so i had an idea and wrote a fic abt it. and im kinda proud of it and wanna share it here. i don't rly share my writing at all ever so pls be nice to me,,,
Rip and Tear
featuring Ezekiel and that one intern he beats the ass of, as well as mentions of Chris, Alejandro, and Duncan
CW for *extremely* graphic depictions of violence, cannibalism, vomiting, and detailed-ish descriptions of internal human anatomy
āRelease the beast!ā
Free from the cold, uncaring cage. Faced with the warm Serengeti sun. Finally able to move, to run.Ā
As the other contestants and his tormentors backed away in horror, Ezekielās eyes locked onto one poor blond man on the ground, trying groggily to sit up. This man had food, Ezekiel had smelt it for as long as heād seen the sunlight. But, trapped behind bars, he could do no more than leer longingly or swipe futilely at the sandwich peeking from the internās back pocket.Ā
But now, he was free.
The two martyrs locked eyes, and a look of terror flooded the blond manās face. He attempted to get up and run, but being inebriated from tranquilizer, he couldnāt escape fast enough. Ezekiel pounced on the manās back and began swinging and slashing at his cranium.Ā
This was cruel, violent, unnecessary- he felt a dread in his chest as blood and bruises bloomed under the internās hair and trickled down his neck. But Ezekiel just couldnāt stop himself. Rage, vengeance, and hunger burned in his gut like a bonfire and kept him beating the poor young man.
After an eternal few moments, the blond finally lost balance (or consciousness) and collapsed with a heavy thud on the dirt. Zeke swiftly shifted his position and grabbed the manās shirt sleeve with his jagged teeth, dragging him backwards into the brush.Ā
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āThatās it! Pull, boy!ā
Why was he cooperating with this man? The slimy Spaniard held firm on the stick as the callous criminal clung to his waist. Ezekiel questioned to himself why he even bothered helping these two as the rough bark scratched at his decaying enamel. He couldnāt have cared less if they had suffocated in quicksand. One part of him suggested they would show him mercy, or even compassion, in return for his assistance, but he knew that thought was just a pipe dreamā especially with those two boys. Another part reasoned he was just bored and engaged with the tug-of-war for entertainment. But something deep in his mind understood that the sandwich just didnāt quite fill his stomach.
That something made him drop the branch as a gazelle bounded past.
Fueled by his appetite, Zeke spun around and began pursuing the animal.
It dashed across the plains and leapt into a patch of thick grass. Ezekiel raced behind.
A stinging numbness suddenly began gnawing at his foot. He glanced behind him to see an explosion of fuchsia fumes.
He kept his pace, but with his focus elsewhere and vision obscured by the brush, he tripped on something firm and warm.Ā
He sprung back up, shook off, and found himself on top of a creature.
That blond intern. Still unconscious.
Horrified at the way his mouth watered, he tightened his grip on the manās shoulders. Tight enough to rip the sleeves. Tight enough to draw blood. Tight enough to elicit a wince and a groan. He was up.
In a panic, before the intern could scream or run or fight back, Ezekiel covered the blondās mouth and sunk his teeth into his jugular.Ā
The internās cries morphed into a sickening gurgle behind Zekeās paw as blood filled both of their mouths.Ā
It was viscous, metallic, salty from sweat. Exactly what Ezekiel craved. He reared his head back, ripping out the manās trachea and tearing up his esophagus. Bright crimson gushed from the wound, leaked from the internās lips, spilled from Zekeās maw, pooled on the yellow grass. He gnawed on the flesh hanging from his jaw, squirting more blood across the area. With a chomp, he bisected the chunk, swallowing what was in his mouth and dropping the oozing carrion onto his victimās chest, creating a scarlet spattering on his grey-blue shirt. The intern, all the while, was choking, hacking, flailing about, the fear of God and Death streaming from his dark eyes.Ā
Ezekiel was not yet satisfied.Ā
He clawed at the manās shoulder with his free hand, scraping up skin and painting the twitching figure with yet more red. He chowed down on the exposed tissue, the bitter nectar of life continually seeping into his mouth and stomach, not stopping until his jagged teeth were met with bone. The intern had long stopped moving by then, allowing Zeke to use his other blood and spit-stained hand for better grip. He mirrored the process on the other arm. The maroon residue began overpowering his ragged hoodieās sage green. The grass below appeared to be rusting. Every object his claws whiffed against became tainted.
Still, Ezekiel hungered.Ā
One bite ripped off the stained shirt. Another tore into the skin. A third stole away the muscle and fat. Claws tore up tissue and organs and shoveled them into this monsterās gaping maw. Squishing, squelching, oozing was all he could hear. Blood, guts, viscera was all he could taste. Red, red, red was all he could see. Hunger, was all he felt.
His right talon grasped an organ that fit in it perfectly. It had two distinct lobes. It throbbed and gushed blood. It strung back to the abdominal cavity with two thick tubes.Ā
Ezekiel halted.Ā
In his hand, he held the heart of a dead man. The heart of a man he just killed. The heart of a man he just ate.Ā
Soon, all the missing flesh had returned to the open torso, with complimentary bile.Ā
Ezekiel stared at his work, at the carcass under his bloodied hands, and retched. The fluid leaking from his mouth was no longer pure red, but mixed with chunks of flesh and stinging stomach acid. He hacked and coughed and hurled but no amount of regurgitation could rid him of the aftertaste of culpability for this horrid deed. He continued dry heaving as nothing else came out but tears and snot of pain and guilt, topping the mess with their clear droplets.Ā
Even as those dried up, he still hung over the cadaver. Eyes shut, he couldnāt bear to see the wreckage he had orchestrated. The acrid smell and flavor of vomit attacked his throat and sinuses. His hands and feet adhered to the ground, sticky with drying blood. A rustle in the bushes caught his attention. He looked up, around, and heard nearby conversation. He could not be caught like this.
was collecting zeke screenshots (like a normal person) and found a āgoofā not listed on the td wiki
here, in african lying safari, when zekeās sneaking back onto the plane, his eyes arenāt bloodshot. while this could possibly be explained by him being tranqāed soon prior and having the best 10-minutes of sleep heās had in probably months, idk if the animators were legit thinking that hard abt it
they changed the goth rave palette. why did you do that itās too blue now. this site was bad enough now goth rave looks like shit. can we have nothing here.
and itās alot harder to distinguish between main text and tags itās annoying. like just cuz the paletteās not supposed to be accessible or high contrast or sm doesnāt mean it should be this fuckin ambiguous. itās like a 25% saturation increase itās too damn subtle this shit is so ass
they changed the goth rave palette. why did you do that itās too blue now. this site was bad enough now goth rave looks like shit. can we have nothing here.
i dont think its milking a concept if you enjoy doing it. esp if itās just for love of the game. my posts seldom get more than 10 likes anyways idgaf
so hereās more. with an izzy now! i love spacing itās my favorite thing to do (lie)
iāll prob do roti and as on the same canvas cuz he gets like a minute of screentime in each. maybe even combine some more wt expressions, just when heās feral. idk. but thatāll be the last of these i promise!!
been watching some of the reboot and holy fuck this guyās iconic so i lowkey had to draw him. been having trouble drawing my usuals anyways so this was a nice shakeup!
oh uh happy pride too. to this guy specifically (acc to td wiki gerado gismondi (zeeās va) has said āhe thinks zee could be aroaceā which i was already getting those vibes from him so itās correct now)
EDITTTT i made him w pride palette I LOVE YOU AROACE PPL
swirlied the flag on his shirt cuz he totes gives me tie-dye vibes
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