a good frycook

[essential content: okay i have three pieces of evidence that [Steve’s, from Worthikids original series Bigtop Burger] food is good 1) the guy who asked for a burger in episode 1 that got a steve burger (from under his hat no less) is eating a burger in the last episode, he has either come back for seconds OR he has saved it/savored it until then because its that good (i am inclined to say the latter because he specifically references how they had met in the morning, implying he hasnt seen them again until then [despite eating ten feet from the truck but shut up]) 2) this shot transition gag has Mike Myers as Austin Powers (or actual Austin Powers if theyre in the Austin Powers Universe???) patronizing their restaurant so it clearly has a celebrity following 3) Zomburgers' rivalry with BTB is based around Cesare saying hes cracked the code by selling bad food which implies Steves food is at least okay

#bigtop burger #bigtop #big top burger #btb #btb steve #btb universe #worthikids #austin powers #keyword filling so this gets out to the masses

[ghostliest-ghosty-ghost-bastard]

Is there any fun bits you wanna share about your tmc fic !? Like any fun hcs for the characters...this fic has my brain in a chokehold dude my goodness /VPOS

Hi! Thank you so much ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ I'm so flattered you enjoy it and I swear despite it being slow I am working on it lol

As for fun little tid bits, I can definitely do that! Prepare for a shit ton XD

Mark - Mark was raised by a military father and a religious mother, Mark's grandparents, (passed before he was born), where the same way,the roles swapped. His great grandparents, though, were travel agents and exclusively wore Hawaiian shirts. His family does their best to hide this. Had a Batman phase that isn't a phase really. Listens to Grandson and Ethel Cain.

Cesar- Cesar is a novice at baking due to his Mama needing his help in the cafe. On the other hand, he has set fire making toast more times than he can count. Really loves Hozier and CryWank

Adam- Hamburger fiend. Gets nothing on it, whatsoever, and eats leftovers preferably over fresh food. Says that it's better that way. Teases Jonah constantly for liking ancient bands, is a Nirvana die hard, though. Also loved Modest Mouse

Jonah - He is a Mitski girly, and had the flames of a childhood obsession with an ancient franchise that's evolved insanely since it's inception, that Dave had memorabilia of (Pokemon)

Space Comic Con is a yearly event for the four of them,usually chaperoned by Dave. They take turns deciding the costumes, (usually bullying Adam and Mark into it). Below is a list (not in order)

• The different Robins from Batman, (Dave went as Superman, bad eventually had them on child leashes. Got many comments about how nice it was to see a dad have an outing with his step kids)

• Pokemon Trainers, themselves as them, Dave was Oak

• Angels

• Ghibli characters (Dave was that fucking King Parakeet)

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[sevenyears-brokenmirrors]

The tap of the worn rubber heels of Mark's decorated crutches ring through the quiet house. It was too late for the kids to be up, and too late for Dave and Thatcher to be up and about. Sarah had clocked out early, but that left Cesar and Mark on lock duty.

It was simple—Cesar, with two unoccupied arms, locked every window in the house, on every story. Mark got the front, back, and sliding doors. From there he locked the mudroom and usually the hall doors. They could never be too sure.

Just as they were coming to a slow finish, though, Mark having deadbolted and handle-locked the back door, along with Cesar checking the windows adjacent, the half-blind man makes a small little sigh. Now it's a good a time as any to bring up what they've noticed—Cesar is hiding something. And back when they got back in touch, when Mark was with his only family left... they both promised not to hide anything ever again. It'd be safer.

But Mark knows something is up. The way Cesar jumps, the way he's always glancing around, they way they've seemed to be more diligent about things like everyone getting a set amount of food, nobody sharing rooms unless needed, and so on. Mark could tell it was something.

So he tales a breath. They close his eyes and lean against one crutch heavily as they look back down to Cesar. "Hey... Hey, Ce, I... I know something is up. Can we talk? Please? I just– It'd make me a lot less worried..."

Even now, the signs are painted all over his face. While he had never had it as bad as most, their hands seen to tremble, even with no active threat to be seen. They fumble the final lock, something he'd been doing often recently, and give a small sigh of relief when the latch finally slides into place.

They hear the question, but don't process it. If he listened hard enough, they could hear his own heartbeat. He takes a quick moment to steady themself— in for 4, hold for 5, out for 7, repeat— before realizing that they had been asked something. Their brain fills in the gaps on the things he may have missed over the feeling of falling that occasionally haunted him. He does a quick shake to finally get rid of their jitters, and say,

"Oh!! Yes, I'm doing alright. Thank you for asking, Mark. Hey, did you, by chance, check to make sure all of the kids're in bed?" Recently, they seem to care for the kids much more than they did initially. Always making sure they were sound asleep, always wanting to keep tabs on where they all were, asking Sarah how much time fae was spending with them.... But all of that was masking the truth. He cares for the other two, yes, but it's really all about Adam. Where was she? How long has it been doing something that they've just aslways done? It's obvious that they wanted to seek out more than that, but they don't want to seem suspicious.

Guess that didn't work out all too well.

[innytoes]

Willie wins The Hunger Games when he is eleven. He wishes he could say it was bad luck, that his single name was pulled out of the jar in his first year. He wishes he didn’t know that the head of his group home had put all the children’s names in at least ten times. He tries to look surprised when they call his name, instead of resigned. He’s pretty sure it worked. People love a young, innocent-looking tribute, and Cesar Flickerman seemed touched when they played the footage back.

He wishes he could say he wins by keeping out of sight and outsmarting the others. He tries not to think of that time too much, or the Victory Tour afterwards. The Victor’s Village is lonely, even though there are people in the other houses. They’re all much older than him, and nobody wants to hang out with a traumatised eleven year old. Sometimes Old Lady Mags gives him a sweet and pinches his cheek, though. She doesn’t talk, but she teaches him how to braid, then later how to weave.

He spends a lot of time in his big empty house, building a ramp out of the grand staircase, perfecting his jumps over expensive, ornate furniture. The sound of skateboard wheels on marble becomes comforting.

After he wins, Dante and Fuego wash their hands of him, saying they did their duty and got him through alive. When they go to the Games next year, they tell Willie to stay out of the way while they focus on the two new tributes. He tries to help in his own way, though, offering hugs (the 16-year-old girl takes him up on it, the 14-year-old boy does not) and whispering which food is really gross and which is good. He does his best to charm people of the Capitol into becoming patrons for his Tributes, bragging about how smart their Tributes are, letting his cheek be pinched by older ladies.

He just wishes Dante or Fuego would have warned him about what was waiting for him at the Capitol. He thought that the worst was going to be over. That yes, he’d have to go through the trauma of watching his friends die every year even though he did his best to help them, but that would be it.

He wasn’t prepared for the auction.

He wasn’t prepared for President Covington.

He gets through the next years, mostly by blocking off his emotions as soon as the Reaping starts, and skating, skating, skating the rest of the year. He tries not to think about the fact that by the time he’s fourteen, he doesn’t even cry when their first Tribute dies. He doesn’t cry even when they get back home. Fuego won’t look him in the eye anymore. Dante is the one who sets his broken arm when he tries a jump that he knew was ill-advised, but chasing the thrill and chasing out the demons in his head took precedence over safety.

Then, when he’s fifteen, Alex happens. Or well, when he’s fourteen, Alex from district Eight wins. Willie liked Alex. He’d teamed up with their female Tribute and didn’t betray her, even when he had plenty of opportunities to do so. Hell, he even tried to save her from the Careers.

He decides to warn Alex, like he wished someone had warned him. And when Alex comes to him the next day, shaking and shivering, he does his best to help him through. He cleans him up, holds him close, rocking him until he eventually cries himself out and falls asleep.

Dante and Fuego don’t approve, but he stopped caring about what Dante and Fuego thought a lot time ago.

Willie isn’t sure if it’s better or worse, having Alex by his side. He can’t shut his emotions off anymore, not the whole time, but it’s worth it to be able to laugh with Alex when they’re able to get a moment alone. It’s worth it to feel safe in his arms, even if it’s just for a night. They write letters throughout the year that they never get to send, instead sneaking them to each other at the Games. The first year, Willie reads them all in one go. The next year, he learns to ration them for the hard days.

They make friends with Luke, a brash yet sensitive boy from District Seven, who knows how to wield an axe like nobody’s business.

And then Reggie and Julie happen. Reggie, from District Seven, who volunteered when his little brother was called. Julie from Twelve, who also volunteered when her little brother was called.

Reggie, who was Luke’s boyfriend, who President Covington had already used to pressure him. Luke was furious, heartbroken, and if maybe Alex and Willie took turns keeping an eye on him to make sure he was doing his job to advocate properly for his lover, well, the people from their own District didn’t need to know about that.

The two volunteers, star-crossed lovers, a perfect storybook fairy tale. Luke did his best to encourage it, sending gifts when he could at key moments. Julie was smart, even when Reggie was sick, she picked up Luke’s messages well enough.

The day Luke realised that Reggie had fallen for Julie, actually fallen in love with her, they got him very, very drunk.

And then, the berries, the emergency announcement... the chaos. They both win, because Julie is a bright burning star, a genius, a supernova of rebellion that turns the entire world on its head. Willie and Alex worry about Luke, about what the Victory Tour will be like. If this will break their friend when everything else didn’t.

Willie realises, staring at the screen when the Quarter Quell is announced, that whatever transpired between Luke, Reggie, and Julie during the Victory Tour, it probably wasn’t what President Covington wanted. Because they’re all being sent back into the Games as punishment.

He pushes down the panic, the need to run away, the need to fling himself into the ocean, to skate his board off the roof in one last glorious jump.

Because he knows...

He knows Alex is the only male Victor his District has.

So he goes to Dante and Fuego, on shaking legs, and tells them. No need for a reaping. He’ll volunteer.

He wants to die with Alex.

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[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Gabriel took a step back as the alternate laughed maliciously, creeping ever closer.

He’d got in through one of the windows, giggling up a storm before surprising the lieutenant who’d just been working on some papers. They didn’t have any ranged weapon nearby, and they were beginning to be backed into a corner.

Davis, Greer and Torres were all out at the moment, either shopping or gaining case evidence for them, but now they wished one of them had stayed.

Gabriel didn’t know what to do, they knew how strong and agile this monster could be, and they’d much rather be alive by the end of the day, but they had no idea how to make him back off without a gun.

That is, until they bumped into a door. The basement door.

Gazing at the clock, the lieutenant had to suppress a smile. 6:07 PM. Past dinner time.

They opened the door to the basement, hiding behind it as they heard running footsteps up the stairs, paired with a snarling and hunger fueled growl.

-

Hungry. So hungry. 

He needs food. The food people haven’t come but he needs food he needs it he can’t not have food. He’s hungry. He wants his food.

There were noises up above. Garbling and stepping. Prey. Or the food people. They were food too, though. Nice food who gave more food if he didn’t eat them. He’s hungry.

The entrance to his nest was opened, but it was not the food people.

It was a threat. It was competition for food.

He remembered the long and broken thing. It said things he couldn’t understand, tried to attack. He’d made it leave plenty of times, bitten off its limbs before it could run.

Now it was going into its nest. It was in the den of the food people.

That was not acceptable.

He was hungry.

Using his legs, he sprang up the weird slope, chasing the thing as it ran. He wouldn’t let it get away this time.

Tackling it to the ground, he opened his mouth and bit into its neck, ripping and tearing at it until blood and flesh were missing, him growling when it loudly screamed in pain. That was supposed to have made it shut up.

It tried to move its limbs, and he put a stop to his prey trying to run, crunching on the bone of its arm with his teeth. It continued to try and struggle, but he did not stop.

He continued his meal, snarling in between bites when it twitched or jerked. Eventually, it went still, though he knew it was not gone. It didn’t matter to him. It was a meal.

He was getting less hungry.

-

Seth stared at the sight in front of him, Thatcher and Cesar hot on his heels.

Gabriel was sat at the table, doing some paperwork, but that was not what he was staring at. 

Jonah was out of the basement, blood and gore covering his front as he ripped into the arm of the alternate of Adam he was holding down. It was limp, face half torn away but still with its resting smile despite the chunks missing from its limbs, neck and torso.

Looking at the lieutenant for answers, they said a simple sentence. 

 “He interrupted Dinner.”

[don't interrupt dinner. bad idea all around fr fr]

Adam gets fucking dunked on-

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Also remember that guy that was asking for legal advice on Reddit and he was like his girlfriend got pregnant but she didn’t wanna keep it but he begged her to keep it and she was like OK but I don’t want anything to do with it and he agreed to it but he thought okay well if I can keep doing this maybe she’ll want it but then she was like no fuck it and she peaced the fuck out of there and she signed over all the rights to him so there’s like nothing he can do to make her stay but she pays a shit ton more in child-support then she even has to and she got a tummy tuck and started working at a gym and living her best life and he’s all like oh my God I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me trap you with a baby I didn’t realize parenting was going to be that hard and everyone was like well you should have let her get an abortion she told you she didn’t wanna be a parent and in this essay I wanna laugh

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#4

Bedroom Eyes

Summary: maybe working on New Year’s Eve wasn’t always a bad thing

Pairings: Chris Evans x interviewer!Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, fake dating, smut, daddy kink, rough sex, over stimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

(A/N: this is for my chick flick challenge!!! Yay finally putting something out ☺️☺️ not edited 👍🏾 like, follow, reblog with a comment and thanks for reading 💜 ✌🏾)

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Six months ago you and your boyfriend decided to ‘go on a break.’ Whatever that was supposed to mean. It’s just things hadn’t been clicking and you thought maybe some time apart would bring you back together.

So you moved out of your shared apartment and in with your best friend who promised to make you get butt naked ass wild. Whatever that meant. It all sounded like fun and games and it technically was but you’d kissed one fucking guy and David lost is goddamn mind.

And then the truth came out.

For all the yelling and the bitching about you, it wasn’t you. David had made the decisions for you without you even knowing. It was over. That was that. His new girl was moving in. Taking up your spot in the bed. She got to be the one to steal from his plate. It was her hand he was holding.

And you’d just gotten the honors of seeing it up close and personal for the very first time.

By now you’d kind of adapted to being single. Started getting used to waking up alone. It was kind of nice because you got to spread out. There were definitely pros and cons to the whole situation.

Didn’t have to worry about feeding him anymore. That was nice. Only had to worry about you. Even if you kind of liked cooking for him. But he was so picky it got so annoying.

God you missed the consistent sex. Probably most of all. That rose clit stimulator was fun but you were dying for even a little bit of penetration.

You’d been together for so long you’d forgotten what it was like to just be. Alone. Just you. Like what did you really like. Did you even like The Walking Dead or was it just because he liked The Walking Dead. What kind of food did you even like. Music? Did you even like music. Or art. There was just so much to rediscover.

And you’d been on your way. Even got a sweet new gig . Hell you were doing great. So why the hell did it still feel like you’d gotten punched in the stomach when you saw them together.

“H-hey,” you stuttered out. You couldn’t help it as you picked her apart. From her hair to her clothes. At some point you just got petty in your head and god you didn’t want to be one of those girls.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you all smiley and shit. Like we get it. God you sounded like such a hater. But who could blame you. You were pretty fucking salty. “Wha- what’re you doing here?” He asked all enthusiastic this smile spreading across his face.

She put her hand on his bicep and all you could think was, ‘girl, calm down. Nobody want him.’ Like a liar.

“Just hanging out,” you replied. “You must be Melissa.”

She nodded. “Uh huh. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh wow wish I could say the same for you,” you said through your forced smile. You didn’t mean to sound so bitchy it was just you were fucking hurt. He’d moved on so quickly. Like had dropped an entire bomb on you that he’d met someone.

Honestly you’d only been here because you’d gotten invited last minute which made it even more fun that you’d run into them. And by fun you mean you wanted to pull out your eyelashes.

At least, Your sweet new gig came with some perks you admit. Had gotten to take home some pretty cool freebies. Like the new iPhone you’d gotten in a gift basket. Or all the meals on company dime. Yeah interviewing celebrities definitely came with it’s perks. Even when it meant working on New Year’s Eve, which ended up being worth it.

Well okay it would come with more perks but this had been your first big story. The actor you were interviewing was only free today since he was flying out soon and no one else had wanted to work on the holiday but it was kind of paying off for you.

You met up at this cafe which you were supposed to use to pay with the card your manager had given you except that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’d been way sweeter than you’d expected and you don’t know how the two of you ended up sharing your life stories but you had.

Questions had been abandoned for conversation instead. Didn’t even look at your notepad at some point. Besides you were pretty sure all of this would stick in your mind. And that’s why he invited you to come out tonight. Neither of you wanted to stop talking.

It wasn’t like a date or anything. Just the two of you had been having fun. He was easy to talk to. First covering your childhoods because for some reason while you were supposed to be asking questions he kept going ‘hmmm what about you?’ like he wanted to hear all about it.

And he was really, really hot so it made you wanna talk longer.

Since the break had officially turned into a breakup your best friend had been trying to press you about getting yourself out there. Had tried tinder which was like a wasteland if you were being honest. And you ended up being uninterested in all the guys your friends tried to play matchmaker with.

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#2

Dangerous Woman

Summary: you’ve been a thorn in Lloyd’s side for too long. Turned out you were wearing him down.

Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dub/non con towards the end, creampie, rough sex, name calling, if there’s any tags I missed please tell me lol

(A/N: there’s no way I’m alone in my new obsession with Lloyd Hensen so I wrote this fic hoping others would see my vision. Unedited. Like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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It was an understatement to say that Lloyd saw you as a thorn in his side.

The way you seemed to pop up wherever he may be. Trying to get your hands on the same shit as him. Who the hell did you even think you were, trying to step to him. Must have been out of your goddamn mind.

You’d fancied yourself as a “good guy.” He took it more so to mean you were just boring. Couldn’t keep up in a world like his so you had to become a whatever the fuck you were trying to do to feel like you were doing something special.

But what were you really doing aside from annoying the fuck out of him? Not much. Well except…

It wasn’t often that a man like Lloyd found someone that could keep up with him in the slightest. He liked being one step ahead in any given situation. Was a man with a plan even if those plans didn’t account for any casualties. He didn’t give a shit if people died as long as he was still living the world was blessed with his presence and that was all anyone needed.

So when you started popping up like a gnat to the finest fruit, he knew he had to squash you somehow. Not like he was against playing dirty to get to where he needed to be. Just because you wanted to be a goody two shoes doesn’t mean he cared. If anything it only made him want to get you to cut this shit out sooner.

Such a shame though. In another life he could have marveled at your beauty. Found you cute enough that he’d even be willing to make an honest woman out of you if you didn’t annoy him so fucking much. Maybe that’s what made it worse. Crushing on the enemy? What the fuck was this? Middle school?

But first he needed to find out who the hell you were working for. So far the CIA had been ruled out. You didn’t appear to be a cop. Unaffiliated with that other shmuck and his team. That was the strange part.

Yet you managed to keep up somehow. Funny how that worked.

First it started out with you intercepting a “package” he was supposed to pick up. Then you somehow ended up getting your hands on a very expensive painting that he was pretty sure was meant to be hung up in his humble abode of a mansion in Croatia. And he was pretty sure you were responsible for that building blowing up when he had his eyes on a target.

The paranoia had started eating at him. Making him feel like he always had to watch over his back. Grown men hadn’t bothered him as much as you had. Each encounter seeming to be a bigger version of the one before and that’s why he was making it his mission to destroy you.

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“I would have had her if you stupid fucks would stay the fuck out of my way!” He yelled as he stomped up their stairs. Not wanting everyone to know how things had really went down.

This was supposed to be easy as hell. Should have been an in and out if anything. Just take you out and boom he could finally move on from this game of cat and mouse.

He had you! The two of you finally getting into it one on one when he found you alone on top of the building. Was just about to pin you down when the team came up. Making you do a quick disappearing act.

Before anyone could respond because it’s not like he gave any fucks about what excuses they came up with, he stomped up the stairs. One more move away from throwing a full blown tantrum. This shit should not be this fucking hard.

Lloyd huffed as he retreated to his bedroom. For once didn’t even want to say anything anymore. Probably because this was total and complete bullshit.

For once he wasn’t getting his way and he really didn’t fucking like it. It wasn’t like they didn’t know who the fuck you were. It was like you weren’t even trying to hide it. Of course he had the technology to crack your nothing ass passwords. It was the same for everything.

Sure there were things they had nothing on like your family and where you came from, but they knew your name. Your fucking phone number. What you looked like.

Almost like you wanted him to find all that shit. God it- it pissed him the fuck off. How he couldn’t stop staring at those photos of you. Like he was waiting for you to pop out from the shadows. Then he could finally show you just how fucking much you annoyed him.

His chest tightened as he inhaled deeply. Feeling a fire in the pit of his stomach. He can’t remember the last time something had gotten him this worked up.

How he found even more ready to finally get rid of you was that each time he looked, he found himself going over every feature. From those eyes to that curl in your lips to the cleavage you were definitely not trying to hide.

It wasn’t like Lloyd couldn’t get any woman he wanted. Of course he could. For all the things they say about him all of them wanted to know what it was like to get a piece of him. They’d be willing to put up with it for a millisecond.

Hell he hadn’t even been able to hit up his usual roaster of broads as he’d been too pre-occupied by you. Fucking, ugh!

He doesn’t know what it was. Call it a crush as disgusting as that sounds, but he found himself fucking obsessed with the idea of getting his hands on you and at this point you’d toyed with him so much he wasn’t even sure how he meant it anymore.

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Day 1, 2, 3 (Helpless, Solitary Confinement, Bite Down on This)

CW: Captivity, Torture, Graphic descriptions of gore, Referenced drugging, Force Feeding, Choking, Body horror, References to suicide

Julius didn't feel anything when he was brought into the Department of Temporal Phenomena. He didn't feel anything when he was brought into a white room and left in there. He didn't feel anything when the scientists strapped him down to a table. He didn't feel anything when they started doing experiments on him.

What they did to him... It was like they wouldn't even consider doing it if he was human. But, since he was an alternate, a creature that would never hesitate to break their minds, they went forward with it with no mercy. Sharp weapons were stabbed into him, he was shot multiple times - He was even drowned and then burned. He went through all of them and he wasn't dead. That proved the DTP workers right. Alternates are invincible to any forms of violence. Julius wanted to call out to someone, anyone, to come and help him.

But the people who could help him were the ones who turned him in in the first place so why would they help him now?

He sat in the silent, white room, staring blankly at the wall. He could feel the blood still sticking on his skin. What will they do to him next? Thoughts of various torture methods ran through his head. Will they skin him alive? Explore his organs with various surgical instruments without any anesthesia? Cut off his limbs one by one to see if they'll grow back?

Since he can't die from those, they are possibilities. He looked at his arm, still scarred from the scalpel. He thought back to the moment where he was taken away in a police car. His "friends" looking at him with an air of disgust. Micah looking at him with regret...

Micah...

He couldn't bring himself to hate him. He didn't ask for any of this. He probably was yelling at them to reconsider their decision. Julius didn't deserve anyone's forgiveness. He was the one who murdered an innocent girl and her parents. It made sense why Cesar was mad at him. But at the same time, Micah owed his life to him. He got him out of his family situation. He saved one life but he took one away. His crime spoke louder than his heroism.

He didn't expect anyone to forgive him, but he thought maybe... Maybe he could-

There was a beep and the door opened.

An older man stepped into the room and grabbed Julius by the arm. "C'mon, it's dinner time." Julius cringed, knowing what he meant.

He jerked him out of the room and into the hallway, the bright lights blinding the Cesar look alike. Taking one look at the name tag on his lab coat showed the name "O'Connor." He brought him to a room that had a single chair in the middle. O'Connor threw Julius onto it and strapped down his arms and legs.

He glared at him as he walked out of the room. What kinda slop is he gonna feed him next?

He came back a few minutes later to a rather appetizing meal. It was mashed potatoes, peas and carrots. It brought back pleasant memories of him eating with his companions.

How ironic.

O'Connor brought the fork to his face. "C'mon, eat up."

He turned away. He knew better than to accept food from the Department. The last time he accepted food from them, his body had a bad reaction. It turned out that it was laced with drugs. He was more vigilant around their meals after that.

O'Connor grabbed his face. "Listen, I didn't waste all my time making this only for you to act like a child. You haven't eaten in a week. You need to eat!"

"Why?" Julius spat. "How do I know you guys won't drug me again? Besides, I can still survive being starved." Although what he said was true, he left out the part where he would be very weak. It was a risk he was willing to take.

"You need food to survive this, boy. Now, bite down on this." Once again, he brought the fork close to him. Julius leaned back as far as he could, making sure it didn't touch him. Laced or not, he would not eat this.

He expected him to give up and leave him alone with the untouched plate of food like he always did, but he did something that caught him off guard. O'Connor grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. He didn't have time to shout before the food was shoved in his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but the scientist shoved more into his mouth, deep into his throat. He tried to cough it out, but O'Connor covered Julius' mouth. "That's right. There you go. It's good, right? I worked really hard on it."

Julius involuntarily took a breath and the potato and carrot combo wedged itself deeply into his throat. He gagged, trying to cough out the blockage, but it remained firmly stuck. His body began to jerk, trying to fight back against the restraints. O'Connor stepped back and watched the alternate choke on his own dinner.

His eyes rolled back as saliva dripped from his chin. His chest contracted uselessly, trying to get in some air. It was clear to him that he needed help, but he knew he wouldn't die from that. In a few hours, he would wake up from being choked good as new.

"O'Connor, what the fuck are you doing?!" Dr. Evans screamed from the intercom.

"I tried to feed him, but he didn't want to listen."

"He's choking! Help him!!"

"He'll be fine, Andrew."

He watched Julius' face begin to turn red as he fought desperately for air. His hands started to elongate and turn black as he continued to thrash violently. Seeing the alternate turn into its pure form made him elated. If he wasn't strapped down, O'Connor would be running for his life right now. But he wasn't afraid. He knew that thing wouldn't hurt him as long as he was strapped down.

Julius' face soon turned blue. His eyes began to melt, joining the tears that were running down his face. His struggling grew weaker and weaker. He wanted to call out to someone, but he can't. He couldn't talk, he couldn't breathe... He was like a little child. Scared and helpless.

Helplessness. The same feeling his victims got when they were trapped. He finally was feeling what they were feeling. He never got the chance to tell them he was sorry. For everything.

He hoped this lingering darkness would help him reflect and atone.

O'Connor was suddenly pushed out of the way by Dr. Evans. He tore the straps off of Julius and lifted him up. The alternate was starting to slump over, the black substance dripping onto Dr. Evans' coat. He wrapped his arms around the creature's waist and started to thrust into his stomach. His body was like a ragdoll, weak to the ongoing assault.

"C'mon, cough it out! C'mon!!" He slapped him on the back, alternating between abdominal thrusts. O'Connor just stared at the scene. What the hell is he doing? He's gonna get himself killed.

Finally, the blockage was pushed out of him, allowing Julius to breathe. He gasped and coughed as Dr. Evans lowered him to the ground. His body had turned completely black as he curled into a ball and began to sob. The scientist held him close and petted his hair, trying to comfort him the best he can.

"Why did you do that? You could've gotten yourself killed!" O'Connor shouted at him.

"I had to do something! He was gonna die!" Dr. Evans shouted back.

"Don't you understand yet? Those things are not human. They play with your mind, forcing you to kill yourself. They are not your friends. They killed so many people in Wisconsin already, so we shouldn't be treating them like humans!"

Dr. Evans glared at him. In a way, he's right. The alternates have caused so much terror and pain to the citizens, tearing apart families and instilling fear and paranoia. This creature was just like them. It already ruined so many people's lives just by doing what it was made to do. But at the same time, the way he looked at them at times told Andrew that he was already displaying human emotions. Doing those experiments made him feel cold and sick.

"Take him back to his room. He can survive a little more without food. We'll have to feed him through an IV." As he was approaching the door, he turned back to Evans. "By the way, don't show any sympathy to them. They will not hesitate to kill you."

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