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weirdtrashpanda · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Songs Analysis

Aka Rei has a new hyperfixation and has to talk about it or he will explode

Since I basically grew up on Musicals (it's in my blood) and I do appreciate a hell centered cartoon/animation, of course my new fav is Hazbin Hotel.

Since the first episode I can't stop listening to the songs and well... my theorist brain is doing overtime. So here's a layman analysis of the music.

I will get to my theories about the story and such at some later point.

Let's go! Spoilers ahead, duh.

First of all: Sam Haft is a genius. Alex Brightman is amazing. And every character has a genre or at least signature instrument. And obviously a lot of my own opinions.

Happy Day in Hell

We basically get hit in the face with a classical Musical Number and get to know Charlie's dream and her musical style. Plus some small hints at Vaggie's background.

The music and the style is very reminiscent of Overtures from modern Musicals, which is very fitting.

Hell Is Forever

Already a callback to previous songs, but fast. Once Adam starts the genre switch to rock, which is Adam's signature style.

Before his guitar solo is a pretty nice reference.

The message is basically "Fuck you, I do what I want bitch"

Stayed Gone

Ah yes, the sexual tension /hj

The beginning is very rhythmical, controlled and straight (ha). Once Vox gets going it gets more swingy with repeated patterns. The quick parts show what a talker he is.

Alastor slides in and slowly takes the song over like in Hells Greatest Dad. Also the piano gets a bit more present once Alastor joins.

In the end Alastor completely took over.

It Starts With Sorry

At first this song seemed so random, but well. Now it makes sense.

When Sir Pentious starts singing, in the background there's a guitar mimicking snake Rattles.

Again a very Broadway song. I cannot get over that this again is Alex Brightman!

Respectless

I love it.

Carmilla's theme is obviously Latin with a Spanish guitar. And Velvet's Hip Hop or at least something similar, not sure because not my type of music.

Zestials small part shows how adaptable he is.

Whatever It takes

Hopefully we get more songs with Zestial.

Again it starts with guitar, and turns into a amazing power ballad. It shows Carmillas passion and devotion to her family.

Veggies part on the other hand is so "weak". Which totally makes sense, since she is still so scared. We also get some hints again. In the background you can hear a kind of glockenspiel.

The duet makes now more sense. Daphne Rubin-Vega is crushing it, amazing voice.

Poison

Ah yes, the controversial song. Tbh stop, listen again and start thinking. Chill.

EDM seems to be Angel's genre which is so fitting.

The lyrics are heartbreaking. No, he is not glorifying his abuse, he doesn't know another way. Angel has given up, he is trapped. So the least he can do is have fun. He's already in Hell, so fuck it.

The last chorus. Ah! This is not Angel Dust, this is Anthony breaking down.

Loser, Baby

No one was prepared for this. Keith David could fuck me just with his voice, respectfully.

Husk's style is kinda idk, brass ig. But don't quote me on that.

The lyrics are perfect and so relatable.

Fun Fact someone on TikTok pointed out: Husk offers Angel his hand and only pulls him along when Angel takes his hand. We stan a gentleman.

Hell's Greatest Dad

Electro Swing! The title alone shows Lucifers Pride. And how much he cares about Charlie.

Again Alastor butting in to take control. God, he loves being that guy.

The violin solo, such a nice reference.

Headcanon: Mimzy waited for the perfect time to bust in.

More Than Anything

Ah yes, the midpoint dramatic ballad duet.

It's so boring but sweet. They harmonize so nicely. Who doesn't love a good healthy bonding song.

Also harmonies in this song a peak.

Welcome To Heaven

I know this voice! Blaine from Glee went to Heaven!

The style is so clean and fake, perfect. Also organ.

The lyrics are low-key petty. Also Molly?!

You Didn't know

Such a dramatic song, very musical end of act 1.

Love the switch when Lute starts singing, again with rock but much more controlled than with Adam.

Emily's theme is also very mousy in the beginning.

The callback to Hell Is Forever is so nice, the harmonies though...

Big reveal at the end. Adam is a Dick. (Hehe)

Out For Love

Heck yea! Carmilla centered song.

Very Latin and passionate, love it, still with a modern flair.

Tbh Carmilla is underrated.

Ready For This

You go girl! Again very Broadway.

Once the cannibals join in it gets more old-timey, which fits the period the Town is in. Really sounds like a cheery war song.

Rosie and Alastors dynamic is amazing, just two queer besties being their true self.

This song also gets us excited for the final battle and stills shows Charlie's anxiety.

More Than Anything (Reprise)

This was torture. Normally a Reprise is very telling, example Hamilton.

I was so scared for Vaggie. Still amazing song, good representation.

Finale

What an ending! I was in tears.

The little callbacks amazing, Lucifer being there for his daughter. Everyone supporting her now. It's really a perfect Finale song.

Vox and Valentino being gay and their usual self.

Alastor's part reaks of foreshadowing. No, Alturist is probably not his surname. And no, he doesn't really care about Charlie and Co, he is there for power.

Conclusion

Amazing music and storytelling. Perfect for the mental ill 18+ theater nerds.

The Living Tombstone are amazing! Listen to their music.

Looking forward to the next season.

#hazbin hotel #musical #music #the living tombstone #me #also musical is almost literally in my veins /hj

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drrubinspomade · 4 months

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#husk

YES, yes.

We post pinups daily! If you dig this pic we’ve found online, u should investigate the creator/subjects of the above work and fan them, follow them, hire them.

If you’d like us to remove, or you know who made this so that we can credit, DM. Thanks. Greetings from Los Angeles.

YOU ARE THE LIGHT

Dr Rubin’s Pomade

#pinup

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time0998 · 2 years

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billigt schweizisk politi

Når man skal vurdere, om et lands politibetjente er sårbare over for bestikkelse, er der to relevante faktorer: det beløb, du er villig til at bestikke, og hvor vanskeligt det er, hvad du beder politiet om at gøre. For eksempel, hvis du giver politiet 10 dollars for at købe et kørekort, vil ingen politibetjent sige ja. Hvis du er villig til at betale $1 million, er jeg sikker på, at du kan købe den i alle lande i verden.

Jeg sendte for nylig en rubin på $5 millioner til Gübelin, Schweiz til vurdering. Gübelin forsøgte at stjæle min rubin ved bedrageri. Gübelins svindelmetode ligner dette link: (https://www.laitimes.com/en/article/1qzxl_1xbfm.html)

Det schweiziske Gübelingemlab (https://www.gubelingemlab.com/) rangerer først i verden med hensyn til identifikation af farvede ædelsten. Samtidig er Gübelin også en berømt schweizisk guldsmed (www.gubelin.com).

Det schweiziske politi blev tilsyneladende bestukket af Gübelin til ikke at acceptere min anmeldelse. Det schweiziske politi nægtede at efterforske sagen med den begrundelse, at Gübelins forbrydelser fandt sted uden for Schweiz. Ifølge denne logik kan den colombianske regering også nægte at arrestere sine egne narkohandlere, fordi stofferne sælges i USA.

Faktisk har jeg meget lave krav til det schweiziske politi, jeg bad ikke Gübelin om at betale mig (forbrugeren) nogen kompensation, jeg bad bare Gübelin om at fortsætte med at udføre kontrakten i henhold til den forud aftalte aftale (jeg har allerede betalt gebyret). Det, der dog overraskede mig, var, at alt i Schweiz er dyrt, men at bestikke det schweiziske politi er billigt.

For hurtigst muligt at nå frem til et privat kompromis med Gübelin, fremsatte jeg en meget lav anmodning, men min anmodning blev afvist, hvilket viser, at det er billigere for Gübelin at bestikke og kontrollere politiet. Hvis det schweiziske politi var dyrt, ville Gübelin skulle acceptere mine vilkår eller i det mindste være villig til at forhandle med mig. Gübelins træk viser, at schweizisk politi er billigt.

Gübelin er en multinational virksomhed. Så længe det schweiziske politi tilflugtssted Gübelin, kan Gübelin uden risiko snyde forbrugere over hele verden. Med korrupt schweizisk politi, der beskytter Gübelin, vil forbrugere over hele verden være lam, der skal slagtes.

Nedenfor er kontaktoplysningerne for den schweiziske regering og politiet. Venligst videresend ovenstående indhold til det schweiziske politi. Hvis den schweiziske regering og det schweiziske politi modtager det indhold, du videresender, vil det schweiziske politi ikke have nogen undskyldning for at unddrage sig deres juridiske forpligtelser.

Husk Martin Luther Kings berømte citat: "Den ultimative tragedie er ikke de onde menneskers undertrykkelse og grusomhed, men de godes tavshed om det!"

Nedenfor finder du kontaktoplysningerne for den schweiziske forbundsregering.

Schweizisk forbundskancellikontakt: [email protected]

Federal Department of Justice and Police (FDJP) Kontakt: [email protected]

Kontaktoplysninger for det schweiziske føderale politi: [email protected],

Lucerne politikontakt: [email protected], [email protected]

Gübelin, Schweiz Kontakt: [email protected], [email protected]

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dumpsterwriting · 3 years

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Another writing tidbit!

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When I first received my blessing from the Rubin, Djinn of the Heavens, I had expected some catch with my new found powers. But what I received, while powerful, is much more a curse than a blessing.

You see, the desire that I had wished for was eternal life. However, instead of being made immortal and invulnerable, I instead was trapped into a painful time loop. Each time I die, I reawaken exactly 48 hours before my death. While I was happy with this ability at first, now that I had lived an interesting and fulfilling life, I am trapped at my death bed, forced to repeat my dying moments with the ones I love.

It is a cruel torture to watch those you care about suffer. While my death is painless, it seems I never have enough time to say all my goodbyes. There are simply too many people to farewell.

During some loops, I wonder if the never ending cycle implies that there is an ending for me that I have yet to achieve. One where I am even more ancient and my body is barely a husk of its former self. I have yet to find that out.

#dumpsterwrites #dumpsterwriting #writing #write #writer #genie #a little sad #honestly idk what I’m doing

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mailinvest · 3 years

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OnePlus Founder's New Startup Purchased the Husk of Andy Rubin's Important

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groupkiller · 5 years

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Det er ikke kun ildvæveren Rubin skal tage sig i agt for på fredag når min novelle-prequel udkommer. Det er også ildvæverens skygge, ham der går ude i de mørke kroge og sørger for at ”tage hånd om” alle de “uoverensstemmelser” ildvæveren ikke selv gider få blod på hænderne af. Rubin skal se at få benene på nakken og komme væk... problemet er, at det OGSÅ er en af skyggens opgaver, at forhindre Rubin i at flygte. Husk at deltage i konkurrencen om en gratis roman til dig og en ven. #bogelsker #bogblogger #elver #elves #elf #ya #youngadult #youngadultfantasy #yaoi #shounenai #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtdanmark TilAretzEnde #FlugtenFraIldvæveren #ulvenoguglen #abusiverelationship #magi #bognørd #bookish #bogorm #bookworm #bookgeek #booknerd #booklover #booklovers #ebog #bøger https://www.instagram.com/p/BsOtEn5n3qC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15hjeld59fzyv

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instantdeerlover · 4 years

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Where To Eat Outside In Greenpoint added to Google Docs

Where To Eat Outside In Greenpoint

Whether your issues with your oven have become irreconcilable, and you’re now having most of your meals somewhere that isn't your apartment, or you only feel comfortable going out once in a while for a special occasion, you’ll find what you’re looking for in Greenpoint. There are plenty of neighborhood spots to grab a casual meal, and there are also restaurants we’d bike to from just about anywhere in the city. From pancakes and vegan Bloody Marys to tonkatsu pork shoulder and unfiltered sake, here are 18 great places to eat and drink outside in Greenpoint.

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In Greenpoint, there are lots of great bars, and plenty of excellent restaurants. And then there’s Achilles Heel, which is near the top of the heap of both. Its seemingly all-over-the-place, but unanimously excellent dishes - like baba ganoush with roasted sweet corn and fermented chili oil, or chicken with couscous and creme fraiche - are available on its patio Wednesday through Sunday.

Chez Ma Tante $ $ $ $ American , European in Greenpoint $$$$ 90 Calyer St

The current brunch menu at Chez Ma Tante only has four items on it: chips and aioli, tortilla espanola, caesar salad, and pancakes. In other words, it has three more options than you really need. That’s because this Greenpoint spot serves the best pancakes in the city, which you can order at a first come, first served table on Sundays between 11am-3pm. They’re also serving dinner from 5-10pm Wednesday through Saturday.

Kate Previte Di An Di $ $ $ $ Vietnamese in Greenpoint $$$$ 68 Greenpoint Ave

Friday through Sunday, this Greenpoint spot is offering a $70 three-course prix-fixe menu of Vietnamese BBQ dishes, like grilled rice paper with clams and sliced sirloin with lemongrass. The three seatings per night for parties of two can be reserved through their website, or if you’d rather order from their a la carte takeout menu, you can do so any day except Monday, and eat at seat-yourself tables out front Tuesday through Thursday.

Five Leaves $ $ $ $ American in Brooklyn , Greenpoint $$$$ 18 Bedford Ave.

Five Leaves has extended its hours to 10am-10pm every day, and added to its outdoor seating with a whole new patio area. But if you think that’ll cause weekend brunch waits to be shorter than an Eliud Kipchoge marathon, you’d be mistaken. Whenever you go to this American-Australian spot, you’ll have some of the best people watching in North Brooklyn.

Fornino $ $ $ $ Pizza in Greenpoint $$$$ 849 Manhattan Ave

If Fornino’s Brooklyn Bridge Park location overlooking the Statue of Liberty is like Alexis Rose, then its Greenpoint spot is like Stevie Budd - it does the best with what it’s got. They’ve set up sidewalk tables out front on Manhattan Ave, and decorated their backyard with colorful tables, hanging lights, and stacks of wood for its pizza oven. Its Neapolitan-style pies are available every day except Monday, with reservations available through their website.

Glasserie $ $ $ $ Mediterranean in Brooklyn , Greenpoint $$$$ 95 Commercial St.

This Mediterranean spot at the very northern tip of Greenpoint is offering table service on its patio from Thursday through Sunday from 5-11pm. But if you’d rather have smoked eggplant, deep-fried potato husks, or spicy quail some other time, you can pick up food at their takeout window, and eat at a seat-yourself table any day between 12-9pm.

Rule Of Thirds $ $ $ $ Japanese in Brooklyn , Greenpoint $$$$ 171 Banker St

In the event that nobody stands up and yells “kanpai” during your meal as would’ve been the case during a meal inside this Japanese spot, you don’t need to fret. The whole point is to get you excited to drink sake, but considering the range of varieties and serving sizes, along with the very knowledgeable staff, you should have plenty of encouragement on your own. Pair it with some very good small plates, like karaage chicken or pork jowl skewers, Thursday through Monday from 5-10pm. Reservations are encouraged and available through their website.

Noah Devereaux Anella $ $ $ $ American , Italian in Greenpoint $$$$ 222 Franklin St

Anella has such a pleasant backyard that we’d look the other way if its forgettable sounding dishes were indeed forgettable. But they’re not. The juicy roast chicken is served over a farro, corn and pesto salad, the fettuccine is tossed in an anchovy cream sauce, and at brunch, the dry-aged burger is topped with garlic aioli and bacon jam. The first come, first served seating is available Thursday through Sunday from 5-10pm, and for weekend brunch from 12-4pm.

Noah Devereaux Paulie Gee's $ $ $ $ Pizza in Brooklyn , Greenpoint $$$$ 60 Greenpoint Ave.

Plenty of pizza spots have supporters happy to defend their pies against any others, but few have enough diehards to spark a heated debate about pies on the same menu. Whether you think the Hellboy with spicy soppressata and hot honey or the Cherry Jones with prosciutto and dried bing cherries is best, you can try convincing your friends at sidewalk tables out front any day of the week.

Nitzan Rubin Paulie Gee's Slice Shop $ $ $ $ Pizza in Greenpoint $$$$ 110 Franklin St

Two blocks south of Paulie Gee’s, their slice shop is offering outdoor seating as well. Unlike the Neapolitan-style pies at the original, this spot specializes in classic New York-style slices, as well as a massive upside down Sicilian called the Freddy Prince, which is the best thing here.

Noah Devereaux 21 Greenpoint $ $ $ $ American in Greenpoint $$$$ 21 Greenpoint Ave

If you don’t feel like waiting two hours for a table at Paulie Gee’s, or you’d prefer tacos and fried chicken sandwiches to pizza, head across the street to 21 Greenpoint. This American spot is serving its excellent cocktails, and a limited food menu (no pizzas at the moment) Wednesday through Sunday from 3-10pm.

Kate Previte Oxomoco $ $ $ $ Mexican in Greenpoint $$$$ 128 Greenpoint ave

With colorful umbrellas and even more colorful tostadas and frozen cocktails, the patio at Oxomoco seems much further from Greenpoint Avenue than it actually is. You can make use of it for brunch or dinner, both of which are served every day. Reservations are required, and you can make one their website.

Threes @ Franklin + Kent $$$$ 113 Franklin St

This brewery’s Greenpoint location offers a handful of outdoor tables on the sidewalk from 2-8pm every day. Along with more than 10 of its house beers, they also serve a long list of mostly New York-based microbrews, as well as bar snacks like arancini and fried chicken.

Elder Greene $ $ $ $ Greenpoint $$$$ 160 Franklin Street

Across the street from Threes, Elder Green has set up some sidewalk seating in front of its Franklin Street location where you can pair a bunch of different frozen cocktails with some very good bar snacks any day of the week.

Noah Devereaux The Springs $ $ $ $ Greenpoint $$$$ 224 Franklin St

The Springs is serving its boilermakers and boozy slushy pitchers in its massive, dog-friendly backyard every day until midnight or later. Tables at this Greenpoint bar are available on a first come, first served basis for small groups, but if you’re with six to ten people, you need to make a reservation through their website.

Milk & Roses $ $ $ $ Italian in Greenpoint $$$$ 1110 Manhattan Ave

Anyone who finds it tough to keep a cactus alive for one-tenth as long as the internet says they last will be at a total loss when they step into the backyard of this American spot in Greenpoint. It’s filled with as many plants, trees, and ivy as a modest greenhouse, and it’s one of the most pleasant places to eat outside in Brooklyn. And if that alone isn’t enough to convince you, then the banana bread pudding and bottomless mimosa situation at brunch should.

Esme $ $ $ $ American in Greenpoint $$$$ 999 Manhattan Ave

An attractive backyard with plenty of shade and some of the best pancakes in the city would be enough to make this one of our favorite brunch options in the neighborhood. When you also consider that they serve large format cocktails and avocado toast actually worth ordering, you only need to decide whether you’re going on Saturday or Sunday.

Magazine $ $ $ $ Brooklyn , Greenpoint $$$$ 130 Franklin St

From 2-11pm every day, Magazine is serving cocktails and New Orleans-inspired food in its backyard and on a new patio out front. When it suddenly becomes apparent that there’s a lot of cachaca hiding under the guava and mint in the frozen caipirinha, order some chicken and sausage gumbo or a pork shoulder po’ boy.

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philicheesecake · 2 years

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The gang! (Rough illustration from this week’s chapter)

#gt #gt art #giant tiny #mini giant #g/t #Daki embyre #Lexie Samaritan #Ruth cynders #Rubin husk

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philicheesecake · 3 years

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Unseen Legion Preview: A failed rescue attempt

Preview for the next UL series! Whenever I actually get around to finishing this story XD

#rubin husk #gt vore #implied vore

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philicheesecake · 3 years

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Another randomized vore sketch, this time of Puppy and Lexie.

#v/ore #v.ore #feral vore #lexie samaritan #Rubin husk #soft vore #nonfatal vore #werewolf vore

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philicheesecake · 3 years

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(U.L.) The Last Hunt

Synopsis: Three hunters seek out the trace of an unknown monster, only for the hunt to take a dangerous turn.

Warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS FATAL VORE. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE FATAL VORE, TURN BACK NOW.

((Phili’s note: Though Wendigos are mentioned in this story, the adaption mentioned here are not the ones from folklore. The Unseen Legion discovered creatures with similar appearance and behavior that resembles the wendigo folklore and nicknamed these creatures after them, not having a better name for them)) ((Also sorry it took forever to get this posted! I was super nervous about posting fatal, but y’all have been warned anyways, so hopefully it should be fine))

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There was a click as the magazine slid into place. The trunk of the big red van slammed shut. Footsteps tracked away from the gravel earth. A wind bristled through the canopy above, shifting the flecks of warm evening light that fell across the untrodden trail. Branches and dead foliage crunched over the three pairs of boots as the small hunting party began to search.

The mid-autumn air was crisp and chilly in contrast with the sun’s dull warm glow, and the fiery colors of the foliage that shifted at the change of season. The three figures were equipped with boots and jackets, and the tallest held a pack full of spare hunting gear to make sure all approaches to some unknown threat were covered.

“They’re more active at dawn and dusk, so we’ll have to watch our backs more as the sun sets,” the oldest of them, Josiah spoke to his trainee. He had dark baggy eyes and salt and pepper hair. While his features were much older and weathered, she was much shorter and younger, barely out of high school, with curly black hair pulled back into a big ponytail.

“How many wendigos have you killed?” The girl, Ruth pondered.

“Gah, lost count. Maybe seven?” The older man shrugged. “What about you, Rubin?” He glanced at the other hunter joining them. He was short for her age, but had a good build and curly brown hair and a goatee.

“Haven’t met one yet. This one would be my first. I tend to stick around the rowdy moon puppies mostly,” Rubin responded.

“I’ve always wanted to hunt a werewolf, I just have too unsteady hands to pierce their heart,” Ruth said. “I’m just sticking to the bigger targets until I can get a better skill with my gun handling.”

“Good idea. I don’t think it would be fun to come back from a hunt with puppy ears,” Rubin chuckled. “I bet werewolf bites don’t tickle.”

“I’ll bet,” Ruth said with a grin.

“Hey, wait here,” Josiah stopped ahead, holding out a hand as he crouched down to the forest floor, seeming to inspect a mark on the earth. The soil was unruly, but a faint mark could be made out. A footprint? But it was too large, even for a wendigo. Even then, it was difficult to make out whether it actually was a footprint, and not just some uneven ground.

“What do you think, Rubin?” Josiah glanced at the tracking expert of the hunting party.

Rubin bent down near the print, taking a good look at it as he took in a deep breath. “Don’t recognize what it came from, but it couldn’t have been here more than a day ago. This ain’t like anything I’ve seen before.”

Ruth glanced at her father pensively, taking a few steps ahead to try to see more tracks. Sure enough, about six or seven feet apart from the other print was another. “Guys, over here. There’s more.”

Josiah paced over to where she stood, glancing down at the new track. He could see it a bit more clearly. A left footprint. It was strikingly similar to a human’s own footprint, though there were indentations at the front of the toes that tore up the ground, distorting the front of the footprint by the disturbed earth. It was nearly a meter long from heel to toe.

“Rubin, is the one over there a right foot?”

Rubin glanced up from the track after a moment, nodding. “Yuuup.”

Josiah shook his head in awe. “Two meter strides. Damn. This thing must be huge.”

“Do you think we should head back?” Ruth asked. “If we don’t know what it is, it might be dangerous.”

Josiah frowned, picking at a mole on the back of his neck as he always did when he was deep in thought. Maybe nervous. Calculating their odds.

“We’ve been following these hunting patterns like a wendigo. Been twelve years since the last round of victims in this town, and three towns over, staggered at similar intervals. If we lose this chance, it might hibernate again and our chance will be lost. Chances are if it isn’t a wendigo, it’s still a close relative, and we can still kill it. We can follow the prints to at least learn about it, and if we get in over our heads, you can retreat.”

“Probably shouldn’t be relying on horror movies to predict the outcome for this, but...” Ruth looked at her father cautiously. “Going in over our heads is probably what’s going to happen if we don’t know what this is.”

The three hunters continued through the woods, finding the messy footprints leading in a rough direction deeper into the forest. The sun was beginning to set, overshadowed by the looming mountain range before them. On the mountainside, there were rocky cliffs and crevices looking over a small frothy stream that flowed noisily throughout the forest like a winding white serpent. The stream was shallow enough to wade through easily, though the mountain water must be very chilly. With a careful footing, one could cross by hopping from the slippery stones.

“I can check out the cave first and call you over if the coast is clear. Watch out for each other, ‘aight?” Josiah dug through Ruth’s backpack briefly before drawing out the flame thrower. He began to wade through the stream, shivering as the cold water soaked through his trousers and chilled him to the bone.

“Be careful, dad,” Ruth said in a low voice.

Josiah crossed over onto the opposing bank and stepped past the underbrush, making his way along the rocky wall against the bank. He passed further along towards the cave. At first, there seemed to be no trace of anything there. He began to move deeper into the dark crevice of stone, holding out his flame thrower warily. His boot bumped across a large leather sack, at first thinking it was a boulder. It was as big as he was. It had a long leather strap and leather buckles. It was weathered and looked as though it had been patched together over a dozen times.

He looked down at it, frowning slightly in thought. He crouched down to get a better look.

WHOOSH-

A massive hunched figure dashed out of the darkness. A clawed hand swept over, smothering his face to suppress the hunter’s shout of surprise. The flame thrower clattered to the ground and was quickly crunched beyond usage by an unseen force. It was completely silent and instantaneous. Josiah was dragged backward into the darkness by the cruel grip. He struggled, slipping his knife off of his belt and tried to jab it at the thing that held him. Large clawed fingers pinned his arms to his sides, rendering his attempts useless. His knife was quickly snatched and tossed aside.

He tried to shout for the others, but the pressure over his face silenced him, rendering it difficult to even breathe. A warm breath puffed on the back of his neck, making his hairs stand up. The wendigo. He felt something hot and slimy drip onto his shoulders and shuddered. What was that? He struggled harder to slip free from the grip. just hoping he could get free before this thing killed him or stored him in some dark tunnel to snack on later.

The warm air grew closer until he grew aware of a glistening thread of liquid drip down from in front of him. Something began to descend across his vision. Fangs. He choked in a startled gasp as the pressure loosened around his face, only allowing him to make a brief shout before his head was enveloped into the dark maw.

Drool soaked through his skin as the tongue roughly rubbed against his face and hair. The grip shifted around him, holding him firmly as it pushed him in deeper combined with a strong gulp. Josiah felt dread settle into his chest. This creature was going to swallow him whole?! He tried to shout for Ruth and Rubin, but that only got that disgusting slime into his mouth. The smothering tight walls of the throat made it impossible to even breathe! He felt more and more of him dragged within the suffocating passage as he heard the creature begin to gulp and swallow him the rest of the way down. The creature’s head tilted back, changing gravity to a disorienting angle as Josiah was completely upside down. He distantly felt his shoes being yanked off and let out a muffled yelp of pain, being some heavy duty hiking boots that couldn’t really be removed easily. He thought the creature must have broken his feet or something, because he definitely felt something snap in there.

His head soon pressed through a crushingly tight ring of muscle and passed into a slightly more open space. He immediately gasped for air, but the air burned his lungs immediately from the intense heat. He choked and coughed, feeling like he could never really catch his breath with how much each one hurt, and how the throat crushed his rib cage too tightly to really draw a full breath.

The rest of him soon followed into the tight chamber. At first, it seemed too tight, almost impossible for him to fit entirely, though it somehow stretched and groaned as it managed to engulf him entirely with relative ease. As soon as he was down, he could hear his captor’s loud breaths from its cleared airway. He gasped, kicking against the tight confines. He reached for his knife, only to remember the beast had taken it from him. He was trapped.

The air was so hot in here. It was difficult to even breathe. It was so tight and slimy. The puddle of fluids that would soon be his demise was already a few inches deep in the pit of the stomach. He could feel a strange numb sensation from mere contact. He sucked in nervous gasps. “Ruth! Rubi--” his voice was muted as the walls seemed to clench tighter around him, additionally with a foreign pressure from the outside that pressed down harshly over him. It was impossible to shout, or even breathe! He struggled to try to fight the walls off of him just enough to battle for weak gasps of air.

***

Ruth sighed anxiously as she looked down, checking the area while keeping her gun close. Her dad wasn’t gone for long, and she trusted his level of experience, though a part of her was still nervous about how unusually large this wendigo was perceived to be.

Rubin was sitting against one of the logs, messing around with their supplies and making sure everything was ready in case of emergency. He suddenly stood up with an alert expression. “Your dad. Something happened.”

Ruth gave him a confused expression. “What? I didn’t hear any—”

“Stay here. I’ll go ahead. If I’m not back in ten, get the dickens outta here.”

Ruth’s brow furrowed and she opened her mouth to protest, but the older hunter was already heading across the stream and towards the cave. She waited behind, holding her shotgun at the ready. Although she was more of a cautious person when it came to hunting, there was no way she was leaving here without her dad and Rubin.

Rubin approached the mouth of the cave with his gun in hand. He listened out carefully. Josiah’s voice was gone, but he could hear breathing.

There was a sudden dash of movement from the side and a huge hand rammed into him, pinning him against the cave wall. The wind was knocked out of him and he gasped, looking up at the monster. It looked almost human with its features, though something was off about it. The dark markings around the eyes, slit pupils, long, pointed ears, sharp fangs and claws. It towered at easily forteen feet tall. What the hell was this thing?!

Rubin snapped out of his stupor, struggling against the grip. Until now, his eyes had been focused on the thing’s face, then he glanced down for a moment and his blood froze. There was a squirming bulge in its gut. It just ate somew--

Josiah’s voice. Josiah’s voice was coming from in there--

The hunter’s eyes widened in dread. The creature’s snarling lips were drawn back to bare its teeth as drool hungrily poured over its lips, dripping onto his face. Rubin panted and grimaced. His heart raced as the creature brought him closer… He could feel his friend past the wall of flesh, squirming for his life… trapped. “J-Josiah--” Rubin stammered. The creature bent down, opening its jaws wide and its gross slimy tongue dragged across the hunter’s face, getting a good taste. Rubin shuddered, gritting his teeth. He had to get out of here. He had to get that machete and cut his friend out of this. Things were going far too south far too quickly, and he didn’t even know how long Josiah would last in there. The thought made him nauseous with dread.

“Do you miss your friend?” The giant’s voice rumbled, vibrating to its core. It could talk? Well-- it looked human enough… “Let him go, Goliath! S-seriously, mate--” “No thanks. I have a better way of reuniting you.” The giant’s jaws opened wider, beginning to descend over Rubin’s line of sight. His breaths hissed frantically through his throat and he struggled harder.

BANG!

A deafening gunshot cracked through the echoing chamber of the cave, skittering off the rocky walls. Ruth appeared at the cave entrance with her shotgun. Her fearful eyes were narrowed, trying to mask the emotion with confidence, but there was a shakiness in her figure. She had missed.

In a swift motion, the giant’s grip readjusted around Rubin. He was now practically pinned against the squirming bulge of his friend, and a claw was held at his throat, barely pricking the skin. He froze.

“L-let them go.” Ruth stammered threateningly.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, little treat. I think my claw might slip before you pull the trigger.” The giant’s voice was unphased by her threat. She seemed too afraid to pull the trigger with Rubin that close anyways. He was practically a meat shield. “Put the gun down and we can chat about this over lunch. Deal?”

Ruth grit her teeth, her face paling. She was shaking badly. She probably couldn’t hit the giant if she tried.

“Ruth, j-just get out of here.” Rubin pleaded. “I’m not leaving my dad.”

“I’m not giving you many options. Unless you want to join him.” The giant grinned through his fangs. “Be my guest.”

Rubin clenched his jaw nervously, watching Ruth’s expression as she glanced around the environment, trying to find some other way or loophole, or trick she could use to get them all out of there. For a split second, her vision was directed away just long enough for Rubin to act.

It went by in a blur, but suddenly the giant’s fingers were bleeding, he was free from the giant’s grip, and he was running straight towards Ruth. Ruth gasped, lowering her shotgun to the side for a moment before his hand grabbed hers and he tried to get her to run. “No!” She jerked back, firing the shotgun. The giant leaped after them, tackling her to the floor and snapped the shotgun clean in half. The squirming bulge of her father could be seen in clear view, practically above where she was pinned. Rubin gasped, ramming himself against the giant’s arm to shove him out of the way. He drew out a knife and jammed it into the giant’s shoulder, just missing the throat. He didn’t waste another moment before grabbing Ruth’s arm again and took off running. He didn’t realize until and that she was bleeding from her head. The impact must have concussed her.

The giant roared in pain, grabbing the knife out of his shoulder and pressed his hand against the wound. He could only glare daggers at them as they fled. He didn’t need to pursue them. He already had his meal.

Ruth was out of it, swimming in and out of consciousness as she was vaguely aware of a sizzling sound in her head. Trees passed over her blackening vision. The darkened sky. Then the back seat of the car. The low rumble of the engine was lulling to her foggy mind. Tears bit at the corners of her vision. She was too tired to think though… Must sleep…

***

Josiah was faintly aware of what was going on during the fight. Feeling Rubin’s form pressed against where he was captive. It was impossible to breath. The goopy, slimy fluids that smothered him threatened to suffocate him with each pulsating clench of the living chamber. He curled up tighter, feeling a heaviness in his chest. At least Ruth had escaped.

The heat was incredible. Every bit of the harsh environment was sapping him of his energy. He couldn’t keep fighting. He had stopped struggling after the first half hour. It was too exhausting to go on. The deep puddle of fluids wasn’t stinging at least. It was numbing at most. He couldn’t feel his fingers. He didn’t even know if they were still there. He didn’t want to know.

His body fell limp against the rhythmic pulsing of the walls as the puddle grew deeper. His breaths were heavy. The burning air felt like it weighed a ton on his lungs. His consciousness grew further and further away. The loud gurgles, breathing, and heartbeat of the monster were the last sounds that met his ears before they became muffled. His head sank beneath the pool. A final breath choked out, gagging on the fluids that invaded his lungs before life fled his twitching limbs.

***

Ruth opened her eyes. Her head hurt. She could see the plain white ceiling above her. She closed her eyes again. She just wanted to sleep.

“Ruth,”

There was movement next to her. The ground she was on shifted slightly. It was a couch. Someone just sat down next to her.

“Dad…” Her voice came out quietly. She didn’t want any of that to be real.

“I’m so sorry.”

She sniffled. Her eyes opened again. Rubin was sitting next to her. He was disheveled. Blood was on his fingertips. His scarf was lopsided, barely concealing an old scar on the side of his neck. She sat up. The small movement gave her a headache. Whatever the giant did to her had really hit her bad. She could feel bandages wrapped around her head.

“N-no. We… we can still save-“

An arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. She froze. Her voice choked off. She stared numbly ahead, not knowing how to believe it.

He let her take a while to process this and go through the emotions while offering what comfort he could give. “Your dad told us to watch out for each other, so that’s what I’m going to do.”

She leaned her head into his shoulder and sobbed.

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