#murderteeth

[hamlet-yam]

there is no flames

I think I only posted this on insta so here ya good

[crithaus]

sorry if this sound dumb, but what's Psychoteeth?

nah my dude, but see idk if i’m the best person to explain it bc i only actually found out about it like half an hour ago but from what i can understand, its like if everyone were like Ryan, specifically Mad King/Dark God Ryan, ergo, everyone is completely batshit. and very murdery. or possibly demons considering all the black demon eye SPN edits all the gifs i reblogged have. idk man….

[horrificsmut]

Home for the Holiday (1/1 myeoff)

Rated M - warnings for food, swearing, mentions of sex, (implied) cannibalism. takes place in The Recipe AU. comments, reblogs, messages etc are what I live for!

summary: There’s a lot to be thankful for this year. Geoff prepares an elaborate meal for Michael and Ryan to show his gratitude.

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Happy Thanksgiving to you all (& for non-Americans, happy Thursday!). I hope this hilariously domestic and ironically adorable story about a gay cannibal threeway warms your heart <3

excerpt:

“You’re the chef, Geoff,” Ryan says, almost expressionless. “What would you suggest we serve on Thanksgiving other than turkey?”

Something changes in Michael’s posture and the air vibrates like a plucked guitar string.

“Venison, I was thinking,” Geoff says. “I mean, if you think you’ll have time to hunt before then. If not, we can always just do turkey or I could get some --”

Ryan interrupts him with a warm, soft laugh.

“Nobody likes turkey,” Ryan says. “If you’re OK with not pretending to like turkey, I am certainly alright with that.”

“I like turkey ok,” Michael interrupts.

Ryan and Geoff both shoot him an incredulous look.

“Well, I like it when you cook it, Geoff. I like everything you cook.”

“Brown-noser,” Geoff says under his breath. Michael sticks his tongue out at Geoff and kicks him lightly under the table.

“Children, please, not at the dinner table,” Ryan says.

[horrificsmut]

Rated M - warnings for food, swearing, mentions of sex, (implied) cannibalism, and smooth jazz. takes place in The Recipe AU. 36 minutes. comments, reblogs, messages etc are what I live for!

summary: There’s a lot to be thankful for this year. Geoff prepares an elaborate meal for Michael and Ryan to show his gratitude. 

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Story text up on AO3 tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving to you all (and for non-Americans, happy Wednesday and Thursday!!!). Whether you’re traveling, staying home, looking forward to the holiday, or dreading it, I hope this hilariously domestic and ironically adorable story about a gay cannibal threeway warms your heart <3

[errorcritical]

ngl half the reason i got my son murderteeth is that so when he cat yawns, it actually looks kind of menacing

yawns caused by this picture & references: 12 probably

[blackbat09-archived]

2015 Scarefest Day 2

Day 2: Knives AO3 Mirror Here!

Alright. Warnings for blood, violence, and non-consensual blood and knifeplay. It’s more Risingwood (duh).

“R-Ryan. Please, don’t do this…”

God, Ryan loved the whimpers. If it weren’t for evidence concerns, he’d have a recording to listen to over and over, to hear the way someone’s breath hitched, pitch raised, every whimpered plea and terrified whine, so close to moans that it was erotic for Ryan.

He wiped a drop of blood from his blade with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth to savor the taste before turning his attention back to the source of those beautiful noises.

“Don’t do what, Jon?” he asked softly, a smile turning his lips up in a gentle curve as he admired his handiwork on the man’s pale body. Shallow lines had been carved across the photographer’s skin, swooping, curling patterns made to accentuate and heighten Jon’s natural beauty, add some color to Jon’s porcelain skin. He was bleeding sluggishly in some places, not at all in others, the hours he’d spent tied to Ryan’s carving station letting the blood start to clot. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured softly, tracing his fingers over one cut on Jon’s hipbone before pressing down on it.

Jon screamed, sweet music to Ryan’s ears as his already-abused voice ripped through a few octaves before dissolving into sobs as Ryan stopped the pressure. The veins Ryan had carefully avoided stood out as Jon strained against his bonds, trying to tense and writhe away from his pain to no avail, eventually sobbing as he slumped back against the table.

“Ry-an,” the dark-haired man breathed, tears streaming down his cheeks and snot dripping from his nose. “Please, Ryan, I don’t understand, ple-ease stop… I don’t- Ryan…” The elder man shushed him gently, stroking his cheek and brushing away his tears.

“Jon, my dear, it’s okay. You don’t need to understand. Just know that I have you, okay? I’ll take good care of you, Jon,” he murmured, brushing another tear from Jon’s cheek as they kept spilling, leaning down to kiss the uncut tip of the photographer’s nose. “I’ve got you, dear.”

Pulling back, Ryan traced his eyes over the planes of Jon’s pale body, selecting a patch of uncarved flesh on the man’s left pec to press the tip of his hunting knife into, dragging it into his flesh and leaving an ornate, scripted letter ‘R’ over the man’s heart as Jon screamed and cried.

“God, Jon, look at you,” Ryan practically moaned, unable to stop himself from leaning down to lap away the rivulets of blood from his lovely victim’s chest, setting his teeth in his flesh as he sucked softly at the wounds, flavor bursting on his tongue as he groaned. He straightened up, licking the warm liquid from his lips and meeting Jon’s fearful eyes with adoring ones. “You taste even better than you look, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cover you in my marks. You’re so amazing, Jon.”

Jon’s eyes fell shut as he started to whimper again, fists clenching and whole body trembling.

God, Ryan loved that sound. He kept an ear out for it as he pressed his knife against Jon’s skin once again.

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(1/2) I had an idea where Joel, Michael and Geoff were all cannibals and everyone at RT is immortal. So basically, they can all do the predator/prey thing, and then wake up in the morning and everything is fine. Up until someone leaves someone's body in a alley and doesn't cover it well enough, and the cops find it before they respawn. Ryan is a detective assigned to the case, and the obvious thing to do is just kill him off before he digs too deep into anything. However, things happen, and

(2/2) It turns out "kill him and dispose of the body" means "get asked out for drinks", according to Geoff. Joel knows that this man is a threat, so he takes a gun to dispose of him... and ends up going home and getting introduced to Ryan's cat. Michael has had it up to here with his soft-hearted partners, so he lies in wait for Ryan, but then he gets spotted and Ryan is really confused "how are you alive" and in explaining, Michael notices Ryan's nice smile and blue eyes and thinks "Oh fuck me"

haha i don’t know if this was supposed to be cute but THIS IS KIND OF CUTE

[horrificsmut]

Thoughts I have at 3am: Michael and Geoff as "rival" serial killers who are flirting with each other through their crimes. Ie. Leaving messages at crime scenes, winking into video cameras, bodies arranged in specific ways. It just increases in intensity until whoops they end up fucking.

Bonus: Ryan is the detective assigned to their cases. Eventually they both end up targeting him but once they realize how hot he is they decide to include him in their game. He essentially ends up getting sexts in the form of dead bodies. He kinda likes it.

Bonus bonus: Ryan wakes up tied to a chair in a dark room, he looks around and eventually sees Michael and Geoff looking at him and giggling to each other. Ryan is like “this is it I’m gonna die” but then Michael walks over and straddles his lap, (hes still giggling what a nerd) and Geoff is like “well detecive Haywood, we’ve got a little game we wanna play with you” and long story short Ryan loses all sense of morality that night

oh my god this reminds me of hannibal in the BEST way possible, fuuuuuuck my ass. like… ryan is profiling them both and he gets it wrong–figures they work together. he writes these long. poetic notes getting inside their brains and talking about how the crime scenes are steamy love letters and basically exploring the depth of their completely deplorable love for each other. michael hacks into his computer and copies all of ryan’s notes for himself, prints them out. 

geoff and michael finally meet face to face when they show up to kill the same person. finally they work together on something and they break the sexual tension and bone. back at michael’s place, their pillow talk is about the detective assigned to their case and it turns out geoff has been stalking the guy, he’s pretty good looking. and michael’s like “yeah and a brain to match” and he produces ryan’s notes and they stay up reading the notes to each other and laughing about the parts ryan’s gotten wrong and just both so delighted to know that as obsessed as they’ve been with each other, there’s this whole separate mysterious stranger out there who is completely consumed with the two of them.

and then they finally make their plan and they lure ryan out, capture him, have their way with him figuring they’ll have to kill him at the end and being a little sad about it. and ryan isn’t sure whether he’s completely lost his own mind or if it’s just self-preservation kicking in but he finds himself talking them out of it, talking them into letting him help…

MURDERTEETH IS JUST???? WHY DO I LOVE THIS